#irl he was almost 30 when he passed

[notquitehuman-creations]

Rocketstar!!!

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

The itch

An: so I’ve never written for TUA, I think, I haven’t written anything in like a long time cause my brain is made of worms most days, but the new season and mostly five in his new attitude? Personality? His almost soft tired of it all way, gives me the feelings. As a 28 year old women it’s odd that a 68 year old trapped in a 18 year old body works for me like it does but hey, I’ve liked weirder (cough I was in the Hamilton fandom cough) so enjoy this sort of bonding with Lila over the new mundane life and the exhausting reality of having to live it, because I love Lila and hate what they did to her and fives characters with the whole 7 year time line romance. Like why make her a mum of 3 and married to Fives brother just to ruin it like that. But anyway enjoy this weird fic.

Readers power: molecular manipulation, think piper from charmed, overhaul from my hero, uhhh it’s hard to explain but basically it means you can make things explode, freeze people and things by fucking with the molecular structure of said thing.

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You wanted to scream, to smash things, to burn yours and fives apartment down, it had been six years of calm, six years of learning to enjoy ‘normal’. Six years of working at dead end jobs because you didn’t pass the god damn psych evaluation for the CIA, somehow you are far more ‘unhinged’ than your husband.

You and five spent 30 years together, a decade in an apocalyptic wasteland when you ended up teleported there by mistake, and then 20 years at the commission becoming trained and ruthless assassins. Now, now Five worked doing CIA investigations and you got stuck working at a grocery store gas station. It was calm, it was normal, it was absolute hell on earth and made your skin itch.

So sitting in the parking lot of the play place for your nieces 6th birthday, you didn’t know why you couldn’t make yourself leave your car, five was already here, he had texted you as much, everyone else minus Viktor who was in Canada, and Allison who hasn’t shown her face irl to any of her siblings in the 6 years, you just needed to get out of the car and walk in with the gift you signed from both you and five for Gracie. It was a set of toy weapons, knives like her dads old ones, and a few other random ‘play pretend’ things.

Closing your eyes you leaned your head back against the head rest, taking a deep breath. Almost hitting the gas when the passenger side door opened and slammed closed. Turning eyes wide you saw Lila, the exhausted mothers face blank staring forward

“I just needed a minute, just needed” you nodded

“Take all the minutes you need. I assume it’s like pulling teeth in there with Diego?” Lila nodded sighing loudly

“Fives the same way, just on other stuff, like deciding if he wants to go out to dinner or stay in and order pizza, or if he needs new underwear because the ones he has have so many holes in surprised they still count as underwear, or just simple things like the dishes, like how hard is it to wash a cup, it shouldn’t be as hard as it is, how hard is it to just tell me when you need a quiet night cause work was stressful, and you are exhausted from stupid people all day, i work retail, he acts like I don’t understand being tired of idiots…I just…” you paused looking back out the windshield

“It’s like your skin is on fire and nothing stops the itch of being a once highly skilled assassin who could fuck with peoples molecules and freeze them in time or make them explode?” You nodded looking at her

“I find myself flicking my hands out and remembering I can’t just blow up or freeze people anymore, it’s like an itch and anytime I explain it to five he just…”

“Doesn’t listen? Or doesn’t understand that you are used to how your life was and now that it’s different, it’s not bad but it’s eye burning mundane clock ticking by slower then ever reality?”

Nodding you sighed

“Diego, he wants to listen, he just, from what five always told me he had a hard time understanding others because his brain is just, frazzled and he feels inadequate, how they grew up I guess shaped them in every timeline. Five is just used to being alone he was alone for 30 years before we met, then I popped up and it’s just. I don’t think he gets that sometimes I just need him to..”

“Let you Help with the itching”

You nodded smiling at her

“He just, it’s been a lot, and we haven’t quite got the ‘normal life’ down just yet.” Lila nodded

“It’s not easy in normal marriage land either, 3 kids and a chunky husband who, doesn’t make it easier is….”

“Not helping the itching. Well how about me and you, when the itch gets too bad, we help each other? Maybe find a way to do something, go to a rage room? Do a fighting class something to feel the….rush? Of what we did before. Have Klaus or someone babysit the kids, be me and you and just….”

“Fighting each other like the before days?” You laughed nodding

“Yeah…I miss getting to kick your ass and having you kick mine…”

Lila laughed looking around

“We could start a fight club, you, me, Ben when he gets out of prison. Just….maybe we’ll get used to normal eventually….” You frowned nodding

“You know if you ever need anything, help with the kids, a friend to vent to when Diego is being Diego…I’m not to far from your guys place. I can always swing by, let the munchkin tornados beat up on auntie Y/N.” You smiled at her for all the mess you and her had been in against each other, she had become one of your closest friends and family members through it all.

Soon enough you finally made your way into the building, the screams of children everywhere, the smell of sugar and something faintly child everywhere. You spotted five by the ball pit, speaking with Ben, walking over you hugged five from behind sighing as you rested your forehead against his back

“Hello, love.” You squeezed him in response before looking up and over to Ben

“Ahh Benjamin, free from jail, good to see you didn’t die, love that you still look like you want to murder us all” Ben didn’t laugh, just glared at you before sighing

“Not in the snark mood got it.” You felt five squeeze your arm a bit pulling away from you, making you groan

Turning to fully look at you, he looked you over smiling softly

“How was work?” You looked at him blinking slowly before sighing and planting your forehead on his chest, groaning

“Ahh I see” his hand rubbed your back softly, his other lifting the beer to his lips.

“People are stupid. How hard is it to put a gas nozzle in a car….”

“Apparently impossible if what you tell me says anything” you looked at him nodding before turning to look around

“10 bucks says Diego forgets to put up the piñata like Lila asked him” five laughed slightly

“Nah 20 says Lila has a mental breakdown before cake is served” you looked over to where Lila stood with Gracie helping the young girl fix her party hat,

“Nah I think she has a breakdown after presents when she sees what we got Gracie” five laughed looking down at you, brushing the stray hair from your face, smiling at him you sighed softly again,

it seemed even if you wanted to rip your hair out from the new ‘normal’ reality you all had to live in, even if your skin itched from the need to return back to what life was before somehow, it was nice that you still had small moments, where normal wasn’t so bad, normal birthday parties for your nieces and nephews, seemingly normal holidays, and normal, non murder happy work. As much as you loathed admitting it, sometimes it was nice. Like now, now was nice.

[nico-di-genova]

Prompt?? Request?? Idk what this is but it’s been stuck in my head and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it!!

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Frat boy au where lance is super straight passing and acts really frat bro-y. But it’s Outside POV from another person in the college who assumes he’s probably homophobic and doesn’t treat women well/ all that stereotypical frat boy stuff. They complain abt fratboys all the time to their friends too and it’s this whole known thing in their friend group. Then they see him get into this super fancy car with a hot older man (nando ofc) and is like what’s up with that. Person keeps trying to ironically figure out if lance is part of the mafia or some other mystery. Turns out he’s in a loving relationship with his sugar daddy nando (person sees them kissing at a gay bar one night, among other things 😏) and after that they’re like damn wtf and have a change in perception of lance and can’t shut up about it and tells everyone “did u know lance is gay?!!” Other shenanigans ensue.

Bonus if they become friends in the end and lance tells them all the different ways and places nando fucks him.

I need you to know that this has unlocked something that I have been talking with my irls about for literally a month now. I will write this whole thing for you, but right now please enjoy this snippet and some Lore ™.

Also this may be so uniquely specific that no one will enjoy it, but I need everyone to know this has been my secret passion project for weeks now.

Logan absolutely despises group projects. He especially despises them when he’s partnered with perhaps the worst possible group of people you could be partnered with on an assignment that is responsible for a quarter of their grade. Other than the girl sitting to his left, her blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail, spreading out notes in multi-colored pen and highlighter, their table is the least inspiring of the lot. For one, there’s him, who had barely passed elementary calc. last year and was on his way to failing macroeconomics this semester. But it’s the two sitting across from him that instill a particular sort of dread.

“You going to Rusty’s tonight?” one of them asks, Esteban, tall and lanky and slumped so low in his chair that Logan can almost touch his feet even though he’s clear on the other side of the table.

The other one, Lance, broad and just as long as his friend, shrugs, “I don’t know, man. Getting kind of bored of it.”

Logan watches as Lance takes off his backwards cap long enough to ruffle at his hair before sliding the hat back down onto his head. There’s Greek lettering embroidered along back for some fraternity Logan doesn’t know the letters of, but is sure they’re assholes, nonetheless. He’s seen the way Lance strolls into class enough times, backpack slung over one shoulder, if he even bothers to bring it, his phone in the other. He wears his AirPods during class, which easily outs him as the elitist snob he is – the type of student who’s here partying on daddy’s dime, who wouldn’t know what the term ‘work study’ meant if it ran him over with the  bike Logan knows Lance keeps in the University Village parking lot. Logan couldn’t afford off-campus housing, but he knows Lance can, the bike is always parked in a resident spot.

The girl beside him shifts her notes closer, he turns his attention to her, so he doesn’t have to hear Lance recount his exploits at the local bar that is known for serving underage undergrads.

“You took all of these?” He asks the girl, mildly impressed. Her handwriting is neat, so neat it almost looks unnatural. She’s color coded them, bolded certain words and underlined others. Logan is suddenly ashamed of the chicken scratch in his notebook that’s tucked beneath his arm.

For those that don’t know, Florida Gulf Coast University is a school in Fort Myers (in south Florida, on the opposite coast of Miami). Their big draw is being “close” to the beach, realistically it’s like a 30 minute drive.

They typically attract local kids on scholarship, or rich northerners who are just looking for an easy education. But they do offer a unique golf management degree, and their claim to fame is that they’re sometimes decent in the basketball department (like 1 time in 2015 but they just will not let it go). They also somewhat have a reputation as a party school (tho I think Miami definitely more than them).

Being built predominantly around preserved land, FGCU also has a big “eco-friendly” outlook. So lots of walking paths, a course called colloquium that all students have to take, and the one everyone dreads because you have to walk through the swamp for part of it. Lucky for Lance, he would have attended during the COVID years, and thus could avoid the swamp walk because all courses were virtual.

He’d probably be a member of Alpha Epsilon Pi, the Jewish fraternity on campus. They’re lowkey, but also kind of throw the best parties, off-campus of course because FGCU doesn’t have official fraternity or sorority housing. In this world Lance has definitely drank jungle juice from a trash can with a nozzle cut into the base. He is aware of the existence of “Saturdays are for the boys” flags, frat boy Lance is something that can be both repulsive and endearing.

He has a car, but most the time he opts to take his bike places. Fernando first runs into him when he’s in his bike gear actually, which, you know, hard to resist that. Plus, picture Fernando being Lance’s backpack. Please envision it, it’s a very important image. It’s definitely happened in this universe.

Strollonso beach dates??? Yeah, 100% happened here too. One of the reasons Lance even ends up at FGCU is because of the beach, so you know his ass is there most weekends. He forgets sunscreen frequently, Fernando is used to applying aloe to his back after they’ve spent a long day on the boat. He probably has that sunburned warmth to him like 24/7. He never forgets his sunglasses though, so he also maybe has raccoon eyes.

Oh yeah, and Logan, being a South Florida boy, probably would have attended FGCU too. His tinder profile unfortunately probably does feature a photo of him holding a fish. Just Florida boy things.

Anyway, this maybe is nothing. But if you want to talk more about this au please feel free to message me/send an ask. And I will 100% be ready to ramble more about this ultra specific fic. A chapter coming after keep to the line this weekend maybe.

[thebunnybabyblog]

Late night visit (snape x reader 18+)

Severus planned for a boring but peaceful night alone when a sudden intrusion caused for his night to be turned upside down 🖤

Word count: 5717

Category: smut and fluff

Warnings?: drunk sex but there is assumed consent as they are very much a couple in love but plz irl make sure your partner is safe! And the tiny use of daddy, only a few lines use the word so it’s not a daddy dom type fic! Anyway enjoy!

Severus settled into his favorite reading chair with a freshly brewed cup of tea. y/n had been on him to start taking time for himself and decrease his stress levels. So, she had popped into a fancy little tea shop in London on her last outing and purchased a container of lavender Earl gray tea the shop woman recommended. It was about 11 when he had finally decided to put down his work and take her up on her advice to relax and try to settle in with a cup and a book that wasn’t potions related.

He always felt guilty if he wasn’t working when he was alone, felt as if he was wasting time if it was for his enjoyment, but her words from earlier in the day passed through his mind. “Sevvie please, it’s Saturday, don’t drown in your research until you pass out.” Normally she would be by his side on a Saturday evening but tonight she was off with her girlfriends as one seemed to be getting married and she was tasked to help throw a bachelorette party.

She wasn’t much of a “party girl” so he was shocked when she had told him about it. Not like he didn’t want her to go or anything like that, she was entitled to a life outside of his dungeon, but more because she wasn’t a big drinker. She normally chose to be curled up like a cat lounging no matter if it was home alone or over at Severus’ place.

It took Severus about an hour to finally get comfortable and push down his looming guilt of not being productive to finally get into his novel. He had decided to pick out the Henry James novel The Turn of the Screw, a classic horror novel filled with psychological horror and madness. Really, a perfect book for him other than the textbooks that he liked to read as if he was a kid with comics.

As it was a shorter novel and him being such a fast reader it took him only about an hour and a half to finish. He looked over to the clock on the wall and it was almost 12:30. He wondered how y/n was getting on, “I hope she’s safe” had crossed his mind many times that night. Like before he was fine with her being out, she was an adult and he wasn’t her father but it didn’t stop him from being concerned. He wasn’t worried about her doing something wrong, he was worried about the people who lurked in the shadows. He bounced his leg nervously, just sat in his chair not knowing what to do now. He thought he might as well get ready for bed as he wasn’t going to get any real comfort until he saw her in the evening tomorrow.

He pushed himself up and out of his chair and made his way to the bathroom for his nightly rituals. He had changed out his clothes for his pajamas and was half way through brushing his teeth when he heard a crash from downstairs. He jumped by the sudden commotion and quickly spit and dropped his toothbrush in favor of his wand that was sitting on the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. Barreling down the staircase ready to blast whoever dared break into his home, he stopped dead in his warpath to be met with a very intoxicated y/a who had somehow managed to stumble in and fall directly into the table he had by the front door, knocking over books and a large vase in the process.

“Y/n! Good heavens are you ok?!” He exclaimed as he rushed down the last few steps. “What are you doing here? How did you even get here?” Many questions were being rushed to her drunken mind that she didn’t even know how to respond. He quickly crouched down to her side and noticed she had fat tears welling up in her eyes. “I…. I’m s-sorry *hick* I just wan*hick*ted to seeee you” she cried, slurring her words. He couldn’t help but soften as he heard her little pathetic cries below his looming figure.

He had actually never even seen her drink before so never knew what type of “drunk” she was. She was just so helpless before him. “I’m sorry I broke *hick* your table sevvie” she cried to him, now with her face hard into his chest. He liked to pretend that he hated it when she called him “sevvie” but he really loved it and hearing it coming from her drunk mouth made his heart beat fast. “Shhh my dear it is only a table, it can be easily picked up and fixed. No real harm done.” He consoled her with a gentle hand petting her head.

While he held her he looked up to the door and noticed the many locks were all still secured and he furrowed his brow in confusion. “Y/n… how did you even get in here?” He asked. “Please don’t be mad Sevvie…*hick* I just wanted to see you real bad” she pleaded into his chest. Right then he knew exactly what she had done. “Oh Merlin y/n, you didn’t apparate here did you? In such a drunken state, you could have sliced yourself in half!” He scolded, not meaning to come off as angry but he had a bad habit of not conveying his tone correctly. She didn’t even reply with words but with more, now louder, sobs into his shirt.

He knew that scolding her in this state was not the right thing to do and quickly tried to remedy the situation with more petting and soothing words “shhh it’s ok I’m sorry, Sevvie didn’t mean to yell, it’s ok shhhh.” They stayed there a few moments just rocked back and forth as her cries calmed and now were down to a few sniffles. As much as situations that were caused by big emotions made him feel completely uncomfortable, he couldn't help but to feel good in this moment. In her drunken state all she could think about was coming to him. He would do anything for her and if that meant sitting on the floor by the front door with books and pieces of vase scattered across the floor then that’s what he would do.

“Here, let's get you upstairs and cleaned up. We can worry about this mess in the morning.” He said in a smooth tone trying to not get her crying again. He stood up and held onto her arms to get her to her feet, she stumbled lightly and fell into his chest. He loved the close contact that continued to be bestowed on him. “I’m sorryyyyy!” She cried as she looked up to him with her tear stained cheeks clearly on the verge of crying again. He had his answer from before on what type of drunk she’d be and she clearly was an emotional one. He wondered if this was the reason she preferred not to drink around him at all.

“Darling it’s quite alright let me just help you up the stairs.” He said as he scooped her up in his arms bridal style. She went up in a fit of giggles tightly gripping her arms around his neck. It was good to hear her laugh instead of her continuing sobs. “See that’s much better I only want to hear your laughter the rest of the night, no more crying.” He said in a fake strict tone but sly smile. She looked up to him with bright cheeks. She nuzzled her head into his neck and they made their way up to the bathroom to get her cleaned up.

He didn’t know if her smeared makeup was completely due to her fits of crying or also because of whatever wild antics her and her girlfriends got up to earlier in the evening. He knew now was not the best time to be asking too many questions but he couldn’t help himself not to pry a tiny bit. He sat her down on the closed toilet and moved over to the sink and got a warm washcloth prepared. Moving to sit on the edge of the tub adjacent to her he began to gently wipe her face.

“So my love, did you have fun this evening?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Oh yeah! We went to this bar that we ummm went to in college” she trailed off “mmmmmm this feels goooood” he couldn’t help but to chuckle as she pushed her face more into his touch. “You touch me soooo good Sevvie” she hummed. Severus’ eyes widened a bit and he cleared his throat. It’s not like she had never said that to him but still compliments and especially double meaning compliments made his heart race.

“Here, you sit right here and I'll bring you your pajamas. How does that sound?” He asked as he brushed some hair behind her ear. “Mmm yeah please sevviest snapeeee, hehehe sevviest like severus but sevvie hehe get it… ” She laughed as if it was the funniest joke on the planet. He just looked at her desperately trying to stifle the laughter that was bubbling inside him. “Yes, quite funny indeed my love.” he replied back to her. “oh!! The pink pair pleaseeeeeee!!” “Your wish is my command.”

He never thought in a million years would he see a drunk y/n disheveled and giggling, sitting in his bathroom at 1 am. He thought he’d have a pretty boring night filled with quiet solitude and unamusement but now he was striffiling through her drawer she claimed in his dresser for a particular pair of pajamas with a little white bunny plastered on the front. He had actually gotten these for her as a little gift when she was given the drawer and a key to his home. He was very nervous giving her that much access to his life but he grew to really miss her when she was gone and didn’t value the alone time as he once did.

He made it back to the bathroom with her retrieved items to be met with, nothing. She had made a break for it. “Y/n? Darling where have you run off to?” He turned around and continued down the hall to check his study for his vanishing act. It was easy enough to find her as all he had to do was follow the trail of clothes that led him to his office door. “Umm y/n are you in here?” He said as he slowly opened the door.

He was met with the sight of y/n standing in just a bra and panties warming herself by the still lit fireplace. “Oh Merlin…” he thought to himself as he saw her glowing in front of him. “Sevvie! There you are! I wondered where you ran off to!! You were gone for ages!!” She exclaimed while wrapping her arms enthusiastically around his neck. “You left me all aloneeeee after it took me so long to finally find you I’m hurt!” Y/n said in a huff

“What do you mean it took so long to find me?” He asked puzzled. “Welllll i accidentally ended it a few spots before i landed on your table” she looked up shyly “I’m gonna have to apologize to one very angry neighbor lady tomorrow.” At this point he couldn’t hide his laugh and sent out brighter laughter around the room. “Sevvieeeee don’t laugh at meeeeeee.” She squealed and she swung about.

He couldn’t help but to grab on to her waist for support and remembered just how almost nude she was. “My love, why did you undress?” He asked. “Ohhhhhh I donno. Maybe I didn’t wanna wait for you to do it for me.” She suddenly let go of his neck and pushed him back into his reading chair. He stumbled back in surprise as she had never been forceful with him before. Before he could make sense of the situation she had straddled his lap.

“What the? Y/n what has gotten into you?” He laughs out. She started peppering his face with little kisses, giggling with every single one. She was gripping the sides of his face and as she pulled away from the kisses she looked down to him with heart eyes. “My sevvie is sooooo beautiful. My beautiful handsome pretty boyfriend!” She squished his cheeks while she spewed out compliments. He couldn’t help but blush at her drunken proclamations and he loved hearing her call him her boyfriend.

“Sev I just love you so so so much why and how did I get so lucky! I just wanna kiss you forever and ever!” She exclaimed before she started another assault to his face. Severus couldn’t lie he was having a very hard time controlling himself at this very moment. He had his beautiful girlfriend straddling him in front of a roaring fire half naked shouting to the heavens on how lucky she was to be so in love with him.

His mind was filling up with many thoughts that were the opposite of putting her back into clothes but he still had a sting of guilt that was swaying him to stop. “My love as much as I am very madly deeply in love with what is happening right now, I think we should stop.” He said with a tone that implied he really hated having to say it. She looked down at him with her big sad eyes “but sevvieeee I’ve been dying all night to come back to you!” She protested, leaning down to rest her face by his neck. “I need you sooo so bad!” She whined into his ear, her breath tickling his skin. He felt a shiver wash over him and his skin covered in goosebumps to the sensation and her seductive tone.

He was struggling hard to fight off his urges to just push her right to the floor and devour her whole. “Listen my love you are drunk it would be improper to continue this as much as I absolutely would love too.” He said while again pushing her hair behind her ear. She couldn’t help but nuzzle into his soft touch. “But sevvie I thought about you all night even when I wasn’t even drunk yet.” She cooed. “Is that so?” He asked in a hum. “Yes I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night. With Shara getting married I couldn’t help but think about how I want to be locked away with you for the rest of my life. Just right here, placed in your big soft lap.” Her hips wiggled playfully against him and her breath danced along his neck.

He couldn’t help but close his eyes and lean his head back to the double stimulation. “My love you are treading dangerously close to me, not being able to control myself.” He warned her. “Maybe I want you to lose control on me?” She licked up his neck in a seductively slow pace finally resting on his earlobe with a nibble. She knew exactly what buttons to push to send him over the edge. Sober or drunk she would let this man do anything he wanted to her, just to be underneath him was a reward from the gods to her.

His hands met her waist and pulled her hips to press her hard against him. “Don’t ask for something you might regret darling.” She looked down to him and with fluttering eyes cooed “but sir you have never been a regret only a reward to me.” And brushed her lips against his. He was pushed to his limits, something in him snapped and his eyes went dark.

He flew to his feet with her still straddled around him. She squeaked in surprise. Before she knew it her back was against the wall and her lips were being assaulted with deep passionate kisses. Moaning against his lips, a fire was building up inside her, so was desperate and needy for his touch. He moved to her neck and left rows of kisses, nibbles and sucks on her sensitive skin. “Oh gods Sev it feels so good. I need you so bad it hurts Sev so so bad mmmm yes!” She was practically vibrating underneath him.

Moving away with her from the wall he made his way through the door. “Sevvieeeee where are we going?” She called out in his clutches. “I’m going to ravage you properly right on our bed.” She couldn’t help but feel her heart pound to the words “our bed”. She couldn’t wait so she continued the fiery kisses to his lips and neck as the stumbled down the long hallway.

They bursted into the bedroom and before she knew it she was thrown atop of the plush bedding. She looked up to her powerful man and felt a twinge between her legs. He was so dominant looking above her. His hair disheveled and lips plumb from their feverish kissing. “Please just do dirty things to me, I can't stand it” she said to his looming figure. Without words he hooked his slender fingers underneath her panties and pulled them down hard, leaving her pussy exposed to him. She couldn’t help but moan to the sudden exposure and roughness.

“Mmm I love it when you get rough with me.” She moaned “oh really? Is that how you like it my dear?” He kneeled down on the bed with her naked core under him and leaned down close to her ear. “You like it when daddy gets rough with you?” She could tell right then she was done for because Severus wasn’t one to call himself by other names especially something like daddy. All she could do was moan from him sultry words but this wasn’t good enough for him. If she wanted to play this game she was going to play by his rules.

“If you want daddy to play with you my love, then you need to speak when I ask you a question.” He snapped as he grabbed her chin to look at him. Her eyes were wide and the heat was past building, it was boiling out of her. “Mmm yes sir I’m sorry sir.” She said to him as pure and innocent as she could. “Such a good girl for me,” his hand began to travel down her side and he made circles around her thighs. So close to where she was practically begging for him to touch. “Now like I said before, do you like it when daddys rough with you baby?” “Oh gods yes!”

With that he shoved his rough fingers into her core and went to work on what she was so desperate for. The room quickly filled with her moans and the sound of her wet pussy sucking his fingers in. He sucked along her neck and moaned into her skin, the sounds she was already making were driving him wild. She was coming undone underneath him already. Without stopping the rampage on her core he moved his way down her body until he was in sight of the sweet prize between her legs.

He could now see just how wet and dripping she was, it was already leaving a mess on his bedding. He couldn’t stop himself from taking a taste of the sweet honey she was producing just for him. “Mmmm o….oh gods yes! Please yes! I’ve wanted you to eat my pussy all night! Please mmmmm” Her hands found their way to his head and pulled him even closer while bucking her hips into his mouth.

Her neediness was fueling his lust as if it was a fire to dynamite. He moaned hard around her clit lapping in all of her juices as his fingers continued their assault. His cock was pressed hard against the bed and he found himself bucking against the sheets just to find a morsel of relief. Her taste was driving him crazy, the way her moans were filling the room were sending him into overdrive. He just wanted to do anything for her at this moment to make her feel even an ounce of what she makes him feel.

He could tell she was close, her breathing was erratic, her hands couldn’t find a place to sit, her pussy was throbbing around him. She was in pure ecstasy and it was all because of him. “Sev oh gods Sev- I….I don’t know how much longer, oh fuck, I can hold!” Her hands shot back to his hair pulling him hard against her. He was so close now he couldn’t breathe but he didn’t care, he could die right then and there and he would die the happiest man in this galaxy.

He sucked her clit hard into his mouth and he hooked his fingers in just the right way that pressed the soft spot deep inside her. She was a wild animal underneath him; he had to hook his free arm around her thigh to keep her right where he needed her. “C….cum!! I’m gonna-” her sentence was cut short with a loud and desperate scream to the heavens.

He released her limp body from his grasp and removed his fingers but left a few more licks and kisses to her drenched core trying to take in as much of her as possible. “How was that my love? Did sevvie make you feel good?” He asked with a wet smile. She could only hum in response as her breath was ragged and she had turned to goo in his bedding.

He thought of getting rough with her for forgetting to speak when spoken to but he quickly decided to let it slid as she just looked so fucking cute. A complete and total mess sprawled out just for him. “My love, I'll be right back, let me get a washcloth for you.” He wasn’t even worried for his own release; he was happy to just give his angel what she was so desperate for.

He turned to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom but was stopped when he felt a hand take a fist full of the back of his shirt. He was pulled down to the bed on his back, “oh no you don’t! You think I just wanted to cum? You are wrong, mister! I want your cum!” She shouted down to him as she began to straddle his still raging erection. The fabric of his pants were rough against her sensitive core as she ground her hips hard over him. Her hands placed against his chest to find support in her wild grinding.

Severus sucked the room's hot air in between his teeth and he clenched his eyes tightly as the sudden sensation of her above him was sending pin pricks all over his body. “You want my cum my love? Is that what you have truly been on the pursuit of?” He said almost breathlessly. “Well free me and take it all.” Practically begging as he needed this just as much as her.

She didn’t hesitate in her drunken haze to finally free the prize she had been pining after the entirety of the night. Earlier in the evening the idea of being married to Severus made her hair stand on end. Being together forever unrestricted from one another never having to leave to go sleep in her own bed somewhere else. She just wanted, no she needed, him for the rest of her days.

She looked down at his swollen, slick member with heart filled eyes as if she was looking at God themself. “Sevvieeeeee do you understand how deeply and madly obsessed I am with you?” She cooed, grabbing ahold of him by the base slowly churning upwards. A mix of her words and movements sent stars floating around his head. His hands found their way to the soft flesh of her thighs that kept his body tightly in place.

No matter how many times he would go to bed with her, the sight of her naked frame in soft candle light made him feel as if he was hallucinating. Always afraid one day he would awaken cold and alone in his bed, with no traces of her ever even existing. He couldn’t believe someone could actually be truly in love with him and crave his touch, soul and body; but here she was, placed upon him in complete and utter desire and love.

She had completely lubricated him with the copious amount of precum he had produced while pumping himself against the mattress. She looked down at his blushed face and like a feral animal pounced herself down on him without words. She was already so wet and ready for him she slipped down with no hesitation. “Gods… FUCK!” He yelled out to the heavens.

His eyes shut tightly and his head pressed hard into the sheets, he could feel her already pulsing around him. The feeling of her melting into him as they became one. Fully inside her, she ground her pelvis into him. She could feel his dark hair brush against her core, adding a tickling sensation to the already overwhelming pressure.

“God Sev you fill me up so full, I think about your cock all day when you’re not around.” She breathed out while looking down into his eyes. He didn’t even know how to respond, she was always so shy, normally, when they had sex he had to tease the words out of her. But here she was towering over him, freely offering up words full of lust straight from the deep parts of her brain, looking him right into his soul.

He felt like a shy teen boy having sex for the first time. He hadn’t felt like this in ages as he was always the dominant one and usually would only prefer that; but, right here right now, he would let this wild woman rip his heart out of his chest and serve it to him on a platter. His body was starting to just do things without his brain even telling it to.

Hands roamed her sweat kissed skin and found comfort along her waist as his hips started to buck into her. Her head shot back looking high up to the ceiling, her breasts bouncing hard now above him. Her wild moans echoed off the walls and through Severus, it’s as if he could feel them rumble around in his chest. Watching her filled with so much ecstasy, like she had become a little sex nymph.

“Se-sevvvvv p-pleaseeee!” She whimpered and whined. His eye began to twitch and something in him snapped. Gripping her waist, he spun her around to where her back crashed into the soft mattress below, taking his place on top. “Please what, my love? It seems I’m in need of some instruction tonight.” He said looking down at her with dark hooded eyes. “I ummm I-“ was all she could respond to the sudden shift of power between them.

Even in her alcohol fueled state she knew that she was done for now. All the teasing and power play would have eventually come back to bite her in the ass and she wasn’t complaining. It was her goal all along, to rile him up in ways she was too afraid of without the liquid courage flowing through her veins. “What? You were so vocal before, now you can’t even muster up a single sentence?” He said dangerously close to her ear. His hot breath sent shivers down her spine as it came in contact with the thin veil of sweat that formed on top of her skin.

“Please Severus! Please, I can't take it. I just want you to pound me until I'm a mess under you! Just fuck me already please!” She was met with no response other than him quickly lining himself back up to her and plunging himself deep into her core. She let out a scream that if someone would have passed by their window would probably thought something else was going on in there. He didn’t even let her adjust to him, he just gave her exactly what she was begging for.

Blow after blow was delivered at breakneck speeds to her cervix. Never relenting to give her a second to replenish the air that was being knocked out of her lungs. She was a pile of mush below him and yet she needed more of him. She needed to do all the things she was so afraid to ask for when they were normally intimate.

Without words, as she had no ability to use her voice anyway, reached up to his left wrist he had planted in the bed by her head. She slithered her fingers around him and brought his index and middle finger to her lips and slipped them into her mouth. He let out a low and desperate moan as she sucked and swirled her tongue around his digits.

Never breaking eye contact she slipped his fingers out of her mouth and placed his hand around her throat. His eyes widened at this, they had been rougher before but she had never initiated it, especially so boldly. Her face flushed red, eyes filled with desire and mouth opened, he was in heaven. To be looking down at this angelic being below him and she wanted him to devour her whole.

His grip tightened around her delicate throat as his erratic thrusts pounded into her, at this point he couldn’t stop his hips if he wanted to. “Fuck my love, why didn’t you tell me you wanted me this way?” His fingertips dug into the sides of her neck and tears began to form in her eyes. He could tell she was close even with no sounds now escaping her mouth as she started twitching around his cock.

“You like it when I’m rough with you huh? You like being a whore under me? Who knew you were such a slutty little minx, I guess I’m going to have to use you like this more often, how does that sound?” All she was able to muster was a sharp inhale and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She couldn’t hold it any more, the way his hips were snapping against her had been stimulating her clit and the lack of oxygen was making her body foggy. Just being able to listen to the deep moans and grunts from the delectable man above her was enough to send her over the edge.

“Are you going to cum for me? Come around my cock for me, let me see how good this cock you’ve been dreaming about makes you feel.” He grunted as he rhythmically snapped his hips. His words were the straw that broke the camel’s back, her hips bucked and she practically elevated off the bed. Her sudden movement shifted his grasp and allowed her to fill the room with screams of passion as she came undone around him. He had never seen something so erotic under him and without warning shot load after load deep into her as he clenched and gritted his teeth like a beast above her.

After they had finished erupting, the room was only filled with huffed breaths. Severus had collapsed on to her and she could feel the ragged breaths in the nape of her neck. Even in her exhausted state she still managed to run her fingers through his sweaty matted black hair and revel in the fact that he was all hers. This tough and stern man who he showed to the world was not even close to being his true form. He was warm and filled with love and passion and she was ever so grateful that he chose her to be wrapped up in a sweaty mess with.

Her eyes filled with hot tears unexpectedly and she couldn’t stop them from flowing down her cheeks and into his hair. He didn’t notice at first but soon felt a cool sensation form in his hair. He looked up in shock as he saw her there quietly crying. Afraid that what he had just done was the cause he spoke in a frantic tone, “My love, whatever is the matter? I’m so sorry if I was too rough with you! Please tell me what I can do!” His large palm found her cheek and held her gently.

“Sevvie- I…I just love you so much! Being with you is everything I’ve ever wanted… I just wish I never had to leave.” She cried to him. His expression softened and his eyes filled with stars as he looked down at her sweet face. He let out a soft chuckle and said “My sweet is that all? I was worried I had overstepped. Do you really feel that way? Do you not want to have to leave?”

She looked up at him with tear filled eyes. “Well all you had to do was ask y/n, I haven’t wanted you to leave my side ever since you took over a spot in my dresser.” He smiled down at her, his fingers brushing away the tears that threatened to fall. “How about I run us a hot bath and we go get you cleaned up? How does that sound?” She nodded and he gently scooped her from the sheets and cradled her in his arms bridal style.

Out of the bedroom and off to the bathroom he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell at the thought of her wanting to intertwine her life with his. He had never planned on finding someone let alone living with them. His brain tried to fill him with doubt that this was just the liquor speaking for her but he knew her words were her own. He could tell just by the way she had wrapped herself around his body and hummed into his neck. This was true, this was real, this was love and with her here it turned this house into a home.

[c0smiccom3t]

Dimension Dyfenders Mini-newsletter blog - OCTOBER EDITION!

Hello, everyone!! Welcome back to a new D.D newsletter blog post! This time, like ive said ever since a month ago, it's not a big one, but it's very exciting indeed! So, i guess you can call this a "mini"-newsletter post. Now without further ado... Let's hop 2 it!

BIG NEWS REGARDING POCKET ADVENTURES!!

You guys still remember pocket adventures, do you? If so, remember the part where i said its first minisode's script was half-way done? Well... THIS JUST IN! I'm happy to announce that the script is OFFICIALLY FINISHED! Now, all that I have left for minisode 1 at this rate is finishing up all of its pages! And speaking of pages, Here are some panels from the upcoming pages from the comic, possibly to be finished in April, and planned to be released in May 2025 (the series' anniversary month)!

And that's not all! A script for a minisode of pocket adventures also finished production a while ago. (It's not minisode 2.) But hey, i'm saving that for another time, anyway. It's way too soon, and summer has already passed, so... Maybe next time, waves will be easier to catch. Who knows?🌊🏄‍♂️🏖️

What's that you're saying?

"Comet, that's great and all that Pocket Adventures minisode 1 is coming along great! But what about Toonies?"

Ohhh Am I GLAD you asked!

Lucky for you all, I have more toonies comics planned right inside my noggin. So, once i can think up of any good ideas, they will be released for you all to enjoy! As for the new fans however... Since there are some people (esp on Bluesky) who are NUTS abt Indie animation and comics and all that and want to know about D.D's world, premise, cast, etc... I'm happy to announce that RE-INTRODUCTION COMICS ARE IN THE PLANS! they may not be in development, yet. But I can assure you, new fans who discover this series will get their cake! OH YEAH! I forgot to mention another thing... Sometimes in toonies and in the reintro comics, there will be chibi versions of the characters getting into shenanigans! Here's what one of our characters will look like as a chibi, courtesy of the y2k artstyle and Knockout himself.

Look at this, isn't he adorable?? Just think of what the other characters will look like! the possibilities are endless!

I dont know when those comics will be made and uploaded. But trust me, wether it's the re-intro comics, toonies or Pocket Adventures, you're sure in for a treat! Okay... I'm sure there isn't anything else i wanna say, is there...? Oh yeah! Almost forgot!

So... About the specials.

Yes, I mean the Halloween special AND the supposed to be 3rd anniversary special. As much as it pains me to say it, the latter is NO LONGER an anniversary special due to time constraints and IRL stuff getting in the way. Instead, it will be a regular special! (It's still a special though!) It will be rewritten to fit less into the anniversary type and instead it will be made about something thats the same (the gala) but just 30% different which i cannot say because i put an NDA on myself and i can't get it out because if i try to his highness will kill me.

As for the good news, I can say that there's another special in the back of my mind. Actually, its script has been in development for a while now! Just give it a few februarys and it'll happen. However, i'm not telling what it is, but I'm positive that it'll leave you... Love-struck.👑💕

Speaking of plans and whatnot, I'll have to reveal that there isn't gonna be much content in 2025 after m01, mostly because i'll be working on the minisodes and won't release them until theyre finished and because me and my mom have been thinking of moving back to italy next year once im done with art school. So, that means D.D might go on yet ANOTHER hiatus, unfortunately. HOWEVER, I have BIG plans for 2026! Plans that i can't go much into detail (once again NDA by myself). But i can definitely tell you all, that's its gonna be amazing! No, it's not animated (yet.) but it's def worth waiting for!

And for any "fansies" reading this. Trust me, he's NOT leaving anytime soon, and you know it!

As for other stuff before i close this off. There will be a thread on my bluesky about introducing you all to Dimension Dyfenders as a whole! (once i finish up with concept art + ref sheets and new renders im currently working on.) So, be sure to look out 4 it!

THANK YOU ALL FOR READING! I am so excited to show off what this series will get into next as yours truly tries to carry it on their back while its 2 team members are away as much as they can! And trust me, I'll be sure to NOT disappoint you all. And thats a promise.

once again, thank you for reading and thank you all for your support! I still will be on the lookout for any fanart i see about the series! Remember, stuff like that and criticism are very appreciated here!! Have a riftastic day/night!!

[thedeluluverse]

Author’s Note: Got this idea a few months back one day when I heard “Watermelon Sugar” by Harry Styles after seeing the Run BTS clip of Tae stealing bites of watermelon and my brain made this monstrosity. Hope y’all like it!!!

Summary: It’s early August and your boyfriend Tae takes you on a spontaneous picnic date to enjoy the last batch of fresh fruit. Pretty innocent, right?

Pairing:  Taehyung x oc!Nari.

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, oneshot, songfic, drabble

Word Count: 1,717

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI  very explicit content, penetrative sex, oral sex (both receiving), fingering (f. receiving), breast play, dirty talk, unprotected sex, and breeding kink (don’t be dumb irl guys), slight edging, slight mention of biting, pet names, squirting, clit play, neck kissing, some hair pulling.

As summer crawls to an end, an unexpectedly lovely August day rears its beautiful face. Not to the extent of one needing a jacket, just a blissful breeze along with the tempered rays of the sun making you enjoy being outside for the first time since early March. Taehyung, your boyfriend of 8 months, had just come in from walking Yeontan with a huge grin and a “BABE! Get ready, we are going on a picnic. I’ll go pack!”.

Swiveling your head to watch as he walks toward the kitchen with a confused expression. As you look up from your laptop, you say, "Um honey…you do realize what month it is, right? Have you officially lost it?". He waddles over happily to kiss you on the forehead as you arise from the couch and explains, "Funny jagiya, but no. At least, I don't think so…. Anyway!”

“Suddenly, It felt fantastic outside, and I heard a song on the radio. It made me want a picnic because it talked about fruits.". You giggle and raise an eyebrow, “Alright then, I’ll go get changed!” you shout as you run towards your closet with Yeontan following closely behind.

After efficiently loading up the back of his SUV with snacks, drinks, and blankets, he walks to the passenger side and opens your door for you with one hand; with the other, he gently holds your hand and gives it a gentle kiss as you get settled in your seat.

          It only takes about 10 minutes to reach your destination, a favorite park of yours due to the vast array of flowers that can be found there, even in the early winter months! Much to your chagrin, Tae insists you just "stand there and look pretty," holding the basket as he sets up the portable umbrella (skin damage is no joke) and blanket. It doesn't take long, and soon enough, you are both enjoying tall glasses of his famous strawberry juice along with various finger foods.

          About 30 minutes later, you are lying side by side, cloud-watching, when he looks at you. Just looks at you. Doesn't say anything for the longest time, but he still startles you once you turn his way to tell him about the dragonfly that just passed.

After you catch your breath, you ask, "Well, I had a question, but now I have two. One, what was the song that was playing earlier that hyped you up extra to do this picnic?”.

          He chuckles and replies, "Nari, why such a delay? It's been like 2 hours since I brought that up." "It just re-crossed my mind. Is that okay with you?" you say poutily. "Now, now pretty, no need to pout. I'm only teasing."

He answers as he drags his thumb across your bottom lip, then trails down to your supple breasts, almost spilling out of your dress; simultaneously, his lips are ghosting across your collarbone and neck, slightly nipping at your skin. Your eyes widen in shock as your cheeks flush, “Taehyung! What if somebody passed by?!”.

           Smirking, he only whispers in your ear, "They didn't, though, did they? Plus, it's not like the thrill is unenjoyable for you.". Biting your lip, turned on by the fact that he was right, you go back to the original subject, "So….what.was.the.mothafuckin.song?”

Looking amused at your flustered state, he sits up on his elbow, and states, “Well, since you’re sooooo persistent….it was ‘Watermelon Sugar’ by Harry Styles.”

You go from turned on to confused in .2 seconds, "And that made you want a picnic? How???". He looks at you so matter of fact as if you just asked him what color the sky is and says, "Have you heard it before? He says 2 of my favorites, watermelon AND berries!!! So that plus the weather equals picnic with my love.”.

Sitting up, you lean towards him and cup his face while stifling a laugh saying, "You know they aren't talking about fruit, right?". He looks stunned, as if he just discovered that the Tooth Fairy isn't real, and says, "Wh-what do you mean, baby?".

You cackle, fall back onto your ass, and practically shout, "How do you, of all people, not know??? He's literally talking about eating pussy, you sexy fluff for brains that I love.". He just stares at the ground in shock for a whole 5 minutes.

You get closer and wave a hand in front of his face, then he emerges from his trance. Immediately, your freshly washed, soft ponytail is wrapped around his hand, pulling you within an eyelash's length away from his lips.  

The corner of his mouth twitches, then he says, "Well, in that case, Princess…" You are pulled onto his lap in the same nanosecond for a passionate session of groping, kissing, and grinding against each other.

This only lasts until he can feel your dampness seeping from your thong to his dress slacks. At this point, he slaps you on the ass, then says, "Guess it's time to honor the song, my needy angel." and proceeds to gently lay you down on the blanket.

Lust glazes over your vision as you weakly protest, "T-Tae…we're in public. We can't…fu-" Your worries are cut short by his fingers grazing your thighs, slowly pushing your skirt up, making you lose focus. "The thing is…I rented out the park on the way home so we can do whatever we want. Wherever we want. How's that for fluff for brains?". Growing wetter by him planning to this extent, you feel your inhibitions melt away under the setting sun.

As if he can sense your libido intensify, he teases your pulsing lips through the thin fabric, barely brushing his fingertips along your slit. "Eager for me to devour you? My sexy watermelon.". You prop yourself up on your elbows, eyebrow cocked. "Wait, what did you just call me?”.

His cheeks turn rosy, regretting his wording already, but he just leans into it and crawls up to you and says, "You heard me, you fucking brat." Then proceeds to flick his tongue along your nipples, edging you for a moment before lightly slapping your clit and saying, "Alright, get ready, baby girl, I'm thirsty.".

Wasting no time, he fucks you with his deft tongue, ensuring not to waste a drop. Licking stripes up and down your velvety folds, his moans at how good you taste vibrating into your clit, bringing you to your climax.

Sensing you can handle much…much more, he proceeds to lightly bite down on your sensitive bud while inserting 3 fingers into you, causing you to arch your back. Wanting to see how much you can handle, he goes in for the kill and starts sucking and biting on your heaving chest.

Next, a first in your sexual history; within the next millisecond, you are squirting uncontrollably past the blanket onto the fields beyond them. You instantly start stuttering out of shock and embarrassment, but not for long as Tae extends his finger into your mouth, saying, "Sshh jagiya, I feel like I just won the jackpot. It was sexy, and I hope I can make you do that much more, in our lifetime.".

Grinning like an idiot, you just giggle and blush as he sits up, wiping your arousal off his lips as he tastes you off his fingers. "You alright to go home now? It's getting dark out," he asks.

Slowly sitting up, you move closer to him and lightly push on his chest, making him fall, causing his legs to extend and prop himself up by his palms.

Smirking at the uncertainty on his face, you fluidly undo his belt and gesture to his strained cock. "Thought I'd help you out with this first, yanno since Sir took suuuch good care of me.".

His breathing hastens along with a "Nari, you really don't have to do anything, I swear. I enjoy making you feel good, no strings, okay?". Nodding, you unzip his pants and palm his throbbing member, "I know. I need to taste you now, though."

Wasting no time, you tease the tip, already leaking precum, with your tongue, making him grunt and curse under his breath, already struggling.

Keeping eye contact, you wrap your skilled lips over his cock and take the entirety of it into your mouth with ease. "Aish Nari, fuck…". You grin as you continue to bob your head up and down his shaft in perfect rhythm to make him writhe.

Before you know what's happening, you feel his veiny hand grip the back of your head, making you release his cock with a pop. "Jagiya, I need to fill you." Your eyes widen; you had always wanted him to breed you but had never voiced it, worried it was too early in the relationship.

Stammering, you say, "Wait…you're into that? I mean, no judgment because, honestly, same…" He darkly growled, "Perfect." then promptly rammed his entire length into you, momentarily causing you to lose your breath. As he thrusts the right pace to make you cum 3 more times, you can tell he is close to his own release.

He groans out, "Baby, fuck, I need to cum…are you sure it's okay to fill you up?" you breathily moan out an "Of course, Daddy" in response; no sooner had the words left your lips had he filled you to the brim with his warm seed, flooding your sensitive cunt and the sensation making you cum yet again.

As you both attempt to regain your breath, he cleans you up with the supplies he packed "just in case." Afterward, he put the blanket and empty basket in the backseat as you lay in the car's hatch. Almost magnetically, after cleaning up, he attached himself to your back in a warm embrace.

Tilting your head towards him, you ask, "Didn't you want to get home, love?" to which he replies, "We will, but I just want to hold you for a while…if that's okay.".

A contented sigh as your answer was all he needed to nuzzle further into your neck. You two drift off into a 20-minute post-climax blissful snooze before going home to a warm bath and the best sleep either of you had in months, along with Yeontan cutely snoring at the foot of your bed.

[howldean]

would very much love to know what the actor men are like in real life, plleeeasee

so our interaction was extremely fast because photo ops are like 10-30 seconds boom done. but holy SHIT so first of all jensen is like. embarrassingly gorgeous irl like. he is prettier than his prettiest photo shoots. which was disconcerting- so i was in line and they have music playing REALLY LOUD to fuck over anyone trying to record audio when they’re not supposed to but jensen was vibing between people. and i was doing a little air guitar with one hand as a nervous jitter and he did the one handed air guitar and saw me in line. so that was cool

SO ANYWAY i’m getting up there and i have the tiny stickers that are in the photo and a handler comes up when i’m like almost next up and she’s like hey you can’t have them stick those on their clothing, but you can put them on their fingers. and i was like cool cool cool— and then it was my turn and jensen was staring at me and like I KNOW that they’re just some guys but. lord. eye contact. so i pass him the first sticker and explained like here put these on and then just hug! and our hands brushed when i gave him the sticker and misha took his and was beaming. they SMELL SO GOOD like especially jensen, i’m trying to figure out what it is but it’s like warm and also floral and also earthy. whatever. they’re firm as fuck. like i had my arms around their waists and misha is a brick shithouse apparently like genuinely. and then they were giving me a squeeze and i was walking away beaming like an idiot

i didn’t even REALIZE that misha had stuck his on his face until i got the photo back later :D

[masschase]

7 and 50 in the basics ship ask meme for Matt and Casey :)

Ship ask meme: the basics

7. How often do they say “I love you”? When I write them it seems like it's all the fucking time. I think once they're out of the really early lovey-dovey stage they probably say it a couple of times a day, especially if they have been a little rough on each other workwise like... you have to remember Casey finds it really important that Matt continues to challenge her as his lieutenant so sometimes a quick "I love you" is needed once they've come to an agreement just to remind each other this is purely professional.

I think they almost always say it before they go to sleep, often right after sex when they're still kind of... entwined shall we say. But if they don't say it then he will initiate it afterwards as he knows she passes out quickly and he wants it to be the last thing she hears. She mumbles it back and then falls asleep with the light still on almost every time.

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better? God I hope not! Because I write them I can't think of a circumstance in which I would write that they would unless it was an au! I feel like I imply they will die together whether that's in their 20s/30s or their 90s, and if it came down to it I think I would pick ending their story with that rather than a breakup, which I know is dramatic as hell but um... hi!

I just don't see the sticking point, I don't see why they would end things if following the path I've already anticipated for them. Their biggest instability at first is more or less just Casey's commitmentphobia and I hope I make it clear that that extends to the general idea of commitment and that her excuses for not getting into a relationship are about as flimsy as a paper bag. She will be the first to spout "If I fall in love it will be forever" and "only the deepest love will induce me to matrimony" so actually falling in love is such a huge deal that she's unlikely to give up on that.

Only thing I can think of is the pressure of life circumstances and if they started taking that out on each other. They do both tire of having to fight and run all the time at one point, but I think I've already summarised Matt's solution to that which should allow them to hide from the worst threats indefinitely.

As in real life having children would represent probably the biggest challenge, especially the jump from 1 to 3, and yes, in the nicest possible way I'm a believer that children are more likely to cause cracks in a relationship than bring people together, but that's not to say those cracks are irrepairable it just takes work. But I honestly think this would be easier on them than on an irl couple. I've said this before but "it takes a village" as they say, and they have one. I don't know if I've mentioned but Victory is the first human child born on Ragnarok which just clarifies the sheer amount of support they would have around them.

So in terms of their relationship ending I see it as more likely where one of them dies or Cass get's trapped in another Boss's universe when multiverse jumping but I feel like the former is a different ask and the latter is just a hypothetical potential situation which I've been given cause to wonder about at times.

I think how they would cope would really depend what stage they were in because honestly at the beginning he's always kind of thinking she still might leave him and his confidence in her grows over time and he'd be crushed to finally start believing then have it end. Whereas this is her first serious loving relationship so to lose him in the beginning would just close her off again but even worse this time, but going through the journey of a relationship to have it end for a good reason would be devastating to her.

I think it would cause a lot of problems work wise, I think their loving bond personally actually gives them the strength to again, challenge each other when working together. I think they would really need some distance before rebuilding their friendship and work would make that hard. I think they could be friends, and if they did have children by that point they would definitely make sure they were civil to each other, but I'm not sure they could be super close friends again. It would lead to them blowing up or getting back together depending on the reasons for the breakup.

I think Casey would lash out more verbally whereas Matt would just silently fume in response. I mean, she really holds a grudge.  I think she would therefore be the one who takes longer to get over it. She'd be able to move on sexually but struggle romantically; parallelling Johnny after Aisha's death. But maybe, eventually she could consider thar hey, at least he didn't die, and look at considering another romantic relationship.

Matt would be devastated about it of course and would heavily berate himself no matter whose fault it was, but I think eventually he would move on before Casey would even if it took some time to have the oppurtunity. He's more of a romantic but he's far experienced with love and loss and emotions.

I like to think I'm at least fairly pragmatic about them, I like to think what they have took a long time to build and that they earned their happy ending, which I'm drawn to over more idealistic ideas of love. So I think it's interesting to at least think about this stuff would happen but yeah, main universe, they don't, they won't.

They die together.

[hotgirlshart]

it’s 11:11 do time to reflect on this retreat! or it was when i started this post lol now it’s been like 4 days and ive remembered this.

so wow. this retreat is like 24 hrs 3 pm to 3 pm type shit and wow. i’m sitting in my besties room because it’s so scary and i will die if i have to sleep the night alone! i’ve i thought i could tough it out but it’s scary and ive cried so much today!

me and @enashinonome are doing the retreat together!! she made a crazy insane speech that almost brought me to tears! then it just all spiraled from there and i was soon sobbing so hard that i couldn’t walk for like an hour! i literally love aya so much!! yall have no idea what she’s like irl it’s insane! we did this thing were everyone walked around giving people hearts and telling the receiver they love them and why even if you barely know the person and i loved it. some people chose to highkey be manipulative about it and go “i miss you we haven’t talked since sophomore year let’s talk again” to everyone whose been avoiding her because she’s the most two faced person ive ever met and said that to a good friend that she slutshamed and seriously hurt multiple times and had previously moved on!!! that was insane!!! literally everyone had moved on and forgotten but oh! you chose to do this while everyone was so emotionally fragile and at the very end of the group crying session!

but otherwise, the night was fire. everyone came over and chatted in me and besties room. then we watched like 15 min of la la land and passed out at like 1:15/30. he snores. my back hurt so bad when i woke up bc the bed was like a single? whatever smaller than a twin is. fire rooms though each got their own bathroom.

second day was less fire because the group i got assigned was lame!! i have such a weird mental relationship with this girl and they just had to put me with her. i fear i could never say anything emotional around her. plus the first day my group was like so peak. everyone sobbed their eyes out together and now we are like permanently bonded. we had a lot of “go touch grass and get outside” time which i love because i love being in the sun. i’m naturally freezing so whenever i can be in the sun i will.

getting back to school was lame. watched more of la la land with bestie on the bus. but then we landed and it was like damn. i have to be a part of the real world again. i’m not in my little fairy land of community. and first thing i saw was a widely hated (for good reasons) junior sitting with an gaggle of freshmen which was… also the crushing realization that tech was starting the next day and i needed to be at school at 10 on a saturday. and then 9 on a sunday. i showed up an hour late both times. first time because during the retreat a like rubber band in my braces broke and ripped a giant cut in my mouth and i was going insane and needed to go to the orthodontist.

tldr: i hate people i love people - tana mongeau but i do seriously feel so much more connected to everyone i was on the retreat with and it was a really amazing experience and im so excited for the senior year retreat (it’s a week long vs 24 hrs). i fear im more inclined to just walk up to people and talk about how much i love them now. it was a really ethel cain type place though like this girl got some photos that look exactly like inbred and golden age type shit.

[dracrownian]

Me, just a few weeks after having read almost the entire Detective Conan manga: okay but what if I do that again and write down the seasons/any sort of identifying time of year/specific day in whatever cases have them so that I can accurately figure out how much time has passed

This is a bad idea. I'm probably gonna do it anyway.

And I'm going to be really disappointed when it turns out to be "30 years have passed because Gosho just places each case in whatever season it is irl that he's writing it."

[craft-not-of-the-witch]

To Build A Box

The title of Jefrin was first bestowed upon Keith Splendor when the 4th dimension was revealed to him for the very first time, by a friendly skeleton, named Cyrus. Cyrus lived in the 4th dimension, along with all the other skeletons and mythic folk. The 4th dimension was born of The Box, a concept that was established by the Jefrin and his late wife many decades ago.

The Box is a present, made by the Jefrin, prepared by his wife, and intended for both to enjoy.

On the eve of their first Box, Keith and Merope had purchased six hits of Acid, for 30 quid, from a friend in Hyde Park. Keith pulled Merope close on their brisk walk home, kissing her temple with a smile, “Our fate is made of stardust, Lovey - tonight, we’ll measure the sparkle.”

Merope offered him a smile and shook her head. “Tonight, we’ll find out what always makes you speak in poetry.”

The cool Spring air chased them into their apartment complex. Excitement pushed them up the stairs in a flash - their auras grew bubbly and spiky - like children in the front of the line for a roller coaster. As they made their way to their flat, they found themselves feeling a shiver (that they would soon find out to be eternal) from the tips of their fingers to their knees. 

From Keith’s coat, he produced all six paper squares, all contained nicely in a green dimebag. The two shared toothy grins as Keith poured out the bag on their glass coffee table. Merope got to dividing the squares, using the tips of her long nails to touch the drug, so as not to absorb any through her skin. She placed Keith’s three tabs in front of him, in the shape of a small, cartoon heart.

“Are you ready, Babe?” Keith asked Merope as they both gathered up their doses. 

“Always.”

They stuck the tabs underneath their tongues and let them gather a strange film on them. For a little while, the two just experienced the feeling of this card-stock-like paper not dissolving but lingering under their tongues. It was almost like the paper was spicy, it pinched the different parts of Keith’s mouth.

It wasn’t long before the world became more interesting. Well, it felt long to both of them - but they supposed you never feel more sober than after your first dose. Nevertheless, in 40 minutes or less, the walls became brighter and the carpet became softer, the couch was bouncier and the ceilings lower - but also higher!

While Keith examined the walls for any more fallacies, the level of his understanding of the walls only diminished. They stretched and shrunk at astounding speeds, they bent and swirled, and even changed colours in certain spots. 

When he turned back around, Keith was pleasantly surprised to see Merope surrounded in multi-coloured flowers. They weren’t flowers, he quickly realised, for they were turning into birds. They took off around the room, zipping with beams of blue and yellow, followed by trails of piercing whistles. Merope was watching the same scene as Keith, just sitting on the couch instead of standing in the thick, shag carpet. 

As the time passed, Keith continued to perfect their room, investigating and making sure everything was safe, sound and perfect. Keith brought Merope blankets when she was cold, jumping on the couch with her and enjoying how soft her skin felt on his fingertips, and he held her up when she grew tired of the couch. 

Through their trip, Merope got in her head, passing out a few times in the first half of the trip - tears leaked out of her beautiful green eyes whether she knew they were or not. Finally, around four hours in, Keith could feel a tension snap in the room. Merope suddenly stood up with no issue and sighed very heavily. Before Keith could ask what had happened, someone else spoke. Or, rather, sang.

“Ooh, my life is yours - an’ I love you, Pretty, pretty gi-irl,” he sang, in a dry, brutal tone. Keith whipped around so fast he stumbled a bit, only to be caught by two boney arms. “Whew! Cool it, Jefrin. Lots of the Bone Daddy to go around.”

On top his head was a straw hat, with a huge brim, and a black, velvet hat band. He had a long, long white beard that reached past his knobby knees. And he had no skin, nor eyes, nor organs, nor blood. 

“What the fuck.” Keith jumped away from the skeleton, pulling Merope back with him. The skeleton smiled warmly and pulled a guitar from behind his back. 

He strummed a chord and focused his black eye-holes on the couple. “My name’s Cyrus. I’m your guide to your new world. Nothing’s staying the same, Jefrin, dig it?” Keith looked at Merope with a cocked eyebrow, only to see her smiling at the animated skeleton. “Your girlie here made me, with her mind. I’m made of her love, and a bit of yours too.”

Before Keith could even respond to this madness, Cyrus thrust his 6-string into Keith’s hands. Suddenly, all of his confusion was centred on where this guitar had come from. “I can’t play.”

“Then I’m here to teach you, Jef. Rip a chord, show me ‘n’ your girlie what swims through that head of yours.” Cyrus moseyed on over to the couch, plopping his bones amongst the green suede. 

For the rest of the night, Keith and Merope passed the guitar to and from, figuring out their own chords and notes. Cyrus taught them the occasional trick but it seemed like they both had been playing the guitar for years, despite never having picked one up.

The next day, 16 hours later, once they had emerged from deep slumber their come-down had put them in, Keith and his lover determined that The Box was a present. Merope makes their gift on the plane of consciousness they both will soon share, and Keith wraps it as beautifully as he can. The world outside of The Box was beautiful, but The Box held more beauty than any mind could fathom.

[carnelianwings]

I don’t usually do this but I have to say - Yu-yu’s new hybrid overDress/X-overDress deck at the start of this season is ... not that great. By which I mean “Kid’s deck is starting to look like a YGO protag’s, and I’m not sure I like that for what’s supposed to be the flagship deck of Standard”. (And I’m aware that I’m saying this as someone who’s also a fan of YGO Duel Monsters lol.)

The thing is this - Vanguard doesn’t usually make a deck too high roll-y and relies on a lot of 1-ofs in the deck to make combos work. Aichi’s deck in the original S1 suffered from this somewhat with all the seemingly 1-of G3s he ran in addition to the ever permanent 1-of G2 Blaster Blade, but even then his deck consistency improved over the seasons ... aside from the unspoken rule of 2011 Sendou Aichi Can Only Ever Run One G2 Blaster Blade. It’s arguably the one thing I consider an improvement for the 2018 reboot, in that he’s finally allowed to run Blaster Blade as a 4-of, like anyone would do for a card that’s a core component of his combo.

Which brings me back to Yu-yu’s deck for this new season of willDress.

(Putting the rest behind a cut because it’s going into spoilers of S2E1)

Following the basic deck building rules, we know for sure 16 cards out of Yu-yu’s deck of 50 cards must be his triggers, and 4 cards are for his Ride deck, leaving us with 30 remaining. Of those 30, if we were to assume “typical” deck building, that would mean 3 copies of Nirvana Jheva for Persona Ride, 4 copies of his Perfect Guard, and 4 copies of Trickstar, leaving us with 19 unknown cards. Here’s what’s shown on screen of those remaining 19:

Bilskil, Vils Vairina, Clad in Prayer (all in his opening hand - he runs at least 2 copies of Clad in Prayer as the second copy gets damage checked for Danji’s Turn 4 attack)

Bramahda (damage checked when he took Danji’s Turn 2 attack)

Galondight (played from hand on Yu-yu’s Turn 2)

Bram Vairina (discarded from hand for Ride on Turn 1/2, retrieved from Drop via Vils Vairina’s skill)

Vairina Arcs (damaged checked when he took Danji’s Turn 3 attack)

Stragallio (he runs at least 2 copies - 1 is searched out on Yu-yu’s Turn 3 when he Rides Nirvana Jheva over Reiyu, and a 2nd one gets damage checked for Danji’s Turn 4 attack)

Vairina Valiente (searched out via Stragallio’s skill)

Vairina (drive checked on Yu-yu’s Turn 3 attack)

Garou Vairina (used to guard Danji’s Turn 4 attack for a 1 to pass)

This puts us at another 13 cards known, leaving us with 6 unknown cards in his deck. Now you could argue that maybe he runs less copies of Jheva in the main deck, or that he doesn’t run 4 PGs (he runs at least 2 because he damage checks 2 of them) or that he only runs 2 Trickstars (but the deck would hard brick so badly without it) so he has more space but that doesn’t really make it better, as you’d be hampering the deck out of defensives and win cons just to make it work as a hybrid.

You’re probably thinking “Okay fine so Yu-yu probably runs a lot of one-ofs. That’s not a big deal”, and arguably, it isn’t, because the scriptwriters can do whatever they want to get his deck to pop off and get the desired result as the plot requires. As long as it’s a non-zero chance of it happening, the deck can work as scripted. And that’s true. It’s just I’ve always liked that the anime decks mostly worked irl as shown, and that each character’s deck didn’t feel like a case of 50 card highlander roulette (aside from them always getting their signature units), with the most egregious exception being 2011 Aichi as I mentioned in the beginning. That said, if we had an on screen character play Bermuda highlander, they’d get a pass from me, because that’s how the deck is designed to be played. Not so here with poor Yu-yu’s deck. If anything, I wonder how he managed to win with that deck at all, and his mental “Here it is!” when he uses Nirvana Jheva’s skill almost makes more sense in context now because, hey, he finally got his deck to pop off! ^^;;

I will give the scriptwriters/game designers this - conceptually, the deck is pretty cool. It’s got that same idea behind it as Aichi’s Majesty Lord Blaster deck, in that thematically, it’s a summary of Yu-yu’s growth as a character throughout the previous seasons. And that’s great; I love that they did that for him, as one of the other main “catchphrases” in Vanguard is that a cardfighter’s deck is a reflection of them. And to that end, the deck succeeds.

I just wish it didn’t make me want to grab Yu-yu by the shoulders and tell him to consult Tohya and Raika on how to build a more consistent deck. XD

[ae-neon]

Oddly enough I disagree with this take. Beron being against slavery but being an abuser is the closest sjm might have ever gotten to a genuine human being (in a figurative sense) Human nature is terribly contradictory.

TW: racism, rape

There were men in the Black Panther movement who actively targeted rape towards black women. And I'm pretty sure Hitler cared deeply for animals and was one of the first few leaders to advise citizens against smoking. Mahatma Gandhi freed millions if not billions from colonial violence but was creepy towards young girls and a racist.

Generally terrible people can do good things and people who generally do good can also be terrible.

Unfortunately it's almost 100% certain sjm was not intending for this nuance. Hell she had acotar Elon do the old "good people on both sides" not because it would be a character flaw for him but because she genuinely thought that was a legitimate statement and even tried to narratively back it up by framing Jurian as a villain lol.

In the case of Beron there's many reasons he (and others irl) might oppose slavery but still be generally terrible.

For example in the US the northern states were known to fight against slavery but did you know the state of Oregon fought against slavery because slavery would mean black people lived and worked in their state? Beron might have fought not to free humans but to oppose Hybernian control.

Many people fought against slavery because they don't believe in the right of men to own other men. But they do believe in the right of men to subjugate and oppress women. Beron might have no racial prejudice against humans, but believe in totalitarian authority over his own family or court.

Some people fought against slavery because they felt a religious obligation not because they particularly cared about the horror and injustice. Beron might be a religious person.

Some fought because their local authority told them to. Maybe the fight was passed down to him from the previous HL.

Here in South Africa the white Afrikaans were told by their church to go fight in Angola and conscripted by their government to do so. To this day we study poems and short stories in school about the PTSD the men received and how in the aftermath both church and state abandoned the ten of thousands of young boys who came back broken men. Poems and stories written by white Afrikaans men.

It's not for sympathy - they went to kill, they were an oppressive force and racially motivated - it's to warn all of us (but especially other young white men) about the glorification of war and the lies of propaganda. But it ends up humanising people who have done terrible things too for those of us that grew up not understanding why we didn't go to war to win our freedom.

[I have very complicated feelings towards this. South Africa is probably one of the only countries to undergo a "bloodless" revolution and that narrative was hugely important to our stability in the direct aftermath of Apartheid but the lack of "retaliation" has also left us with a deeply uneven society as well as people who will comfortably act like it's a thing of the past when our democracy is less than 30 years old!!!!!!!]

It's an uncomfortable truth but it's true that even terrible people are human and complex in nature. Beron (unintentionally) might just be an example of that.

Disclaimer: this isn't apologia, please don't misunderstand.

One of the things I found really strange is that Beron fought against slavery. Like, why?

I know, slavery is wrong, a fate worse than death and no one deserves to live like a slave, but Beron? Beron, who abuses his own wife. Beron, who doesn't care about his kids. Beron, who only cares about High fae.

Beron doesn't think that abusing his wife is bad, but he thinks slavery should be stopped? He doesn't care for his wife who is a High Fae, but he cares about humans? Humans who are seen by fae like nothing?

That just doesn't make sense.

[sanderchu]

Meeting up with Quackity after being long distance for so long and he just breaks down in your arms

-🕸

Together at last

Reader: gn!reader 

note: my friend edited this for me so expect that more often <33 (be nice- and just in case- its still my work please dont assume they just offered to help me out so i let them- saying this just in case ik how people r-)

Editor: @rayneywidows

all in big Q's pov

[writing] or hcs 

Long distance. Not the best type of relationship but definitely not the worst type. But, sadly you ended up getting a relationship. At first you didn't mind it, but the more you found out who your lover was the more you wished you could just hug them until death. You and quackity met via dsmp style almost like everyone else in the server. Also like everyone else you grew close with lore and just friendship style too. Once you finally planned, which took months by the way, you and quackity found a free week so he can finally see you in person. 

Quackity’s pov 

I look at my phone, ‘2:30’. What if y/n doesn’t show up? They do live on the other side of the world. I stand in the airport, watching the planes from outside as the sound of people echo in my ears. I feel a sense of panic run through me. Every second I was turning to their plan gate. I hear a scream of joy from someone, but only feel disappointment when that person goes to someone else. I don’t want to bother y/n with my nervous text, so I just decide to be a bit more patient with them. Instead i just take a seat and scroll on my phone a bit, (aka spamming my friends to help me out.)

‘4:30’ time flies by quickly. I am really about to give up, thinking y/n actually stood me up on our first irl meetup, but I just stay there hoping they will show up. That slowly starts to fade by each passing minute. Soon enough I just kinda give up… I stand up and start to walk out until, “Alex?” I turn my head around to see y/n. They look even better in person, finally I get to see them not behind a screen! I panic as my instincts take over, I immediately turn around to full body to hug them in my tight embrace. I feel them hug back just as tight, and I suddenly feel eyes start to water. I hold back my tears for the sake of not ruining the moment, and pull back. I take a quick glance at them before smashing my lips upon theirs. I feel myself practically melt as they follow after. I pull away, and notice the obvious in awe eyes around us. y/n looked at everyone but i held her face and faced her back to me. 

“Look at me, my eyes only matter right now <3”

[silverloreley]

One of the best things about DuTP is that it prompts me to look up the historical figures we meet in the stories. The downside is that I end up racking my head trying to figure out when some events took place exactly (because I’m terrible with remembering dates and numbers) and how old are the characters at the time of the story and so on. Sometimes it’s very easy, sometimes it’s not.

Case in point: The Perfect Storm. I found a few interesting things and I want to share, just in case someone wanted to write a fic on it or just out of curiosity.

First of all, I’m almost sure it took place in 1720 and I’ll tell you why.

Rackam’s mutiny happened in 1718 and his death, clearly addressed in the story as a recent event, was in 1720. Coincidentally, Mary Read died in 1721 (in real history she was part of Rackam’s crew, along with Anne Bonny) after being involved in the same trial as Rackam, at 31 years-old.

This lets us understand how old is Charles Vane when we see him in TPS. He’s supposed to be in his late 30s (almost 40, actually) as the story is set the year before he was executed! Also, he has been a captain on his own for mere 5 years at that point, meaning he got to his fame in less than 3 years. His bragging to Cordelia is sort-of moot because she rose to fame way faster than he did, lol. On the other hand, the age gap is huge!

We know the average age of marriage for women in 1700 was around 19 years-old, but it could go up to 25 (or down to 12, since the law allowed it). If we assume Cordelia’s parents didn’t have a rush to marry her off/ were looking for a good party/ allowed her time to grow, we could say she is around 23-24 at the time of the story, it sounds reasonable given the times. It also means she really is a kid compared to Vane, lol. This doesn’t mean I won’t ship them, I still ship them, especially because in DuTP Vane looks 35 at most but I’m willing to pull down his age further because, hey, that’s just a story! Also, with Cordelia involved, just like it happened with Queen Marie’s good endings, his execution won’t happen.

Sort of same with Keats, although he isn’t based on a real person (he shares his surname with the poet and that’s about it), as far as I found. Estabilishing Keats’ exact age is a bit more complex because without a set schooling system in place at the time we can’t be sure when he finished his official studies, plus, even if we knew, we aren’t given enough info on how much time passed between his graduation and the moment he decided to prove himself to the Royal Society through field research. Let’s say he’s in his late 20s/early 30s.

There existed an Admiral Hawke, actually two, in the British Army’s history, but both younger than Vane, one born in 1705 and another in 1726, so neither could have been his father, (although we can suspect of a brother with the same name? idk). The Admiral of the Royal Fleet from 1718 to 1733 was George Byng, in case you were wondering.

Thomas de Vere, as far as I found, was created specifically for the game’s plot. Same with Governor Hamilton (apparently there was never a governor named Hamilton in Jamaica). That, unless I didn’t look in the right places in my quick search, in which case I’ll be happy to be corrected.

In any case, those three (Hawke, de Vere and Hamilton) may be inspired by other historical figures but didn’t exist irl.

Anyway, since DuTP story world isn’t quite the same as ours, that it was estabilished ever since Queen Marie that the MC can and does change history and that some characters are different from their real life counterparts (in this case, to say one, Read has the same backstory up to a certain point, but was never in Rackam’s crew nor is pregnant during her adventures with us and actually seems to be still in mourning of her late husband and not have another lover, nor she knows personally Anne Bonny here), we can alter and play with ages and history as much as we want.

TL,DR: The Perfect Storm is likely set in 1720, where Read is 30 y-o, Vane is 40 y-o, Keats around 30-something, Cordelia is any age between 12 and 25 but most likely around 24. Governor Hamilton, Thomas de Vere and Admiral Hawke may be based on historical figures but not of that time/area and are more likely just characters.

[whyyoualwayssoradical]

Idk how much experience you may have with this but lately I've been thinking about how most men I know somehow can't clock transwomen as fast as I can and I'm wondering if male's like don't have as strong of a recognition of sex as women do? And maybe that's part of why a lot of transwomen think they pass when it's very obvious to us 🤔

personally i've been able to clock just about every trans person i've come across, either IRL or online just from something as small as a reddit post. most of them are pretty obvious. there's like probably 30-50 trans people at my work and i can clock all of them at first glance (there's two people I am unsure of) and only one of them knows i'm trans because i told one transman that i trust, when i told him he asked if i was transmale or transfemale.

from what i've experienced, males are atrocious at pattern recognition when it comes to people because they literally just have "man, boy (potential man), woman/girl" is how they categorize people it seems. i've heard radfems talk about how part of the reason males are worse at it might be because they don't need it to survive as much, but girls and women need to be able to accurately ID a male, in any circumstance, to survive in modern society.

for me, again personally, the only people that have really clocked me have been lesbians and gay men. most straight people seem to be completely clueless, more so men than women. i do claim i pass but when i say that i mean like in most everyday situations like going to the grocery store or to get food or something almost everyone will assume i'm a "woman" even though i'm not one. i definitely think there are plenty of women who have clocked me and just not said anything/played nice. i think any woman that spent any amount of time talking with me or hanging out with me would figure it out sooner or later, but i generally tell any close friends if we're actively talking/hanging out that much because i don't want to and don't mean to deceive them.

some anecdotes from personal experience:

i have been targeted by powerful men before because they, for some reason, legitimately thought i was female. a woman who "worked" for them also thought i was. that situation made me legit fear for my life.

the most common question i got asked at whole foods anytime i mentioned i didn't feel well, multiple women would ask if i was on my period, to which i would say just no it's just stomach cramps or w/e was making me feel crappy.

most women that do suspect me to be not what i appear usually think i'm non-binary or a transman if they ever want to ask anything.

i was disallowed from doing something at a different whole foods because they said it couldn't be a woman doing it if the other person was a man (overnights require min 2 people present). this rule miraculously disappeared after the pandemic hit and we didn't have the staff to do otherwise. i had volunteered to be the second person since i already came in early so it was no big deal to come in earlier, but they were like no it cant be a man and a woman if there's only 2 people.

this isn't me trying to say "oh i pass sooo much better" or anything like that, because i doubt i pass that particularly well but also at the same time i often struggle to make sense of what i do experience. i can't imagine this many people doing all of this just to validate me and i don't go around telling people i'm a woman, however my documentation all reflects "F". these experiences are generally why i will say i "pass" and also why i use the term "assimilated transsexual".

i think being bullied so much by boys and men plus getting into radical feminism drastically improved my human sex pattern recognition. i definitely used to not be as good at it as i am now. i can look at myself and pick out my male features fairly easily. i have had more androgynous features most of my life than anything else.

it does blow my mind when i see quite clearly men wearing makeup saying they pass and are hotter/sexier than women, because i feel like any look into the mirror would reveal otherwise... which the same could totally be said about me, maybe i look like a clown too and everyone is just nice to me who knows, but i almost never wear makeup, i've only worn it on special occasions and it's usually just eye makeup, nothing else.