#karma is SOOO gay

[drfirefly08]

how maekabane became a thing

[during their stay in okinawa, after the takaoka situation]

hiroto: i really thought i was gonna die there

karma: yeah...

hiroto: i uh.. actually had one thing in my mind the whole time

karma: oh?

hiroto: i was thinking of how i didnt get to confess my love..

karma, suddenly sad at the thought of hiroto liking someone else: ah, really? you have a crush? who?

hiroto, nervous: i.. well. uh. you. actually.

karma, in disbelief: what

hiroto: its you, idiot

karma, incredibly flustered: i- wha- uh- me? you.. like me??

hiroto: yes dumbass, it'd also be nice if we can be boyfriends

karma, on the verge of passing out: BOY- BOYFRIENDS?? US?? UH I UH SURE

hiroto: ..cute

[clownowo]

I love inventing terrible in universe fandom drama.

Gavintwt fell into a couple months of terrible discourse about Klavier’s sexuality. people argue about whether he's gay or just queerbaiting and then people argue about how this is invasive actually and real people can't queerbait and Klavier is just openly queer the whole time with a song literally titled "my boyfriend is the prosecution's witness". blissfully unaware.

There's a trend of Gavinner stans committing crimes or messing with crime scenes just to be prosecuted/called as a witness by Klavier. he has to put out a formal statement imploring his fans to pursue other methods of getting his attention:

just. please. stop. please.

A few years after the disbarment someone digs up an old viral post that's like

📖 tilthat February 15, 2018 TIL that during a case in 2016, a defense attorney cross-examined a parrot during the final day of court. The defense won the case. 🐢 tortise-law February 15, 2018 Sit your ass the hell down this motherfucker's name is fucking Phoenix Wright and you don't understand how fucking batshit that case is. He was defending prosecutor Miles Edgeworth, who he had previously DESTROYED THE PERFECT RECORD OF. And it STARTS with Wright proving a witness didn't actually see the murder because they were searching for the goddamned Loch Ness Monster. And not only that, the case ends with him ACCUSING THE OTHER PROSECUTOR, MANFRED VON KARMA, OF ORCHESTRATING THE WHOLE MURDER AND KILLING EDGEWORTH'S FATHER. AND HE WAS RIGHT???? LIKE???? 🎩 gay-ramarye February 16, 2018 holy shit reading this guy's wiki page is a fucking trip. not only does he have a perfect win record, that defendant immediately followed this up with FAKING HIS OWN DEATH??? spacejamminninja-deactivated2018 February 16, 2018 How is this not a tv show already. What the hell do you mean he faked his death 🪶 is-the-hawk-video-cute February 17, 2018 tbh if my defense attorney cross examined a parrot and accused the opposing counsel i'd fake my death too 🌸 pinkprincess February 18, 2018 japanifornia cases are just Like That i have never heard of a normal one.

and gavinblr suddenly realizes that that was the dude Klavier got DISBARRED a couple years ago. viral sensation parrot cross-examiner Phoenix Wright. the fandom goes crazy for a few days but then Klavier does a new photoshoot and they all move on.

A post joking about shipping Klavier’s brother with the guy Klavier got disbarred becomes a huge meme in gavinblr and a subsection begins writing ironic Krisnix RPF that progressively becomes genuine and then turnabout trump happens and the fandom explodes again. Half the Krisnix shippers jump ship to Klapollo because they felt weird about shipping a murderer (and did you SEE the Kitaki case? Klavier was sooo flirting with the defense <3). The other half doubled down and reveled in the angst potential. Part of the Klapollo shippers started truthing. They study court transcripts to prove that Klavier and Apollo are in love if not already dating. Unfortunately they’re right.

[brainjvice]

Yapping about Kaiser (again)

No because I was thinking about Kaiser's narcissistic traits and how fucking SPOT ON they are its insane.

The hierarchy. The fact kaiser thinks in hierarchies. And its shown pretty explicitly via that one panel of noa and isagi on the stairs and Kaiser looking at them from below after his delusions got shattered.

That + him perceiving(!) Ness as a dog because he is inferior in his hierarchy scale.

And this is such a dismissed trait yet it's The most important when it comes to how narcissistic people navigate interpersonal relationships.

There's always someone inferior. There may be someone superior, too. Unless you're delusional enough. Then you're actually God.

And to think Ness is the main enabler* of those "delusions", esp when it comes to grandiosity, another narcissistic trait Kaiser displays.

*specifying i am not victim blaming Ness

Without Kaiser taking advantage of his fragility, without Ness grabbing onto the single spark that Kaiser had shown him (via... calling him a loser? Lmfao), the kaiser-centric system in bm would not exist.

So Kaiser went from being dismissed by the whole team due to his antisocial behavior/inability to navigate the "human" world to being praised non-stop and considered the fundamental player in their team.

Considering how Kaiser has never received love or recognition beforehand, he got lost in it and got greedy. Kaiser pre chara development is just your local feral stray cat who you adopted and now believes he is the king of the house. I seriously do not blame him for that ngl.

(Esp since he Is a good player. So his delusions werent actually that delusional yk.)

He does think he is The shit though, except at the time he was a v static player. He got too comfortable in the security of ness' passes, too dependent on it, which made his game more predictable and didn't let him evolve to reach his full potential.

I think, with time, his grandiosity may fade a bit, since to me it was strictly linked to Ness and the kaiser-centric system used by BM. That + it is a double edged sword, since it actually slows you down into becoming your better self. If you alreadythibk you're the greatest, there's not much room left for development.

And Kaiser is smart and is actually quite self conscious enough to not fall in past mistakes, not now that he has finally gotten the grasps of how to become a better player. He is a pro when it comes to survival, after all.

So yeah, grandiosity is def not Kaiser's main trait imo. The hierarchy, his callousness and his sadism (his malice) are probably more "pronounced" in his personality, although neither callousness nor sadism are inherently linked to narcissism.

Now, as I just said, sadism is common in people who display narcissistic behaviour but its not inherently narcissistic. It may be linked to antisociality, as well as trauma or repressed rage.

Kaiser, who's been unable to react to his father's abuse for YEARS, has, in fact, more than a decade worth of repressed rage. Except – once again – he does not rebel to whom he considers stronger/superior in his hierarchy.

In this case he sorta acts like your typical bully. Can't react towards an "authority" so he picks on weaker/inferior people. Kaiser feasts on them. But of course, there's no satisfaction into crushing npcs, yk. Hence all that disney villain type of monologue about how Isagi was finally big enough to devour (gay methinks, but thats not the point). Again. Big enough to get the sadistic satisfaction of crushing him but not too big, at least in Kaiser's mind.

(Except karma is a bitch and so is Isagi.)

Also. Can I say that I love how when Kaiser is not masking, he is the literal definition of the person standing emoji. Which is kinda funny but its actually so fucking real. Whoever has experienced dissociation, depersonalisation or derealization knows the drill. And dissociative disorders are sooo so common when it comes to trauma, esp when it comes to physical abuse. Kaiser's perception of his own body is probably so messed up. He got beat up till he bled like almost every day. Kaiser's body was for his father to use as a punching ball for YEARS. Since he was a CHILD.

So, of course, the second kaiser got actual autonomy on his body (for the first time ever!!!) he asked for a tattoo. Because now he gets to customise it as a way to make it his own.

It's his body now.

Also, his lack of empathy/callousness absolutely comes from trauma. Living in a violent environment, being forced to use your reptilian brain 24/7 does not do well to a child, and definitely doesn't help the correct development of certain parts of your brain when it comes to emotions. And Kaiser is still on survival mode.

Tbh. Kaiser's cptsd is severe and deeply intertwined in his personality and how he acts and lives. Even the hierarchy trait is strictly linked to his childhood: eat or get eaten. His father treated him like an extension of himself, a worthless object.

His ability to read people and to recognise Ness as easy prey probably comes from when he used to steal from people. You know, you need to learn quickly how to spot certain patterns and find the perfect victim to rob. He is used to analyse and read people. He just lacked the ability to manipulate since his experiences with people were limited.

I'm gonna be honest he would be a difficult patient to properly diagnose, considering his backstory. C-ptsd is the only thing I'm certain of.

((I think if his mental state ever becomes a nuisance in Kaiser's plan to become his best version, he would resort to therapy.))

((Much to think about but now im tired so i will end this here))

[tacobellabeanburrito]

Thinking of… Ace Attorney choir Au. Maybe Band Au as well.

Phoenix? Obvious tenor. Theatre kid and art kid? TENOR.

Y’all would think Miles would be the tenor, but nope, he’s an obvious baritone/bass. More baritone than anything but he can hit those low notes.

Larry? I want him to be a bass sooo badly but no, he’s either a baritone or just straight tenor. LITERALLY STRAIGHTEST TENOR TO EVER TENOR. Everyone always assumes he’s gay and he gets worked up about it.

Maya is a mezzo-soprano, obvi. I wanted her to be an alto or straight soprano but I don’t really think it fit her. People’s vocal parts literally fit what they look like. She is a mezzo.

FRANZISKA IS AN ALTO. End of story.

Klavier is such a tenor it’s not even funny. He wants to be a baritone/bass sooo badly. But he has like, one of those really strong tenor voices. There’s no way he hasn’t sung Santa Fe.

Apollo is a baritone… That’s it.

ATHENA. ATHENA. WHAT IS ATHENA. Brother I really can’t decide. Has the tenacity of an alto but the mostly bubbly personality of a soprano. I’ll stick her as mezzo for now.

PEARL? SOPRANO. TRUCY? MEZZO-SOPRANO. Need I say anymore?

Gumshoe is an obvious bass. Lots of basses are himbos and he’s no exception.

As much as I want Kristoph to be a tenor because he thinks he’s so insufferably above everyone else, I have to pick him as a bass. Nobody expects it, they all expect him to be a tenor. He has a beautiful bass voice.

SIMON IS A BASS. FULL BASS. Nothing more to add.

Dahlia is a soprano and Iris is at least a mezzo-soprano or alto. Dahlia’s one of those really bitchy sopranos who never takes a mezzo-soprano part. Iris always bears the brunt of the mezzo-soprano/second work because Dahlia makes her.

Small edit to add the Investigations Crew…

Lang is at least a baritone/bass. I can’t imagine him not being one like come on.

Kay is an alto. Full alto. TRUE ALTO.

Sebastian is a tenor. No, I will NOT take criticism.

Ema is an alto. No question about it.

I think I got mostly everyone? Those are the main ones in the choir. Some of them are in band, orchestra or guard (Miles is in band, Maya is in guard and Kristoph is in orchestra)

The teachers would be, yk, the usuals. Idk Von Karma can be the principal. Lana is the orchestra director, Mia is the choir director and Diego is the band director. Idk, Ray and Justine are still there too. Raymond is baritone and Justine is an alto.

MIA AND LANA ARE OBVIOUS ALTOS. DIEGO IS ALSO AN OBVIOUS BASS.

[girltober]

Shout out to my normie friends who got tumblr just to follow this blog, I'm actually so happy to have y'alls support it warms my heart ❤️

I do feel mildly embarrassed about some of the spicy tmi I've been posting lmao I didn't count on so many of the normies actually caring enough to snoop.

That said, in for a penny in for a pound! Who wants to hear about my Girl Treat?

My #girltreat for being a good brave girl arrived today and its a $200 surgical steel buttplug thats sooo classy and shockingly weighty I love it. I then immediately dropped it in the shower and scuffed it in 3 places 😭😭😭

Irl friends, I know you don't know how tumblr works, but if this is the kind of post you DON'T want to see then I would recommend going into your account settings and working out how to block the tag "girl month nsft" lmao.

But Idk if you don't mind reading it then tbh I don't really mind sharing this stuff. Honestly it feels good to let my freak flag fly so openly and proudly - I've been bottling my weirdo shit up a looong time lmao.

To the friends who are excited to take me to the local gay bar to suck some dick... I'll see you saturday night 😊

(Oh also, not to be a karma whore, but if you enjoy my posts, you can press the heart button to "Like" them. It feels nice to get feedback and know I'm not just monologuing into the void lmao. Also helps me not repeat stuff you already know when we're having in person convos)

[pickleslice]

Not to be a hater but I do hate random love interests like... genuinely, we need to kill them. Specially the pop up gay ones the X-Men have had been giving us lately like... no, stop it. Enough of it.

I will say I mildly forgive Christian Frost cuz he has suffered enough with being Bobby's love interest, that is enough punishment.

lmaooo i forgot christian frost existed what a letdown . he was like a second crazy gay frost sibling and he got to kill their dad and then ended up following bobby around sooo sad

i was mad about nameless winged girlfriend at first but i really like this writer so i’m trusting him to give her an actual personality?? plus her and karma are broken up as of this second issue so 👀👀👀

[dopamindiaries]

They want me to go to hell so badly man that’s ridiculous , and I don’t even say all gays go to hell , I don’t think so , but in my case: my brain gets hot and burning when I sin , or when … you know … the flames of hell are already inside MY head , but karma gonna do its job, I’ll win this stupid fight here and fuck you juice wrld for trying to pull me to your evil sins go suck a dick then if you’re so interested in gay sex. But leave me the hell alone, I WILL FIND LOVE

in fact a straight partner that doesn’t feel intimidated by my way of talking and all, in my world there’s sooo much magic and you? Talk about doing the dishes and I know that’s code and slang but why would I turn gay at 24 I mean I like girls but how they gonn fuck me without the dick? Don’t say… that’s just not gonna happen man.

[yourflowersfirst]

page 252

potential song lyrics? are they any good???

she stopped outside the liquor store, but she’s too young to get in. they ask her why she talks so loud, “what d’you do with all that mouth?”

“well, if you’re not scared of jesus, then fuck around and find out.”

she’s got the radio blasting, crying hard when she arrives. but when they look, they never see her as she’s wiping her “fuck me eyes”.

she’s reviled and revolted and so much fun until you get to know her. you’ll remember her crooked smile, she’ll make damn sure.

she goes to church straight from the club. they say she looks just like her mama before the drugs.

she just laughs and says, “i know, she really taught me well. she’s no good at raising children, but she’s good at raising hell.”

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

pages 253-255

“sooo..” vincent side eyed me thoughtfully, popcorn bag steaming in his hands. “you won’t shut up about him. what exactly do you like about this guy?”

i looked up from my notebook. my pen was dying on the page. “do you want a serious answer, or a stupid one?” vincent had been moved out for a few weeks now; he was over to watch the new fallout show i’d come to love, taking a break in between episodes. we about to start episode 5, our dogs play fighting in the living room, obviously having missed each other. it felt like nothing had changed even though everything had changed. my heart panged painfully in my chest, but snapped out of my sad line of thinking when he replied.

“every answer you give to everything is stupid,” he tried to toss some popcorn in his mouth. it missed, ricocheting off his face, landing on the kitchen floor; karma had struck. fuji swept it up before i could even blink. “i guess both. gimme both.”

i glared at him for the comment, but stood up and began pacing around the kitchen area as i considered what vincent asked. “well. i like his mouth.”

“... really? his mouth?”

“yeah. i like how he says things. how words fit in his mouth. i like the cadence of his voice, remember it clearly in my mind from all those years ago. love his smile when i say something funny, love imagining how the corners of his lips quirk up when i text something sweet or, ya know, ridiculous. it makes me feel like i’ve won something, makes my stomach roll around… makes my heart pound fast enough to make me dizzy.”

vincent snorted. “you’re pathetic, and also gay. what’s the stupid answer?”

“huge balls. biggest balls on a guy i’ve ever seen.”

“booooo! wow, i was right. both of those answers are god damn terrible. also, women can’t be funny, so your cute little description has some issues.”

i walked over and slugged him in the arm, causing him to raise his hands in surrender. i broke out into a grin in spite of myself, my smile as crooked as ever. “you asked! you’re right, though, i am pathetic. sue me.” i felt how stupid my teeth looked when i smiled and made a mental note to finally get an invisalign.

[kirinda]

💕 ONE PIECE

HI SORRY JUST SAW THIS oh god how do i do a readmore im so shy

tjere we go anyways karma baby we love karma!! how do i do this without sounding cringe uh. :) he um. ig from the beginning. idk where exactly hes from like none of the villages we see in show standout enough to me to be like yeah hes from there but i dont think hes from anywhere special just a small town. his moms a baker (this is an inside joke dont worry abput it) and his dads a pirate whos. in jail </3 he got taken by pirates one day and saved by marines which. pretty awesome except that in turn means when he got returned home his dad was taken away which made his mom not so happy ofc. karma enters his homeless era lets go. i think from then on he just kind of went from crew to crew as a cabinboy or other not important roles bc hes sorta really bad at being a pirate. no skills at all.

cut to um. the shows timeline and sabaody. nawt the best place to be. idk exactly How he got his devil fruit actually i didnt think tht far but ik he was absolutely left behind by the crew he got it with on sabaody which NAWT THE BEST PLACE TO BE AS A PIRATE WITH A DEVIL FRUIT. GIVEN THE WHOLE. POACHING AND HUMAN TRAFFICKING GOING ON THERE. so he snuck on board the polar tang when law was leaving bc well he jsut took in a slave maybe hes niceys. hes not niceys

but he didnt kill karma immediately so maybe kinda niceys. karma lies badly that his crew forgot him and if theyre sooo nicey and take him to the next island he will not cause them any trouble. but they didnt forget him he was left for a reason. still he is supposed to leave at the next island but thru pure rizz (and being annoying) he gets to stay w them. im not writing all this part out assume gay things happened. heart. anyways yeah now hes the most useless member of the heart pirates god bless our troops they should have poached him fr

[gotinterest]

Yeah, they aged Romeo up on Iceman... God, besides being an ugly ass comic, tired of pretending Vecchio makes pretty art... what is going on? Are we seriously just doing that besides attempting to explore Bobby and Christian?

Like, god, the whole Rictor hanging out with Iceman and Northstar... Bobby talking about being cool cuz he is gay, the whole pretty art for Twitter posts with "hot" gays...

I will admit that the: "You are my favorite X-Man (After Rictor)" made me chuckle but not cuz of the joke itself but cuz... yeah, most gay people adore Rictor cuz... Rictor is one of the rawest explorations in comic books of what being gay is like.

I'm just tired of Iceman being Marvel's Gay X-Men Character and getting all the focus while characters that organically developed as gay get paid dust like. And also HARD agree on the art it just looks so... polished in a way that feels lifeless.

Like if we want to do a story that focuses on a gay character and a story relating to their gayness there are SOOO manyinteresting possibilities besides "Iceman gets comforted story #473218438563478". Like I'd LOVE to see a gay Mexican writer take on Rictor and do a story that explores him trying to figure out his place in the gay community and how his background affects the way he views himself and his sexuality.

Because like Rictor didn't grow up a white kid from the States. He's a brown Mexican guy. He has a different cultural background than guys like Iceman or Northstar. His experience of being gay is different from theirs. I'd LOVE to see that explored. Like has he tried connecting with the broader gay Latino community, for example? There is so much potential there!

Or even lets get a story about some of the lesbian characters! Like Bling!, Karma... they're right there!

But no the cis white gay man whose coming out was purely a publicity stunt for Marvel. Let's focus all our gay shit on him. Or on Wiccan and Hulkling, for the YA crowd.

[punchitime]

Sooo... I forgot that the "incorrect quotes" thing existed and i made a few things... Again

So in other words here's incorrect (but accurate) quotes i got from these generators since there was too many for the photo limit, which i just copy pasted to here (with minor context for a few)!

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Sterling : I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there... and their fear fuels me.

(Actually EXACTLY how they accidentally scare nearly everyone in the WBVA 9/10 times tho, they just move so silently for no reason and scare people like that by accident.)

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Sterling : If I fall down these stairs, I'm just going to lay down and accept my fate.

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Sterling : BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

(They would say this unintentionally and unironically in a southern accent for no reason)

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Sterling : I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck

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Sterling : What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm fucking pissed.

(random ass southern accent engaged)

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Sterling : Goodnight moon.

Sterling : Goodnight tree.

Sterling : Goodnight ghosts that only I can see.

(they come from a family of mediums... Which that trait carried over to Sterling -)

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Sterling : Died and came back as a cowboy, I call that reintarnation.

(also reincarnated, remembers absolutely nothing tho)

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Sterling : Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

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Sterling : When I see initials carved into a tree with a heart I think it’s so romantic. Two lovers on a date... one of them carrying a knife for some reason.

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Sterling : Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit.

Sterling : Fruits that do live up to their names?

Sterling : Orange.

(A conversation with them while their sleep deprived be like-)

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Sterling : *seductively takes off glasses* Wow, you're... blurry.

(they're legally blind without them so-)

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Sterling , slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

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Sterling : Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

(/j but still, if it was at another scare actor they know they'd yell that)

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Sterling : Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down.

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Sterling : Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.

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Sterling : Theater kids are just choir kids who joined forces with the band and strings kids.

(Sterling was a choir, band, and theater kid in high school. She was all of the above)

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Sterling : I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a “I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences” kinda way.

(y'know the "Golden Receiver and Black Cat friends?" Well Sterling is the the black cat, and knows multiple golden receiver people)

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Sterling : If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

(at anyone who pisses them off)

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Sterling : Is this a good idea?

Sterling : Probably not.

Sterling : Do I care?

Sterling : No.

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Sterling : Yeah I'm LGBT.

Sterling : cuLt leader.

Sterling : God hates me personally.

Sterling : cowBoy hat.

Sterling : *sniffles* Trying my best.

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Sterling : I don’t know the first thing about clothes. Pretty much all I can do is look at something and tell you if it’s clothes or not. This chair? Not clothes.

(if anyone asks how they manage to dress the way they do)

(spoiler alert, they just grab clothes and go. And somehow it works)

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Sterling : I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

(also this)

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Sterling : Sometimes I'll start a sentence and I don't even know where it's going. I just hope I find it along the way.

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Sterling : The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at math.

(her mentally if they accidentally scare one of the boxers and their scared reaction is anger/agression)

(note- moment she sees a possible swing they're RUNNING, completely OUT)

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Sterling : I'm so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me. And I want to be set loose.

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Sterling : Caw caw, motherfuckers.

(Sterling, in her time of... Like a month of living in NYC, had somehow managed to befriend a whole murder of crows. How? Feeding and taking care of one that wasn't doing so well and it calling the whole squad over. But they'd say this to anyone that sees them just feeding and playing with whole ass wild crowd)

(Also, absolutely they keep all the "gifts" that the crows give her in a glass jar that has a painted "Gifts!" With a crow underneath)

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Hairdresser: How would you like your hair cut?

Sterling : Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass.

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Sterling : I tried to write ‘I'm a functional adult’ but my phone changed it to ‘fictional adult’ and i feel like that’s more accurate.

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Sterling : I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.

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Sterling : Pros and cons of dating me.

Sterling : Pros. You'll be the cute one.

Sterling : Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

(@ anyone that was ever romantically interested in them)

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Sterling : Wow, left handed AND British? You really are an illusion.

(Narcis Prince pissed her off on this one, litterally that's it)

[abluescarfonwaston]

Fun fanfiction idea:

Miles crossdresses to avoid being seen in public, and knowing him, it's very convincing. Except for the fact that he's still wearing the exact same shade of red and his hair extensions are the same color.

Maya immediately recognizes him, but Phoenix, being his dense self, takes longer.

Alright which one of you bastards just put me on freaking read? How dare you read me like a freaking children's novel. YOU KNEW I COULDN’T RESIST THIS. Featuring Gender non conforming Miles Edgeworth. Also on AO3

“Earth to Nick.” A cold plastic bag was dropped on his head.

“Ack!” He turned around on the park bench to glare at her. “What was that for?”

“You’ve been totally checked out for like the last ten minutes!”

“I was not! I was completely focused!”

“On what?!” Maya demanded pulling out the ice cream from the bag she’d hit him with and flopping down on the bench next to him. Tearing one open.

“Uhhhh…” His cheeks heated as he glanced back to the focus of his attention. Grabbed the other ice cream to try and cover it. “Nothing.”

It was just… She was beautiful. Silver starlight hair that framed her face and flowed down the curve of her spine. The way her dress hugged the wide expanse of her chest. Pinched down to her narrow hips. The magenta billow of the tail of her dress that still allowed him to see the garters around her muscular calves and thighs when she turned.

She was breathtaking. Just objectively. The kind of women Mia would ask him what kind of conclusive proof he was wearing around his neck to get her to even consider dating him.

She took a step forward in those two inch heels and he swallowed. She was probably at least his height if not taller. Would he have to bounce up on the balls of his feet to kiss her? She’d turn her face up with a teasing smirk and deny him. Did you want something Phoenix?

You know what I want!

Do I?

A kiss! Please!

And that teasing smile would grow just a little bigger and the crinkle under her bespectacled eyes a little softer. Oh I suppose I can do that. She’d angle herself a little lower and kiss him and-

So he might have been a little romantically horny.

Her dog, a big fluffy creature dropped the neon tennis ball at her feet. Play lunging. Tail raised and wagging in anticipation.

She scooped up the ball in her tennis ball throwing… stick. Whatever those were called. Smile widening. His chest twisted. She said something to the dog.

You wanna go? You ready? Is my sweet girl ready?

The dog wiggled. Excitement growing.

She threw back her arm. Go get it! Flung the ball across the park.

Her fluffy beast hurtled after.

“Oh my God Nick.”

Cold ice cream dripped onto his hand jolting him back to his body. He hastily licked it up. Face hot. “Shut up.” I’m allowed to look! I was an art major! I can appreciate beauty while realizing that I’m not allowed to touch!

Or interact in any way with someone so far out of my league.

Gods. She’s pretty.

“Nick is that Edgeworth?”

His head snapped to her then. She wasn’t staring at him laughing at his plight. She was looking at someone in the park.

“What?! Where?!” He tried to follow her gaze to the prosecutor in question. It would be strange to see him out an about. Was he dressed like a normal human being? Was that why she was so surprised? Was he ordering a hot dog from a stand in full Edgeworth Regalia? Gods was he on a run in shorts and a too tight tee, sweaty and slightly disheveled from the exercise?!

He scanned the park as Maya gaped. Jaw working but infuriatingly silent. “Where Maya? I don’t see him.”

If I miss seeing Edgeworth in running shoes and shorts you’re buying your own dinner!

She weakly raised her hand and pointed. Finger shaking.

To… The woman in pink?

He laughed. “What are you talking about Maya?” Just because they’re both gorgeous silver hair people with a preference for light red- bordering on pink-

She cupped her mouth. “Miles Edgeworth!”

He grabbed her. “What do you think you’re doing?!” He glanced at the woman. “See she didn’t even respond!”

“She- he – FLINCHED NICK. It’s TOTALLY HIM! Oh my god!!!” She started to stand. He tried to force her back onto the bench before she humiliated him in front of one of the most stunning people he’d seen in months.

She wiggled free and dashed out towards her.

His life was over. For a moment it flashed in front of his eyes.

… Less of it should have been spent buying food for the woman who was about to be listed as his cause of death!

He scrambled after her. “Maya no!”

“Oh my god! You look so good! Your makeup is on Point!”

“Uh.” She raised the tennis ball stick between her and Maya hiding behind it like a tiny ineffective shield. Face blossoming red. “T-Thank you?” She squeaked out. Her eyes flickered nervously.

Silver. Even her eyes where silver starlight.

He shoved Maya’s head down in an apology bow. “I am SO sorry about her.”

Straighten.

She was taller than him in those heels. Just an inch or three.

His little bi heart was going to give out.

“I-it’s fine.” She laughed airily. Hand grasping at the crook of her elbow as she stared pointedly away.

That felt… Familiar.

“I’m jealous how well you pull that outfit off!”

Her dog trotted right up between them and sat down firmly in front of her. Leaning into her legs and thighs.

Her hand released and buried itself in the thick fur of their fluffy mane.

“We… We should be going.” She fumbled for the leash holstered like Franziska’s whip at her hip.

“Miles?”

She- he – They? Flinched.

Oh. Oh fuck.

“What?! You don’t have to!”

“Don’t run!” He begged hands splayed out wide. Miles looked very much like they wanted to run. “Fuck I’m sorry we won’t tell anyone!”

The hand twitched. Almost to the leash. The dog whined.

Both hands were buried in their mane.

“Did you just curse?” Maya stared at him wide eyed like she’d just found an even better target. Deflated slightly at his and Miles face. Forcibly brightened and clapped her hands together. “What’s your dogs name?”

“… Pess.”

“Aren’t you the handsomest little man Pess? What a sweet puppy!”

“Pess is a lady.”

“The prettiest lady!” Maya immediately began to coo.

He rubbed the back of his neck staring off at the tree line. “Like… You?” He tried to ask.

“Ngh… Not… Not as such no.”

“Oh. O-okay. I mean- it’d be fine if you were! You really do make a pretty lady!”

Fuck.

“Yeah Nick couldn’t stop staring at you!”

MAYA.

“Is… that right?”

He chuckled nervously. “Haha. Maybe? Uh would we… Talk?”

“I… suppose.”

“Can I throw the ball for your dog then?”

“Ah.” He looked at the stick. Handed it to her. “Sure.”

They sat on the bench. Miles tucked the tail of the dress under them. Long fingers splayed on their thighs.

“Sooo… Um.”

“If you’re going to laugh just do it already. Go on. Laugh!”

“…”Miles turned their face away as they spit out the demand. His chest clenched for entirely different reason. “My pronouns are he him?” He tried. The fingers eased slightly as Miles turned and peered at him through those silver bangs. “What are yours?”

There was a long pause as Miles studied him. Face dropped back to their thighs. “He him is fine. Although I do not object to they them in private.”

“Does now count as private?”

“Well I certainly don’t want you using he him right now.”

“Got it.” He threw an arm over the bench and stared at them. Even more breathtaking up close. It was unfair Miles got to be hot in all the genders. He could barely manage the one. “So is this like. A hobby?”

“No not. I enjoy dresses and skirts in a gender defying way not. As crossdressing.” They stared down at their manicured fingers. “The extent of this presentation is…”

He waited for Miles to continue. Pressed when they didn’t. “Is?”

Miles raised their chin. “Someone in my position can’t be seen wearing these sorts of things. I don’t appreciate the attention I receive from merely being openly gay. Much less gender non-conforming.”

“Yeah no I totally get that- I mean you’re a private guy- person? – to begin with. Totally fine!”

There was a weak smile. They tugged on their sleeve. “There is another benefit…”

“Oh yeah?”

“I’m not a high ranked prosecutor like this. There are no eyes watching me.” Yeah I don’t think that’s true in the slightest. “No tabloids itching to catch the demon prosecutor doing something distasteful or vengeful people hoping for a moment to come yell at me. I’m not ‘Prosecutor Edgeworth’ so… I can relax.”

“Oh.” He blinked. Squished his face further into the crook of his arm. “Guess that makes sense.” They stared out at the park. Watching Maya pretend to throw the ball for Pess. Shoulders loose and relaxed. Screw it. “Miles.” He tacked on just half a second too late.

The shoulders pulled up and that red tint returned. Red really was their color. “W-What are you?”

“You’re not Prosecutor Edgeworth right now right? So you’re Miles. Isn’t that right?”

The blush climbed their cheeks up to their ears. “No, you’re Wright.”

“Not right now I’m not. Right now I’m Phoenix.” He stared up through the lashes of his eyes at his childhood best friend. All red and silver starlight. “And I’m sitting on the bench with the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.”

Holy shit! That was almost smooth! That’ll never happen again! It’s so good were sitting down or else I’d have tripped on my shoes and face planted as universal karma for that!

Miles twisted away. Hand coming up to cover their face. He could still see their ears burning red.

“Me too.” Miles mumbled.

“Huh?” He lifted his head slightly. Cocked it.

“The bench. That’s true for me too.”

“Uh. Wha?” The bench?

I’m sitting on the bench with the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.

He fell to the ground. All the blood collecting in his face. “Wha- You- You can’t just!”

Miles turned. A teasing smirk pulling at his face. “Oh haven’t you heard Phoenix?” Fuck. “Turnabout’s fair play.”

Bastard. He grinned. Bastard.

Turnabouts fair play.

[asexyattorney]

Pretty Animated Ladies - A Masterlist

In honour of Pride Month, here are my top 5 prettiest animated girls (Number 1 will totally surprise you).

A\N: I decided to limit myself to one character per property. Decisions have been made purely for aesthetic appeal, not how much I like the character (although I love all of them).

5. Mermista - She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

She has so many iconic looks on the show. I love her regular outfit, and of course her princess prom style is great, but I decided to go with this picture because the hat is amazing.

4. Suki - Avatar the Last Airbender

I can't decide if she's prettier with the Kyoshi make-up or without...

3. Young Eda - The Owl House

The trailer for season 2 just dropped - needless to say I loved Eda before but her younger version with the orange hair is sooo pretty.

2. Shego - Kim Possible

Pretty sure it's a universal experience to have had a crush on her as a kid if you're gay. And it's not hard to see why.

1. Franziska von Karma - Ace Attorney

Huge surprise, I know. Who'd have thunk? Anyway Franziska is super pretty and has perfect fashion sense. If you disagree, you are foolish fool who believes in foolish foolishness.

[dorindameddler]

amrit coming out to his grandma on family karma was sooo intense and emotional. his parents and uncle were so supportive they really got the grandma to gay acceptance in ten minutes

[w0rlds--away]

Lab rät - Chpt. 2

The cold glare of 035 burrowed into him. ‘Well fuck me with a chainsaw.’ He had a choice, at least. He didn’t have any other vessels here, and he can’t remember the last time he was even allowed to have another body. So, he had to take it. He knew he was going to regret this later. He begrudgingly responded, “Okay, okay. Yeash. I get it, Drama king. I’ll work with you.”

035 held it’s hand down to him, and pulled Bright up. Muttering under his breath, he looked at it hesitantly. From just being around it, he was getting a gradual headache. Oh, and on another note, he was covered in blood. ‘Fucking fantastic!’ So, he quickly turned around and kicked the corpse. I think what was its arm just fell off of the once living human

But, as karma had it, it was the bad foot. He let out a hiss and leaned against the wall. An amused chuckle sounded off behind him. “Fuck Oooooff!” he groaned out, only making the scp laughed louder.  He turned around, facing Mr. Masky. After letting out a sigh, he then asked, “Okay. So, where to?”

035 just gestured to him to follow, and the two began to wander down the hall. The deformed walls seemed to drive in that horror movie aesthetic. ‘Would it be gay or masturbation if I fucked a clone of myself?’ As he pondered this important question, another thought popped into his head. He loosely knew the scp, but had no clue about how it worked. Hm.

Bright cleared his throat, “Hey, this might be an awkward question, but could I touch your weird black goop?” he didn’t even wait for an answer. He reached forward, and touched the mysterious liquid. It was some off brand acid. A harsh moan escaped his throat. Like, it wasn’t a thing out of pain. It was erotic.

He jerked his hand back, and his face blumed into a bright rose.  A snort came out, before he busted into laughter. The mask just stared at him, confused. “Did… Did you just get off to being burned by me?” The shellshocked scp asked, before following Jack in laughing.

“Hey, Masky~ Wanna get sum fuck?” He quizzed, a smug look on his face. 

035 just jabbed back, “Sooo, you’re into acid AND dead bodies?” 

Then it hit them. 

Oh. 

OH. 

The vessel was dead. 

“Okay, no. But, you’re kinda alive! How illegal would it be?! Wait, could you even get it up?”

The two bickered back and forth, going down the halls, and then they went silent. There was something moving in the corridors. So, preparing to run, they moved as quietly as they could. But, then 035 noticed something. There were multiple footsteps. So, he went away from Bright, Stepping into the center of the halls and said, “Hey Doc.”

[bodyswapmischief]

Tales of the Sculptor: Origins

If you passed me on the street, you'd probably not remember who I was. Not because I would make you forget, but because I look so average. I'm not attractive or ugly. I'm not skinny, buff, or fat. I'm some where in between. I wasn't gifted with insane intellectual, creative, or athletic abilities. I was just another face in the crowd.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to be special and I knew I could have it much worse. But, everything change once I developed my abilities. You see, I can change another person's body, but never my own. Bodies becomes clay in my hands and I transform them. I've always tried to use these powers for good. I have help people gain or regain control over their lives. But, every time there is a consequence. The person I transformed gets a part of their personality changed. This has lead to some interesting situations, but also some terrible problems.

In my travels, I have meet others like me. People who have been gifted with transformation and shifting abilities. Whether they be mad scientist, magic users, cursed, or genetically gifted, these individuals all had a unique way of using their powers. Although there has been many people who also used their powers for good, I have witnessed many evil acts done by some with these abilities. And, Now I think I have committed one these horrible acts. I think I have made a mistake.

In these last days, I can only reflect on my journey and how I ended up here. I can only hope who ever reads this collection can find some understanding to what I did and why I did it. So, I guess now it's time to start from the beginning. How I discovered my power and the first person I changed, my origin story.

I discovered these abilities, when I was 18. I had just graduated high school, and decided not to immediately go to college. I had no plans for my life, so wasting money going to college without having a goal seemed like a bad idea. Instead, I went to work and looked for inspiration in the real world. I was free to explore who I was ... well almost. As fate would have it, someone else decided to not seek the college route. My bully, Bruce Mathews, throughout my whole educational life.

In high school, Bruce was the quarterback of the high school football team. He was insanely attractive. His dark hair was perfectly styled. His jawline was chiseled perfectly. His blue eyes stared right into your soul. You could say, I was attracted to him. I mean who wasn't. But he made everyday a living hell. And those feelings of love turn to fear, sadness, and confusion.

To the outside world, he was mister perfect. The whole school was on his side. His body was ripped from his sports workouts. His arms popped with muscle. His legs where made of pure power. His chest looked good, as his pecs strained against his shirt. He was the only person at the school with an 8 pack. He had the body of a god. The girls loved him. The guys wanted to be him. And, the staff/teachers made sure he was taken care of.

He had the power to make or break your social life. If he hated you, you would become an outcast. Name calling and verbal put downs where very common to these poor victims. But, I had it the worst. I was his number one target. As a result, I got the honor of also getting my ass kicked, regularly, by him and the rest of the football team. This ugly side of him ended up getting the better of him, when he decided to drink and drive. He got into a car accident by swerving into a store, in the middle of the night. As a result, he lost his scholarship, got rejected from his college, spent some time in jail, and was indebted into paying for the damages. So ... yeah karma got him. But, it didn't help me. Because now he was still around and even angrier.

I was walking back home, through some old railroad tracks. When I saw Bruce sitting on a log and drinking from a bottle. I quickly looked away from him and start walking past him. But, he got up and walked to me. He was wearing a muscle shirt and his muscular arms were on full display. His chest was rock hard. And, the tight muscle shirt outlined his abs. He grabbed me and pulled me up to his face. His breath smelled like alcohol.

"What the fuck you looking at fag!" He yelled as he pushed me to the floor. He then got on top of me and used his whole weight to pin me down. With the weight of the muscled jock on me it was becoming harder to breathe. With the flexing of his arms, he began punching me. The first few hit my chest and arms. Immediately, I felt an intense pain. And, I didn't know how much more I could have took. Then out of nowhere one hit my face and my eye sight went black for a second. I was completely left dazed. (He is going to kill) I thought to myself.

With a surge of adrenaline, I was able to free my arms. As, he aimed to punch me again, I grabbed his arm. I tried to talk to him, but only disoriented mumbling noises come out of my mouth. Meanwhile he kept drunkenly cursing at me. I felt myself losing the tug of war with his arm, as one of my hands braced his forearm and my other hand cupped his bicep. Suddenly, I felt less force being used to pull away from me. And his rock hard arms start to feel soft and squishy. Suddenly his whole arm slipped out of my grasp.

We both look at his arm, now it was stick thin. The mountain-like bicep was gone. The sturdy forearm was weak a fragile. Even his hand became smaller. It looked deformed on the rest of his big muscular body. "What the fuck did you do ... to me?" He yelled and then he decided to punch me with his other arm. Again, I grabbed it. And another tug of war occurred, with the same results and sensations.

He got off me and stumbled to the ground. I used that as my chance to flee. But, I looked back to see his eye turning red, with tears, as he examined his new arms. Still in a drunken haze of confusion. He saw me running away. He struggled to lift up his heavy body with his weak arms, so he yelled. "Come back you gotta fix this." But, I kept running. Reaching my house, I was extremely tired and instantly fell asleep.

I woke up the next day, confused if yesterdays events even occurred. But, I saw the bruises on my face on body. (Maybe I had some weird concussion induced dream) I thought to myself. My parents already left for work. I got dressed and made my way downstairs. When I heard a knock at the door. I was shocked to see Bruce standing in front of me. His muscular body still towering over me. However, this time he didn't have a form fitting shirt on. Instead, he was wearing an over sized sweater.

He weakly grabbed me by the collar. "Nobody is here right." He whispered. I just nodded yes. Then he tried to push me inside, but he failed to even move me an inch. Instead, I just walked back into the house, allowing him to follow me. He sighed and closed the door, as he followed me inside. I was just speechless and confused. Then he looked me straight in the eye and said "You gotta help me." He started taking off his sweater. Underneath he was shirtless. His massive pecs and 8 pack were the first things to come out. Then. I realized the truth once I saw his tiny arms. (It wasn't a dream).

"You gotta change me ... you gotta help me." He begged. I stood their in disbelief. "I don't even know what I did." I replied. "Look you little shit. I might not have my arms. But, I still have my legs, chest, and abs. If you don't help me, I'm going kick your ass." He yelled. With his small arms he grabbed my hands and weakly pressed them against his body. Scared my instincts took over. Not wanting him to kick my ass and wanting to fix what I did to him, I slid my hands to his arms. Again they felt soft, but with each heart beat they pumped up with muscle. Suddenly, he pushed me away.

"What the fuck are you doing." He yelled. "I want you to drain me from my muscles, not give them back." "What!?" I gasped in absolute shock. "Why?" "I realized something after, I sobered up and calmed down, yesterday. I hate my body. I always have. I hate being a big strong muscle jock." He said with complete honesty, while I stood there with my mouth open in shock. "I'm gay by the way. No one knows. Everyone excepts me to be this tough guy. But, I want to be small. I want a big strong man to take care of me. The truth is I had a crush on you in school. But, I hated that fact. So, I took it out by kicking your ass. By making you the monster." His voice now pained with guilt and regret. "Truth is ... I wanna be a twink" he shook his head and laughed "And now you can help ... you can change me. I already ruined this life. Turn me into a completely different person, so I can start again."

I looked at him. My bully confessing everything to me. All the things he did to me, why would I help him? But, my moral compass took the best of me. And , I placed my hands on his rock hard body. Instantly muscle evaporated off his body. His thick arms became sticks again. His chest flattened out, as I rubbed my hands on them. His abs were washed away with one brush of my hands. I continued rubbing different parts of his body. As these parts became clay in my hands, they started to shrink and become less defined. Less muscular. Smaller. Suddenly he started shrinking, until he was smaller then me. I made some changes to his face, but for the most part kept it the same. My hands slipped as I accidentally touched his crotch, shrinking his dick and balls as a result. He only moaned out in pleasure. His transformation was done as he cummed, all over the floor. His eyes glazed over.

"I'm sooo ... sorry for everything I put you through." He said to me. His voice was softer and lost any ounce of toughness. "I hope you can forgive me" he continued. Any presence of power left him. Now in front of me was a timid little twink. I understood what happened. I changed him and now his personality shifted. "Um ... now that your the big one. I mean you don't have to. But, since I have had a crush on you. And, I'd like to repay you. Can you ... um please... um fuck me." He shyly said, his checks becoming red.

I just nodded. As we embraced each other. Slowly making out. My body wrapped around his smaller frame. He adjust to suck my dick. And, I chuckled in disbelief, as my ex bully is now the little weak one who just wants to please me. I lift him up on the bed. With erotic thoughts of his transformation in my head, I shoved my hard on into his tight little ass. We both climaxed and laid next to each other, catching our breath.

He leaned over and kissed me. "Thank You." He said. He took my clothes and walked out of my home. They were still to big for him, but they fit better than his old ones. I never heard from him again. But, I heard he made his way to California to live the best off his twink life.

That was my first time having sex and the first use of my power. It is also, only, the first part of my story.