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[littlelamy]

Rafe x Reader request: They’ve been going on a few dates, with Rafe in the hopes to get in in her pants. Rafe has been more of a fuckboy, lots of experience, kicks girls out as soon as it’s done and have they been inexperienced – he’s kicked them out straight away before anything happens, not having any energy to ‘’teach’’. Cue to Reader and him about to get intimate, she confesses to being a virgin and he kicks her out. HOWEVER…���he this time feels like absolute shit about seeing how sad she got and realizes he has fallen for her….and he tries to fix it (happy ending)

a/n: thank you for request, hope you like it!!💗

rafe cameron was never one to think much beyond the moment. he didn’t overanalyze his hookups, didn’t question why they always left with messy hair and no promises of a second date. he had a rhythm to his life, and it worked for him. girls came and went, his phone a revolving door of contacts he didn’t even bother saving half the time.

until you showed up.

it wasn’t just that you were beautiful—plenty of girls were. but you had this quiet confidence about you, a way of looking at him that didn’t scream take me home now. you made him work for your attention, your time, your smiles. and god, he wanted to work for it.

the first few dates were surprisingly normal. no wild nights, no sneaky excuses to get you alone in his room. you made him laugh, made him feel something he hadn’t in years—light, easy, like he could just be rafe without any expectations. but tonight, as you sat on his couch, sipping wine and smiling at him in that way that made his chest ache, rafe couldn’t ignore the tension humming between you any longer.

he leaned in, testing the waters with a soft brush of his lips against yours. when you didn’t pull away, he kissed you again, deeper this time, his hands sliding to your waist. you melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair, and that was all the invitation he needed.

rafe pulled you closer, his hands wandering beneath your shirt, his kisses growing more urgent. but just as his fingers brushed against the clasp of your bra, you stiffened, pulling back suddenly.

“wait,” you whispered, your voice shaky.

rafe froze, his hands stilling as he searched your face. “what’s wrong?”

you bit your lip, looking anywhere but at him. “i… i need to tell you something.”

his heart sank, the worst possibilities flashing through his mind. “what is it?”

“i’ve never done this before,” you said quietly, barely audible.

the words hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. rafe blinked, his mind struggling to catch up. “you mean…?”

“i’m a virgin,” you clarified, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

the room suddenly felt too small, too quiet. rafe sat back, running a hand through his hair as he tried to process. a virgin. you were a virgin. he hadn’t expected that. he hadn’t planned for that.

“shit,” he muttered under his breath.

you pulled your knees to your chest, your voice small. “i’m sorry. i should’ve told you sooner.”

“no, it’s not…” rafe trailed off, shaking his head. “it’s not your fault. it’s just… i don’t think i’m the right guy for this.”

your eyes shot up to meet his, wide with confusion and hurt. “what do you mean?”

“i mean… i don’t think i can give you what you deserve for your first time,” he said, his voice hollow. “you should be with someone who can… i don’t know, make it special or whatever. someone who knows how to handle that.”

the words tasted bitter as he said them, but he convinced himself it was the right thing to do. he wasn’t the guy for you, not for something this big. he couldn’t risk screwing it up.

you stood abruptly, grabbing your bag. “i see.”

“wait—”

“no, it’s fine,” you interrupted, your voice trembling as you headed for the door. “thanks for letting me know where we stand.”

rafe didn’t stop you. he didn’t know how. the door clicked shut behind you, and the silence that followed was deafening.

the guilt hit him almost immediately.

rafe spent the next few days trying to ignore the gnawing pit in his stomach, but it was useless. every time he closed his eyes, he saw the hurt on your face, the way your voice cracked when you said thanks for letting me know where we stand.

he tried to tell himself he did the right thing. he wasn’t equipped for this. he wasn’t worthy of this. but that reasoning felt thinner with every passing hour.

by the third sleepless night, he couldn’t take it anymore.

you weren’t expecting to see rafe when you opened the door. he stood there with a sheepish expression, holding a bouquet of flowers that looked suspiciously last-minute.

“hi,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

you crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe. “what do you want?”

“i came to apologize.”

“for what?” you asked, your tone sharp.

“for being a fucking idiot,” he said, his words tumbling out in a rush. “i handled things wrong, and i know i hurt you. i didn’t mean to, but i did, and i’m sorry.”

you stared at him, your defenses still firmly in place. “why now?”

rafe sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “because i haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night. because i was wrong to push you away, and i hate that i made you feel like i didn’t care.”

your heart softened despite yourself, but you weren’t ready to let him off the hook just yet. “and what happens if i let you back in? do you just push me away again the second things get complicated?”

“no,” he said firmly, stepping closer. “i won’t. i swear. i just… i freaked out because i’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and it scared the hell out of me. but i’m done running from it. from you.”

the vulnerability in his voice, the sincerity in his eyes, made your resolve crack. slowly, you stepped aside, letting him in.

rafe didn’t rush you after that.

he was patient in a way you hadn’t expected, taking the time to get to know you in ways that had nothing to do with sex. he remembered the little things you told him—your favorite coffee order, the song that always made you cry, the way you liked your eggs in the morning.

and gradually, the walls between you began to crumble.

it was weeks later, on a quiet friday night, that things came full circle. you were sitting on his couch again, your legs tucked under you as you watched a movie. his arm was draped casually over your shoulders, his thumb tracing absentminded circles on your skin.

when you turned to look at him, he was already watching you, his gaze soft and warm.

“what?” you asked, smiling.

“nothing,” he said, his lips twitching into a grin. “you’re just really fucking cute.”

you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks flushed. “shut up.”

he didn’t. instead, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate. his hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face to deepen the kiss.

this time, when his hands wandered, you didn’t stop him.

“are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

you nodded, your eyes locked on his. “i’m sure.”

rafe didn’t rush. he took his time, every touch, every kiss deliberate and reverent. he didn’t just want you—he wanted to make you feel safe, cherished.

and when it was over, he didn’t pull away. instead, he held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if letting go would mean losing you all over again.

for the first time in his life, rafe cameron didn’t feel the need to run. he didn’t feel the need for anyone else.

he just wanted you.

and he wasn’t going to mess it up again.

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[fanfictionstuff]

Medicine seller smut please <3

Here it is. Finally. I guess. Lmao

Medicine seller from the 2024 movie.

“Marriage?” You sit respectfully across from your parents, your eyes wide in disbelief at their words. “You want me to get married?” In this moment, you feel dwarfed by their presence, even though you are all sitting in the same manner, legs tucked beneath you. It’s as if you’re standing before two imposing figures. Your father averts his gaze, unwilling to look in your eyes. “______,” your mother begins, noticing that your father won’t carry on with the conversation. “There have been rumors about you and a peddler. Of course, we know they aren’t true, but it’s starting to tarnish our family’s reputation.”

“Peddler?”

She nods. “Yes, he’s an odd man with peculiar clothing; some even say he’s a demon. Do you know who I’m referring to?"

A medicine seller with golden eyes flashes through your mind. “I don’t.”

“Let’s hope it stays that way; we’ll announce your marriage by the end of the month.”

“And who will the groom be?”

Your mother furrows her brow. “We haven’t gotten that far yet,” she admits. “Just follow our lead; we’ll announce that you are engaged to be married. Once that peddler leaves, we can figure out the rest.”

The answer takes you by surprise. "Once the peddler is gone, what does he have to do with anything? Do you really expect me to be engaged to someone?”

Your parents turn to look at each other, a bit thrown off by your question. You weren’t supposed to catch that. Your mother whispers your father’s name, but he looks just as confused about what to say. “Mom, Dad, what are you doing?”

“The peddler needs to know you aren’t available.”

“Huh?”

“Please, just trust me,” your mother implores. “If you encounter a peddler dressed in peculiar clothing carrying a large box, tell him you’re engaged to be married.”

You raise an eyebrow. "Alright, here’s an idea: there’s no need for an announcement. I don’t even know who you’re referring to. A peddler? So he won’t be around much longer? Describe what he looks like, and I’ll make sure to steer clear of him. Do you really want me to get married?” 

“We’ve actually chosen a few different men you could look into…”

 ———————————

“He wears an odd bright kimono and carries a large box on his back.”

After having dinner with your parents, you decide to leave the house. It’s getting late, and more intoxicated individuals are beginning to appear on the streets, with the worst of them already stumbling about. They’ve likely been drinking since they woke up this morning. You ignore them; they are relatively harmless at this time. Your eyes travel across the various shops, where young women beam at passersby, trying to allure potential customers. You give a wave of disinterest when one of them tries to catch your attention. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice an oddly dressed figure carrying a large box.

“He has strange light blue hair with pink tips. Around this long.”

You pivot to catch a better view of the man, but his light blue and pink hair obscures his face as he strides past you. He veers into an alley that leads to the riverbank. You follow. He walks towards a large tree, where he drops the box on his back before turning to face you.

“He has an extremely pale complexion with unusual blue and red markings on his face.”

Your mother described him quite well, but she overlooked one detail—the one that struck you most when you first laid eyes on him. His golden eyes lock onto yours. “You shouldn’t be out so late, Miss ______.”

“I’m engaged.”

“Oh?”

You nod. “Yes, I’m supposed to say this if I ever meet you. There have been rumors about us, and I need to clarify that if we do meet, I’m engaged.”

“Interesting, and who is the lucky man?”

“That’s yet to be decided.”

The man across from you smirks. "So, it’s still undecided? Does that mean there’s a chance I could be a possibility?”

“My parents want you to lose interest. If you learn I’m engaged, you'll move on without causing any trouble. Is it working?”

Kusuriuri shakes his head. “Unfortunately for your parents, it’s too late for that; there’s no losing interest in you now."

"You're quite persistent, aren't you?" you tease playfully, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you engage in banter with Kusuriuri. His smirk broadens as he steps closer to you, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow around him. It’s difficult to resist the allure of his mysterious demeanor and captivating presence, even as you attempt to keep a semblance of distance. “A woman of my stature certainly has no difficulty moving on from a mere medicine peddler like you," you quip, attempting to conceal the fondness that lingers in your tone. 

His golden eyes glimmer with mischief as he leans in closer, his warm breath brushing against your skin. "Ah, but it seems you cannot resist the allure of a humble medicine peddler like me," he says, his voice low and teasing.

You raise a brow. “Did you use a love potion on me? Otherwise, it doesn’t make sense, right?” 

He chuckles softly. "It seems so. A woman of your intellect and grace falling for a humble medicine peddler like me—surely, it's the result of a love potion." He gently cups your cheek, drawing you in for a tender kiss.

As he pulls away, the mischievous glint in his golden eyes shifts into something more tender. "But jokes aside, my dear ______, do you want to move on from me?"

You reach up to gently trace the intricate markings on his face. “Never.”

“I can’t provide you with the lavish life you’re accustomed to,” he admits. On the night he met you, he hadn’t expected someone like you to take an interest in him; usually, someone of your stature wouldn’t engage with someone like him. Then, just a few nights later, he believed it would be a one-time encounter, that he would only get to be that close to you once. He thought he’d leave and never find himself in your bed again. 

You draw him into another kiss, taking charge as your tongue glides along his bottom lip. A smirk crosses his face at your boldness, and he parts his lips for you. As you navigate mouth, he encourages you to deepen the kiss. “Will you marry me?” you whisper as you pull away. “I can tell my parents I’m engaged.” 

Kusuriuri pulls back, his golden eyes wide with surprise. “Are you asking me because you truly want to be with me or because you want to avoid an arranged marriage?” 

“Can it be both?” You wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. “I may have initially decided to get to know you out of curiosity or boredom, but the connection we have... can't you feel it, too?” 

He sighs deeply, leaning into your touch. “I can feel it, ______,” he admits. “But an engagement... marriage?” He hesitates for a moment before adding. “I’m not sure if it’s commitment you’re ready to make.” 

You pause for a moment, looking down at your intertwined hands. “But I’ve thought it through, and I’m sure about this. You’re the one I want to be with. You know, all my friends who’ve married tell me of their lives with their husbands. It sounds awful. Their husbands show them no respect and take on many lovers. They’re left unsatisfied in many ways.” 

You watch as Kusuriuri considers your words, his gaze thoughtful as he looks out over the riverbank. You can see so much in his eyes—years of wisdom and experience, but also a hint of vulnerability. Seeing him like this is strange, with his guard lowered and his emotions laid bare. But it also makes your heart flutter, because it means he's letting you in. 

“Alright,” he finally says, turning back to look at you. His golden eyes are warm and sincere, and the sight of it sends a shiver down your spine. 

"Really?" Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait for his confirmation. 

"Yes," he assures you, his voice soft yet firm. "If you truly wish to stay by my side and can accept a new lifestyle." 

You launch yourself at him then, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight embrace. He stumbles slightly but quickly regains his footing, wrapping a strong arm around your waist to keep you steady. 

"I love you," you whisper against his ear. 

“I love you too.” 

—————--------------------------------------

You grin, nearly bouncing in your seat as you stare at your parents. You aren’t sure how they’ll take it, but you’re excited and if they don’t agree, you’ll leave either way. “So, you know how you want me to be engaged? Right? I found a fiance.” 

Both your mother and father blink in confusion, your father using your nickname. “We weren’t really expecting you to go out and find a fiance, you weirdo.” 

Your mother groans, covering her face. “How do you already have a fiance? You aren’t even dating anyone. You can not find someone to marry within twenty-four hours.”

“Right, we’ve been together for months.” It’s true. He’d leave to exorcise Mononoke but always returns to you. “When you mentioned getting married, he was the first person who popped into my mind, and I couldn’t picture myself with anyone else.” You admit.

“Months?” They both yell in disbelief. 

“…yeah.” 

Your mother stares at you as if you have two heads. “Who is he? I want to meet him.” 

“Right, he’s in the next room. I’ll get him.”

Quickly, you open the spare bedroom, grabbing Kusururi by the hand and pulling him into the living room where your parents are waiting. 

As the eccentric man stands before them, your mother’s mouth drops in surprise, while your father stares wide-eyed, confusion filling his features as he looks between the two of you. “I’m sorry," he laughs at the irony before pointing at Kusuriuri. "We mentioned that you should say you’re engaged to avoid the medicine seller, yet he’s the fiancé you brought to us. How did this happen?”

Your mom nods and says, “We wanted you to tell him you’re engaged because we thought he might be bothering you; we heard he’s been watching you.” 

You glance from your parents to Kusuriuri and back again. “So, it’s okay if I marry him?” 

Your dad answers. “No.” 

“Huh?”

“Can you provide for ______? Say you can provide for _____ and yourself. What about children?” 

“Dad, nobody has mentioned children.” 

“Well, if you’re getting married, you better mention it. You want kids, does he? Can he provide for a family?” 

Kusuriuri, who had been silent throughout the conversation, finally speaks up.

"I can assure you," he says, his gaze meeting your father's, "I would do everything in my power to provide for ______ and any children we may have. I may not have a traditional occupation or guarantee of a consistent income, but I am resourceful and skilled at what I do."

"And what exactly do you do?" your mother asked, her tone filled with suspicion.

"I am a medicine seller by trade," he answers respectfully. 

Kusuriuri maintains his calm demeanor, meeting your father's gaze without hesitation. "I assure you, my trade is not as simple or mundane as it sounds. I deal with more than just mere pills and ointments. I provide remedies for ailments that common medicine cannot touch."

"And how do you propose to support a family with such an inconsistent income?" Your mother interjects, her tone laced with skepticism.

"I have managed to sustain myself thus far," Kusuriuri replies coolly, "and I have every intention of securing a stable future for ______ and our possible children. You have my word."

Your dad shakes his head. “Sustaining yourself is completely different than a wife and kids. Women are more complicated than men; they need more than we do, plus when children come.”

Kusuriuri nods at your father's words, understanding the gravitas of the situation. "I am not naive to the responsibilities that come with a wife and children. I understand they will require more than my current lifestyle can provide. I am prepared to make adjustments as necessary for our future family." 

Your mother lifts a hand, tapping her fingers against her lips as she eyes Kusuriuri critically. "What are these 'adjustments' you speak of?" 

Kusuriuri, unflustered by the scrutiny, responds confidently. "Whatever is required of me. The specifics can be determined as we move forward, whether it means expanding my trade, taking on additional work, or finding new ways to secure income." 

"But how?" your father persists. "You're a wanderer, aren't you? You move from town to town, selling your wares. It's no life for a wife or children."

"Perhaps," Kusuriuri concedes, "but there are many ways to provide for a family beyond mere physical sustenance. Emotional support, care, love – these are all things I can provide in abundance."

"And yet they don't put food on the table," your mother points out.

"No, they do not," Kusuriuri agrees. "But my trade is more lucrative than you might think. I have been able to save a considerable sum over the years."

Your parents exchange a look, their expressions still wary and doubtful. "And what about a place to live?" Your mother asks, her voice softening slightly.

"That is something we can discuss," Kusuriuri replies smoothly. "I have no qualms with settling down in one town if it means providing stability for my family."

There is a moment of silence as your parents mull over Kusuriuri's words. You can see the conflict in their eyes – on one hand, they want to protect you and ensure your future is secure. On the other hand, they can see the genuine sincerity in Kusuriuri's words and his determination to make things work.

Finally, your father lets out a sigh. "I suppose we will trust your judgment, _____." He turns to Kusuriuri and nods. "We will give our blessing for this marriage on one condition – that you both have a solid plan for the future."

Kusuriuri bows deeply in gratitude. "Thank you. I assure you, I will not disappoint."

——————————————————-

You’re sitting with Kusuriuri in your bedroom as he goes through different items in his box. “I’m surprised they accepted you.” 

“They still haven't accepted me. I need to prove that I can provide for you and any future children.” He reminds you as he stands up. “Also, there’s the fact that we can’t settle in one place.” 

“We can make it work. Do you really want children?”

“Maybe. Do you?” 

You frown and pull him closer to you. “Don’t throw an important question like that back at me, I asked you first. But if you don’t want children, that’s fine, you've been providing the best for me in every way that truly matters.” You grin, pulling him into a kiss. “Apparently, including sex.” You comment, thinking back to a recent conversation with some friends.

Kusururi smirks. “Well, I am the only person you’ve been intimate with.” You nod in agreement. “True, but I've heard my friends complain about their experiences. It’s awful for them. They just lay there, and it’s over; they get nothing from it. I'm lucky to have found someone who values my satisfaction.” 

Kusuriuri raises an inquisitive brow at your admittance, a playful smirk playing on his exotic lips. "Is that so?" he muses, sliding closer to you on the bedsheets. His golden eyes, a striking contrast against his pale skin, shine with interest. "Then I would hate to disappoint." 

His fingers ghost over your clothed form, tracing patterns akin to the vibrant designs on his own kimono. A tingle of anticipation courses through you as Kusuriuri's touch slowly undoes the ties of your clothing, revealing the skin beneath, before removing the clothing altogether.

Your breath hitches as Kusuriuri leans down, his mouth mere inches away from yours. But instead of claiming your lips for a passionate kiss like you expect him to, he instead presses soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck. 

A gasp escapes your lips at the unexpected intimacy of his actions. You reach out blindly for something to hold onto, finding purchase in the material of Kusuriuri's kimono. Your fingers clench reflexively around the fabric as his lips and tongue continue their tantalizing journey down your body. 

Kusuriuri maintains eye contact, his golden gaze searching yours for signs of discomfort or displeasure. When he finds none, he continues his descent, his long hair brushing against your skin in a way that sends shivers down your spine.

The world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the sensation of Kusuriuri’s mouth on your skin. His touch is as tender as it is skilled, a testament to his desire to please you. You can’t help but let out a sigh of contentment, lost in the pleasure he is providing. 

Eventually, Kusuriuri reaches the apex of your thighs, looking up at you with an air of mischief in his eyes. He doesn’t rush into this next act, instead taking time to appreciate every inch of you with his hands and mouth. His careful attention leaves you aching with desire, your hips rising off the bed in an unspoken plea for more. He chuckles lowly at your response, but he doesn't tease you with denial; he knows when to play and when to satisfy. 

He dips his head down, mouth meeting the warm center of your body. The sensation of his tongue against your sensitive flesh sends a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp and arch your back off the bed. Kusuriuri presses a hand to your hipbone to steady you, his other one continuing its journey on your bare skin, keeping you grounded as he explores you further. 

His movements are deliberate and calculated - a testament to his observant nature. He knows how to read you, how to interpret the signs your body gives him. Every twitch of your muscles, every hitch in your breathing... he takes note of them all and adjusts his actions accordingly. 

You can feel the coil of heat in your lower abdomen tightening with every stroke of his tongue, every press of his fingers. It's a slow build, but Kusuriuri is patient. He knows the value of taking his time, of making you feel every sensation in its fullest intensity. His focus never wavers, those vibrant eyes of his intently watching your reactions as he continues to bring you pleasure. 

His name falls from your lips in a breathless plea, the sound echoing around the room. It’s a call to which Kusuriuri responds with a hum of acknowledgment against your sensitive skin, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through you. He increases his pace ever so slightly, enough to make you gasp and dig your fingers into the sheets beneath you. 

The world narrows down to the feeling of Kusuriuri's mouth on you, his tongue methodically working circles that have you writhing beneath him. He slides his free hand down to push two fingers into you as he focuses on your clit with his mouth.

The sudden feeling of his fingers inside you evokes a strangled moan from your lips. Kusuriuri’s eyes flicker up to meet yours, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and lust-glazed eyes with an inscrutable look. He lets out another low chuckle, the sound rumbling against your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

Your senses are overwhelmed by the sensation of his mouth on you, the steady rhythm of his fingers moving inside you. Each movement is expertly calculated to draw out your pleasure, brushing against that one spot inside you that only he knows how to reach. A whimper escapes you as he curls his fingers, hitting that spot just right and making stars burst behind your closed eyes. 

The coil in your belly tightens further, spiraling towards a peak that threatens to consume you completely. You’re panting now, body taut beneath him, hands clutching at the sheets around you as if they were a lifeline. Your voice is a ragged whisper as you plead, “Kusuriuri…” 

His response is immediate, his pace quickening in response to your plea. The sensation of his tongue on your clit and his fingers inside you growing more intense, driving you towards the edge with a relentless rhythm. His name spills from your lips again and again, each utterance growing louder and more desperate as you teeter on the brink. 

He doesn’t let up, pressing harder against you with each stroke of his tongue and every thrust of his fingers. Your body is a live wire under him, thrumming with anticipation. You can feel yourself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, pushed by Kusuriuri’s skilled ministrations. 

And then suddenly, you’re there. You feel the world tilt beneath you as the pleasure coursing through your veins explodes into a fiery inferno that consumes every part of your being. He continues his ministrations, drawing out your climax until you're left gasping for breath, your body convulsing beneath him in waves of pleasure. You cling on to Kusuriuri as if he’s the only real thing in this world, your fingers digging into his shoulders. 

He doesn't stop until he's sure you've ridden out every tremor of your climax, each flick of his tongue and press of his fingers calculated to enhance the aftershocks that ripple through your body. Your gasps turn into sighs, and you relax back onto the bed with a contented exhale. 

When he finally pulls away, his gaze is intense but satisfied as he takes in your flushed face and glazed eyes. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead, a simple gesture that sends warmth spreading through your chest. 

"You're beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, his tone laced with affection. 

“You did it again.” 

“Did what?” 

“Stripped me from my clothes, made me cum, yet you’re still fully dressed.”

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, a glint of mischief dancing in his golden eyes. "Hmm, it appears I have. My apologies." He murmurs in a tone that suggests he is anything but apologetic. 

He pulls away from you slightly, sitting back on his heels as his hands begin to work on the intricate ties of his kimono. His movements are slow and controlled, clearly intended to tease and keep your attention as he gradually reveals more of his skin. His dark purple kimono joins your discarded clothes on the floor, revealing black leggings that clung to his legs and a red nagajuban that hinted at the toned physique hidden beneath. 

His gaze holds yours, an unspoken challenge in his golden eyes as his light-blue locks fall around his shoulders in a cascade of color that catches the dim light around you. 

With an almost casual grace, Kusuriuri moved his hands to the sash around his waist, undoing the knot and letting it fall to the floor. The rest of his clothes soon followed, leaving him in nothing but his skin. He was beautiful in a way that took your breath away, his pale skin glowing in the dim light.

He chuckled lowly at your awed expression, crawling back onto the bed and looming over you. His body is a tantalizing promise against yours, every touch sending sparks through your veins. He brushes a few strands of hair off your face as he leans down to press a kiss against your lips, effectively stealing your breath away. 

You reach up to weave your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as you revel in the feel of him. His kisses are intoxicating, filling you with a warmth that spreads through your entire body. 

"I believe it's your turn to be pleased," you whisper against his lips. 

He returns your smile with a smirk of his own, the light from the candles dancing in his golden eyes. "And what makes you think I haven’t been pleased simply by making you feel good?" His voice was low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. 

But before you can answer, he presses his lips against yours once more, effectively silencing any retort you might have. His kisses are intoxicating, drawing you in and making the world outside fade away until there is nothing left but the two of you. 

He leans back on his heels, admiring the view before him. You are sprawled out beneath him, completely at his mercy, and he loves it. 

Your eyes flutter open to find his gaze locked onto yours, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he trails his fingers along your bare skin. His touch is feather-light, barely there, but even the slightest contact ignites a spark of desire in your veins. His eyes travel the length of your body, taking in every detail as if it is a work of art. And then slowly, ever so slowly, his fingers move to touch you. 

His hands were everywhere – exploring, touching, teasing – making you writhe beneath him with each caress. His fingers were just as skilled as his mouth had been – perhaps even more so. Each touch is calculated to enhance your pleasure, to draw whimpers and cries from your lips that echo through the room. 

Gently, Kusuriuri spreads your legs and positions himself between them, his golden eyes never leaving yours. You feel a surge of desire as he lines himself up at your entrance, the tip of him nudging against you in a tantalizing promise of what's to come. 

He thrusts into you – slowly, agonizingly so. A choked gasp slips from your lips as your body adjusts to his size. His name falls from your lips like a sweet plea, and he obliges, setting up a slow rhythm that has you writhing beneath him. 

His strokes become quicker and harder, each thrust driving him deeper inside you. As each moment passes, his control wanes, and his thrusts become erratic, filling the room with the sounds of your combined pleasure. His hands grip your hips firmly, anchoring you to him as he drives inside you relentlessly. 

His name rips from your throat over and over again, echoed by the fervent groan that shakes his own chest. His eyes are locked onto yours, a mixture of lust and adoration shimmering within their golden depths. He leans down to press a kiss against your lips, swallowing the moan you let out when he hits that spot inside you. 

"Look at me," he murmurs against your lips, his voice strained with his own pleasure. His eyes flutter open to meet yours once more; determination etched on his features. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you lock gazes with him, a silent affirmation of your connection. 

Driven by your reactions and the desperate plea in his name that rolls off your tongue, Kusuriuri changes the angle of his movements, hitting deeper within you with every thrust. The change sends sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins as you near your release. 

"Kusuriuri," you gasp out breathlessly, the world around you narrowing down to just him - his touch, his scent, the feeling of him moving within you. "I'm close..." 

"Then let go," he whispers the encouragement into your ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin there. 

You nod frantically, words lost in the tidal wave building within you. Your vision blurs at the edges as your release crashes into you, a scream tearing itself from your throat as your body convulses in pleasure. 

With a few more thrusts, Kusuriuri joins you; his gaze locked onto yours as he reaches his own climax. His body stiffens above you, a low growl rumbling in his chest as waves of pleasure wrack his body. His golden eyes are brighter than ever, a burning intensity to them that leaves you breathless once more. 

After what feels like an eternity, he gradually eases his hold on you, finally releasing a breath he'd been holding in. He collapses next to you on the bed, his arms wrapping around you instinctively. 

His breathing eventually slows, matching the relaxed rhythm of yours as the two of you bask in the afterglow.

"I do hope that was satisfactory," he murmurs after a few long moments of silence, smirking at you from beneath heavy eyelashes. 

"More than satisfactory," you chuckle in response, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder, your lips curving at the satisfied hum that vibrates from within his chest. 

"Good," he says simply, with a content sigh. His golden eyes close gently, his features relaxing in peaceful satisfaction. For a moment, you savor the silence, letting the calmness envelop you in its warm embrace. 

Kusuriuri's fingers trace absent circles on your skin, lulling you into a peaceful stupor. You lose yourself in the sensation of his touch and briefly wonder if this is what it feels like to be wholly adored by someone. From his languid movements and steady breathing, you can tell he's nearing sleep. 

He looks serene: every sharp line and angle softened by the fading candlelight. 

However, sleep doesn’t claim Kusuriuri so easily; he’s always half-awake, forever alert to any possible threats. It’s one of the things you’ve come to understand about him: despite the calm exterior, there’s always an undercurrent of readiness that seldom fades away. 

Breaking through your thoughts, Kusuriuri adjusts himself slightly on the bed. He pulls you closer until your back is against his chest, wrapping an arm around you securely. His body is warm against yours, providing a comforting presence that helps your weary eyes to drift close.

[yothangie]

First date?!… HELL NO

Genre: dad san, husband san, overprotective dad, teenage daughter, angst, fluff at the end

Summary: Your daughter (15) gets asked out, her first date. San doesn’t like it, he doesn’t approve, he is in overprotective dad mode.

Wrd cnt: idk i lost count 😭

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"mom guess what" your daughter enters the house.

"remember the guy i told you about"

"i remember you telling me about 2 guys" you replied

"im talking about the guy that dances at dads studio" she clarifies

you nod your head along, pretending that you remember who the guy is.

"anyways, before class ended he asked me out on a date" your daughter squealed.

"oh thats nice, does your dad know? since the boy is from his studio" you asked.

"god no, he cannot know so please don't tell him" she plead

"you know he's gonna find out eventually and he's not gonna be happy" you said

"he's not gonna be happy regardless, he scares all the guys that go near him" she pouts

"I can't be friends with uncle Yunhos son cause dad glares at him"

you let out a small laugh as your daughter pouts.

“you should go freshen up before your dad gets back” you said

your daughter rushes up to her room knowing her dad takes forever in the shower.

———

After a few minutes your husband San walks through the door, a little tense that usual.

“is everything okay?” you said

he sighs and leans over the counter.

“i heard a little rumor at the studio” he starts

You had a feeling what the ‘rumor’ was but you didnt want to give anything away

“what rumor did you here” you asked

“funny rumor, that one of my advanced students asked out MY daughter on a date” he said he almost sounded offended.

“why is that funny” you questioned

“it’s funny because she knows she’s not allowed to date and apparently she said yes”

“did she happen to say anything to you by any chance” he asked

you tried your best to not make it seem obvious but San has known you for years he was quick to catch on.

“no she didn’t” you quickly said.

“are you sure” he raised an eyebrow.

“yeah, she just came and told me about her routine and went to go wash off”

“liar!” he said

“she didn’t do any routines today she practiced her tumbling and tricks”

you looked away knowing you messed up, you pretended you needed something to do in the kitchen.

“she told you didn’t she” san followed you.

he grabbed your arm turning you around, making some heavy eye contact.

“you know i don’t like it when you lie to me” he said

you bite your lip full of nerves, you didn’t want to throw your daughter under the bus.

“yes mom knows and it’s not a rumor”

you both looked over and see your daughter sitting at the table. San let’s go of you and walks over to your daughter.

“so you did get asked out” San said

“i did and i told him yes” your daughter said

“well tomorrow tell him no”

“i’m not, im going out with him” she stands up

“no you’re not, I’m not allowing you” san says crosses his arms

“are you serious?”

“yes im serious and that’s final” san sternly says

“you never let me do anything, you put me in a all girls class, i can’t be friends with uncle yunhos son cause you’re always glaring at him, i can’t even go out with my friends, hell they don’t even ask anymore cause they know you won’t let me i just want to live my life without having you be overprotective all the time” she snaps and storms off to her room.

—

“was i too harsh” San turns to you.

“a little” you replied

“was she right though” he mumbled

“kinda in a way” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“like what”

“well, umm everything” you said

“you can be very overprotective at times, it can sometimes make her sad”

“do i make her sad” san pouts

“you know she tells me everything right”

San slumps on your shoulder, letting out a little whine.

“i just want to protect her, i never want to see her sad and heartbroken” he said

“i know but she’s growing up and eventually she’s gonna have to experience all this” you said

“what do i do? i made my princess sad”

you pulled san away from you, turning him around and pushing him towards your daughters room.

“go talk and apologize to her, that’s all she wants” you advised.

San takes a deep breath before knocking on the door.

“princess can i come in” he says

the silence on the other side scares him, he looks over at you not knowing if he should go in or not, you signaled him to open the door and go in.

He does just that and sees his daughter curled up on her bed facing the wall, he moves closer and sits on the bed.

Your daughter sniffles a bit before turning to see her dad sitting up a bit.

One thing San hated was seeing his precious daughter cry, it’s even worse cause he was the reason for these tears.

“I’m sorry” he engulfed her in hug

“i didn’t realize how overprotective i was until you snapped”

“i’m sorry i snapped at you” you daughter said.

“don’t apologize, you have every right to” San wipes her tears.

“it just hurts to see you grow up, i didn’t think it would be this fast”

“does that mean you’ll let me go out with him” your daughter said, she added her pretty please face san can’t say no to.

“NO! you’re not dating till you’re 30” he pushed her closer to him

“dad please!” she whines

“fine, he’s a good guy and i can trust him around you” he said

“yay! thank you thank you” she squeals

“but on one condition”

“your mom and i go drop you off and pick you up” he said

“deal!”

“and no kissing or hand holding or hugging” san said

“ugh you can’t be serious” she whined.

“do we have a deal” san smirked

“deal”

San let out a big smile hugging his daughter again.

“dad can you please go freshen up”

—————

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[jupitersdescendant]

hi everyone, here we go again :)

today’s topic: what does your inner child want to share with you?

here’s how it works: close your eyes and meditate on the question for a little. if you feel ready, open your eyes and choose the pile you feel the most drawn to. it’s possible, that you’ll be attracted to more than one pile. please remember that this is a general reading so only take what resonates. this is for entertainment purposes only. lastly, tarot is only a guide, nothing is set in stone and at the end of the day you have the power over your own life.

art by john mccartin.

Pile 1

cards: ten of pentacles (rx), the magician (rx), two of swords. back of the deck: nine of cups (rx)

hii guys. you’re holding back (kind of a harsh start but i’m just rolling with what spirit is giving me). there’s potential in you that’s waiting to be unlocked. the problem is that you struggle to see your own potential and that hasn’t changed since your childhood. financial security is one of your biggest concerns and triggers since you probably had a rocky home life where money was tight. your inner child really wants you to appreciate how strong and resilient you are. this decks version of the magician depicts an infinity sign which i felt immediately drawn to. this again shows that you carry so much potential in you and whats so special about this is that yours is basically endless. i think you can pretty much succeed in anything that you really put your mind to. if you aren’t familiar with spirituality then this is your sign to see for yourself what your spiritual powers and intuition have in store for you. if you use your powers well and don’t get lost in selfishness then you could really bring a lot of good to the world. you or rather your inner child feels like it’s trapped under water, your hand is still gracing the surface but the rest of your body can’t seem to follow. through some childhood circumstances you learned to only depend on yourself and some of you probably often keep people from getting to close to you. i know that trusting others can be really hard and it seems like you had some bad experiences in the past but we as humans need a loving community to strive and survive. and to pull us out of the water ;) this doesn’t mean that you can’t do it alone nor that you should stop trying but it’s much easier to have a helping hand don’t you think? also, learn to feel your emotions, because bottling all that sh*t up won’t do you any good. if you’re scared of the bad ones try to find a good outlet for them, like running, dancing, writing everything down, boxing, just whatever you feel like doing, doesn’t need to be anything fancy. and don’t forget to be kind to yourself!

additional messages:

- be peaceful and take your time

- find ways to occupy yourself so you can regain your sense of self and find the gifts in the process at hand

- draw upon your inner strength and self belief

- you are more than capable of getting through what lies ahead

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

Pile 2

cards: the hierophant, the world, the sun (rx). back of the deck: king of pentacles.

hii! damn pile two your cards left me speechless with all the major arcana dropping out, same was the case for the cards i used to clarify. crazyy. i think your inner child is really proud of you since it looks like you’ve finally stepped into your own power and feel way more confident and comfortable in yourself. you’ve grown to be very wise and have strong morals and ethics. you’re being encouraged to fight for what you believe in. you’ll probably feel like you’re swimming against the current of everyone else but don’t let that hinder you. i just heard you’re being called to duty lol so do with that what you will. the cosmos is on your side, big time. if you have trouble believing in yourself then just know that the universe has your back and is waiting for you to come into full harmony with yourself. butterflys are a sign for you as well as all pink and orange tones, try to surround yourself with them for example through your clothes or flowers that you can put in a vase in your room because both colours could be really energetically pleasing to you. fear may be your worst enemy but don’t forget: it is still possible to move forward after stumbling. the thing that keeps letting the fear get the better of you is your wavering self confidence. some part of you -probably your hurt inner child- doesn’t believe that you have what it takes, which leads to you doubting yourself a lot. this goes hand in hand with fear of failure and procrastination (same dude). apart from doing some active work to comfort your inner child, you could try to find exercises to ground yourself. tanking some sunlight might be really beneficial to you as well as spending as much time as possible in nature. a simple walk in the park will help a lot. it’s really important that you connect to the earth and that you step into your own earth energy which embodies stability, groundedness, safety, growth and many more things :) some of you may even have prominent earth energy or earth dominance in your astrological birth chart. i think what you need to finally trust yourself more and to experience a state of inner peace are the things i mentioned above as well as self acceptance and self love. you have what it takes but will need to believe and love yourself through all of it.

additional messages:

- most fears are learned at a young age, tune into them and determine if they are rational

- visualise positive success as you work through your fears

- physical activity helps to reduce excessive energy related to fear and stress

- stand your ground and stick with your beliefs

- for grounding: plant both feet firmly on the ground, take a deep breath down to your belly and calm your mind, feel the connection between your feet and the earth and imagine yourself feeling calm, centred and grounded

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

Pile 3

cards: the sun (rx), queen of cups (rx), judgement. back of the deck: four of pentacles (rx)

hi guys! the first impression i got was that you probably didn’t have the happiest of childhoods and have wounds that haven’t healed yet. your hurt inner child is still very present in your thoughts and behaviours. you have a hard time letting things go that no longer serve you. it is time to distance yourself from this, wether that’s some bad habits, a job or maybe even people who you interact with often. it’s very important for you to let go of your pessimistic views since this often leads to negative self talk real quick. you’re very insecure and struggle a lot with your self image. this leads to you feeling very hurt and uncomfortable in your own skin. honey, there’s simply no need for that. whoever told you that you’re not great the way you are and didn’t appreciate whatever body and face your blessed with, is simply a d*ck (if they’re still in your life then please and kindly drop them immediately). loving one’s body is really hard, especially for women when capitalism wants to make sure that that never ever happens because then we’d stop buying all these useless products to “enhance” our appearance and be deemed as a threat. i’m here to tell you: be the threat lol. self love is freaking hard but i strongly believe in you. progress will be slow and also kind of excruciating as well but moving forward, at whatever pace that may be, is always better than not moving at all. i think you’ll soon be ending a cycle. now it is time to meet yourself with kindness and patience. take the chance to focus on yourself since your relationship with you should be your biggest priority right now. sometimes its more than okay to be a little selfish because at the end of the day the person that’ll be your side forever is you, so make it count :) doing things for you and maybe only by yourself is always a good way to appreciate oneself more. travel could really uplift your spirits, even a short trip can be sufficient or exploring a new part of the city you may live in. moving around in general and in whatever way that comes to mind will be beneficial. you got this!

additional messages:

- take the opportunity to objectively observe how you communicate

- always incorporate respect and receptivity when talking to yourself and others

- if you’re being to hard on yourself, tone it down

- love yourself more and see what you can achieve with a new approach

- the sailfish is currently a big symbol for you since you -like them- have the ability to shake of negative energy

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

Pile 4

cards: page of pentacles, king of cups, ace of swords (rx). back of the deck: eight of pentacles.

hii! your inner child wants you to be more accepting of them and to show you that you can achieve your best work when you’re both working together. honestly, it felt like you as well as your inner child are hard to get a read on. you seem very secretive. as a child you probably didn’t have a lot of friends and you’ve been keeping to yourself ever since. for a long time you were very sure that you’re a lone wolf and that you’re better off alone. i’m here to tell you that that’s not the case. if you’ve felt drawn to pile one there might be some messages there as well. your energy feels very grounded and calming but you may have the habit of overworking yourself so that you can keep these feelings of loneliness from resurfacing. i think that deep down you crave emotional intimacy. you want and need to exchange your thoughts and feelings with others but you’re scared to do so. being scared is normal and nothing to be ashamed of as long as it isn’t making you unhappy. maybe it doesn’t feel like it yet but you’re inner child wants you to know that change is on the horizon. of course you’ll have to put some effort in as well but i think you’re slowly awakening to your inner truth. when you start to make it clear to yourself that there will be people who’ll be so grateful to have you in their life with all that makes you you, then there’s nothing stopping you anymore. i think you spent way too much time in your head, hence your need to distract yourself. exchange with others is so important since it will help you feel less alone with your thoughts. once we’re overthinking we’re basically just spiralling into driving ourselves crazy, which is why sharing what’s on your mind can be so very helpful and freeing. the opinions from others as well as their advice can help us see things from a different perspective and can pull us out of those overwhelming thoughts. just knowing you have someone you can talk to is a relieve in itself. it seems like you want to prove to yourself that you’re very secretive by nature which might still be true, though you use this to legitimise your withdrawal from others. i’m begging you, for your own wellbeing, open yourself up. it will only get harder the longer you avoid doing it. you bring a lot to the table and others will be so happy to know you, believe me. i actually think that you’re very knowledgeable and that when you share this side with others it can be very fulfilling. use your creative side and hobbies to connect to others since this could come naturally to you.

additional messages:

- you’re entering an energetic phase in your life

- have faith for the long term and trust the universe

- it is necessary to trust that your dreams are possible

- put aside any preconceptions and allow yourself to imagine a new approach to your situation

- surrounding yourself with things that glitter may help you feel more energetically pleased

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

🔮 thanks a lot for reading 🔮

[transgenderteensurvivalguide]

up until recently i ran a pretty popular radfem blog (stay with me, this ask is in good faith) but after i took a social media detox, i realized i don’t share those beliefs anymore and in fact i might be trans myself. i just kind of abandoned the blog, but i’d feel bad if i didn’t tell my followers what happened. i’m scared of telling anyone because i feel like i’d be a bad feminist if i transitioned. (i know, you can be trans and a feminist just fine, but that’s just the kind of thing radfems tell you.) even worse, i’m scared of posting about it on my main or radfem blog because radfems and trans people by and large hate each other (obv), and i’m scared to mention i’ve been in both groups because of the hate i’ll get

Lee says:

When I first started as a mod, I would have told you that you need to immediately post on all your blogs to disown the transphobic beliefs you had previously expressed to try to make up for the harm that you may have perpetrated as a radfem.

Now that I'm a little older, my feelings on the topic have shifted a bit. Before anything else, I think you need to slow down and make sure that you ensure your own safety and mental health.

If you believe that revealing this change to your followers could result in backlash online that would affect you emotionally, it's crucial to prepare by turning off anonymous asks and muting notifications from social media apps.

You should also make sure you have a non-online place to turn for support. If they used to be your community, you may feel like you've lost online friends, so make sure you don't become too isolated. Instead, lean on your IRL connections and seek support from trans-friendly people in your community.

You may even want to consider looking for a therapist-- questioning being trans can be difficult for anyone, and adding a layer of internalized transphobia doesn't help.

When you're ready to share your feelings on your blog, you should write a thoughtful post explaining your journey. You don't have to justify your identity; rather, focus on your personal growth, how your views have evolved, and how you came to understand yourself better. Acknowledge the complexity of the situation and that you're still learning.

These people were once your buddies and there's a chance you may be able to make some of them question their beliefs too if you don't lash out at them and trigger that instinctual defensive us-versus-them mindset, so I would try to keep a friendly tone even while noting that you no longer support them.

So thank your followers for their support and engagement over the years, but tell them you aren't comfortable staying part of their community now that you've realized that the beliefs underpinning the group are doing damage and you are trying to unlearn that type of thinking.

Gently challenge any misconceptions you once held or promoted. Clarify that being trans and feminist are not mutually exclusive and that everyone deserves respect and equality, regardless of their gender identity.

If you're comfortable, share resources that helped you on your journey. This could be educational materials, support groups, books you found helpful, or contact information for trans-supportive LGBTQ+ organizations. If there's anything you'd recommend to others who were once in the same place as you were on getting out, this is the time to share your advice.

Understand that reactions will likely be mixed. Some followers may feel confused, betrayed, or angry, while others might be supportive or even share their similar experiences. Remember, you're not responsible for their reactions and you don't need to respond to them if you don't want to argue and they aren't willing to have a respectful conversation.

Be clear about your boundaries. Let your followers know what kind of comments you're willing to engage with and that hate or harassment won't be tolerated. You can even stop engaging with the account altogether if you don't think you can deal with the hate that you may receive.

You don't have to post about this immediately. Again, it's okay to take as much time as you need to feel ready. It's okay to wait until you're in a safe and stable position before making any announcements.

If you do post about it and get hate, remind yourself that you're doing the right thing by letting go of that community, and that you're not only making the right choice for your own life in allowing yourself the freedom to explore your gender identity but you're also doing the right thing overall since you're now standing up for the trans community (late is better than never!) and no longer encouraging transphobic narratives.

If you feel that your current blog is no longer a space where you can express yourself authentically, consider starting a new blog or platform where you can write freely about your experiences and beliefs. Or just get offline altogether-- your digital detox is what started this, so maybe it's healthy for you to continue it for a while!

If you tell someone "I support trans folks" and they send you hate, that person is not your friend anyway. This is an opportunity to meet nice people who you can be yourself with. I would really encourage you to connect with IRL activists who are actually regularly volunteering and doing something concrete for their community if you have the opportunity.

When I was in high school, I volunteered at my local library's teen advisory board, and when I was in college I volunteered at a local hospital and through my college. This weekend I'm starting training for volunteering in-person for my town's emergency preparedness group which also does things like help to unload trucks for the food pantry, and I also volunteer remotely for two organizations online.

I'm really pushing for you to get out and volunteer (online or IRL) because I know one draw of the radfem community is feeling like you're an activist and that you're supporting women's rights and protecting and defending women. And it is important to support women's rights and protect and defend women! But there are other ways to do that beyond running a hateful blog attacking trans women.

I have a friend who works at an organization for survivors of domestic violence, for example, and she works with volunteers who help staff events, answer the hotline, etc. You can look around and see what local initiatives there are in your community and if you can't find the thing you're looking for you can start a group yourself or look online and join a national or state-wide cause that you care about, like pushing the legislature to support access to abortions.

Giving up the radfem community doesn't mean giving up feminism, and this is a good opportunity for you to take a look at your own time, your values, and think about how you can take this chance to start working to be a more effective feminist. Not everyone has to be an activist, but if you want to be one, think about how you can start doing good in a way that will actually affect people in a positive way.

I've also often been involved in doing events like conferences and workshops and panels IRL from my time in high school to the present day to try and educate folks on the community, but I also know that sometimes you need to take a step back and prioritize yourself. If you think you're not ready to jump into making change that's also okay. Just join something. A soccer team, a book club, anything hobby-related, to have something else to do and talk about and think about and stay tethered to feeling part of something.

Remember, it's okay to grow and change. You're not betraying anyone by being true to yourself. It's a courageous step to admit when your views have changed, and it's an integral part of personal growth. Be kind to yourself during this process.

Whether or not you end up identify as trans, you still will be doing the right thing by separating yourself from that community. I know it may be difficult because they were a place where you felt supported and part of a movement, but I really believe that you're taking steps in the right direction by letting go of that ideology and just living your life!

Followers, if you have any experiences unlearning toxic beliefs please reply with your advice for anon!

[bruhnze]

Apple tarts and tiramisu - part 2 - Lucy Bronze x reader

Lucy Bronze x Barista!reader

Summary: this story takes place in 2022, when Lucy just moved to Barcelona, ​​all fictional of course. Part 2 of this story and i decided to make this a series now 😊

Enjoy part 2: the stereotypical first date turns into 2 full days of being togheter (sapphics am i right).

Word counts: idk pretty short, 2k?

Warning: none i think, maybe a bit suggestive

Apple tarts and tiramisu 2

You woke up from a streek of light hitting your face through the shutters. You felt a strong arm draped over you and felt soft breaths in your neck. Suddenly you remembered the day before. Lucy freaking Bronze was in your bed.

You shuffeld yourself back a bit, completely absorbing yourself in the embrace. The arm around you pulled you closer and you heard some low tones coming from Lucy’s throat.

‘’mhmm, good morning pretty girl’’ Lucy said with a raspy morning voice and she kissed your neck softly ‘’had a good sleep?’’

‘’uhu’’ you say ‘’very, how about you?’’

‘’also very good’’ she hummed.

You turned around to face her ‘’breakfast?’’

Lucy grinned "how are you so perfect?"

You looked at her questioning, you had just asked her if she wanted to eat breakfast, nothing special.

‘’I love breakfast’’ she clarified ''do you know there are people that don't eat breakfast''

You laughed ‘’i think you just love food in general’’

‘’mkay that might be true, but breakfast is top tier’’ she said ‘’and desserts too ofcourse’’ she added, coming closer to your face.

Your turned away and hopped out of bed ‘’well lets get going on that breakfast then’’.

You looked at a confused Lucy in the bed.

‘’y/n?’’ Lucy asked while sitting up ‘’are you having regrets?’’

‘’huh’’ ‘’no, not at all why?’’

Lucy narrowed her eyes ‘’so you didn’t just run away from a kiss?’’

‘’no, im-   yes, i am sorry but i have a stinky morning breath’’ you said, cheeks getting pink.

Lucy got out of bed ‘’ahhh, don't worrieee, i don’t mind ’’ she walked over to you ‘’can i kiss your stinky mouth with my stinky mouth?’’

‘’ew Lucy’’ you said but you got closer to her and gave her a quick shallow kiss.

‘’mh’’ Lucy said ‘’okay, i’ll take it for now’’

You pushed her chest ''greedy''

She grinned ''your fault, your kisses are too good''

“Greed makes man blind and foolish, and makes him an easy prey for death.” you cited from a poetry collection you had read.

''okay professor'' Lucy joked ''is that supposed to be a threat?''

You shrug your shoulders ''i guess you just don't have to get blind and foolish''

''Well i just had LASIK done so... that's coverd but i am afraid i might be a fool so please watch over me carefully, i don't want to be preyed down by death'' she faked being scared and looked at you with puppy eyes.

You rolled your eyes '' i cited it because it plopped in my head when i said greedy but now that i think about it, it is a good saying, like we shouldn't rush it..''

Lucy asked ''wait, i didn't study literature.. i don't follow, what'd you mean?''

''Well i am not talking directly about it so i get your confusion but if you replace 'Greed' with ... actually nevermind i don't know what i'm saying i think i need some food'' you rambled and blushed because you had wanted to say love and didn't think that was something you could say after you had just slept togheter for the very first time, even if you maybe were already falling in love with her.

///

Sitting at the kitchen island, eating toast with egg and tomato that you prepared Lucy asked ''sooo... what did you mean earlier? i feel like you didn't dared to say something, but you can say anything to me, you know that right?''

You picked a piece of tomato from your plate with your fork and sighed.

''okay i'll say it, but don't put any value to it.. just .. okay if you replace greed with love is what i wanted to say'' you looked at her expectantly

''Sorry i'm stupid, what was the rest, what was the life lesson then.. oh wait rush you said right.. rushing love?'' She looked confused

''I am confused by myself too'' you laughed ''but i guess i meant that we should take it slow, because i- '' You stopped yourself again.

''don't want to become a blind fool?'' Lucy helped

''yeahh- let's keep it at that'' you smiled

''No i get what you mean'' Lucy said ''i like you too, and i don't want to mess it up by rushing anything''

You sighed relieved ''great, like what you said yesterday, we can start by going on a few dates?''

''Did yesterday count as our first date?'' Lucy asked

''i dont know'' you said ''probably, but i usually don't take someone to bed on the first date..''

''Me neither'' Lucy stated ''but it just -

''felt right'' you added.

''yeah'' Lucy smiled shyly ''and honestly it felt like we waited pretty long''

You tilted your head, wanting her to continue her explanation.

''i kinda had a crush on you ever since that first apple tart''.

You laughed and admitted ''i kinda had a crush on you ever since your first order, hearing your cute little attempt at Spanish''.

''en realidad?'' (really) she grinned ''did you try to seduce me with that free pastry''.

''Maybe'' you laughed cheekily ''or i was just trying to gain another frequent customer''

She fake gasped ''just a frequent costumer, is that all i am to you?''

''well, yesterday you did tell me i was just a spanish teaching dessert'' you fired back.

''mhmm'' Lucy grinned leaning in ''this costumer likes desserts a lot''.

''nah'' you pushed her face away with your hand ''i think this costumer had enough desserts yesterday, and desserts are not for breakfast anyways'' you laughingly added ''but i can put some tiramisu in a plastic container for you to take home?'' knowing she was probably not talking about that dessert.

''do you have plans for today?'' Lucy asked

''what? '' you were confused about her random question ''yeah why''

''Then you don't have to pack me that dessert and we can just eat that here together, tonight?'' she stated ''if you would want to spent the day with me too ofcourse''

''So much for going slow'' you laughed ''but yes i would like that very much''

///

After breakfast you cleaned the kitchen together and both got dressed. You had leant Lucy a pair of briefs.

''So what do you want to do?'' She asked

''i could ask you the same, im fine with whatever to be honest'' you said.

''Show me around Barca? i liked the fountain you told me and Narla to visit'' She suggested.

///

You took her to some places around Barcelona that you could think off at the top of your head that weren't too crowded. It was a nice day and there were quite a lot people on the streets.

In a hidden park, surrounded by old buildings, where you could only get if you knew the way, you and Lucy sat down on a bench.

''Barcelona is lovely'' she sighed ''but i'm so fucking hot'' she wiped her forehead with the back of her heand ''I'm sweating like crazy and you are just fine, how do you do it?''

You chuckled ''yeah you are, and i think because i grew up here, im used to it''.

''I'm what?''

You cited her, mimicking her voice ''so fucking hot''.

She opened her mouth acting insulted ''that is not how i talk'' and then leaned in ''but thanks for the compliment, youre quite hot yourself''.

''That is not how i talk'' you grinned immitating her once more.

Lucy felt your breath against her lips and wanted to kiss you really bad, she knew you were in public but thought this hidden park wouldn't have people creeping around to watch so she came even closer to you.

''oh, shut up'' Lucy said playfully and now you felt her breath against your lips, making you shiver.

''Make me''

''With pleasure'' Lucy softly planted her lips on yours, taking your lower lip in between hers and softly nipt at it. You opened your mouth giving Lucy space to enter with her tongue. Your tongues danced around eachother, exploring eachothers mouths, savouring eachothers tastes.

After a while of the both of you getting carried away in the kiss you pulled away gently.

The two of you looked at each other with sheepish smiles.

Lucy cleared her throat ''uhm anyways, my building has a swimming pool, there is hardly ever anyone in it, would you like to go for a swim?'' Lucy asked

''That sounds nice'' you said ''is it on the rooftop?''

''No, sadly not, that would've been sick, but no it's on the ground floor, next to the gym - that also never gets used''

///

One street away from Lucy's you suddenly realised you didn't even bring a bikini.

..

''it's fine, you can just borrow one of mine'' Lucy said ''or do you not feel comfortable borrowing? if you want you can just try it on and decide then?''.

You smiled at her thoughtfulness ''no, borrowing is fine, for a second i was afraid i had to go swimming naked''.

''mhm'' Lucy closed her eyes ''don't tease me, or i might have to ask reception if i can rent the pool for the day''.

You bumped your shoulder against hers ''you're crazy''.

''you make me crazy''

You rolled your eyes.

///

You were back at her apartment, the aftermath of yesterday was still on the table and kitchen, your books were even still there.

''Gosh, did we leave in such a hurry?'' you blushed ''didn't even take my books, but you should probably borrow them, so it's fine''.

Lucy grinned broadly ''guess our heads were elsewhere''.

''seems like it'' you started cleaning some things up.

''woah woah, you don't have too'' Lucy took the plates from you ''cleaning up is for later'' she put the plates away in the dishwasher anyways ''come on, let's continue with our plans'' Lucy stated excitedly.

You followed her to the bedroom and took in the space.

''what?'' Lucy asked after noticing you reticence.

''Nothing just looking, nice room'' you smiled ''nice bedside table''.

Her gaze quickly went to her beside table, seeing the vibrator you had spotted ''oh god'' her cheeks flushed bright red ''how emberassing''.

''it's allright'' you grinned ''lonely times, desperate measures am i right''.

She walked over and quickly put it in a drawer, when she opened it you saw a few more items "okay let's ignore that embarrassing incident and try on some bikinis" she said to try to change the subject.

But the incident as she had described it, had filled your brain with thoughts that had nothing to do with bikini's or swimming, well maybe a little, considering the high level of nudity in both.

''Maybe you can put them on one by one and i'll say which one i'd like to borrow'' you boldly suggested, knowing you had no intentions of actually going swimming anymore.

Lucy looked at you with her jaw dropping ''you want me to model my bikini's for you?''

''well if you're offering'' You grinned

''i'm not- i didn't- Lucy sputterd ''you cheeky-

''put on a show for me pretty girl'' you purred ''i hope you have lots''

She walked to her closet defeated but secretly excited and opened the drawer with her bikini's, the very bottom drawer of the cupboard.

She swept all the bikinis together with her hands and walked with her hands full to the bed, where you were now sitting, and threw them down.

''Damn, this is gonna be a long show, not that im complaining'' You wiggled your eyebrows.

Lucy laughed ''yeah but maybe you should make a preselection''.

''hmm, i think i can do that, but i might have to see the canvas first''.

''canvas?''

''yeah, you know, the model that will be wearing them''

''im right here baby, just open your eyes'' Lucy joked

''mhmm, very much overdressed still''

''if you want me to strip-

''yes'' you eagerly interrupted her

-you can just ask, is what i wanted to say, but okay the message is clear, i'll take off my clothes''.

The rest of that day the two of you spend exploring eachother, rather than Barcelona or the swimmingpool.

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more parts

What would you like for future parts of this story? any ideas for dates, meeting parents? paparazzi? Let me know, i love suggestions xx

[stilljuststardust]

Hey my sister wants to shift, she’s 13, what is the most basic “here’s what you need to know and never listen to shifttok” song you’ve got for her?

∘₊✧Explanation✧₊∘

Thanks for the ask! I'm sorry this took me so long I've been having some health issues.

Disclaimer, please read:

There are SO many different perspectives on how it works. Mine is not the only one and though all perspectives are valid, I'm going to assume that you chose to ask me because you are familiar with my blog and how I personally view shifting.

I'm going to try to leave LOA out of it but that is how I personally view shifting.

What is shifting?

Shifting is when you become aware of the life you're living in another reality. The reality you shift into is just as real as the one you are currently in. It will feel real because it is.

How to shift

Strictly speaking, you don't have to do anything to shift. How people shift is so personal and customized and nothing is necessary to do it but I'll try my best to give "instructions" anyway.

You decide you're in your DR, you decide that it is true and it has worked, ignore anything outside of yourself that tells you otherwise, and know that it is true because you freaking said it was.

You decide you've shifted and ignore anything but that decision. That is IT. Don't worry about this reality, it doesn't matter. Don't worry about any aspects of this reality you can still hear see or feel, they won't stop you from shifting don't let them distract you.

ALL you have to do is become aware of your DR. I know that it can be hard to conceptualize that for a beginner so most people use methods.

Methods

To start off: It is not necessary to have a method. Many people just intend to shift and then they do. That's it. You don't have to do anything, however I recognize that for someone who isn't familiar with shifting "just intend to" is probably an unhelpful answer.

Most methods can be divided into two categories, awake and asleep methods.

Awake methods revolve around becoming aware that you are already in your DR.

Asleep methods revolve around becoming aware that you will wake up in your DR.

Common features in both kinds of methods:

Meditation

Visualization

Affirmations

Affirmations are pretty straightforward, you repeat a sentence that aligns with your goal over and over. "I have shifted. I am in my DR."

What I personally do

I robotically affirm all day "I am going to shift tonight" robotic affirmations are just repeated affirmations without feeling. So all day I just say it to myself again and again.

I then take some time to sit down and imagine my desired reality, my favorite street, pretty things I would see throughout the day, stuff that grounds me in the feeling of it.

Then I just lay down and tell myself I'm there no matter what. No matter what I feel hear or see I am there.

Doesn't matter I'm there.

Frequently asked questions

I am choosing to put these first because I feel like they really clarify what shifting is and how it works.

Will I have memories of my destination reality once I have shifted?

Yes, you have always existed in that reality and you have a life's worth of memories there. When you become aware of a reality and of the version of yourself that exists within it you also become aware of your memories there.

How does scripting work/ what is it?

It is a description of the reality you'd like to shift into, usually written. Think of it as an the address of the reality you'd like to shift to. You specify the details of the life you would like to become aware of. Having one is not necessary.

Can I script [insert anything here] ?

Yes. You can script anything, and I mean anything. If you can imagine it, it is possible. The realities we shift to do not have to follow the rules of this one and what is impossible here doesn't have to be impossible there. You want to script the sky is purple? Then it is. You want to have wings? Congratulations you can. I cannot stress this enough, ANYTHING you want can be scripted.

Relevant posts

Your desired reality already exists

An old post of my own shifting routines nothing listed is necessary, the list exists to give ideas not instructions

How to visualize

A good post on shiftok misinformation by my awesome mutual

[mindfulstudyquest]

❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒ 𝗽𝗿𝗼 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮'𝘀

having good grades doesn't necessarily mean you're smart, a test or exam can't always determine someone's intelligence, but it's academic validation we crave, right? so here are some tips thanks to which you will get straight a's.

𝟭. understand what the professor wants ( 🪼 )

learning the entire book by heart is tiring and basically useless. we take our education seriously, but it's impossible to know everything about everything, so inevitably there will be topics we can gloss over. check old tests, listen to the teacher during the lecture, talk to students who have already attended the course and passed the exam. understand which aspects your professor particularly cares about and concentrate on those, your exam will certainly go well.

𝟮. strengthen your memorization ( 🦋 )

very often the amount of things to study is just too much and, even though you spend all day in the library rereading the topics again and again, you feel that it is not enough. you get confused, you forget steps, you get lost in the labyrinth of the subject. investing in understanding your form of memorization will benefit you in the long run. identify your type of memory (spatial, photographic, echoic, etc.) and focus on how to improve it. having a good memory will make your studying for the exam much faster and easier.

𝟯. pay attention in class ( 🫧 )

attend all lectures and take notes. much of your studying comes from your professor's lecture. underline the important things in your textbook, carefully follow their speech and - if there are any - their powerpoint slides, writing only the things that the teacher adds and which are not written either in the book or in the extra material, if necessary, record the lesson so you can listen to it again at a later time.

𝟰. organize your notes the same day ( 🧃 )

when i take notes in class i write badly and quickly to keep up with the teacher, shortening words or omitting passages.  by reorganizing your notes that same evening (at most the next day, if you really don't have time) you can revise your work when the lesson is still fresh in your mind; if you wait too long, you will forget most of the things and you will find yourself staring blankly at pages of notes which, at that point, will seem more like hieroglyphics to you than anything else.

𝟱. use ai responsibly ( 🪴 )

artificial intelligence is everywhere nowadays and why not use it to our advantage? of course i'm not suggesting that you let an ai take care of all your tests and essays, it wouldn't make sense, however very often it helped me make a list of key points to develop in a research paper, or gave me excellent ideas and insights for projects. they can also be used to create flashcards, summarize and simplify articles, or create practice tests based on the material you will have to study.

𝟲. delve deeper into your “whys” ( 🌾 )

sometimes when i study i stare into space and wonder why i am studying something that seems completely irrelevant to my path. i'm sure it happens to you too, don't ignore this feeling. don't be afraid to explore themes and topics that aren't clear to you, if two statements seem contradictory ask yourself why, if you don't understand some passages, don't be afraid to ask a question. we study for ourselves, before studying to graduate, to work. there is no shame in not understanding, your intelligence lies in striving to clarify what seems obscure.

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Ink

Buck's eyes followed Tommy's gentle touch as his fingers traced the intricate lines of his tattoos. The sensation was soothing, almost hypnotic, and Buck found himself relaxing into the moment.

"Have you ever thought about getting one?" he asked, his voice soft and contemplative.

Tommy's hand stilled, his eyes meeting Buck's with a curious expression. "One what?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his tone.

"A tattoo," Buck clarified, a small smile playing on his lips.

Tommy considered the question for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. "I don't know, maybe a little," he admitted. "I just would really want something meaningful, and I haven't found anything like that yet."

Buck nodded, understanding the sentiment.  "I'm thinking of getting another one," he said, his voice taking on a note of excitement.

Tommy's eyes widened, a spark of interest flickering in their depths. "Oh yeah? What are you thinking about getting, baby?"

Buck took a deep breath, his heart fluttering with a mix of nerves and anticipation. "Well, you and I have been together for over a year now, and I kind of want to get something to represent us."

Tommy's expression softened, a tender smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah?" he said, his voice warm with affection. Then, a flicker of uncertainty crossed his features. "It doesn't make you nervous to put something permanent like that on your body?"

Buck's eyes sparkled with a mixture of love and mischief as he looked at Tommy, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Not at all," he said, his voice confident and playful. "You're stuck with me, Tommy.

He paused for a moment, his expression turning more serious. "I was actually wondering," he said, his voice growing a bit hesitant, "if you'd want to get one with me."

Tommy's eyebrows shot up, a look of surprise and amusement crossing his face. "Like a couple's tattoo?" he asked.

Buck nodded, a sheepish smile on his lips. "Yeah, like a couple's tattoo. I thought it could be a fun way to commemorate our love, our story."

Tommy shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. "Evan, you never cease to surprise me," he said, his tone filled with affection. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but... yes, I'll get a tattoo with you."

Buck's eyes widened, a look of delight and disbelief on his face. "Wait, really? You're not just messing with me?"

"Really," Tommy confirmed, a grin spreading across his face as he took in Buck's excitement. "I must be crazy, but I love you, and if getting a matching tattoo is how you want to express that, then I'm all in."

Buck let out a whoop of joy, pumping his fist in the air. "Yes! This is so exciting! You are going to look so hot with some ink on you," he said, his eyes roaming over Tommy's body appreciatively.

Tommy laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "I'm not sure about that, but I do know that with you, there's never a dull moment. Life with Evan Buckley is a constant adventure."

Buck grinned, pulling Tommy in for a quick but passionate kiss. As they parted, he rested his forehead against Tommy's, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "And you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?"

Tommy smiled, his heart full of love and affection for the man in front of him. "No, I wouldn't. I love every crazy, exciting, unpredictable moment with you."

Buck's eyes lit up as he turned to Tommy, a grin spreading across his face. "And I kind of have an idea of what we should get," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

Tommy raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Oh yeah?" he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "What's that?"

Buck paused for a moment, building the anticipation before revealing his idea. "A firefly," he said, his grin turning playful. "Get it?"

Tommy stared at Buck for a moment, realization slowly dawning on his face. Then, he let out a chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. "A firefly. Because you're a firefighter, and I'm a firefighter pilot. That's pretty clever, Evan."

Buck's grin widened, his eyes twinkling with delight. "Right? It's like a little inside joke, just for us. Plus, fireflies are kind of cool, don't you think? They light up the night, like our love illuminates our lives."

Tommy smiled, a mix of affection and amusement in his eyes. "Okay, that's a bit cheesy, but I get what you mean. And you know what? I actually like the idea. It's unique, it's meaningful, and it represents both of us."

Buck's expression softened, a tender smile on his face. "Exactly. Every time we look at our tattoos, we'll think of each other, of our bond, of everything we've been through together."

Tommy reached out, taking Buck's hand in his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I love it, Ev. Let's do it. Let's get matching firefly tattoos."

Buck's heart swelled with joy and love, his eyes shining with adoration. "Really? You're sure?"

"I'm sure," Tommy confirmed, a smile spreading across his face. "I want to carry a piece of our love with me, always. And what better way than with a tattoo that represents both of us?"

And as they sat there, planning out the details of their tattoo, Buck felt a warmth spreading through his chest. This was love, he thought - a perfect balance of playfulness and sincerity. And he couldn't wait to see where it would take them next.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Can you maybe write a ghost x reader or a soap x reader? It can be about anything I don't mind :)

Please and thank you!!

Yes yes yes I can do that! I decided to do Reader x Ghost for this one (Soap is still a bit hard for me to put my finger on) so I hope you enjoy a soft slightly angsty beach fic.

Story below the cut

Cast Aside

1.8k Words

Soft angst, tw PTSD referenced (not mentioned but alluded to), tw military life

Simon drew circles in the sand with a stick he’d found a couple of hours ago. He looked up and watched all your closest friends enjoying their time in the sun, laughing and joking and having fun in the water, but he sat all the way back on the beach. He watched you, in particular, among all your friends. You, smiling, laughing, splashing water without a care in the world. How he wished he could join you.

You’d tried to get him to join you earlier, but he had refused steadfastly.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” he tried to explain.

“But why?” you asked. The flicker of doubt in his eyes was so subtle that you thought you might have imagined it.

“Don’t like gettin’ wet,” he’d lied.

You knew there was more to it than that, but you let it be. You knew that sometimes, Simon had to be with himself for a bit. Some thorns would get to him in places you never quite managed to touch. You could try to ask him to let you in, but he kept his gardening to himself. It was such a shame he let the roses completely encompass him. 

You were eventually able to pry yourself away from your friends and make your way inland.

You sat on the plush towel Simon had kindly laid out for you earlier. You sat, grumbling about sand getting on the towel and all over your skin, making Simon snort at your misfortune.

You were about to crack back at him when you turned and noticed his attire.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“How so?” Simon replied.

“Physically,” you clarified as you looked over his arms.

Simon glanced down at the dark long sleeves covering his forearms. He scrunched his brows together under his mask, then turned back to your with a shrug, “Don’t see anything wrong.”

“Well, I mean, you’re kinda just… You look hot,” you finally managed to say.

“Why thank you,” he snorted sarcastically, “you’re lookin’ fine yourself.”

You huff and lightly bat at his arm, “You know that’s not what I mean.”

Simon followed your eyes back to his sleeves, then crossed his arms.

“It’s not too bad,” he said, “nothin’ I can’t handle.”

“You shouldn’t have to ‘handle’ anything,” you reminded him, “we’re here to have fun, remember?”

“You’re meant to have fun. I’m just here for the ride,” Simon replied, a slight edge to his voice.

“We were both invited to the party,” you tucked your knees to your chest as you faced him, “so you’re not intruding on anything, if that’s what you’re worried about. People want you here. I want you here.”

“Why’d you want me here?” Simon scowled.

“Here? Is there something wrong with the beach?” you tried to think back over your history, but there was nothing that could indicate him having any issues with the beach. Nothing except… Oh.

“It’s your scars, right?” you asked.

Simon didn’t say anything. You followed his gaze to your friends, playing and smiling and laughing. All things he couldn’t do with them.

“You could’ve brought some spare clothes, you know,” you chided him lightly.

“I could’ve, but I worried about your friends there askin’ questions,” Simon sighed.

“You could’ve told them to back off,” you tried to offer, but you knew that wasn’t Simon’s way. No, he wouldn’t make any ripples. He wouldn’t want to cause any conflicts, wouldn’t want anyone to be asking questions. No questions, no problems.

You tucked your cheek into your knees and looked over the water.

“Do you like swimming?” you asked.

Simon shrugged, “Swimmin’s swimmin’. Nothin’ too special about it.”

“It’s a nice way to cool off in this heat,” you hummed.

“I’ve got this umbrella here,” he tapped at the handle of the big beach umbrella he’d hidden himself under, “that’s plenty.”

“But do you wish you could go swimming with everyone?” you pushed further.

“Do I wish I could swim with all the others…” he contemplated the question before finally coming to a simple conclusion, “not really, but I wish I could do more things with you. It reminds me of stuff.”

“Things to do with us?” you turned your head to look at him.

Simon took a deep breath and said, “Yeah.”

“I’m guessing not good things,” you gave him a sad smile.

“Not really,” he admitted.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, “the others won’t be in for a bit. We’ve got some time.”

Simon looked out at all the others, then quietly said, “My job controls so much of my life. If I had done anything else, maybe things could be better. We could go to all those summer night parties your friends have. You know the ones I’m talkin’ about, yeah?”

“The ones with all the fireworks and the music?” you bit back a grimace.

“Yeah, those ones,” he closed his eyes, “before I met you, you could do whatever you wanted. No worryin’ about all those loud noises or bright lights or all that junk. You didn’t have to plan to have fun. You just did. But then you met me, and now, “he gestured loosely with his right hand, “I’ve turned everythin’ on its head and… Well… Look at us.”

You desperately wanted to reach out and take his hand, but you’d learned by now. Maybe that was another thing that his job had taught you, was how you had to be careful to not grab him quickly.

“I think I like you more than some dumb party,” you tried to snort playfully, but even you could hear the sadness tinging your voice.

“You always say that, but I don’t know…” Simon finally turned to look at you, “and your friends, they probably have questions about us, don’t they?”

“Sometimes,” you say before you playfully add, “mostly about your mask.”

“My mask?”

“When they first figured out you couldn’t take it off around them, they kept asking me questions like, ‘Can he drink with it?’ or ‘How do you guys go out to a restaurant together?’ and stuff like that,” you grin and add, “I told them how you sometimes forget you have it on and take a drink of water.”

“So they know I’m a right bellend,” Simon rolled his eyes.

“I mean, it is pretty funny,” you shrugged.

Simon huffed, but he didn’t reply.

“Anyways, back to what we were talking about,” you said, “I don’t mind. In fact, I like being with you now more than I liked being alone. Being with you makes me happy.”

“Bein’ with someone like me makes you happy?” he asked incredulously.

“Of course!” now that you got his attention, you could lightly punch his shoulder, “you’re not as bad as you think you are.”

“You say that…”

“And I mean it,” you finished for him, “I think you just get caught up in your own head.”

Simon thought for a moment, then nodded.

“Maybe,” he relented.

“You do!” you laughed, “and I know it’s hard, but you’ve gotta remember that you’re not that bad.”

“I think you’re naive,” he replied with a lighter tone.

“Maybe I am!” you say quickly, “but are you going to be the one to ruin my innocence?”

Simon blinked slowly. He leaned in and whispered, “I’ve ruined your innocence a long time ago sweetheart.”

You blushed and pushed him back with a scoff.

“Okay, fine, sure,” you relent, “but what’s wrong with being naive?”

“Everythin’?” Simon scoffed and shook his head.

“To you, maybe,” you say, “but I’m happy. And I think, in the end, maybe that’s what matters most in this kind of life.”

“In what kind of life? Ours?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you lean back on your hands and cross your leg over your knee, “not quite military, not quite civilian. Somewhere in between,” you smile brightly, “I know you think that you’ve somehow ‘ruined my innocence’ or something, but I’m happy. I think I’m happier now than before. I think,” you paused and looked at him, “I’m happier with you.”

“I don’t see why you would be,” Simon grumbled, “haven’t exactly made your life all rainbows n’ cupcakes.”

“Well,” you look up at the umbrella’s ribbing above you, “for one, it’s nice having some company. Sure, you’re grumpy and bitter and nobody can talk to you until you’ve had your second morning coffee, but the company’s nice. I always know I have someone to come home to.”

“Well if that’s not a low bar-”

“I wasn’t finished,” you cut him off, making him grumble, “alright so… Fuck what was I saying again?”

“Somethin’ about me not bein’ bad company?”

“Yeah! Okay so, you’re great company, and you make me feel safe.”

“Damn well hope so,” Simon muttered.

“Well you do! So yeah, when you’re around, I always feel safer. It’s nice having someone like you around,” you reach your hand up absentmindedly as you traced the umbrella ribbing with your fingers, “when you’re around, I feel like I can finally breathe. It’s like my whole life, I’ve been holding my breath, but then you came in brought me above water. Now that I know what it’s like to actually be able to relax, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Simon, for once, didn’t have something snarky or self-depreciating to say, so you continued.

“And you’re funny.”

“I am not funny.”

“But you are!” you chuckle, “even when you’re not trying to be. It’s like, everyone always takes you so seriously, but if they saw what you were like in your downtime they wouldn’t know how to look you in the eyes. I mean, you play games on your phone when nobody’s looking, you floss your teeth after every meal, and you have a full tea tier list.”

“Dental hygiene is important,” Simon said sagely, “and the tea tier list is of national importance. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Well, I think you’re being overdramatic, but that’s part of what makes you funny,” you laughed.

“I don’t think I’m overdramatic,” he said bitterly.

“Okay, maybe overdramatic isn’t the right word,” you conceded, “but you just… You take yourself so seriously all the time, but you don’t have to. Not when you’re with me, at least.”

“I have to,” Simon paused, “for work.”

“So, I’m work?” you asked suspiciously.

“You sure are,” Simon muttered, “a right piece of it, I’ll tell you that much.

You scoff.

“I am not work,” you huff, “but listen, you can calm down. You don’t have to hurt yourself to make other people happy.”

“I don’t do that.”

“But you do. And it scares me,” you get up and look at the water, where your friends are coming towards you from the water. You wave at them, then turn to Simon, “People want you here, regardless of what you think you’re like. When we get home, I can explain it more, but for right now?” you smile warmly at him, “it’s okay. You’ll be okay. I promise.”

As said before, my requests are open! I am very happy to make content for people!

[qqueenofhades]

Maybe this is a controversial opinion, but its one that I've been reminded of in the few weeks since things have escalated so severely in Israel and Palestine-- I feel like the pressure for random, average individuals online to be vocally political is not only entitled and uncomfortable, but also just an example of misplaced priority.

Like, I have people on twitter right now that are flat out saying if you don't talk extensively about I/P you're truly, irredeemably evil. I've had mutuals say that silence means you're complacent in genocide, that you have blood on your hands (exact words). But it just doesn't make sense? Most of the people who I've seen being flat out harassed for being silent are teenagers who don't have money to donate, working class folks who don't have time to spare, and normal people who just don't have enough of a following online to even spread any word effectively. Of course, the ones doing the harassing are also poor/busy/not-popular, but they don't see the irony. (I've also seen them say that talking about war constantly is taking a toll on their mental health, saying they've cried, had nightmares, panic attacks, etc...but they also say that taking a mental health break from social media is "selfish" and genocidal, so.)

The whole interaction leaves me with so many questions. If stepping away from social media because politics are stressing you out (which they are known to do), are you obligated to use social media? Do you have to use twitter to be a good person? What does that say about people who can't afford a phone, or live in a country where it isn't quite possible? (Are homeless folks inherently genocidal, or is that an "obvious" exception that was never clarified because no one uses nuance anymore?) If you have to talk about world events, lest you side with the oppressor, at what point is something so catastrophic you *must* talk about it? Is there a number of lives lost that is low enough you can get away with being quiet, and a certain amount too high that you're obligated to talk about it? Is it your duty to have the news on 24/7 to make sure you don't miss anything and catch all the global disasters as they happen? How much do you have to talk about something for it to be considered "enough"? Is there a quota??

It just feels like a lot of people are acting as if people who aren't chronically online aren't 1. doing any activism, because the only important activism is social media networking (sarcasm), or 2. are inherently bad people for *not* spending 6 hours a day on their phones. Like, I had someone I thought was a friend say I was a bad person because I was trying to cut down my social media usage, because the timing was "too convenient"... as if that's a normal thing to say to someone, ever. Sorry if I went on a little bit of a rant, it wasn't my intention. I dunno, maybe it's just me; I've seen a lot of people saying this sort of stuff so maybe they are the majority. It just feels really weird to let people that are addicted to social media take charge of who online is "good" or "bad" based off their internet usage. As if we were all catholics or something. If I were to say that current takes on morality were very catholic-seeming, would you know what I mean?

As recently noted, I am myself on an embargo from answering asks related to this topic. I will make one exception because this is important. Please note that any wank in replies or reblogs will be instantly blocked (and I won't hesitate to disable reblogs if necessary). I will not be answering follow-up asks or getting drawn into Discourse. I do not want to do it and it will not be happening.

I have said it before, but it bears saying again: thinking that the only way to Do Activism is to be constantly on social media and immersing yourself in terrible things nonstop and then posting the Most Correct Opinions (and then viciously attacking anyone who is even slightly Not As Correct as you) is absolutely bullshit. If you're engaging with this content so much that it's giving you a mental breakdown or otherwise plunging you into a spiral of anxiety that you take out on other people who are just as far removed from actually doing anything about it as you: why? Do you really think that you and you alone, one random person on the Internet, are the only way anyone else is going to find out about these things? Or do you think you have to perform the Most Correct Opinions nonstop, viciously harass anyone who isn't responding in exactly the same way, and this is the sum total of what your response should be? Especially in a situation as bloody and complicated as this, dealing with reams of religious, social, cultural, and political history where the average commentator on this conflict knows only what's been fed to them by propaganda on TikTok? How the fuck is that useful or constructive for anyone, aside from perpetuating the idea that you have to be angry all the time on social media about things you essentially know nothing about? I can't see that it does.

What's happening to the Gazans right now is no qualification or equivocation, a genocide. It should rightfully be opposed and called what it is. But unfortunately, I have spent too much time around Western Online Leftists to believe they actually care a whit about stopping genocide as a fundamental principle, and only want to be seen to loudly care about what their Ideology has told them to care about. If it means hand-waving aside genocide and atrocities when committed by their preferred polities, so be it. Why haven't these same people been wall-to-wall up in arms about what Russia has been doing in Ukraine, or for God's sake Syria for the past ten years, if they're really concerned about the rights of innocent Muslim civilians attacked by a far-right imperialist power? Why not the Uighurs in China? Why not [insert the blank] of all the terrible things happening in the world as a result of far-right fascist genocidal imperialism? Why only this conflict? Why now? Why does it involve so much excusing of terrorism as long as it's committed for the Right Ideology? Why are some of the most loudly pro-Palestinian accounts on here also the most rabidly pro-Russian? How does that make sense? To put it bluntly, those genocides are being committed by nation-states that Online Leftists like for being "anti-Western," and therefore their activities are actually fine and should even need to be defended.

My point is not to say that what's happening to the Palestinians is not bad. It is. It is awful and inexcusable. However, I seriously doubt the motives and morality of those who are being the loudest about screaming on social media and attacking everyone else for not instantly repeating their views. I seriously doubt that the Online Left actually opposes genocide and accelerationism as fundamental principles, because they proudly demonstrate every day that they don't. Until those vast factors can be dismantled and shown for what they are, and this can be placed into its larger context, I don't buy it and I don't believe this wall-to-wall social media outrage factory is actually aimed at helping the Gazans or anyone else suffering the most as a result of this. It is just to show that they can be counted on to Perform Outrage and harass anyone else who doesn't do the same, and that does nothing for anyone whatsoever.

[bow-wow-wark-wark]

Toshiro defense post

Hi everyone! So, I know this topic has been discussed a bunch of times before xd, but I keep seeing people say nonsense about Toshiro so… strap in cause this is another Toshiro explanation post!!

IMPORTANT: I do want to clarify that it’s fine if you dislike Toshiro. After all, everyone has the right to dislike characters so I’m not going to stop you, I know it’s not that serious. But then I’d like to ask you to stop spreading misinformation about him, use him for angst stuff that mischaracterizes him or any of that xd. Like, dislike him in peace xd but stop using him as a villain. Also, before any of you say “I understand his complexities but…”  let me stop you bc most of the time you don’t xd. Like you acknowledge the microaggressions and other things but use other poor excuses for hating him or invalidate that, so please read this post and keep an open mind!! Finaly, this post is going to touch on and disprove the following topics: 1. Toshiro hates Laois (together with stuff like how he is ableist and an asshole) 2. Toshiro is a huge hypocrite for liking Fallin (together with how he doesn’t really love her) and 3. Toshiro was racist towards itsutzumi (without getting too into complex race politics). I will also back up my arguments by content in the anime and some of the extras from the manga, despite that I will not delve on spoiler related content so, let’s get to it!

1. Toshiro hates Laios.

Something that people use to hate on Toshiro is his famous fighting scene with Laois, saying things like “Toshiro was ableist towards Laois” “Toshiro is a hypocrite because he complains about poor communication, but why didn’t he say anything himself?” “Toshiro hates Laois” but before we tackle this let’s recap:

In this scene they fight over the fact that Laois has poor social skills and doesn’t understand the ways Toshiro expresses his annoyance at him and his desire to have some space, he also accuses Laois of being unserious about saving Fallin and even says that he has always hated Laois. This scene resonated with MANY people that have experienced this exact same conversation with “friends” who would get mad at them for showing neurodivergent traits, I am one of those people as well so I can totally understand.  So, them seeing themselves in Laois and their acquaintance in Toshiro people accuse him of being ableist, but this:

Is not that. First of all, it’s important to note that Toshiro’s complaints come from his cultural background as an easterner, where he is used to subtle communication, and by his upbringing as an heir of his island (something that is explained by this thread in great detail!! But to summarize it basically says that he has become more reserved due to his retainer’s overbearing nature and do to being compared to his father constantly and by being surrounded by rumors of his family, so he chooses to not speak out as to cause more trouble for himself). Second of all he doesn’t really do anything ableist… many people say that they hate him “because he was a huge dick to Laois” but apart from expressing his frustration by yelling and fighting, something rude of course, what ableist or horrid thing did he do?  He didn’t call him names or anything, and even acknowledges the fact that Laois is someone who acts in good fate and doesn’t mean any harm to him, but he still dislikes his actions (not a bad thing at all). It’s also important to note that Toshiro is TIRED in this scene, he hasn’t eaten or slept in 3 whole days and suddenly he bumps into a bunch of problems and the girl he loves turned into a monster by this guy who seems WAY to relaxed about it and who he already has gripes against, my question is: Who wouldn’t lash out? Additionally, this scene is important for him too!! As he finally stands up for himself and expresses his feelings, something that drives his character development into being a better guy.

On top of all that, it’s also important to note that Toshiro himself shows signs of being neurodivergent just that in a different way than Laois. For example, his hyperfocus on saving Fallin making him ignore his needs, his overreliance on social cues to understand others, his stand offish an awkward nature that doesn’t let him connect with the people around him and his difficulty to express his needs. These are things many neurodivergent people can relate to, and dare I say, things Laois shares with him!! They both suck socially which is literally what causes this, so what makes him so different? So hard to forgive? What makes it hard to understand him but not Laois? And let’s all not forget the fact that Laois has been pulling a microaggression on him by calling him a butchered version of his name this entire time! It doesn’t make him evil! But it shows how they have a complex relationship where both sides where right. (Also, I know this is a complicated topic and I know there are poc people who hate him BUT, to me the issue is that he 1. Has a meltdown and 2. He’s not white. Like it is very known and said that poc cannot express themselves in such freeing ways as our white counterparts, so it’s harder to be nd and poc than white and nd, which is somehow the case for Toshiro as well xd. Many people say that he shows how people only like nd traits when they’re palatable, but this argument goes back to you, you might find nd traits better when it’s on a white guy you can baby and not on the Asian guy who should know better. None of them should have to, characters are allowed to do bad things and fix those errors).

 Lastly, Toshiro mends his mistake immediately!!  He doesn’t hate Laois, if anything he holds complicated feelings towards him for a while, which most of the cast do (more on this later). Some people seriously act like this didn’t happen, but at the end of the fight he admits that he doesn’t hate Laois (media literacy check but not everything a character says while angry is true!!) but envies his free spirited and straight forward nature. And if this doesn’t seem enough to mend his mistake, he gives Laois the calling bell, which will immediately send someone to help him and fetch him to the east. Would you have a guy that you HATE as a refugee in your country? Plus, he’s serious about the bell too! This scene wasn’t added in the anime, but there’s a point where Toshiro and Kabru are leaving and they keep hearing the bell, which they point out as annoying, despite that Toshiro always keeps it with him and says that if the noise stops, he will know to fetch Laios. If he really hated him, why would he keep a loud object around him just to make sure he is safe? (There’s literally a scene where it goes off after Laois throws it and he just acts embarrassed that it’s interrupting a conversation, but he doesn’t leave it or anything).

2. Toshiro is a huge hypocrite for liking Fallin.

With that point out of the way, lets get to the 2nd problem: Toshiro’s crush on Fallin. Let me preface once more by saying I LOVE Farcille and think they’re a very cute ship, but using Toshiro as your angst bait is not cool and super ooc (clarification: I don’t mean like a respectful joke about him getting rejected or exploring marcille’s thoughts on his proposal, I mean bashing on him hard or saying that he would intervene or disapprove of a farcille relationship).

Ok so in this case, many people say that Toshiro is a HUGE hypocrite because of 2 things: 1. He likes Fallin but dislikes Laois even though they’re almost identical, and 2. Because he claims to love Fallin while abandoning her and condemning black magic.

So, let’s get into why this is not true:

We have already discussed how Toshiro does not dislike Laois, but pushing that out of the way, the one thing he “dislikes” about Laois is the one thing he does not share with Fallin, which is their social awareness. Fallin is significantly more socially aware and tends to do things as to avoid burdening others, putting her needs aside, she’s someone who is very thoughtful and mindful of the people around her, unlike Laois who, while also thoughtful and kind, is not as receptive (Also crazy to note that her and Toshiro share this “not fully sharing my feelings as to not burden others” thing). Besides that, he likes that Fallin likes bugs/nature (the same thread from before has a nice possible explanation if you want to check it out) something that could be related to Laois’s love for monsters which, fun fact, he doesn’t hate at all!! Something that, funnily enough, others seem to give Laois flack over but not Fallin (crazy how there aren’t as many people shitting on Marcille or chilchuck for this?? specially since Fallin also likes monsters but Marcille never says anything about it and centers her annoyance on Laois? Wow… (I don’t hate Marcille for this either btw, I’m being sarcastic). And on the topic of this double standard, I’ve seen many people ask how he thinks he can marry into the Toudens while hating Laois (bad), while at the same time seeing so many “omg marcille thinks the only downside to marrying Fallin is Laois” (funny), crazy how its bad when Toshiro does it, huh? (Even crazier is the fact it’s only half true for both of them xd, they like Laois he is their friend)

So, once more he dislikes that Laois doesn’t give him space but likes Fallin because she does, especially because they aren’t very close at all. Toshiro has a hard time getting close to others and it’s stated that he tends to put barriers around himself with people who are “close” to him like maizaru and Hien. But since Fallin is an acquaintance at best it’s easy to like her from afar and the traits she seems to show outwardly.

Which leads me to the next point: Toshiro mani pixie dream girlifies Fallin. It is true that Toshiro has idealized her and doesn’t know her too well because they don’t talk but... is that a crime? There are many characters who hold biased opinions on others (like kabru with Laois or senshi with marcille or marcille with the orcs, etc.) and that doesn’t really get critiqued either. I don’t think it’s the sign of a horrid man for him to like Fallin without knowing her to well xd, it’s pretty normal for a crush and also if you consider his nature. Besides, this is once more influenced by his background: in one scene chilchuck mentions how the proposal thing is common in the east + he is an heir xd, so it’s only logical to be thinking about marriage, specially since his dad has high expectations for him (something that I know has not yet been shown in the anime, but it is present on extra manga content). It’s important to note also, that he doesn’t claim that he knows her best, puts words on her mouth or push his feelings towards her either. He proposes, she says that she will think about it and as far as the anime is concerned, he waits patiently for her answer. He doesn’t say “curse you woman you are coming with me!” or anything like that, and even if he expresses that he wants to leave with her to the east, that is ONLY if she says yes and agrees to that, so its illogical to say any of these things without proof.

Now onto the 2nd main point of this section: He abandoned Fallin and hates black magic. 1st of all, he didn’t abandon Fallin, he left to gather his retainers to search for her in a way he thought more efficient and once we see him again, he HASN’T EATEN OR SLEPT IN 3 DAYS OUT OF DEDICATION ALONE!! (If you use the argument that he abandoned Laois, that can also be explained by this). Now, him hating dark magic and claiming to turn in Marcille to the elves. This is not the best, since it poses conflict for our protagonists but 1. He doesn’t even end up doing that and helps them out after all is explained and 2. Put yourself in his shoes, what would you do if your crush turned into a monster that killed all your party? “Toshiro didn’t love Fallin enough to accept her as a monster unlike Marcille” Are you guys listening to yourselves? What he sees is a Fallin that has been desecrated and turned into a monster, something that will harm her and others + he’s not a magic specialist so how would he know or believe that they could turn her back to normal? He condemns Marcille but not out of lack of love, but I would say because of it, as far as he knows this could only turn worse for her anyways. Also, Kabru points out his illogical line of thought, claiming that it would be better for Fallin to die then, and Toshiro realizes how stupid he sounded a moment ago xd; Kabru points out how he also would have done anything to save her, and he backs down in agreement.

Once more, maybe annoying but not bad guy material. What’s more, this one is a really pressing matter as I have seen SO many Farcille fan artists and editors using him as an easy villain that hates Marcille (he is canonically scared of her) or as a cuck that doesn’t get Fallin. Somone pointed out once how he gets treated like a female character that gets in the way of an mlm ship and I agree. But while sometimes funny, it gets absurd at times and tends to border on making him someone he is not. I’ve even seen people say he’s homophobic (XD) or make him the token straight guy (something that in most fandoms means being an annoying incel character). In addition, many people say that Fallin would hate him for being “mean” to Laois but 1. She is very kind and would probably understand him. 2. If she realizes Laois has forgiven him, I don’t think she would meddle in to fix her brother’s problems because he wouldn’t want that and that’s just not her personality.

2.5 Small section.

Before we move into the last section, I’d like to add a small section called: you guys don’t understand Toshiro’s personality. Let’s be clear Toshiro is a shy, quiet, reserved, sentimental, rigid and half-hearted guy. It’s not common for him to start things, he tends to leave problem solving to authorities, he isn’t too confident in himself, and he is also an outcast in his homeland. Yet so many people describe him as being arrogant of self-absorbed and I really don’t know where that is coming from. Like, I’ve seen a bunch of people say, “oh how can he think he’s good enough for Fallin?” or variations of the sort but... I don’t think he thinks that he just decides to shoot his shot anyways. I’ve also seen some people describe him as some “pretentious rich asshole”, but this is also never showed or implied in text. Toshiro does not flaunt his wealth; he doesn’t act like he is better than ANYONE in the party, he just has money by being an heir (something not fun for him) and that’s it, but he doesn’t even use his status to get anything from anyone either., so… where is this coming from? (Racism? a need for a bad guy? who knows?) Plus, many people seem to dislike him because he is an aristocrat but… the system is not the same as being like a prince, his family just has influence in the east. Besides, characters like Laois or Mithun were also well off and from influential families and don’t get that type of flack. There’re also characters like Laois and Kabru, who express the desire to join this “aristocratic/monarchy” system by becoming king and lord of the dungeon. Who, then again, don’t get that flack.  

3. Toshiro was racist towards itsutzumi.

With that out of the way, we have reached the final point: Toshiro owns people (making him racist ig). Ok so let’s preface by saying 2 things: 1. Dungeon meshi is not a racist story, but a story with racism and many complicated race relations that get treated respectfully for the most part. With this is included, the complex treatment of beast skins and other races seen as less human like kobolds or ogres like Tade.  2. The retainers are not slaves; they are servants for Toshiro’s family.

Ok, so it is true that Toshiro’s father bought itsutzumi from people who were abusing her (and Tade as well but people don’t bring her up when talking about this xd) and later put her to work as a retainer, so therefore he owns her right? Yeah, but not as a slave. Slaves do forced labor and are kept in inhumane conditions, which she is not, as she is given a home, education and the most labor she does is chores (which she usually avoids anyways) and probably some fighting of the sort. In fact, you could even say that she was enslaved prior to being bought by Toshiro’s father (not that this is an excuse for buying her necessarily, but once more this relates to complicated race things). It is also important to acknowledge that as a beast skin itsutzumi (a non-human) is seen as less valuable and gets treated unfairly by maizuru. And while it can border on othering behavior, like being tied up for misbehaving, this is once more pushed by maizuru and not any of the other retainers or Toshiro himself.  With this argument usually comes the mention of the cursed collar that was kept on her, which is definitely a bad thing, but once more it is made by maizuru without Toshiro having ANY knowledge about it. I don’t judge any anime only for not knowing this, but in one extra it is revealed that Maizuru actually used the collar on Toshiro himself as a child, so that he would not leave too far from her side, so she explains that she made a similar one for itsutzumi; in this extra he looks surprised and remembers the traumatizing experience so... yeah, he didn’t know.

Additionally, many people compare the argument that he doesn’t own them, but his father does with the sixpence drama from a long time ago. Saying that this doesn’t excuse the behavior and that he should have done something, but that can also be explained. 1. Toshiro actually doesn’t meaningfully associate with any of the retainers prior to leaving to the island, (as explained by the adventurer’s bible and other extras) except for Hien as they are childhood friends and Maizuru. Besides that, he holds no relation to any of them, so he could not have known about itsutzumi’s situation, and it’s even shown that he doesn’t know how he should treat her at all. Despite that Toshiro does show consciousness towards their situation, saying that he would like to talk to Tade about being so adoring of him and his father, but he isn’t sure how to approach the issue. With that, we could assume the same could be said about his feelings towards itsutzumi. 2. “He left her to die”, technically no. They know she’s a capable fighter, so they probably didn’t see any problems with leaving her and also, itsutzumi scapes his party. Meaning that they know she doesn’t like them so why would they go back and search for her? If anything, Toshiro might have thought of it as an easy way to give her freedom, once more, why would you force someone back when you know they don’t want to be there?

“Why didn’t he let her go sooner?” This is explained by the first bit that he didn’t really know her and by asecond thing: contrary to popular belief, Toshiro doesn’t have such a big control of the retainers as it may seem, and it is ultimately maizurus or his father’s choice as to what to do with them. Like he didn’t want them to come with him to the island, but they don’t heed to that and come anyways. So, what makes anyone think that he could just change his fathers wishes? So yeah, he doesn’t own people they work for his family and that’s it.

So, this is the end of the post, if you read all of this, I greatly thank you and I hope I could make at least one of you change your mind. If not, oh well. Once more is valid to dislike characters, you can keep doing that but stop seriously stop with the angst bait or misinformation spread. That is all I want to say, so thank you again and see you later.

[yeahspider]

car tales

VE’s note - not proofread . mentions of weed . i wrote this high so enjoy . nsfw obvi . collegeplug!jisung x f. reader there will def be a part 2 k i promise .

“so what’s something you dislike when it comes to sex”. you hear jisung ask you as he takes another hit off of your blunt . you’re not exactly sure what lead you to be hotboxing with your plug in his car but you couldn’t find yourself wanting to complain . his car was decent enough you could tell that he tried his best to keep it clean . the only thing on his floor is a packet of wraps for the next rounds . the atmosphere was comfortable and you couldn’t tell if it was because you’re high or because of the massive crush you had on your plug . somewhere deep in you enjoyed having this opportunity to chill with him . you were so wrapped up in your thoughts you almost forgot jisung had asked you a question . you weren’t quite sure what to answer him because honestly you didn’t what you particularly disliked . your sex life being basically nonexistent even though you’re in your third year of college . you’ve had a few one night stands but there was nothing particularly noteworthy of any of them .

i don’t know to be honest. you answered with sincerity . jisung hummed as he passed the blunt . “i can’t tell if that means you like everything or if you just haven’t experienced everything yet.” you could feel his gaze on your lips as you took a hit, inhaling deep as you contemplated on clarifying for him . the second one is all you said as you exhaled . he hummed again . he hummed a lot you noticed .

“wanna try something with me?” you heard him ask . and the skeptical look on your face must have been funny because he let out a loud laugh that had you smiling with you . his laugh was enough to clear up your mistrust as you handed the blunt back to him .

“just trust me, inhale when i blow okay ” you simply nodded your head not really understanding his instructions, your eagerness caused a smile to grace his features , and if you thought his smile caused your heart to flutter it didn’t compare to the heart attack you felt when he took a hit of the blunt and gently gripped your face. encouraging you to open your mouth as his lips graced yours just barely . you felt him blow the smoke pass your lips and you inhaled like you were told to. exhaling the smoke back into his face with a shy smile .

“good girl i see you follow directions well” jisung’s praise had your thighs clenching together and you can’t tell if you hoped he noticed or not , but regardless of what you hoped he noticed .

“is someone feeling needy ?” he cooed . it took everything in you not to jump on him, but he was your plug , this was a business transaction nothing else . “do you really think that?” jisung said with a pout on his lips . it didn’t occur to you that you had said that aloud . the weed was definitely getting to you . what else should i think you asked him . confused as to why your words had hurt him. it’s not like he liked you or anything .

“why would i smoke a blunt with the girl i like if this was just a business transaction? “ jisung said while putting the roach away your jaw almost dropped at his words . there was no way he actually reciprocated the feelings you had for him . before he could say anything you reached for him and planted a kiss on his lips which he gladly returned with a moan .

you felt his hands roam under your hoodie and caress your sides , gripping at your hips . you could sense the hesitation in his soul . “if you want me to stop just say the word” he said to you . but you just kissed him harder . you didn’t want him to stop touching you ever .

[actuallyadhd]

One of my adhd symptoms is I really struggle to read social ques, facial expressions, and tone. I really struggle with this in professional settings, where it feels that everyone wants you to interpret using 5 different sets of rules. Because of this I've misinterpreted several conversations, and now none of my coworkers will speak to me unless they have too. I've tried explaining and apologizing, but either they won't listen, don't believe me about my diagnosis, or don't care. I'm at a loss for what to do, as I can't leave this job for another month at least, and I love the job itself. If you, or any of your followers have any advice please let me know!!!

Sent July 17, 2024

Communication can be really hard for ADHDers! We often miss cues because we're distracted, and for some of us we don't even learn the expected behaviours because we were so "out of it" as children.

One problem we have with non-ADHDers is that they often think our explanations are attempts at making excuses. The only way I can think of to deal with the situation you've described here is to show them that you're trying to do better.

How to do that?

Unfortunately, we almost always have to do all the work. Others rarely think they should have to make allowances or changes for us, because we're weird and different and that's annoying.

So what you do is, you ask lots of questions. You clarify what people mean. If this is an office job, you take notes on any conversation that is related to work projects and then send a follow-up e-mail to make sure your notes are accurate. Never assume that you truly understand what your coworkers have said to you.

If they express annoyance with the incessant questions, simply say that you want to make sure you haven't misunderstood anything because you don't want a repeat of X incident.

I know this is ridiculous, but as I've said to my husband, if they want to pay you to write pointless e-mails and ask a bunch of questions, let them.

Followers, have any of you had this kind of issue with work? Have you got any other suggestions for @booskit?

-J

[hersaladdeer]

Chapter 14: Care

Part of a now completed (!!) prohero Shoji x female OC series. One long smutty chapter to close it out.

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Shoji was, by nature, a giver. He would use his body to defend others. He would use his abilities to scope out danger and prevent others from getting hurt. Everything he did was with others in mind.

Things were no different with Chikoe. He wanted to be the one to bring her pleasure. He selfishly wanted it to be his name she whimpered as she came undone. But Chikoe had other plans for him this morning.

She'd learned early into their time together that Shoji was very good at following instruction, and moreover, very open to being instructed. When they'd agreed to meet up for a drink in the early hours of the morning when they both wrapped up work and he'd shown up dressed in casual dark jeans and a white shirt, she'd decided to rile him up.

"I'm really not much of a drinker." Shoji had admitted, looking over the shops offerings. Chikoe had shrugged, moving her eyes up from the menu she held to meet his apologetic dark eyes. "You don't have to get anything with alcohol in it." She'd reached over - purposely providing him an uninterrupted view of her cleavage - and used a finger to lightly tap the mocktail section of the menu. She watched him shift slightly in his seat, purposely trying to avoid looking directly at her chest. Such a gentleman.

The bar was dimly lit, the wooden walls painted in a warm glow from the lanterns and bare bulbs that hung along the ceiling. The pair had settled into a corner area, although it didn't seem like anyone was paying them any attention.

"So, does this count as a date?" She questioned the man sitting across from her after their orders had been placed. It had been a few days since she'd returned back to work, and Shoji had refused to come over until they'd had what he termed a "proper date". Apparently her showing up to his agency on her lunch break with tea earlier in the day did not count, and he'd politely declined her request to visit her apartment that evening.

She'd fumed. She had needs, and while the chivalry was admirable, it was equally infuriating. They were both busy and carving out time for a date was difficult.

That's okay, I can take care of myself, then.

She'd sent him a quick picture of her perched on the edge of her bed in nothing but a pair of dark blue panties. She'd chosen the color on purpose, knowing it was a favorite of his. Her dark hair had been captured in the photo cascading over her breasts, covering her hard nipples.

She had watched the bubbles indicating that he was typing a response appear and disappear a few times. Finally, a response came through.

I'm on the late patrol. If you're still up later, I'd love to take you out for a date.

Shoji shook his head across from her, his mask hiding the smile she knew was plastered across his face. "Yes." He finally conceded, the amusement in his voice bringing a smile to her own face. "I can see the restriction of needing to go on an actual date instead of meeting up at your apartment caused you some stress."

"I'm enjoying myself. But I'd like the option to do both. Setting this as a gate was mean." A duplieye appeared over his shoulder. She suspected if it had possessed an eyebrow, it would be raised the same way the one on Shoji's face currently was.

"Mean?" He repeated with a laugh, picking up the tall glass filled with various herbs the server had silently placed in front of him with a duplihand as another appendage sprouted a mouth. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize the hardship of treating you to a drink was too burdensome for you."

"It's more the refusal to let me take care of you until this happened that was the mean part." Chikoe clarified. She watched Shoji's eyes narrow as he examined her.

"Take care of me?" He repeated, his tone questioning. Chikoe nodded. "Yeah. Which is what I'm going to do after this, if you'll let me." Chikoe sniffed the beverage that had been placed in front of her. It smelled of strawberries and lemon.

Chikoe had behaved herself for the rest of their date. She'd enjoyed talking with him, seeing him move under the dim lighting and how relaxed his eyes became during their morning together. He smiled easily, and although the mask hid it, the light in his eyes was expressive enough. He'd refused to let her pay their tab, insisting that he'd requested the date so he would pay.

Chikoe had smiled at him when they reached the front of her building. "So, are you going to let me take care of you?" She lifted her face up to meet his as she leaned into him, her hands meeting the taunt abdominal muscles underneath. She'd had the single drink before switching to mocktails, but the low level of alcohol in her system did give her extra courage.

"I-" The hesitancy in his voice made her freeze and slowly lift her hands away. "I'm not use to that." Shoji shared, but used one of his spare appendages to bring her back against him. "But that doesn't mean I'm not interested." She smiled as she pulled back, moving to open the door to her building.

"You're going to have to strip down." Chikoe said simply once they'd made their way into her apartment, shutting the door behind the pair. Shoji smiled, lifting his shirt over his head, tossing it into her apartment from the obnoxiously pink entryway. He included his mask as an afterthought.

"Pants too, then facedown on the bed." He'd lifted an eyebrow at the command. "You're not wasting anytime with this, I see." He commented as she turned to face him. She looped her fingers through the loops of his jeans, using them to pull him closer. He leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss as one pair of extra arms wrapped around her.

"It's been a week. I've got needs, and someone has been busy." She teased lightly, giving him a playful push towards her bedroom. He obliged and turned, detaching himself from her and walking into her bedroom. The sun had begun rising and Chikoe couldn't help but admire the muscles in his back as he laid down obediently, grabbing one of her pillows in his arms to lay against.

Chikoe opened her end table to retrieve some massage oil she'd picked up earlier in the week. She hopped up onto the bed, straddling his hips as he lay facedown. She noticed a duplieye watching her movements while she squirted some of the oil into her hands, rubbing them together to warm it up.

"You're always so busy taking care of everyone else." Chikoe placed her hands on the back of his neck, starting to massage the top of his traps. She felt him briefly tense under her touch before relaxing into it. "I thought it would be nice to be cared for. Is this a good start?" She questioned, smiling at the duplieye. "Yes." Another appendage which had formed into a mouth whispered. "But I don't mind taking care of you as well." She quickly snatched the oil away from the offending hand which had tried to steal her massage oil, shooing it away. Chikoe continued her work on his traps, slowly working her hands towards the ends of his shoulders. She took her time with the tense muscle. She was rewarded by a much more pliable muscle afterwards.

"How does that feel?" She questioned, squeezing a bit more oil into her hands as she began working on his shoulders. Another duplieye appeared over his shoulder as she felt a slight tug on her braid as it quickly came undone. As she looked over her shoulder she saw a duplihand quickly pull away, as if it had been caught doing something it shouldn't be. She giggled at the antics. Shoji watched, the smile and giggle she gave warming his heart.

"Everything you do feels great. Although it hardly seems fair that I'm mostly naked while you're still fully clothed." She felt a pair of appendages slide their way up her thighs slowly, savoring the feeling of her. She began massaging his shoulder blades, using her thumbs to work out a particularly large knot.

"Trying to figure out of I'm still wearing that blue pair?" She met his eyes, a slight smile on his face. "Jokes on you, I'm not wearing any underwear." Shoji was suddenly grateful she'd asked him to strip his pants off. Laying facedown in jeans with an erection would not have been comfortable, no matter how nicely Chikoe was massaging him.

"That's-" She felt Shoji push up from the bed and a pair of arms grip her from behind, supporting her as he did so. As he stood he gently placed her on the bed, her back hitting the mattress as he turned to face her. "Not fair." He finished, making quick work of the tights she wore. She was left exposed before him and resisted the urge to cover herself. Rather than shy away from it, she opened her legs for him with a smirk.

Chikoe began rubbing slow circles with her massage oil slickened hand, letting out a moan that caused Shoji's cock to twitch in his boxers. "Yet, it's true." She didn't stop rubbing the circles as Shoji looked over her body, as though taking it in for the first time and committing it to memory. "But this isn't about me." She closed her legs as she sat up, moving closer to the edge of the bed. Chikoe reached for the waistband of the boxers he wore.

"Red, yellow, green?" Shoji placed a pair of hands over hers, pausing her movement. "Do you remember?"

"Stop, slow, go." Chikoe pulled the thin fabric down. Shoji's eyes were heavy and lidded as his cock sprung free, but a duplieye remained trained on her, as though if he looked away he might miss a detail he was trying to capture. She used one hand to spread the oil along his cock, the other going to gently tug his balls. The man's hips bucked involuntarily, and his dulieye was proven useful as his head slowly rolled back, eyes closing. "That-gaa," The mans sentence was cut off as she repeated the motion, placing a single lick on the sensitive tip of his cock. Her hot breath and gentle tugging was like an electric shock, and Shoji felt goosebumps form on his skin despite the warmth in the room.

"P-please," The plea came as a whisper as Chikoe gave the head of his cock another lick before wrapping her lips around it. "Let me do the same for you." Chikoe felt a mouth gently lick at her center and removed Shoji's cock from her mouth with a pop.

"I'm supposed to be taking care of you." Chikoe pouted at the duplieye that had been watching her play with him. She felt his cock twitch in her hand as she looked up at the man towering over her. Another hand ran itself through her hair, savoring the feeling of the silken locks. "Taking care of you takes care of me." Chikoe rolled her eyes.

"You never take, do you? You only give." Chikoe felt Shoji wrap his arms around her and gently move her back so he could kneel on the bed between her legs. "I don't want to take anything from you." Shoji's eyes darkened as he looked at her core, slick with want and oil. She felt a tongue lick up her inner thigh as his true hand went to reach for her breast. "I'm honored that you'd let me give you pleasure. I don't need anything more than that."

"Mezo." The tone of Chikoe's voices caught him off guard and he stopped his movements to meet her gaze. "I don't want you to take anything from me. But I do want to focus on you today. That doesn't mean you're taking. Think of it as..." Chikoe's eyes looked up as her head tilted slightly as she looked for the correct word, a movement that Shoji found adorable. "Prioritizing." She concluded, her eyes once again meeting his.

Shoji considered her words. "Fine." He conceded, using his main arms to grab her waist. Another pair made quick work of her shirt and bra, tossing them into a pile on the floor. "But that doesn't mean you don't get to enjoy this." The hands from her hips made their way to her breasts, pinching the hardened nubs. Chikoe arched her back, allowing another pair of arms to weave under and flip her over.

Shoji did not think of himself as a perverted man. He had needs the same as anyone else, but that did not make him perverted. Recently, when he'd been taking care of himself in the shower, this is the image his mind had been conjuring. Chikoe on her hands and knees before him, her ass in the air, the view exaggerating the cinch of her waist. Her sex wet with want for him, her hair cascading down her back in shining waves.

Now that it was before him, he knew his mind had been conjuring a poor substitute for the real thing. "Tell me how wet you are for me." Not having to meet her eyes made it easier for Shoji to ask for what he wanted. What he wanted was to know that he was the one making her wet, making her squirm. Making her feel good.

"I'm dripping wet for you." Chikoe pushed back against him, rubbing her wetness along his length. Shoji let out a shaky breath as she did so, using his main hands to still her movements. He kept a duplieye trained on her, making sure that she wasn't showing any sign of discomfort. Instead all he saw was a blush on her face as she bit her bottom lip, clearly enjoying the feeling of his hands on her. "That is all for you, Mezo."

He pushed his length along her wetness, savoring the warmth that coated his cock. He felt her try to move, to chase more friction, but his hands held her steady. A duplihand found it's way between them and lightly brushed Chikoe's sensitive bundle of nerves. So lightly that Chikoe groaned in frustration against the hold he had on her.

"Green?" Shoji questioned, remembering her catatonic state after the explosion incident. "Yes, green, just...you're a tease." Chikoe pouted over her shoulder at him. He smiled at her before using a duplihand to gently push her shoulders, folding her into the bed.

"You said you wanted me to prioritize what I want. What I want is to watch you come undone for me." Chikoe felt a pair of hands run along the back of her thighs, then the fingertips scratching on their way back down. She felt her hips wiggle, begging for more. A tongue pressed to her sex and gave a small lick, small enough that Chikoe once again tried to push back into it. The tongue pulled away and Chikoe found herself wanting for any stimulation. Any friction.

"Please, Mezo." Chikoe tried to lift her head, but felt a gentle hand between her shoulder blades encourage her back down. There was no force behind the movement - Chikoe suspected that getting the man to be rough with her would be difficult - but the ask was clear. He wanted her bent into the bed. "I need more, please." She pleaded as she gave into the mans wants.

"I don't think you do." The whisper was directly beside her head. "You're so wet for me. I don't think you need more. Do you think you can hold still for me?" Chikoe nodded into the mattress, turning her head to look at Shoji the white haired man that loomed behind her. He was flushed, clearly as flustered as she was. His hands loosened from her waist as he once again ran his length along her slit. Chikoe groaned and gripped the sheets at the contact, grateful for the friction. The movement sent waves of pleasure along pulsating outwards from her core. Before she could think, she felt Shoji's hands tighten around her hips.

"Hmm, seems you can't." Shoji mused, and Chikoe realized she had moved her hips against him. "That's a shame." Chikoe felt him rub a knuckle along her slit, pausing at her clit. "I want to make you cum, but I can't do that if you can't keep your word."

"I didn't mean-" Chikoe's explanation came out more desperately than she had intended. "I didn't think-" Chikoe went to sit up again, and she once again felt that gentle hand on her shoulder. Shoji still wouldn't put any force behind it, instead just conveying what would make him happy. She took a shaky breath before she stopped her movement and put her face back into the mattress.

"I've thought about you like this." Shoji confessed as a hand lovingly rubbed her ass cheek. "I've cum thinking about you like this." Shoji trailed his fingertips from the back of her neck down to her back dimples, following it closely with a duplitongue. "Now that I have you here, all I want is to keep you like this for as long as possible. Will you let me?" Shoiji questioned, lining him cock up to her entrance.

"Yes." Chikoe's confirmation had the cadence of a plea. She felt his hands wrap around her waist again, holding her steady.

"I'll go slow. To savor this." Chikoe's gasp transformed into a moan as he pushed into her, her wetness making the entry easier. It was still a stretch but Shoji was true to his word, going painfully slow so as to not hurt her. Chikoe tried to push back, tried to get him to fully seat himself in her, but was held steady by Shoji's hands. "None of that, now." He chastised. "That's not the priority. I want to enjoy every moment of this." Shoji began moving forward again, slowly, watching his cock disappear into her. The sight was absolutely erotic and he almost didn't want it to end.

"P-p-please." Chikoe found herself begging, wanting him to fill her and fuck her. Her skin felt too hot, the wetness between her legs and the teasing Shoji was doing had made quick work of her resolve. In one swift movement Shoji fully sheathed himself in her, and Chikoe cried out from the satisfying feeling of fullness it brought on.

"You're so beautiful. I'll fuck you any way you want me to." Shoji's words came out as grunts and whispers as he began thrusting painfully slow, savoring the feeling of her heat enveloping him. "But this? I've been thinking about this since you were perched in my lap. About how beautiful you'd look bent over. About watching my cock-" Shoji snapped his hips forward suddenly, causing Chikoe cry out in pleasure, "disappear into you. And this is far, far better than I could have imagined." Shoji used the hands he'd locked around her waist to pull her into him. His movements became more frantic as the sound of slapping skin filled the room. Another pair of hands reached down to fondle her breasts and he savored the feeling of her softness in his hands. Chikoe felt a tongue begin lapping at her clit, causing the pulsations from her core to become more powerful.

"M-Mezo," Chikoe groaned out as her ass bounced against him, his strong arms holding her steady, "I'm going to c-" The mouth against her clit began lightly sucking instead, the sensation causing the pulsing from her legs to completely envelop her. What was previously a pulse turned into a wave that pulled her under with surprising force. Shoji didn't stop his motions or ministrations against her, dragging out her orgasm, and Chikoe was vaguely aware that she was spasming against his cock.

"Chi." The whisper in her ear pulled her back down to earth. Shoji's pace hadn't slowed, the movements quickly becoming overstimulating. "Where do you want me to cum?" He questioned, aware of his impending orgasm.

"Wherever you want." Shoji groaned at the answer, his mind filled with possibilities. Imaging them all pushed him over the edge and he pulled out, spraying his cum all over the back of her thighs. The feeling had left him exhausted. Shoji jumped slightly as he felt Chikoe press his lips against his own. She'd turned while he was basking in the post orgasm glow, wrapping her arms around his neck. He quickly enveloped her in his own arms and moved the pair, laying them on her bed.

"Stay?" Chikoe questioned, her eyes fluttering shut from the warmth and exhaustion.

"Of course."

It's sad to see this one end, but I'm also happy with it! There's some things left to explore that can be done in one-shots as the mood strikes. Thank-you for reading!

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[naughtybg3confessions]

(Not a confession.) I've been working out submissions for the trans day, and there was also an interesting discussion on the topic on r/okbuddybaldur, and I've been wondering - where do you think the line is drawn between 'naughty confessions' and 'fetishization'? I'm trans (transmasc-leaning NB), I have trans hcs, many of them are smutty, I find them hot, trans people ARE hot! We are! But is there a point where it just becomes fetishistic?

Related, what about stereotyping? Tall, buff transfem Karlach, or slender, pretty transmasc Astarion, for instance (which I genuinely do love, especially together). Questionable if you're ONLY going with the more stereotypical view (ie. 'Shadowheart is small and fem and definitely cis, Karlach is tall and butch and definitely trans'), or questionable at any time?

(Relatedly, this comes up in the discussion on Reddit - someone shared their frustration with always seeing Aylin as trans and Isobel as cis, and shared their frankly incredible trans Isobel headcanon.)

Not at all trying to start Disk Horse or anything, just a trans fan writing up submissions and overthinking things. Have an excellent day!

Well let me start by saying that I'm cis, and not exactly an authority on this subject. I have no magical way of knowing where all our confessions are coming from, but I do have some safeguards in place to reduce harm.

First of all, confessions that fetishize real life groups of people are strictly not allowed in our rules. It's up to my own discernment (and that of our followers) what constitutes that, but generally any use of slurs or reinforcing negative stereotypes is a clear tip off. If someone is making trans folk out to be freaks or fetishizing things about them that belittle their gender identity, that's obviously a no go. But so far, no one has said that. There was one confession sexualizing dysphoria that towed the line for me, but my gut told me the submitter was trans themselves and simply had a humiliation kink. Which they later confirmed!

Not speaking for the fandom at large, but on this blog at least it seems like all the characters are "transed" pretty much equally, from Shadowheart to Halsin. With the exception of Gortash, who seems to get the lion's share of those confessions, but that doesn't ring any alarm bells to me.

I certainly wouldn't want to disallow trans hcs for any particular character. After all, it is a fact of life that some cis women are big and tall, and so are some trans women. Should they be excluded from being found attractive just because of a few bad eggs? But I'm always happy to see more variety, thought, and creativity put into confessions overall. Y'all are certainly encouraged to break the mold around here.

I do my best to use my best judgement in moderating confessions so that everyone feels safe and welcome here. But I'm not perfect, so if anything ever slips through the cracks I won't hesitate to listen to our trans followers, remove the confession and learn from the experience. Should that ever happen, I may ask the anon to clarify their intentions as well, as sometimes people just phrase things unintentionally poorly (Hanlon's razor and all that).

Anyways, I hope that answer was satisfactory, it's an interesting and nuanced topic to be sure. And I bid thee an excellent day as well!