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twistmusings · 2 years ago

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Hi! I’m new to making request so I’m sorry if it’s like, messy. I have seen like no Twst boysxChubby!Reader anywhere and as a chubby person I think their should be at least a few. So, I was wondering if I could get the First or second years,you can chose ofc,with a chubby partner! I don’t care if it’s fluff,nsfw or whatever I just feel like it would be cute :)

Ps: I absolutely love your writing and Jade on the last post,the tits,ass, or thighs post, made me so euphoric <3

No worries, it's not messy at all! Since I'm a little strapped for time I'm just gonna do the first years for now but I definitely have added the second years for down the line when I have the spoons because chubby partners are cute asf. 😤

If you want some more I've written a post with the tweels in the past with a chubby partner (nsfw) but I always love getting chubby!reader requests.

Fluffy headcanons for first years asking out a Chubby!Reader.

CW: Some mentions of internalized fat phobia on the part of Cater and Vil (in Ace and Epel's parts respectively.)

Ace Trappola

When Ace first started crushing on his partner, is was both cute and so annoying. Literally like puppy love at first, always wanting to be near them and his friends kept catching him staring at them. He would lose his focus on conversation the moment he saw them and more than a few times Riddle had to snap his fingers at him to get his attention back.

Truthfully he kind of had a crisis about it? He is the only one of the froshes who's really been in a relationship and it went badly and he's afraid of screwing up royally. He cares about them a lot and they're so cute and he, on the other hand, would be appropriately described as an "asshole". It was a lot of him screaming into his bedsheets and Deuce giving him a pat on the shoulder and saying "That's rough, buddy."

They gave him a hug once and he thought he was going to die. They were so soft and warm and he's pretty sure he went to heaven for a minute and he had to physically restrain himself from nuzzling up against them and asking to just stay the rest of the day.

They're nice to him and they take his jokes in stride. They're so fucking cute that he has to look away when their shirt rides up a bit during PE. Their laugh is the best sound he's ever heard and he keeps having intrusive thoughts about kissing them. It's like they're perfect. He refuses to admit he's in love with them, though, because he thinks back to that first relationship he had and... God he doesn't ever want to do that to them even accidentally.

Cater caught on to his crush and supported and teased him in equal measure. Though Cater called him a 'chubby chaser' (he didn't have ill intent, but it was definitely a not good joke as he realized in hindsight). Ace snapped and went off on him and if it weren't for some quick reflexes would have punched him in the nose. Ace and Cater both ended up collared by Riddle for the rest of the day, and when asked Ace brushes it off as being 'over something stupid'. He gets a but withdrawn afterward in his sulking because it's easier than admitting that he has feelings.

After nearly decking Cater, his seniors were well aware of his crush and after some discussion, Trey decides to step up and give some encouragement by cornering him in the kitchen.

"You're in love with them, aren't you?"

"Huh? Don't joke around about stuff like that Trey. You know I'm not like that..." Ace trails off as he rubs at the back of his neck, a miserable frown creasing his face.

"I don't think that's true."

"Well it is, so drop it."

"It's okay to be afraid of rejection, you know. Everyone is, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try it." Trey says, not looking up from the fruit that he's cutting.

"And what the hell do you know!? You're about as romantic as a box of rocks!" Ace's frustration rises, and he stands, already in fight mode. But Trey doesn't match his energy-- instead he glances up at Ace with a look that seems to see right through him and Ace ends up slumping back into the kitchen chair and resting both his hands on the back of his neck as he stares at the counter.

There's a long silence that's cut only by the sound of Trey's knife coring apples. Long enough that Trey begins to wonder if this was the wrong time to bring it up and Ace still needed more time.

But, eventually, with a heaving sigh, Ace continues.

"If I hurt them I wouldn't be able to forgive myself." He thunks his head down against the counter. Normally Trey might be more upset that he did since he just cleaned it, but he supposes he can let it slide. Just this once.

"Do you want to hurt them?"

"What? Of course not!"

"So, what's the issue? Are you afraid you won't be able to communicate well? Or that they won't like you back?" Ace grunts, shrugging. Trey takes it to mean both. "You know you can learn to communicate if you try. You're doing it right now."

Ace responds with another sigh.

"Do you trust them?" Trey asks.

Ace lifts his head enough to glare at him.

"Answer the question, Ace. Do you trust them?"

"Yes. Of course I trust them. They're like one of my best friends."

"So why are you holding yourself back? I doubt they're going to hold it against you if you have feelings for them."

There is another long silence, and eventually Ace stands, the scrape of chair legs the only thing signaling his exit as he turns to leave.

Ace ruminates on it for a while, and is encouraged by the others in his dorm too. And Floyd and Jamil. And professor Crewel. (THAT one was embarrassing.)

Eventually he manages to work up the nerve to try asking them out. He has a plan for it: he's going to pull them aside at lunch and ask if they want to go get food with him off campus. (Thanks, Crewel.) After that maybe they could get a slice of cake or ice cream or something and he could ask them out there. Then, he could get them a cute little gift or something and they would be dating before the day was out.... Hopefully.

It all goes to hell immediately. Apparently, since his lesson had run over, they had already gotten lunch and were sitting with everyone. Deuce shoots him a sympathetic look from across the table. Not to mention Grim was being a menace. He gets his food and sits next to them, but his appetite is ruined so he just lets Grim steal his lunch and lays his head down on the table. When they ask if he's alright, he just silently shakes his head where it rests on his crossed arms.

He goes through the rest of his classes and his club meeting in a terrible mood. He, Deuce and them had already planned to hang out for a study group after clubs today and he's dreading it.

He still meets up with the two of them, but his mood is so low he barely speaks. Eventually he says he's not feeling it and says he's just going to head back to the dorms.

MC catches up to him, though, and asks him if they can talk. He catches Deuce from where he stands down the road giving him a thumbs up and nodding his head. He's never quite wanted to strangle him as much as he did in that moment. Clearly he wasn't in the mood for this.

They ask him if he's okay again. He grunts, but then they ask him to please not shut them out. They tell him he's been acting distant and they can't tell if they've done anything wrong, and Ace's heart breaks a little hearing them say that to him. He's been kind of a terrible friend, hasn't he... Well, Trey said he should learn to communicate, and there's no way he's going to dig this hole deeper, right?

"You didn't do anything wrong. I've just been in a bad mood lately." Ace inwardly cringes at the slight lie. It doesn't feel good to be untruthful with them, but he's scared.

"Really? Because you have been avoiding me."

Ace winces, outwardly this time. They seem to immediately get more upset, and Ace can already feel his gut starting to drop. God he fucking sucks at this emotions stuff!

"It's not you. I'm... Going through something right now and it's not going well."

"So you can talk to Deuce about it but not me? He specifically told me I should talk to you because he thought I was the one causing the problem."

Ace is going to kill him. He gapes at them a little, trying to grasp for words, but they cut him off.

"Look, if it's something you can't tell me that's fine--" it's clearly not fine, they're upset and he desperately wants to fix it. "-- but at least don't shut me out entirely. Please? I want to help you, Ace."

"It's not that I can't tell you, I'm just..." God, what words is he supposed to use? Now they look sad and angry and he's floundering.

"You're just what, Ace? Because I'm really starting to think you're lying to me to get out of this conversa--"

"I've been trying to figure out a way to ask you out, alright!?" He spits in a moment of blind panic, just wanting to stop the escalation of this. He doesn't want this to be a fight, but once he realizes what he said he claps a hand over his mouth, eyes widening and face already starting to go red. How fucking embarassing.

They're staring at him silently, and he's quickly adding Trey's name to the list of people he's going to throw hands with the moment he stops mourning this situation.

"You're kidding right?" God that's the worst thing he's ever heard them say.

"I... No." Ace wishes he could shrink into the ground right now. "I like you."

They start laughing and the humiliation is going to kill him. He wants to turn and start walking and only stop once he's under the sea. His face burns.

"Oh my god, Ace, you suck at this." They're still laughing, but before he actually can tuck his tail between his legs and run, they grab him by the wrist and pull him into a tight hug. He's getting very mixed signals, all of a sudden. And now he's trapped.

In spite of it all, he still wants to pull them closer. As if they can read his mind, they squeeze him tighter. He gives up his hopes of escape, and he wants to hide, so he hides his face against their shoulder.

"Of course I'll go out with you, Ace." They say, finally, now that their laughing has ebbed enough. Ace jerks his head up from their shoulder, giving them a wide-eyed, owlish look.

"Wh-- Why'd you start laughing!?" He sputters, pouting. He's relieved and nervous in a new way, now, but he can hardly believe what he's hearing.

"Because the last time I tried to ask you out, you invited Deuce to our study date." They smirk at him.

"You-- well, I-- it's--"

"And the time before that you--"

He stops them by clasping a hand over their mouth, already seeing where this is going. He can feel their grin by the rise in their cheeks and the way their eyes crinkle and glitter with mischief.

"I get it, alright? I'm an idiot. Give me a break, I've already heard it from, like, eight people this week." He sighs, and finally he lets himself do something he's wanted to do for so long. His hand that was covering their mouth shifts to cup the soft slope of their jawline and he leans in to kiss them-- fucking finally!!-- his thumb gliding along their cheek to feel how soft they are. They meet him halfway, and their lips feel so nice against his.

It's quick and chaste, but it's a promise of more. Ace's face still feels hot as he leans their foreheads together. He hears a distant cheer from Deuce.

Finally, he laughs, and says:

"You know if you let me go kick his ass, it could still be a study date."

Deuce Spade

Deuce doesn't even realize he's developing a crush until he starts to find himself getting a little flustered when he tries to talk to them. His words keep coming out wrong, and when they start to laugh and gently correct him his heart starts pounding in his chest. Oh god, is he dying? He's pretty sure he's dying.

It isn't until Ace pokes fun at him one day that he realizes Oh. He's not dying, he's just got a crush on them.

"Deuce, seriously, if you stare at them any harder you're going to burn a hole in the back of their head." Ace snorts, flicking Deuce's arm with his finger rather roughly. It makes Deuce jump, apparently not having heard any of what he said.

"Huh!?" Deuce practically barks it, looking at him with wide eyes as if he'd been entirely unaware of him the entire time. Ace sighs, shaking his head.

"Your crush is getting out of hand. You never even listen to me when they're around. Talk about single-minded..."

"Crush?" Deuce repeats, brows furrowing. "They're not my... not my... oh. Oh. They are aren't they?" There's a litany of emotions that cross his face in those few moments, and Ace simply stares at him like he's dumb.

"You're joking right? You seriously didn't realize you have a huge crush on them? Even you're not that dense!"

Deuce looks back at him, this time wide-eyed with panic, like he's looking at him for answers.

"What... do I do?"

"Huh? What do you mean what do you do? How should I know?"

"Well you've dated someone before. What did you do?"

"I asked them out. And we all know how peachy that turned out." Ace grumbles. "Seriously, I can't help you with this one, bud."

Deuce asks Trey if he can help him to learn how to make some simple sweets so he can bring some over to them. Of course Trey catches on that he might be feeling something for them, so he tries not to rib too hard.

He goes out of his way to include them in things if he can. If he's going out for a morning run, they're invited if they want to. Or, if he's staying in and studying and then watching a movie, they're invited to that too. He's not nearly as bad as Ace at inviting other people along on their 'dates' but there are definitely a few that Ace jumps in on simply by virtue of being his roommate. He's a little more touchy that he used to be, often letting them lay against his shoulder or across his stomach if they're super vegged out.

He has a really hard time actually asking them to date him, though. He just can't ever seem to get the words to come out how he wants them to, and whenever he starts thinking about it he trips on his words and can't quite get them out.

Eventually, he makes a plan on the advice of his mother.

All he tells them is that they will need to dress nicely. Of course, he ends up helping them look for something that will suit them. They seem to be so much more picky than he is, though, because he really thinks they look pretty amazing in everything. They have such nice figure, how could they ever look bad in anything. It takes a while but they seem to find something they like and Deuce feels a little short of breath at how well it accentuates their soft curves. God, is he blushing?

He gives them a date and time and says it's a surprise... and it certainly is quite the surprise.

They smooth out their outfit one final time as they stand up to answer the knock at their door. No sooner do they open it than they have a bouquet thrust toward them.

They jump, and they follow the arm up to where Deuce's face is, pouting slightly and looking away from them with a brilliant red blush tinting his skin. They can't help but to laugh, and Deuce's head whips toward them, looking a little mortified. Before he can run, they wrap their hand around the one holding the bouquet.

"Are you taking me to prom?" They ask, grinning. Deuce opens his mouth but only ends up sputtering ineffectively for several seconds. They wait patiently, and when they see he's frustrated to the point of giving up, they nod their head encouragingly. Deuce sucks in a large breath and begins again, slowly.

"I... I wanted to ask if you would go out with me?" he manages this time, almost painfully earnest.

"Of course Deuce... Uh... forgive me for assuming but... I kind of thought we already were?"

There is a long, long silence.

"HUH?!" Deuce, once again, barks.

As it turns out, him asking them for "study dates" was what had made them assume they were already together. Except he calls them study dates with everyone..... does he have to clear things up with Ace now, too!? (He doesn't, Ace is well aware of what he meant.)

He is super giddy but also extremely flustered. Even so, dinner is nice, and they end up falling asleep curled up together on the couch after watching a movie. Their head is on his chest and Deuce had wrapped a protective arm around them in his sleep.

Jack Howl

Jack starts to realize that he's developing a crush during PE. They are on the same team and he notices how protective he feels over them when he see someone charge at them or them come too close to getting hit by a spelldrive disc. He has never had those sort of feelings for someone outside of his own family, and he realizes almost immediately that it probably means there's something more there.

He has asked his parents and grandparents about what it felt like when they met each other, and they had described a similar feeling. This was a tricky situation, though, because it was super rare for wolf beastmen to develop feelings and rarer for it to be a sign of a true bond. There's a big significance to it since wolf beastmen are largely monogamous and mate for life.

He doesn't ask his parents what to do about it because he thinks it would work them up, not to mention how embarrassing it would be for them to try and talk to him about romance. And he can't really ask anyone else his age-- the only other freshman who's dated has been Ace and he doesn't think he wants his advice on a relationship... So he asks the only other person he can think of.

Jack can see his breath on the air as he jogs, the air is incredibly crisp and refreshingly cold this morning. He sighs, and he suspects that's what prompts what happens next.

"Something on your mind, Jack?" Vil asks, glancing briefly over his shoulder as he keeps the comfortable pace of his run, his ponytail swaying with each movement. "You've been more quiet than you usually are this morning."

Jack grunts.

"First of all, I'm not quiet." Jack protests, and Vil laughs easily at that. Rude. "And it's not... something I really know how to talk about. I don't think you'd know what to do anyway."

"You could give it a shot, you know. I'm more wise than I look." Vil says mirthfully. Jack appreciates that he's gotten better at picking up on his particular brand of bluntness, but he could really do without the teasing that has taken the place of his offence.

"I think I might be in love."

Jack nearly plows into the back of Vil as he stops short. Ah. Right. He's nosy. Jack should have known, honestly.

"With who?"

"MC." Vil clicks his tongue in response and Jack has no idea what that's supposed to mean. Vil turns, examining him carefully, a manicured eyebrow raised, crossing his arms and tapping his fingers against his own bicep considering.

"I could see it." He hums.

"... That's all?"

"Well, what were you hoping I'd tell you?"

"... How to go about this? Or what you think, I suppose." Jack huffs, rubbing at the back of his neck and looking away. "I was hoping you'd know more about how to handle this than I do."

"Well, unfortunately for you, I'm not all that well versed in dating." Vil hums, but before Jack can sink too low into disappointment, he continues. "But I can tell you what I know from other people."

"Alright."

"I've heard it's best to just be upfront about it. Direct, even. That way there's not questioning your intentions and you don't end up dancing around each other."

"You think I should just... ask to date them?"

"You're trying to figure out if you think this is something that will last, right?"

"Yes."

"Then it can't hurt anything to try, right? There's no beastman rule that says you have to get it 100% right the first time, at least as far as I know. You can still experiment and see if it works out. The worst that could happen would be that things don't work out."

Jack is... a pretty direct person, so he can't really find a reason not to just be direct like Vil suggested. Of course, he knows that his version of direct might be a little much-- there's a time and place for everything.

He decides to wait until they are together alone... which is easier said than done when they're always with a variety of the freshmen. It takes a couple of weeks and he has to sneak it in while the others are distracted, but he sees his opportunity and he takes it.

"MC." Jack calls.

They stop, letting Ace and Deuce to charge forward in their own little world-- in an apparent competition to see who can find something the fastest. It's silly, and Jack wasn't paying attention to them. Hadn't been since they'd gotten into the library.

"I've been meaning to ask you." Jack takes a deep breath, feeling the way his chest knots nervously as he tries to push through it to say what he wants to say.

"Are you ok?"

"I was wondering if you would like to try dating." He says, finally able to get it out of his mouth and into the air.

They give him a shocked look, and their face twinges a little red. Jack doesn't look away, needing to know the answer in spite of the urge to look away.

"Us?"

"Yes."

"Oh. Yes, of course I'd be interested in taking a shot at dating you, Jack." They smile rather shyly. Jack can't help himself, feeling his mouth curl up into a smile and his tail wagging at his back. "Like... today? Did you want this to be a date."

"I was thinking we could get dinner--" Jack is cut off by the sound of a loud crash, and then Ace and Deuce bickering. Sensing they were imminently about to be thrown out of the library, he corrects himself. "I was thinking we could get dinner alone, with just the two of us. Maybe this weekend?"

They smile at him and nod.

"Sounds great."

Epel Felmier

Epel has never really been much of a romantic. Sure, he conceptually knows what people want out of a relationship-- what is ideally romantic. But that's never really been his idea of romance-- he's always just wanted to have someone who looked at him and saw him the way that he wanted to be seen. Sure, he might be learning how to use his cuteness as a weapon, but that doesn't mean he doesn't still want to be perceived as being strong and capable. So, when they do exactly that, he really doesn't find it hard at all to accept his crush.

Epel also thinks they're super attractive. To be quite honest, he's never really found people who were super thin attractive, and he thinks them being chubby suits them so well. It makes them look healthy and strong. Sometimes he (embarrassingly) catches himself staring at them.

With as observant as Vil and Rook are, it takes practically no time for them to pick up on his crush. Vil makes it known that he finds them to be pretty plain, honestly, and he makes an offhand remark criticizing their lifestyle.

"It's really a shame-- it seems like they probably indulge too much. They have such potential to look amazing."

Epel moves before he can even think beyond the blind rage he feels. Epel has never, ever managed to get the upper hand on Vil in a magic fight one on one, but...

His right hook collides solidly with Vil, sending him reeling backward as he reaches up to clutch at his cheek. It's far from his usual grace as he stumbles and lands on his rump, looking up at Epel with shock.

"You shut your mouth." Epel says it so coldly that Vil looks taken aback all over again, eyebrows arching toward his hair line as he rubs at the place where Epel made contact with his face. "I don't ever wanna hear you say nothin' about their lifestyle ever again. I'll deal with you sayin' whatever you want to say about me but you leave them out of this. Nobody asked fer your goddamned opinion anyway and not everyone wants to look as twiggy as you do anyway."

Epel takes another, single step toward Vil, fist already clenched to swing again as he seethes with rage. Were Rook not quick on his feet, it would have likely continued to escalate. Instead, Rook catches Epel under both arms and bodily pulls him back.

"Monsieur Poison Apple, compose yourself!" Despite Rook's hold on him, he jerks against him like he's been possessed with the spirit of a badger. It's not until he is fully dragged out of the room and away that he seems to calm down, and all the while Vil sits on the ground in stunned silence.

Of course, things get a little strained between Vil and Epel for a while after that. Moreso than usual, even. However, Vil would eventually realize he has been the one in the wrong in the situation, and will apologize. Likewise, Epel will apologize for throwing a punch. They do manage to smooth things over, but they don't talk about the crush much beyond that-- likely because Vil is concerned that he might accidentally push some buttons without meaning to.

Epel ends up getting them tickets to see a new movie when it releases and also manages to get permission to do so off campus in one of the small town districts of Sage's Island. He invites them to go along and plans to ask them to be his significant other after the movie during a nice stroll along one of the beaches of Sage's Island.

Vil and Rook might not talk to him or give him unsolicited advice, but they cannot in good conscience let him wear what he was going to wear on the date. Absolutely not, he looked like he was ready to plow a farm field. Instead they managed to dress him up pretty smartly in a nice suit jacket and slacks that are cut to make him look taller than he is. Epel feels a bit like he's being fussed over for school picture day the entire time, though.

"You can see the moon reflecting on the water it's so calm."

"Yep. I think it's my favorite part of the island." Epel admits, as he watches them look out over the water. He isn't sure which one of them instigated it, but at some point they linked hands and haven't seemed to find it in them to drop them yet. It's nice. Pretty and quiet out, and he hopes that they're as relaxed as he is. "I wanted to ask you..."

"Mm?" They glance back at him, their smile bright.

"I... was thinking maybe we should try... us. Being together." They stop short, blinking at him.

"Are you asking me out?"

Epel flushes, but he laughs regardless.

"I think I already did, didn't I?" He feels his nerves twist a little bit, but they're smiling at him and it's what he's holding on to. "What do you say?"

"Yes, of course. What do you take me for?" They say, and then grin at him like it's a challenge, and Epel can't help but to feel like he's falling a little more in love with them from the sight alone.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek could never ever understand what his mother saw in his father, and didn't think he ever would until one day, surprise, you're in love with a human, Sebek. They had somehow managed to worm their way into his heart our of sheer obstinance alone. He'd never quite met someone other than Master Malleus or Master Lilia that commanded quite so much power over him-- that they would speak and he would shut up and listen. That he admired so thoroughly.

His other dormmates pick up on it instantly. As does anyone else remotely familiar with Sebek. He doesn't act like a braggart around them, and he doesn't even talk exclusively about Malleus around them. It's a very easy thing to pick up on.

Lilia starts ruminating about young love aloud during a meal one day, and Sebek praises his wisdom... but also admits that he's confused why the subject even came up.

Silence. Sebek watches Lilia's eyes widen, then glances to Silver to see him giving him a similar owlish look. Had he said something wrong?

When he sees Malleus is also giving him that same look, he can't help but to feel himself starting to blush, shame starting to creep in from his apparent social faux pas.

"I... apologize." He hesitates shrinking into himself ever so slightly, still not truly knowing what he's said wrong. It seems to be what breaks Lilia, and he starts laughing. Hard. It takes him several seconds of agonizing embarrassment on Sebek's part before he manages to calm himself enough to speak.

"No, Sebek..." Lilia smiles fondly, dabbing a tear from the corner of his eye. "It was about you. You're in love with them."

It washes over him like a rush of cold water.

"I'm WHAT!?" His volume skyrockets, making Malleus and Silver wince slightly.

It becomes a whole crisis for him. After all, he's spent his whole like knowing that he was better than humans, and that his mother was a fool for falling in love with his father when she could have had any fae she wanted with as strong as she was. And... now here he is, suddenly realizing he's harboring feelings for a human.

Initially he tries to force it out of his head. Not thinking about it at all was surely the most rational course of action. It would only really serve to frustrate him because he kept thinking about them. Thinking about how they would command his attention so easily-- about how they looked amazing when they would dress up and how it would command respect-- how they had those stupid, perfect, kissable lips and if he was any weaker a man he would be cursing Lilia for making him realize it. He hadn't thought about kissing them before, and now he can't seem to get the thought out of his mind.

His second approach is to let himself indulge in thoughts... and thoughts alone. It won't hurt anyone if he just thinks about them and his pride can remain intact. Or... well, it remains intact until he catches himself laying on his stomach and kicking his legs in the air like a schoolgirl while he imagines what it must be like to hold them in his arms. Embarrassing. Utterly devastating.

When there is nothing else he can think to do himself to avoid or ignore it... he decides to use his secret last resort.

"... Master Lilia, what should I do if I'm in love with them?" Sebek hangs his head as he says it through gritted teeth.

"You're still hung up on that?" Lilia asks haltingly, as if he hadn't been the person to bring it to Sebek's attention to begin with! "You shouldn't sound so unappreciative, Sebek. Love is a wonderful thing."

"Yes but--" Sebek sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face as Lilia watches him search for his words. It's rare to see him so flustered as this. "They're... they're a human."

"Yep. Sure as the sky is blue and that Malleus loves ice cream. And?"

"And??"

"What about it? Does that change how you feel?"

"... No... Should it?" Lilia tuts at him, crossing to where he's seated and resting a hand on either side of his chin and encouraging him to look up at him. Sebek doesn't want to, but complies anyway because he can't find it in himself to refuse Master Lilia, not when he's already being so gracious.

"Sebek. You need to let go of those antiquated ideas. Life is too short. For us and for humans." It's scolding, but it's gentle. Somehow, Sebek still feels like he wants to cry. "If you are in love with them, and it's not hurting anyone, then be in love with them. I think you should give it your all to chase what makes you happiest."

After Lilia's pep-talk, Sebek vows with renewed enthusiasm that he's going to change his approach. This time... he wants them. He wants to tackle the hurdles to see where this road with the human is leading. And it all starts with a declaration!

"Sebek... I... Please!" They are bright red, and they are hiding their face in their hands and the collar of their uniform the best they can. There are a few snickers from throughout the hall, and quite a crowd is starting to gather. Sebek doesn't pay it any mind, instead singing their praises as he recites the poem he made for them the night before.

"And you have eyes that could rival the king of Briar Valley himself!"

"God..." He's so loud, and they really, really don't have the heart to tell him that the poem is the single cringiest thing that they have ever heard in their lives. "Sebek!"

Ace and Deuce are standing behind them, barely containing their laughter. They hear Ace repeat a line to Deuce in a mocking tone under his break and the barely restrained snort that leaves Deuce. Traitors. Both of them.

"And you have lips that--"

"That's enough!" They yelp, and in a moment of panic, they shut him up the only way that they can think to-- by hauling up by the lapels of his uniform jacket and kissing him. Sebek is cut-off mid-sentence, but his eyes flutter closed. It's more gentle than they ever expected he could be, softly returning the kiss as he lifts his hands to rest on each of their elbows. They linger for several seconds, long enough that they're sure he's no longer going to keep reciting godawful poetry at them, and then they let him go. He looks dazed and giddy in equal measure as he opens his eyes again, a deeply pleased smile gracing his features. "Yes, I will go out with you. Please just... just stop doing all of that. It's kind of embarrassing with everyone here."

Sebek blinks at them a bit lost, and then looks around, only now seeming to notice the crowd that had formed around the two of them. He frowns deeply, shooting a sharp glare at those in his immediate gaze.

"Alright, that's enough, there's nothing to see here." He grouses, and ah there's the Sebek that everyone knows. Thankfully him being so forceful seems to encourage them to scatter. The only one who remains is Lilia, who is standing there, beaming like a proud father. He claps, delightedly.

"Wonderful show, Sebek."

God, what were they getting themself into?

#twisted wonderland #twst #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #romance #fluff #so I hope this is alright!#I went so hard for Ace's when I first started writing that so this whole thing took an age #I wanted to make them all have good quality and feel like they flowed well #long af tho #I realize there's not a ton of actual like... reference to the reader being chubby #I am also chubby and I usually just typically dont describe bodies in depth when writing so anyone can relate.#chubby!reader

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If I had to rank them for myself it'd go potential cursed read ahead but I spent too much time typing this out to not post it. 8. Tomas I am anti old/nerd/6head when it comes to fictional characters plus he has little if any redeeming qualities that'd make him enjoyable. Can barely tolerate him as a person why should I have him in my bed? (And no I'm not talking about Solon this is Tomas slander) 7. Hanneman, old and a noble (we eat the rich here sir) like his dynamic with Maneula (best girl) but little else

6. Alois, man is insufferable off the battlefield imagine how fuckin' cheesy he'd be in the sack your honor, nothing against him but like, we both can do better. 5. Jeralt, old as fuck and is starting to show it, I fail to see the appeal this man has in anything he does bastard couldn't even teach his kid jack about anything, honestly I don't understand his appeal, sue me. (Credit where it's due I'm glad his design TRIES to match his actual age unlike most of the 100+ years characters in FE) 4. Jeritza this one is the toughest and I very much welcome criticism but I'm not sure if it'd be better if he took the mask off or kept it on and that uncertainty bothers me, plus he seems more experienced with the battlefield than the bedroom if you catch my meaning (can't judge but the point stands) Might be different if he lets his hair down fr. 3/2. Aelfric and Byleth are interchangeable to me, they aren't girlypop per se but they have a certain charm as if they were, it would def. be hotter if Byleth was just as stoic during the act if you ask me and Aelfric sees little to no action he'd be a mess I'd wager opposite ends of the spectrum both equally enjoyable would smash. 1. Seteth, what can I say about Seteth that hasn't already been said? better DILF than Jeralt, better body (thanks Nabatean biology) TITS, the actual least age appropriate man but we don't talk about that nice change of pace from characters like him if we were talking about it though, he has an allure to him I can't quite place someone more articulate than I could probably voice it but I shall leave my marvel at it where it is.

Hello fellow faithful followers of our Lady Seiros, I have a matter of paramount importance to the church

I don't want the one you like the most, I want the one you'd fuck.

#I voted seteth for obvious reasons #4 of them are EASY no brain would never fuck #I love how cringefail Aelfric is though #dude lost to the least age appropriate man in Fodlan #I guess technically Seteth is worse but like it's not like he went and dicked sitri down #look all I'm saying is Aelfric is top 4 FOR ME #definitely did not expect to type that all out my b.#long post

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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Y/n and either Ushijima, Suna or Sugawara ((I couldn’t decide so you pick 😫)) put paint on themselves and then fuck on a canvas to hang up in there house. Nobody would ever know that the art they were just admiring was made by Y/n and him having seggs 😂😂

✨Puppy🤩

i’m gonna do Toshi and Rin because i couldn’t think of something for suga, if i do i might post something for him bc i really like the prompt lol

ushijima wakatoshi <3

at times he hated the fact the collage required him to take an art class. he was there on a full scholarship for volleyball, not art.

most of the time he didn’t care all that much, he could draw and use the class pastels for an hour two days a week. and he was no Picasso but he was passing so that was all he could ask for.

well that’s what he thought until about an hour ago when he remembered that his midterm, what will be 40% of his semester grade, was due in the morning. it was fairly open, only had a few restrictions, it had to be on a 36’x48’ canvas and must have a single medium, he chose paint because it seemed easy at the time.

well now he was sitting in front on the white canvas, mind completely void of creative inspiration, and he had practice in two hours. making things about one-thousand times worse was that his social media was full of women painting their nudes, a trend he knew you had tried.

“toshi? you’ve been sitting there for forty-five minutes, are you ok?”

the idea hit him like a truck, his teacher said they could do whatever they wanted and that’s what he was going to do.

“y/n? will you help me out for a few minutes?” he inquired, drawing your body into the room.

you never really knew what ushijima was thinking, his stone cold facade didn’t spare you in times like this. though you could see the burning in his eyes as he waved you over where he had gotten sky blue and violet cans of paint.

without a word, you watched had he began to tug your sweats down your legs.

“whoa! what are you doing?” he just picked up some of the paint before looking up to you.

“i’m going to fuck you on it.” his stated as if he was talking about ordering lunch. not waiting for your reply he smeared the blue onto the front of your thighs along your full legs.

“take of your shirt.” doing what he said he immediately began rubbing the paint onto your stomach, throughly coating your breasts, twisting your nipples and the skin underneath, all the way up to the base of your neck.

he turn you by your waist, pressing your body to the canvas that was hanging along the wall.

you would ask him if this was appropriate, but you didn’t have a chance before he was opening your folds and pushing his tip int your cunt.

“you’re wet already? all i’ve done was put paint on you, are you that much of an unstable whore?” his words and how unfazed he sounded sent another wave of heat down your walls. snapping his hips to your sent you furthers into the now colors portion of your art.

“toshi, not— not to hard-“ a smack to your ass accompanied with a harsh thrust your your cervix shut you up.

his dick was carving its was into your walls, you’d been dating for years but he made you feel like a virgin.

you were never out that the weight of his thrusts would rip the canvas, you worries thrown from your mind as his dick hit the sweet spot in your depths, squirting your cum into his thighs. halting his thrusts you felt a cold, wet substance drip over you back. you felt the pads of his fingers rub it all over your back before moving his hands to your hips, giving you a glimpse of the blue coating his palms.

“you don’t think we’re done do you?” he mocked, pulling you off his for a split second before pressing your back to your masterpiece, the blue joining your mess of purple, “i haven’t cum yet so out painting is not completed.”

suna rintarou <3

“there you go messy slut! go ahead rub those pretty tits on the board,” suna’s mocking words were accompanied with a flick of your clit, “you want everyone to know what we did on this don’t you?”

he had brought up the idea after seeing something like it on instagram, but he really just wanted physical proof that he was the best fuck you’ll ever get.

“rin-ri- i, please!”

“oh baby, this is going to look so pretty. i’m gonna hang it in our living room so everyone can see it! they’ll have no idea but whenever you see it you’ll remember how i fucked you dumb.” he sneered, pushing your torso further into the canvas.

his cock plunged in and out of your hole garnered with the wet slaps of skin. grabbing your hair to pull your head back he forced you to look at him as you came around his cock, him following in suit.

•••

“that’s a really cool painting where’d y’all get it?”

oh aran, why did you have to ask in a room full of people? you had decorations handing all around your house and he asks about the one thing you can’t explain without stuttering.

“me and y/n made it together, right? it was so much fun.” suna chimed from across the room where he was speaking with kita and osamu.

“yeah honey, we did!” you smiled, faking a laugh while observing the multiple disruption in the paint from where you had dropped wetness onto the board.

•

tags: @bakugos-cumsock

#ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijima smut #ushijima x reader smut #ushijima wakatoshi x reader smut #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna smut #suna x reader smut #suna x reader #suna rinatro #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader

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drunkenskunk · 2 months ago

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@maddyaddy brings up a pretty good point, and highlights that "manageable" was probably the wrong word to use here. In my defense: I was pretty high on painkillers at the time.

(Also I genuinely forgot about the War of the Beast)

With the benefit of hindsight and sobriety (I am currently at the Day Job, after all) I think a much better and more appropriate phrase/idea for what I was trying to convey is that those things are all "known quantities."

Like, sure, things would get very bad at times, either due to things genuinely being horrible or made worse due to the Imperium's own incompetence. The War of the Beast, the Age of Apostasy, the 12 other Black Crusades before the 13th, the...

... actually, now I think of it, was there any major Imperium/Eldar conflict post Eye of Terror? I genuinely can't remember if there is one or not.

The point I was trying to make, I guess: for just under 10,000 years, the Imperium dealt with things it knew about and had context for. The Orks, no matter how bad or how big a WAAAGH! gets, are a known quantity. The forces of Chaos, Traitor Legions, renegade chapters, and regular people rebelling because the Imperium is a totalitarian xenophobic theocratic hellhole of a fascist state; these are known quantities. Even the Eldar, from Craftworld to Exodites to Dark Eldar to Corsairs to Harlequins... they are a known quantity under the blanket heading of "Eldar," since most of the Imperium of Man probably wouldn't know or care about the vast differences between those groups. Hell, they probably don't know or care about the various cultural differences between different Craftworlds; they're creepy, cryptic, mysterious space elves. And while you may not know their motives, the Eldar themselves are a known quantity.

And then, in a relatively short time period (at least comparatively, on a scale of thousands of years) a whole bunch of new threats and dangers emerge, seemingly put of nowhere, for which the Imperium has absolutely no context. And, at the same time, all the stuff it does have context for seems to be getting significantly worse than it's been in thousands of years, and all of this happening all at at once.

It's like... imagine you're spinning several plates, right? It's difficult, and it takes you a very long time to get the hang of it, but eventually, you fall into a rhythm. And even though it looks like you're going to slip several times, you somehow manage to keep going by the skin of your teeth. And then, without any warning, you're asked to spin twice as many plates as before, and also these new plates are on fire, and you're also being shot at, while at the same time an earthquake hits and the house you're standing in is about to be eaten by a swarm of angry locusts.

Don't misunderstand, I'm not trying to give the Imperium any credit here. They're a totalitarian xenophobic theocratic hellhole of a fascist state as I said before, and they suck. But it does kind of feel like it makes sense, given all of that, why everything has gone tits up so quickly. Even if they weren't a totalitarian etc etc, I feel like all that shit happening all at once would cause significant problems.

Then again, if the Imperium wasn't as terrible as it is, we'd have no setting, and a decent chunk of those problems wouldn't actually be problems.

Maybe.

I dunno, I'm just some asshole on the internet who spends way too much time thinking about 40k, because I got the Warhammer Autism instead of the Good At Math Autism lmfao

So, I'm laying in bed, waiting for the painkillers to kick in, with an ice pack strapped to my knee, and I'm letting my mind wander. And I'm thinking about Warhammer 40k, because of course I am, this is what I do when I'm bored and in pain.

While laying here, I got to thinking: when were the first "official" conflicts between humanity and the all the other Xenos factions? So I'm just delirious enough to be like "let's figure this shit out."

And I'm already needing to start off with a mulligan, because the Orks, the Eldar, and the daemons of Chaos have always been ubiquitous in the Warhammer galaxy ever since humanity first walked upright, so trying to pin down "first contact conflict" is a mugs game. It would all be pre-Dark Age of Technology. Who the fuck knows for sure.

So who else is there: in terms of "major" Xenos factions (that is: armies with a codex), we got the Tyranids, the Tau, the Necrons, and the Leagues of Votann. Which is less than I hoped, but about what I expected for James "SPESS MEHREEN" Workshep.

So: the Tyranids. The First Tyrannic War was in 745.M41. However: if we really want to be specific and pedantic (and I do), then the first time the Imperium ran into the Tyranids was "sometime" around 500.M41 when genestealers were first encountered on the moons of Ymgarl. Then again, I'm not actually sure we should count that, considering that the Imperium wouldn't even make that connection themselves until much later.

Next: the Tau. Technically first "contact" was in 789.M35, when an AdMech explorator ship, Land's Vision, found the planet that would eventually be named Tau, and recorded a primitive species that had mastered simple tools and fire. But because that planet became inaccessible due to a warp storm, and the records got lost in the chaos of the Age of Apostasy, we (again) probably shouldn't count that. First real conflict was the Damocles Crusade, between 742.M41 and 745.M41... and it only ended because the Tyranids showed up.

Moving on: the Necrons. Technically, they've been "around" even longer than the Eldar. But they've mostly all been fucking asleep in their tomb worlds, except for a select few who woke up early (looking at you Trazyn). So, really, if we're ignoring shit like Szarekh the Silent King returning from his self imposed exile in response to the Tyranids showing up (are we noticing a pattern here?), first "official" conflict with the Imperium was the Sanctuary 101 massacre in 897.M41.

And finally: the Leagues of Votann. And, again: they've been "around" for who knows how long. It's heavily implied that their generation ships left Earth for the galactic core before even the Dark Age of Technology. But they mostly kept to themselves and didn't venture outside the holds in the galactic core until Cadia exploded and the Cicatrix Maledictum cut the galaxy in half, forcing them to leave. Finally, an "alien" faction being introduced to the setting that has nothing to do with the fucking Tyranids.

And, y'know... looking at all that? That really does kinda put in perspective why everything seems to have gone to shit in 40k, doesn't it?

Between the end of the Horus Heresy in 014.M31 and the start of the Damocles Crusade in 742.M41, the only things the Imperium of Man had to really worry about were Orks, Eldar, daemons, and renegades/traitors. Like, none of that is great (and a lot of it is self inflicted), but that kind of setup seems manageable. The Eldar never show up in huge numbers, and daemons require incredibly specific circumstances to even manifest outside The Warp. Hell, even the Orks for most of that time are basically just a nuisance, since a warboss on the scale of Urlakk Urg wouldn't be seen till Ghazgkull. Really, the most dangerous thing the Imperium had to worry about during that stretch of time was regular humans rebelling (rightfully so) in the face of the Imperium being a nightmarishly oppressive theocratic fascist state.

That's 10,000 years or so that you could almost call relatively stable, where the vast majority of issues were problems that it inflicted on itself. Business as usual.

AND THEN

In the span of just over 250 years, there's several wars with the Tau, the Tyranids show up over and over again, the Necrons start waking up, and... then the Leagues of Votann are also here now lol

Something, something, decades where nothing happens, and weeks where decades happen, etc.

#drunk skunk #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #wh 40k #40k

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tainbocuailnge · 3 years ago

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cascu odin configuration speculations rough bullet points bc itll be only a month until we get answers edition

its extremely unlikely that he was just odin all along bc the way cu talks to archer in first order just makes no goddamn sense if he’s not cu, their connection isn’t something you could extrapolate from cu’s myths to impersonate him. like i literally don’t consider this an option if only because i simply do not think type moon disrespects its fans enough to pull a six year long bait and switch with one of their most popular characters. also itd be boring when we can make this identity theft so much more complicated and thematically appropriate

odin just outright trying to possess cu would be the most straightforward option. i don’t know what odin would need to be cu for and this post isnt about that but in this case i would assume cu is without spear because the spear is what ties together his identity as the hero cu chulainn so odin would have to somehow fabricate a cu who is not quite cu in order to slip in between those gaps and actually possess him.

odin needing to make a spearless cu in order to get in there also checks out with archer saying cu’s gae bolg is stronger than odin’s gungnir. gotta get that hurdle out of the way

we can assume cascu’s saint graph from the start was “meant” to be (used by) odin because of ochd deug odin. noble phantasms are representations of heroes and cascu is the one who taught mashu how to use her noble phantasm when she wasn’t yet sure of what hero she was supposed to be/it was restricted by the one it ‘really’ belongs to similar to odin supposedly putting use restrictions on ochd deug odin

i still stick with my age old theory that cascu is a cu without his spear/the symbol of his fate even though that should be impossible because he got cleaved in half by fragarach, the sword that severs fate, leaving cascu without that fate/spear (and also miserable because that fate sits at the core of his identity) and cu alter then picked up that fate and became the spear

mayhaps odin snatched up this incomplete cu that got left over after he was split and filled out the gaps himself to make it into cascu & get him a foot in the door. somewhere. for some reason. some clytie van gogh shit even where they shove the mind of the one in with the body & soul of the other bc skadi Did have that line in imaginary scramble about how she can sorta get how the outer gods think

in this case its also inch resting that the other half was snatched up by medb to turn into cu alter since medb is also tits deep in fairy stuff and the current scraps of fairy lostbelt history we have apparently imply that not-medb and not-cascu have faced off before

mayhaps it’s the other way around and it’s closer to what i said before those new lines came out which is that [the existence we the audience generally know as cu chulainn] has the capacity to be both cu chulainn and odin with the only real difference being whether he sides with humans or gods so when something core to the identity of “cu chulainn” was removed he inevitably and perhaps inadvertently ended up drifting closer to being odin.

would also vibe nicely with the wicker man being an empty cage searching for an offering to the gods. the face and name are cu chulainn but the “core” as hero is missing so something needs to fill that hole

would furthermore have it make sense that in the fairy lostbelt he would have to be odin because cu chulainn could not possibly choose to side with humans in this world where no human heroes exist

some of his new lines are basically the same as his old lines but slightly different so the extent to which he is in fact odin at any given point seems to vary a little

its also possible that odin tried to show up as just himself but because there was this half a cu still conceptually lying around the world like made odin trip and fall into cascus cleavage in the name of recycling and now he’s kinda floating in between being cu chulainn and being odin which is why he bitches about not having his spear so much because having either gae bolg or gungnir would actually pin down his identity as one or the other (yknow like rhongo pinning down the world or whatever because everything is the same)

obviously his name is given as cu chulainn because odin has a history of disguising himself but cu doesn’t so the ‘inconsistency’ in his identity that gets hidden is the one that has a penchant for hiding itself anyway

of course there’s a lot of precedent for (divine) spirits latching onto others in fgo or ppl being granted divine authorities (na should be having a time with that over in lb4 right now) but spas cifically i feel the need to point out the alter ego class who are by and large composed of servants who got mashed together from a bunch of divinities and i also want to remind you my dear readers of the part in the ccc event where tamamo cat explains that you don’t need the alter ego class to be an alter ego

i have a vague suspicion that he’s only “odin” when the hood is up. in his valentines scene he’s mumbling some vaguely out of character stuff with his hood on but goes back to normal once he takes it off and in the knk event he puts the hood on when pretending he’s not cu

again i really want to stress that the base personality we’re seeing has to be cu chulainn and he has to have cu chulainn’s memories not only from life but also as a servant, otherwise he would not be able to reference experiences he had as lancer servant in the fuyuki holy grail war to shadow archer. he is without a doubt cu chulainn, it’s just a matter of how much odin was added.

#anyway i love cuchulainn #hound of the irish #metapost #the celt conspiracy

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18th September 2022: Post 2 of 2-Ibsley Common in the New Forest

Following on from my previous post, we then walked at Ibsley Common in the New Forest this afternoon where it was nice to have another really peaceful walk, taking in the beautiful scenes of bits of purple heather and lush green in trees in this moor like undulating landscape with a nice wood and stream taken in too. There was great sunshine for a lot of the walk. I took the first five and seventh and eighth pictures in this photoset of views on the walk and the sixth of some bracken lit nicely by the sun I was actually aiming to take a photo of the Stonechat sat in it I kept two versions in the end one cropped of the Stonechat which I tweeted on Dans_Pictures tonight and the view as I thought it looked nice.

There were some great birds seen on the walk; one of my favourites the Dartford Warbler briefly, Stonechat well, Meadow Pipit, lots of Swallows moving through once more, Mistle Thrush and Woodpigeon with a Blue Tit heard I believe. What I believe was a Southern Hawker dragonfly flying at the end, a beautiful iridescent beetle either Dor beetle or Splendid Earth Boring beetle if the former seen nicely again after some last Sunday at Pig Bush and three weeks ago at Martin Down and New Forest ponies again were other nice sightings here this afternoon. As we enjoyed an ice cream by Rockford on the way back, one of a few great relaxing time off things to do we have enjoyed doing between everything else this week, there were some gorgeous coloured ponies kissed by the afternoon sun. In the car there was an interesting looking insect or it may have been a spider on the window beside me.

The Ibsley Common walk was a good one for flowers with ragwort, more devil’s-bit scabious after last Sunday, more lovely freshly flowering yellow gorse a little theme this week, hawksbeard, daisy I seem to recall, the purple heather and some smashing harebells seen well looking especially lovely in the sun flowers I do admire.

I took the final two pictures in this photoset of a nice sky scene and yellow buddleia in the back garden when home this evening, there was more nice red at sunset this evening which I enjoyed out the back. It is a bank holiday tomorrow but it felt most appropriate to reflect this evening how today brought to an end a quickly passing but wonderful patch of leave for us. It was packed full of adventure, lots of bird, mammal, butterfly, dragonfly and flower sightings and others making it a key week of my wildlife and photography year and putting me in strong positions for a few of my year lists this year, so many photo opportunities in mostly fantastic weather at a perfect mix of familiar and new places for us, local and further afield. Along the way meeting some wonderful people, some of which we had met before and some we saw more than once at different places, allowing for much social interaction. And it was so relaxing. Thanks for all your support for my photos and posts this week. It will be a hard and historic day tomorrow for the UK with the funeral of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II. I hope you all have a good and safe new week.

Part 1 of today’s posts about the boat trip around Poole Harbour we went on is here: https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/695761688752996352/18th-september-2022-post-1-of-2-boat-trip-with��

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deans-baby-momma · 3 years ago

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Chapter 5

Set in season 14 and follows Y/N, a young girl from the Apocalypse world as she tries to navigate this new place that she was thrust in after being rescued and the feelings she begins to have for someone she really shoudln’t be having them for.

Warnings: There’s a bit of angst, smut and fluff in each chapter. I will tag the smut chapters appropriately but if you’re following me and reading any of my stories, you know it’s gonna be there. LOL

WC: 1096

Y/N: Sorry for the late posting of this. A storm came bursting though sometime last night and knocked out the power. But better late than never right? Enjoy

Y/N is standing in the control booth of the range when I enter, looking out the plexiglass window at the firing lanes.

The Bunker is equipped with an overly-huge range with eight stalls, each one divided by a barrier wall, with counters in between each for extra ammo and the sound-canceling headsets.

She seems to be unaware of my presence so I take a moment to admire her, again. She looks so sweet, so innocent but I have seen her in combat, albeit just tactical training but she is agile; a force to be reckoned with. I can tell in her short 19 years that she has had to fight tooth and nail more than she got to participate in tea parties and sleepovers with friends.

Her body is voluptuous, curves in all the right places. The jeans she is wearing taut across her behind.

'Dammit man! Quit checking her out.' I tell myself but I can't stop the way my eyes roam her figure. It's like they have a mind all their own. I hold in the whine that wants to escape when she bends over to tie up her combat boots. Not only is her firm ass on full display but her shirt hangs and I can see right up it, to her tits hanging, her bra not supporting them well.

My palms itch to cup and squeeze the ample flesh, feeling her pert nipples harden under my touch. I clear my throat, and my mind, before my dick gets out of control. It is already semi-hard behind the zipper of my pants.

Y/N straightens up and turns to me with a smile.

"Ready?"

I step into the room and am assaulted by the aroma of her perfume. It permeates the air and invades my nostrils. Hints of vanilla and citrus mix together to give off a scent particular to Y/N.

"As ready as ever," I tell her as I unlock the door to the range and motion her to enter first. Walking over to the gun safe, I unlock it and pull out a Ruger .380 and 6-round magazine.

Turning to Y/N with the items, I grin when she looks frightened.

"Don't worry," I tell her. "This isn't loaded." I hold up the magazine in one hand and the pistol in the other, pointing it toward the ceiling in order to alleviate her fears.

"You're going to need to get closer if you want to learn how to load and use this."

I show her how to slide the magazine into the butt of the gun and then listen for the click to alert her that it is locked in there. Sliding the rack, I then show her the little indicator where you can see the cartridge in the chamber.

“This is a live gun now,” I tell her. “It is cocked and loaded and very dangerous. Never, ever do this until you are ready to use it. Never just walk around with a round in the chamber. This particular gun has no safety so it could easily go off.”

I pick up two sets of the noise-cancelling headsets and hand one to her. I slip the muffs over my ears and turn to check that she has them placed properly. I smile as I see her trying to blow some errant hair out of her eyes, it being stubborn because it is held in place by the headgear.

I lay the gun on the counter and step forward. WIthout thinking, I swipe the hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. She looks up at me fondly and for a second I get lost in her eyes. I could easily bend down and kiss her but before I actually do that, I clear my throat and step back into the “shooter’s box”.

Picking the weapon up, I hold my arm out and line the sight up. Squeezing the trigger, I hear the muffled pop as the gun fires. I look down the lane at the target. Dead center and precise, but I had no doubt; I’ve been shooting since before I could drive.

I look back at Y/N and she is standing there smiling with wide eyes. “Your turn, sweetheart.”

The smile drops off her face as she steps forward and around me, getting into the box. I can tell she is nervous and hesitant. I grab her wrist and bring it up, laying the gun in her palm. “Don’t be scared Y/N. I’ll help you,” I say gently.

She nods as her fingers wrap around the gun. I watch as she gets used to the feeling of having a weapon in her hand. She picks it up with her other hand and looks it over closely. I let her inspect it until she seems to be comfortable with it.

“Ok, now hold it like this,” I tell her as I show her how to correctly hold a gun, making sure her finger is no where near the trigger. “Then-,” I grab her free hand and place it on top of the gun. “-slide the rack to chamber a round. Remember, keep your finger off the trigger until you are sighted up and ready to shoot."

She turns to face the target at the end of the lane and I step up behind her. Reaching forward, I place my hands over hers. “Ok, now look down the barrel to the end, see that little bump on the end? That’s your sight. Line that up with where you want the hit to land. Got it?”

She nods and I slowly take my hands off hers and put them on her waist. “Ok now, plant your feet. Stand steady. Still sighted in?” She confirms with one nod of her head. “Put your pointer finger on the trigger. No pressure, just place it on there. Now squeeze, don’t pull.”

Y/N jumps as the gun discharges. We look down the lane at the target and look for her hit.

I laugh when I finally find it. “You jumped as you shot. See there in the wall to the side? That’s what you hit. You completely missed.”

I see the embarrassment and shame on her face. “I’m sorry Dean,” she says. Well I don’t actually hear her say it, with the noise cancelling headgear on, but I can read lips.

“Hey,” I take the gear off and she copies me. “It was a good start. At least you didn’t shoot yourself in the foot, or worse, me.”

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @deanwanddamons @supraveng @deandreamernp @akshi8278 @lyarr24 @wintersoldierwinchester @we-are-all-a-bunch-of-idjits @nancymcl @kazsrm67 @lostdarksoul6

#supernatural #season14 #spn #canon adjacent #dean winchester #sam winchester #mary winchester #y/n winchester #jack kline #bobby singer #angst #fluff #smut

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bayheart · 3 years ago

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Hey. I noticed you interact with Beeprowlz and wanted to let you know they have a pretty bad rep in the Transformers community pertaining to freedom of content creators. Thanks!

so we're calling "hey, maybe stop posting robot porn in the main tag and on your public account where actual literal children have easy access to it" an issue about the "freedom of content creators" now huh

sorry that the people who kept posting robot porn on main got butthurt about being told to not do that :( fucked up and evil that both me and bee are perfectly capable of creating nsfw content and then taking the appropriate steps to keep it contained with adult-only spaces to protect kids from seeing it :( and yet :( somehow there are big-name creators with thousands of followers who cannot seem to do the same :(

hate to break it to u but if those people's "freedom" means "refusing to take even the smallest step to keep robot tits and ass out of the sight of 12 year olds on the internet" then i also do not support it 💖 thanks! :)

#ooc #asks #discourse #i guess #get better manipulation tactics!!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxo #ok to rb

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Uh, but She-Hulk was historically portrayed as huge a "tall, slightly muscular woman" for most of her comic history; the "savage she-hulk" and similar depictions are like, from the last couple of years at most, and showed up in a handful of comics compared to the original and earlier depiction. Do some research. This isn't some point of outrage. You can't point to a recent comic and use that as an argument.

I'm assuming you're mad about these posts. Though the first seems to be the one people are taking wrong the most so allow me to elaborate like I have several times now.

The image used in my original post I admit was not the best example to reference. Something such as this:

Would have been much more appropriate to my point however I didn't expect people to take this much of an interest in the post and was prepared for maybe like 14 notes? So I just grabbed one of my favourite images of She-Hulk. The image I used was never in response to her character only her design which I made clear in the replies of that exact post.

"dO sOMe ReSErcH" actually, stfu. I know what I'm talking about. Okay I haven't read every single Marvel comic known to the planet but I'm not ignorant to the character or story. Something, again, I've made clear in that post and several others.

"This isn't some point of outrage" I dunno what rock you're living under but literally every post I have seen regarding the new series has been nothing but slander on their choice of design and CGI. I've seen no one actually LIKE her appearance only like that they're getting a new series to consume.

Fucking cowards

Why is She-hulk so small

Marvel fans slam She-hulk

Using the word Hulk is pretty generous

Skinny CGI disaster

Literally just google she hulk 2022, all top reports are talking about fan backlash. This list took me not even 3 minutes to get together just as a few examples.

"She-hulk historically has been described as tall and slightly muscular" She's hardly tall and doesn't even border on muscular. She isn't unfit I'll say that but she certainly isn't a good representation of muscular which is where this backlash and controversy is stemming from.

Give me a good reason, and I mean a good reason, without bringing up her "original design", why Marvel could not have designed her with more of a body builders physique? Why she had to have a snatched waist, large butt and larger breasts. Tell me why she couldn't have been much larger, and I'm not talking savage she-hulk, than she is right now.

Example body 1 @ moon_in_decline on tiktok

Example body 2 Natasha Aughey, fitness icon

Here's the thing by the way, you want to say that it's a modern character design and isn't what she's been drawn as in the past, why couldn't they use her newer designs as reference? New or old doesn't matter it is still her comic depiction, which makes it valid.

The only arguments I have seen in defence of her current design always comes back to the same thing. "That's how Marvel drew her in the past" and "Her size is contributory"

You mean in their misogynist past where every superhero woman was practically naked and always skinny with big tits? That past? Right.

So, you want to see her form adapt to her mental strength? That is very do-able. Go ahead and make her smaller than Hulk then with character development have her grow to a size similar to that of Smart Hulk. That's completely valid. But that doesn't mean making her super slim and only moderately tall. Give her a larger frame, that is possible to do without damaging your precious story arch.

Marvel could have easily made everyone happy in this series, they could have stayed true to her story arch in which she gets bigger when she realises her full strength and potential while also not making her slim. This is the point I'm making.

You're gonna look at me and tell me that the current design is better than the other modern designs?

Representation in media is a very important issue and Marvel had the opportunity to do great things with this character but dropped the ball instead and stuck with their usual bullshit.

An example that is commonly brought up in the reblogs is of Luisa Madrigal from Encanto:

And I think that's a great point!

Here you had Disney taking a bold step forward in representation, they nearly didn't go with the strong woman design but because they did they've seen such high praise for the decision.

She-Hulk was another opportunity to do that, for Marvel.

#she hulk 2022 #she hulk #marvel #mcu #jennifer walters #bruce banner #the hulk #avengers #marvel movies #marvel series #marvel cinematic universe

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westmoor · 4 years ago

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voices from within (a post-halloween special)

(other parts can be found here)

Following the success of his latest novel, Jaskier accompanies Geralt to fulfill a contract. He only hopes to get some sounds on tape, film some furniture moving, get his name out there and maybe catch the start of a new story - but some houses are haunted by more than just the ghosts of former residents.

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“Oh.” Jaskier’s voice barely rang above a breath. “Oh, it’s gorgeous.” For a moment he stood staring up at the building that was to shelter him for the next twenty-four hours, until the slamming of the driver’s side door snapped him out of it and he turned. “Geralt-”

Geralt only hummed his assent. It was impressive, stately even: When Jaskier had referred to it as a castle, it wasn’t far from the truth.

Wide and squared and two storeys tall, brick painted a light creamy beige offset by dark brown, a dozen arched lattice windows gleamed in the afternoon light. Had he believed houses had personality he might’ve said this one looked friendly, inviting.

“What do you think?” Blue eyes twinkled at him, clearly pleased. “Do you like it? Think it will meet our expectations?”

He didn’t. He was decidedly less excited than his counterpart by what awaited them, and truth be told he would’ve preferred not to be there at all - or rather, preferred for Jaskier not to be there. It was a rule of his, one he’d reinforced after they had gotten together. He did not allow humans near his line of work.

But the novelist, after the success of the initial story featuring a Witcher, had been the one contacted about the job and had even brokered the contract, holding it over Geralt’s head until they had reached a compromise. He would be given free reign to do what he needed for the night, gather whichever so-called supernatural evidence and material he required, as long as he followed direction and kept a safe distance when told to. He had until dawn.

Still, Geralt couldn’t help the sneaking feeling of foreboding lurking at the back of his mind.

So no, he didn’t like it. He didn’t like the way it loomed behind the lean figure of his partner, deceptively calm, crouched like a beast lying in wait.

Geralt was saved from the attempt to voice his concerns - as brash as his boyfriend could be, he was remarkably perceptive - by a second car pulling in behind theirs.

No outside involvement had been another one of Geralt’s demands, triggering a tirade of protests from Jaskier, who in turn had argued that he couldn’t possibly cover the necessary ground on his own. Not within such a short time frame.

Unable to move his witcher, that particular settlement had eventually been perched on a technicality: No outsiders would join their so-called expedition.

How Jaskier had been able to get hold of Lambert and Eskel, much less convinced them both to join in, Geralt would never know.

Sneaky bastard.

Watching his brothers emerge from the car and approach them, however, he felt the restless beast in his chest subdued. Jaskier drew trouble like a spoonful of sugar drew wasps, but surely even he couldn’t manage to put himself in too much danger, not with three pairs of seasoned witcher eyes at his back.

Rounding the silver hood of the vehicle, Eskel nodded at Geralt and extended a hand in friendly greeting to Jaskier. The two of them had only briefly met but hit it off immediately, which wasn’t too surprising - anyone with the sense not to balk at his scars would find the older wolf to be good company.

Still waters run deep though, and his brothers knew better than anyone what it would take for a stranger to work through the layers of Eskel’s polite facade and earn real trust. Luckily for all of them, Jaskier’s openness and frank speech - verbose but earnest - had battered at it in much the same way as he’d broken down Geralt’s own walls.

Lambert, on the other hand -

“Thought you said this place had ghosts, or whatever.” His hands were buried as deep in his pockets as they would go. “Are we going to go find some, or just stand out here until we join them? I’m freezing my tits off.”

Lambert was an acquired taste.

Jaskier didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest, and eagerly grasped the incentive to get moving. Within moments he had ushered them all up the double stone steps with an authority that probably wasn’t appropriate for a young man to direct at three monster-hunting mutants twice his size, but seemed entirely natural to him.

Geralt thanked his lucky stars that neither brother commented on the quickening of his heartbeat.

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If the exterior was impressive, the interior was overwhelming.

Heavy oak doors swung open on well-oiled hinges and they were led through to a lounging area, masterfully decorated to reflect the wealth and status of its original owners, walls practically dripping with frames illustrating its rich history. Past cushioned chairs, rococo sofas and tables on spindly legs, a grand staircase twisted up to the second floor, banister continuing along an interior balcony wrapping around the entrance from above. Beyond, rows of pearly white doors and pastel hallways would carry them into the heart of the manor.

Crossing the threshold felt like stepping through time. Despite the electric lights and vague distant hum of heating units, each piece in sight was as close to original as could be hoped for, selected and maintained with utmost care.

But there was something else, too. Not so much a smell as a breath, an unmistakable lingering of things long lost.

Neither witcher voiced it, though they all clearly noticed - eyes skimming walls and nostrils flaring momentarily before they discerned what couldn’t be pinned down.

Jaskier slipped seamlessly into the role of the enthusiastic guide, throwing tidbits and details left and right while introducing the trio to the building’s past and present characters. His brothers exchanged glances at the shift in demeanour, but Geralt remained unfazed. He knew the writer hadn’t stumbled into his profession by chance, but lived and breathed for such occasions. Be it in speech or in prose, he was a born narrator.

What followed was a thorough tour of every notable room, nook, and cranny, all with a performative flair and tinged with what Jaskier referred to as reported phenomenons. Geralt hung back. He had already heard the broad strokes of it, but listened nonetheless, the added structure and dulcet tone of his lover’s voice crafting it into a proper story.

The other two were paying the attention of hearing it for the first time, and his mind revived the question of how they’d been convinced to join in the first place. He might end up having to ask.

Though Jaskier was an entertaining host - and only got them lost twice - an hour had come and gone by the time they completed their loop and found themselves back at the top of the staircase.

“Now, gentlemen!” Clapping his hands, their guide halted in front of one of the large white doors. One, Geralt noted, they hadn’t opened yet. “If you would so kindly help bring in the equipment and start setting up for the night…” His lips quirked in that mischievous way at least one of them had come to know all too well. “I’ve saved the best for last.”

A lesser man would have succumbed to Lambert’s baiting comments and Geralt’s glare, but Jaskier’s penchant for dramatics could weather any storm.

Only once the car had been emptied of gear and devices, wires stretched and screens installed, and after he’d procured a sturdy meal for his companions through a particularly scared-looking pizza delivery person, were they allowed back near the second floor landing.

“I want to look everything over one more time before we start recording, and maybe move another cam down to the first floor. The maid’s quarter is said to be particularly reliable, lots of people claim to have heard voices - lullabies even - between 3 and 4am.”

It was Eskel, who so far had been the most amenable of the group and asked only the most practical questions, that finally raised the issue that had crawled steadily closer to the surface as they worked. “This seems like a pretty big contract for a few disembodied voices.”

“Ah.” Jaskier’s grin grew wide. “But we’ve only scratched the surface so far. “

“In here,” he tapped the great door behind him, “lies the heart of this little castle, the grand salon, where the original owners would entertain guests. Basically the entire staff claims to have heard sounds coming from here. Music, clinking glass, the clamour of voices, as if there’s a party taking place, dragging well into the night. But when they open the door and look inside…” He snapped his fingers. “Nothing! Dark and abandoned, quiet as a grave.”

“If the claims are true, this is where it all began. There was an accident, you see, a real tragedy, one that cost the master of the house - a mister Lamm - and all six of his sons their lives. His widow, Dora, unable to let go and half mad with grief, prayed day and night to be reunited with her husband and to see her family again. But when religion failed her, as it’s wont to do, she cast her net wider, and gathered every prominent mystic and occultist of her time to aid her quest.”

Geralt stepped closer, the crux of their stay finally about to be revealed to his brothers, who were following the recounting with rapt attention.

“And she succeeded in bringing them back. Not to life, perhaps, but the halls were filled with children’s laughter and the sounds of running footsteps once again. Dora is said to have sat up nightly, listening, speaking to them until dawn. Only, it wasn’t the only thing they brought along.”

Eskel nodded, an idea of which road the story was about to go down, but waited for the man to continue.

“Now, I don’t know that I believe everything -”

Lambert snorted, earning a sharp elbow to the side.

“- but according to mediums and other visitors who’ve stayed here over the years, the house is open somehow. Like a friction point worn thin. Supposedly whatever leaks through serves as a sort of battery for the rest - the knocking, the voices, the singing - but it’s not just that, either.”

Jaskier’s voice lowered a note as he dropped the theatrical edge, turning serious. “Previous employees say it… changes people. Makes them ill, triggers things. Makes them say and do things and behave in ways they otherwise wouldn’t. Most don’t stay very long. Others won’t leave, even after their employment is terminated.”

“The current owner wants it shut, whatever it is,” Geralt interjected.

If Jaskier was annoyed at having his flow broken, it didn’t show, and he smoothly picked back up. “And that’s why we’re here! By morning, thanks to Geralt’s ministrations, this place should be as devoid of any spiritual activity as any regular old heap of rocks, and I want to catch it before it goes.”

Silence fell over the group.

“That’s it?” Lambert looked at Jaskier, brows raised. Then at Geralt, and back at Jaskier, who nodded affirmatively. He shrugged. “Okay. Fun.”

Geralt released a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding, and Jaskier leaned up to the door.

“Well then, friends, if you’re ready!” He flicked the lock, before stepping back and turning to Geralt, features seeped in expectation.

“Darling, would you do the honours?”

#horror fiction writer jaskier #the witcher au #the witcher modern au #geraskier #the witcher fanfiction #still a witcher geralt #amateur ghost hunter jaskier #featuring Eskel (because someone asked him nicely) and Lambert (because its not like he had anything else planned today)

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stevenbasic · 4 years ago

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I know there are guys like this, Melissa thought to herself, guys like this all over the place. Guys that collect pictures of girls, built girls, save them all on their computers to do...ewww...whatever it is they do with them. She had some guys like that, still, she knew, as Instagram followers, even on her new, now-private profile. There was a smattering of guys, she knew, who basically stalked her, perved over her every post. She tended to indulge them, from time-to-time, throw them a little bone here or there, some cleavage, whatever. It was fun, for a while, she’d get a kick out of it, casually teasing these guys who simped for her. But it had kinda gotten old. Now it was more her friends who seemed to love it, love seeing it, love laughing at the guys. It was harmless enough fun, and these men were just sorta silly and pathetic. I just didn’t think Dr J was one of them…

She had needed to see for herself, have some time to process. It was eight AM but she’d needed to see for herself, all these pictures of her that Randi and Marisela told her he’d supposedly been hoarding on his office computer. On a Tuesday like this one she’d have plenty of time; he’d be doing his rounds at the hospital until mid-morning, when he’d return to the office. She’d closed his door so she’d be undisturbed as the other girls drifted into work. Melissa knew she needed to come to terms with this, and see what was on his computer for herself, especially after what Marisela had told her about what was going on….that kinda made her mad, too.

Okay, there it is, right where Marisela said it’d be, she thought. On his hard drive, the folder labeled “Protected”. Let’s see if this password works...

oh, my…

For some reason Melissa had found herself earlier this morning, while getting ready, almost unconsciously putting on heavier makeup, applying more layers of gloss and lipstick than she knew she should. She’d found herself pulling out a striped red dress, one that cinched too tight to her waist which - despite everything else getting bigger these days - seemed to be, if anything, slowly disappearing. This dress clung too tightly to her torso, she realized, its horizontal stripes only emphasizing the size of the bust she’d packed tightly this morning into her new, bigger bra. This dress was also wayyy too short, she knew, revealing too much of the long, flawless legs that she’d tanned to a deep olive in her week in the sun, sculpted in the gym to heavily-muscled perfection. It covered her overly-shapely rear, she also knew, but left little to the imagination as to its full size; her ass had grown huge, recently, and this dress surely did nothing to hide that. The heels she chose - yellow and too tall, really, to be appropriate for the office - would only highlight the muscle tone of her already large calves, make her glutes look even fuller, shift her weight to pull her shoulders back, further emphasizing her bust and exaggerating the already unmistakeably feminine aspects of her gait. Her hair, as well, she’d fluffed out more than usual this morning...why? The one thing she found herself foregoing, though, was perfume. I’ve been making enough of that myself, already, she’d thought, I don’t need it.

Oh, no, look at all this, Melissa lamented, finally opening the folder labeled “Melissa” and then audibly gasping at its contents...countless pictures of her. Where did he find it all? How much time has he spent collecting these?? She began to scroll through the thumbnails, everything from current images grabbed from her Instagram to old modeling pics he must have found in the internet to...where did he ever find these ones from Hooters?!?

Suddenly she was overcome when an image of him - sitting in this very chair, looking at these pictures and rubbing himself, sliding his hand into his pants - flashed into her head.

Is that what you do with these? Why else would you be...collecting them? Oh, Dr. J...not you, too?

As she marveled, wide-eyed, beginning to grasp the enormity of his collection, of just how many pictures of her he’d accumulated, it dawned on her: he also has dozens upon dozens of pictures of her in a bikini, from the past week - on his ph-..oh, wait. Oh god. He’s downloaded them all into here already...there’s a whole folder, a new one, called “conference”.

Part of me wishes they never told me...

She flashed back, for the moment, to early yesterday morning, Monday in her new office with Randi and Marisela…

“...we got in last week, finally, Marisela cracked it,” Randi had said, “I just knew he’d have a porn stash. But that there’s so much of YOU in it…?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry Melissa,” Marisela had added, “The guy’s a total perv. We’ve known that for years…”

If nothing else she marveled, as she scrolled through the thumbnails, at his diligence, I haven’t seen some of these in ages.

Another image flashed into her head, again him sitting at this desk with these pictures - god, he’s much smaller than me, isn’t he? He wouldn’t fill up this chair nearly as much as I do - with his pants unzipped, pulled down his hips, he’s groaning. Looking at these pictures, zooming in on that one.

His legs are so skinny compared to mine, she thought, as she felt her own body unconsciously flexing, his arms and shoulders so thin and weak.

Why...why did this make her shiver a bit? Why did her mind keep picturing him...wanting to see him when he’d opened up this folder and started to-

But he shouldn’t be doing this! It’s like cheating on his wife. No matter what’s going on between him and Sheryl, he’s still a married man. Melissa could understand why Sheryl’d be mad. Yes, but…

Melissa flashed back again...

“Why are you so shocked?” Randi had asked her, “They’re all like this, every single one. Every single boss you’d ever had.”

At first, she admits, she was shocked. She couldn’t believe what they’d told her, shown her with the screen caps from his desktop - it can’t be!! this is the honorable, upstanding, respectable Dr J!! He’s not like the rest of them, all those other guys, is he?? Obsessive, fixated...

After the initial shock, the disbelief, she got kinda angry - she took this job thinking she was going to be valued for her brains, education, skills. She thought this job would allow her to develop in ways that other jobs, with other bosses, hadn’t. She’d always been a special girl, different from the rest. She had a unique way, she knew, of “growing into the job” - it’s what her mother called it. “Rising to the challenge of a new endeavor” she’d said, become what would allow her the greatest success. Problem had always been, though, that the best way to succeed at her old jobs had turned out to be the same. At Hooters it made sense, even in high school. But with frustration she’d found the same thing happened to her at Nordstrom’s, at the DMV, and at the Dealership. Instead of getting smarter, learning more, becoming more able and capable, she’d just gotten...curvier. Added cup sizes, inches to her hips. This job, after finally getting her degree, was supposed to be different. But now, seeing this screenshot of dozens of pictures of her from her boss’ porn stash, she was finally convinced that, once again she was hired just for her tits. She knew, of course, that he’d found her attractive. That he, being just a guy, could be pretty easily manipulated if she set her mind - and hourglass figure - to it. That she could get what she wanted at the office, be successful in her new position, because of her appearance. That would explain the two - no, three - new sets of bras. Why she’d torn through her yoga pants last week. His tastes were for curves upon curves...lots of guys’ were. And she figured she was growing faster here than at the old jobs because, well...she had become his friend. She’d spent more time with him. She’d grown to, well...really like him, more than she’d ever really admit. So maybe there were other things fueling her, uh, developments. But, again - he was married!

It was so confusing!

She could help it, another image came to her. This time he was still here alone in his office, maybe after hours, doors locked, knowing he’s alone - but now he was blatantly jerking off, pants down, around his ankles. Jerking off and leering at these pictures of her, this time looking - ohh why is this doing this to me?? Making my heart race?? - even smaller. He seemed to be shrunken, a small, small man, wide-eyed and staring, unblinking, at his screen. He was grunting, like a little animal, and shaking back and forth with his efforts.

She flashed back again...

”I know, I know,” Melissa had said, bemoaning this new situation, as if she was grieving some loss, “I know I had him up on a pedestal. I know it was maybe unreasonable. But now….now what am I supposed to do?”

“Missy, relax,” Randi had replied, “Just think- who was able to take him down off of that pedestal? Who did he have pictures of on his computer in a folder that he’s accessed...look at this...more than -four hundred- times? You! You! Face it You got where you are not just through hard work at school. You did hard work at the gym, building yourself in other ways. Despite everything you rose up at Hooters, at the DMV, at the dealership. You are YOU, and that’s what’s bringing you all this success. You as a person, your mind and your body.”

”I guess you’re right…” Melissa had said.

“Of course I am,” Randi had replied, “Use it all, use all you got. Not just your degree-“ At that she’d reached out and grabbed Melissa’s huge breasts, hands sinking into her pliancy, “but these too! Women have to use everything they have to take what they can get.”

The next image, in her mind, was one where he’s dramatically smaller still: How did he even get into the chair? He’s so little... His feet, dangling above the ground, hovered over his pants, now in a pile. He’s naked, in fact, and he’s so small he can barely see over the desk to the monitor, can barely reach his mouse to scroll, to click, to open picture after picture after picture of her. His groans and grunts have changed to whines and he sounds so needy as he’s trying and trying and trying to-

Groaning herself, Melissa was nearly overcome with the thought, and had to catch herself from sliding her hand between her own thick, bare thighs. What was this warmth? What was this subtle swelling in her chest? Why is this doing this to me?!?

She flashes back again

“I guess it can't be helped, looking the way I do...” Melissa said, still in half-pout.

“Don't feel bad, Missy, this is good,” Randi said, as Marisela just watched, observing these two, trying not to judge, learning, “Look at these folders he has - it’s not all of you. Look at all these pictures, these videos. It’s...worshipful. He’s in sheer awe of these women, and you’re one of them.”

Melissa nodded, new wheels, gears in the machinery of her inner self that she didn’t know existed, cranking to life, beginning to turn.

“You can use this to your advantage - to our advantage,” Randi added, encouraging her friend. Though remaining quiet, Marisela’s own pulse had begun to race, listening, hearing the subtext, thinking back on the conversations she and Randi had had. For her own part, Melissa’s feelings were still conflicted. Petulant anger and outright female outrage were at odds with the genuine affection she felt for him, an affection that more and more had been turning into...something deeper. A tugging at her belly. Something rich and wonderful she saw blossoming, when she closed her eyes and thought of him...thought of holding, thought of-

“If he honesty gets off to this sort of thing,” Randi pressed on, pointing at folders in the screenshot image from his desktop, folders labeled “Breast Expansion” or “Amazons” - “if that’s what he really wants....well, Missy. You could make him the happiest man on earth...”

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Original morph in the first image by Migsanch, and help with some of the dialogue by Antares.

#Growing Into the Job

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grenade-maid · 4 years ago

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i like you as a person (at least as far as i know you through here) but every day you post anime girls and it feels like someone in your position would be more sensitive about sexualized depictions of young women. most of them seem (on the surface) wholesome wlw, but i feel really uncomfortable seeing any kind of "lesbian" images shared online. men *will* see it, and most of it was probably made for them anyway. as transfem wlw, we should really try to be more careful about that

Anon, I want you to think very hard about what you're saying. You're uncomfortable with seeing lesbian images shared online, because men might see them? How weak is your lesbianism that you think it could be undermined or threatened by men merely viewing depictions of women on a public website? If the act of men seeing illustrations of women were enough to undermine trans women or lesbianism we would have been annihilated decades ago, because I'm not sure if you've noticed my friend but that ship has long sailed. Are you going to send this same message to Dynasty Scans, the largest host of yuri manga on the English speaking internet, too, in hopes that they will cease operations and stem the tide of gay anime women that men might see?

What do you think it would accomplish if I stopped posting cute girls? Moreover, why should lesbians define their behavior by what men might do? Should we avoid wearing short skirts and low cut tops, too, just in case we inflame their desire? This is just another way of defining women by their relationship to men, and I refuse to do that. The problem with the sexualization of young women has to do with men's attitudes towards women, seeing them as objects to be consumed rather than people with agency. The mere presence of suggestive pictures of women is not the problem. It is a problem that would exist even if we scrubbed every erotic picture from the internet because, again, the issue is with men's attitudes and their place of power in the world. There is a lot of art that is made in a misogynist way, yes, but the issue is with misogyny, not the fact that the woman in the picture has her tits out.

I ask you, what precisely are you worried about happening? You ask me to be careful, but of what? Are you worried about people thinking I'm a pervert for liking cute anime girls? If they think that, that's their fault, not mine. Are you worried that they will think I'm a pervert and extrapolate that all trans women are perverts? I did not cause their transmisogyny, and my posting habits would not fix it. Are you worried that men will get horny over what I post? Who cares! What they do in the privacy of their own homes does not concern me. Men finding women attractive is not a bad thing. Are you worried that some of those horny men fetishize lesbians? Their homophobia is not my responsibility. I did not cause it, and nothing I post would fix it.

You say most of this content was made for men anyway, to which I answer, how do you know? And more importantly, why do you care? If two girls fall in love, does it really make it not count or worth less if a man wrote them doing so, compared to a woman? Should I only look at pictures and read content of women falling in love if I can verify that the author was a woman who loves women too? What will this accomplish? At the end of the day, regardless of who the intended audience was, I see myself in it and I enjoy it. Everyone is capable of writing stories that are meaningful, even if they don't belong to the group they're writing about. Extrapolate this line of reasoning further. If a writer intended a story to speak to straight people, and for all the characters in it to be straight, does that mean I can't or shouldn't read my own gay and trans interpretation into it? Because newsflash, lgbt people have been appropriating stories written for cishet men for as long as we've existed.

Furthermore, I want you to interrogate how this line of reasoning could be used in transmisogynistic ways. Fifteen years ago I was a "man" who just happened to find lesbian romance compelling. Yuri manga online became my refuge, where I could explore these feelings about women loving women. Why did I find kinship with them, and find depictions of straight romance so alienating? Why did I relate so closely to these girls, while finding that I had nothing in common with any fictional men? I am not exaggerating when I tell you that cute anime girls were pivotal in me coming to terms with my gender and sexuality. Feel free to laugh! I find out funny myself, but it's true. When we try to set up barriers around lesbianism to "keep men out" that language can and will be weaponized against trans women. Those women who don't know they're women yet are barred from finding community and kinship with other wlw because they're perceived as "men". Worse, though, cis people will use that rhetoric to actively exclude trans women from wlw spaces outright even after they have come out, because they see us as male invaders. The portrayal of men's attraction to women as inherently predatory or degrading is used to justify cis people's disgust with trans women's attraction to women. Why would you want to lend legitimacy to that line of thinking?

Finally, I want to ask you, who do you think this blog is for? Because I'm sorry, but I don't do this for you. I do this for myself. I post what I want because I enjoy it, and I share pictures I enjoy with friends who enjoy the same thing. If you are uncomfortable with what I post, I advise you to unfollow me. I will not take it personally, and I hope you will not take it personally either. I hold you no ill will, and if you're someone I've spoken to one on one I would still consider us acquaintances. Nobody needs to follow me to be my friend. I regularly speak with and befriend people whom I don't follow and who don't follow me. This blog is curated to my interests, and your dashboard is, I'm sure, curated to your own interests. If these two things don't match up, there's nothing wrong with that. I encourage you to pursue crafting your online experience in a way that is suitable to you, but I will not change my own content for that purpose, leaving you the option of unfollowing.

I post all of this not to ream you out. I am not angry with you and I hold no malice against you. But because you have chosen to send this on anon I cannot ask you what you mean and engage you in further conversation. With that option gone, I can only type every possible thought I have on the matter, and hope that it illuminates my thinking. If you wish to talk about this further and explain your own thinking, if you think I've misrepresented your thinking or have further thoughts, I would love to hear it. You will, however, have to come off anon for me to do so.

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As many of you noticed, the other day I posted Part 1 in what has become a series on my thoughts on sexism in One Piece. If you are somehow seeing this post first, I would recommend clicking the link as I’ll be adding to the foundation I built there.

I already had some pretty strong thoughts on this topic before receiving the original ask, but in the spirit of not wanting to sound like a douche academic integrity I decided to do a little cursory research into what other people meant when they said that One Piece is sexist. Here’s a collage of some of my favorite hot takes

As much as I’m...confused? Unsurprised yet somehow disappointed?...I don’t want to mock or belittle the people who feel this way. I think one of the most dangerous things in our modern internet age is that discussions only get surface deep before they devolve into shouting matches, and when the other side is vilified as ignorant or immoral or whatever it only serves to divide people into groups that grow evermore hostile to one another as the shouting matches get louder. It’s a short jump from your opinions are stupid and bad to you are stupid and bad for having them and I really don’t want to go there.

Tl; dr: I don’t care if you disagree with anything I’m about to say, but if you send me harassing messages please know that I will laugh at you for presuming to think that I care.

Dropping the S Bomb

So first things first, a couple definitions. Sexism is prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination against a certain gender, in this case women. Chauvinism is excessive or prejudiced support for one's own cause, group, or sex. Misogyny is dislike of, contempt for, or ingrained prejudice against women.

I start with definitions, because there are an astounding number of people who misuse these terms when making arguments. When talking about things like character design, Oda’s typical hour-glass figure is leaning into a stereotype that leads to the objectification of (fictional) women. An argument could be made that One Piece is sexist in that way.

But it’s not that cut and dry, and I am always of the opinion that context matters. I argued in my previous post that there would be a wider variety of female character designs if there were more women, and the exaggerated aesthetic of the series lends itself to the exaggerated busts and butts typical of One Piece ladies.

There’s an interview that came out around the time Strong World was released that I think is helpful when talking about this sort of thing.

I approached it thinking that since I’m drawing for a boys’ comic magazine, then it’s my job to make sure they enjoy what they’re reading. When you actually do become a professional you’ll start getting fan letters and other things and you’ll soon find that the overwhelming majority of them are from girls. Boys just aren’t the type to pick up a pen. (laughs) They don’t have things like stationary or stamps and they don’t think about going through the ‘grueling task’ of writing someone just to say, “That was cool.” Boys are a life form that enjoy something but won’t bother to tell you that they actually do.

So I learned that girls will flood you with their opinions and when I took at step back and looked at the world of manga, I realized that there are a lot of people out there that made me think, “This [author] is really just going along with the girls’ opinions.” And ultimately, if you’re considering those opinions as the ‘needs of the customer’ when you write the story, you’re just left with a girl’s manga. (laughs) It’s like, if you do that, you’re only writing to entertain girls, and that’s just wrong.

Oda writes for his target demographic, pre-teen and teenage boys. He doesn’t seem to care much for the opinions of his female audience, which again could be perceived as sexist.

And to an extent maybe it is, but I also think it’s smart. You only have to look at the mess that is the new Star Wars trilogy to see what happens when a storyteller tries to appease a fan base. The end result is that everyone goes home from the theatre miserable.

Humanity has been telling stories since time immemorial. They’re so ingrained into into the collective psyche that we have developed certain metanarriatives, types, and archetypes that have in turn been refined and distilled and applied to certain types of stories meant for certain types of people. The “rules” for telling a “boy’s story” are different than the “rules” for telling a “girl’s story”, just like I would not expect a romance to be told in the same way as one of Shonen Jump’s battle manga.

Incidentally, this is part of the reason why I think many romances in shonen fall flat. Stories best suited for fighting, camaraderie, coming of age, and growing into the best version of yourself are forced to try to include tropes and story beats that just don’t fit, and the end result is often just...bad.

And, yes, these rules are arbitrary. They can and do change. Just look at shonen battle manga of the 80s vs the titles that were popular when One Piece started in the 90s vs what’s running today. The fact that Oda maintained an audience for over two decades while writing for a demographic that ages out every few years is nothing short of incredible. He clearly has a pulse on what his audience wants while maintaining a clear vision for the direction he wants One Piece to go.

Nor is this an individual effort. Oda works with his assistants and editors when it comes to making these decisions. It’s impossible to say how much he’s been influenced by these other voices, both in the past and now, even if he is ultimately the person responsible for what does and does not get put to paper.

What’s more, society changes. What is considered sexist now would not be thought of as such a generation ago. Our descendants will shake their heads at all the crazy, backward, terrible things we think are normative, and that’s not even taking into consideration differences in culture that not only exist between generations, but nations. America is going to have different ideas of what is and isn’t appropriate behavior than Japan, which undoubtably influences Oda’s sense of humor, which in turn influences the sorts of gags he puts into his comic.

I want to walk a fine line here, because I think there are objective standards that people should be held to regarding sexism while also acknowledging that getting people to agree to those standards are is impossible. If people truly feel as strongly about Oda’s character design and fan service as they make it seem online, then by all means comment on it. It’s not going to change Oda’s mind, but maybe with increased awareness the next generation of storytellers will be better.

At the same time, I think that the indignant masses need to take a deep, hard look at what they’re calling sexism. Are you really going to claim, as I’ve seen, that all fan service is sexist? Are you really going to say that Robin and Nami are weak characters because they don’t get fights? Are you really going to say that Oda’s the most sexist mangaka out there, using, Fairy Tale as an example of female characters done right?

Because if you are, you’re setting yourself up to be thought as just as vapid and uniformed as those who are only reading for tits and ass. There are legitimate criticisms to be had, but just because you don’t like a thing doesn’t mean it’s bad storytelling. Just because Oda puts something out there that you don’t approve of doesn’t make it sexist. Audiences need to be better at thinking critically about the media they consume and learn to look past the sensationalism of click bait articles to truly explore the issues at hand.

This is getting long again, so I think I’m going to split this into another post where I’ll dive into some specific examples within the series itself. Once again, thank you for your time. I promise I’ll wrap this up soon and move onto other, hopefully more positive, things.

#long post #one piece #things like this make me realize why I'm so bad at twitter #I am literally incapable of being concise #sexism #sarc talks

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