#like when my mom complains about my issues with authority but like she's the one who let me grow up with *Sonic*

[coockie8]

apparently I just have to go all the way back to the beginning and replay every single Sonic game in existence to see if I can pinpoint exactly when this series morphed into Cosmic Horror, or if it was just always like this and it simply went over my head as a child lmao

[haechvn]

Dating Shuri Udaku Headcanons

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Fluff, Toxic!Shuri, Angst and Smut since yall nasty asf

Summary/Request: I got so many requests for an update so here it is!

Word Count: 1k words

Author’s Note: I decided to make her mean since you hoes wanna be treated like shit or whatever. I'm getting back into my groove with this one for sure. 18+ MDNI fr or imma beat yall ass. NEED MORE SHURI GIFS WTH

Taglist: @inmyheadimobsessed @theblacksuccubus @melodykisses @blackhottie25 @tonakings @coalmistyy @szalipcombo @prettyluhlaiiii @yelenabelovasgf @callmeoncette @clqrosmgc @theblacksuccubus @cherios @shuris-whore @nut4shuri @gaspyghosttt @elliesdinosauar @idkhersposts @ziayamikaelson @trinthebean @sleepingnova @yunhofingers

Credits: @anitalenia for the super cute dividers get into itttt

Fluff 

Cooks breakfast for you every morning after the two of you have sweet and reckless nights together 

Loves getting the two of you matching sets of grillz. Gold, silver, diamond studded. It doesn't matter

Brings you alongside her for all of her council meetings as she truly values your opinion and wants you to be involved and know your role in leading the nation with her

Has a throne for you next to hers 

Trains you with the Dora because she doesn’t want what happened last time with Namor to ever repeat itself

Buys you whatever you want right off each and every runway during all the major Fashion Week shows

Always get the biggest section when y’all got out and you betta be shaking that ass cause she gon be throwing them bills babyyyy

The amount of decorated hotel rooms you get from her is ridiculoussss. She’ll decorate a whole hotel for you just because she loved seeing your smile in the morning.

Always has her hand in yours no matter what the two of you are doing. Even hold your hand while you two brush your teeth

Never breaks eye contact with you while the two of you are speaking

Has more that 100 nicknames for you

Toxic/Angsty 

Purposely starts arguments with you because it turns her on to see you riled up and she can’t stop thinking about you putting her back in her place

Used a bit too much of her strength on you during training and you had to stay in the hospital for a few nights. She locked herself in her room and couldn’t even stand to look at you when you were released. 

Sometimes she lacks empathy because she believes she’s gone through the worse shit. She definitely gaslights you sometimes and walks away if you complain to her about having family issues

“Wow. It’s so sad you argue with your mom everyday. Where’s mine? Oh yea right. I’m done listening”

Tries to deny that she felt anything for RiRi but will constantly talk about how beautiful she is just to get you jealous. You end up beating her ass bc wtf

One of those lesbians that doesn't like when you talk to other women bc why the fuck would you?

Will look you dead in the eyes and tell you that you aren’t more important than her work and you should just leave her alone and spend the money she gives you. She sent 2 mil to your account while you stormed out of the lab

She’ll deny you sex because she didn’t like the way you spoke to the Dora earlier that morning. You said hi 

She sometimes embarrassed by the lack of strength you have. Like tighten up tf

“Can you stop touching me? Even the Dora don’t smother me this much.”

Hates when you constantly run your hands through her hair like she didn’t just get it done

Kisses her teeth when you try to shake your ass and it doesn’t move the way she want it too

“Try harder maybe? Ugh just stop actually. You look cringe doing that” LIKE WHERE'S YOUR ASS MA'AM????

Smut

Shuri likes when you eat her pussy with her panther suit on. Yes. That part is cut out 

She has different grillz for eating your pussy and then ones for eating you ass— SHE A BOTTOMFEEDAAAA

Shuri loves pressing her kimoyo beads against your clit and sending intense vibrations there. Rose toy who???

She eats your pussy at night sometimes because if you look hard enough while she’s making your head spin, her inner bottom lip glows softly with her vibranium tattoo, being the only source of light in the room

LOVES WHEN YOU DRILL HER SHIT TO THE POINT THAT SHE CANT BREATHE AND TRIES TO GRASP AROUND BUT SHE CANT BC THE VIBRANIUM CUFFS TOO STRONG EVEN FOR HER SO SHE HAS TO BEG YOU TO RELEASE HER EVEN THOUGH SHE KNOWS YOU WON’T AHHH

Can literally eat you out for hours and against your (consented) will, she definitely does

RIDES YOU IN THE NASTIEST SLOPPIEST WAY LIKE SHE LOVES SEEING YALL CREAM MIX AND IS OBSESSED WITH HOW STICKY SHE IS AND HOW MUCH STICKIER YOU ARE UGH SHE PRESSES HER LIPS AGAINST YOUR AS IF SHE CAN GO INSIDE YOU BYEEEEEEE

SHE AINT NO FAKE GAY NO MA’AM

Wakes you up most mornings with her lips sucking and teasing your breast bc babe she can’t get enough

BOTTOM!SHURI LOVES WHEN YOU SIT ON THE THRONE AND SHE TRIES TO MAKE HERSELF CUM OVER AND OVER RIDING YOUR THIGH WHILE YOU SIT ON HER THRONE OH WOW

SHE WHINES SO MUCH AND IS NOT QUIET AT ALL. Constantly getting complaints from everyone in the palace

Likes getting her ass devoured. SORRY NOT SORRY 

Kissing you alone get her wetter than river Niger omgggg (I’m African and this how we say it PLS)

Constantly talking you through EVERYTHING she does to you

“You take my fingers so well”

“Hmm, you know I love when you squeeze around me like that. Fuck, do that again.” (THE WAY SHE ROLLS HER R’S UGHHH)

“Please, I can’t take it. I-I… Fuck you feel so good. Don’t stop fucking me, put me in my place”

Never breaks eye contact with you when she’s drilling the shit out of you 

LOVES WHEN YOU FUCK HER FACE WITH ALL THE STRAPS SHES MADE IN THE LAB

Literally she’ll be in the lab with her goggles on with all her tools scattered all of the table and gets wet picturing you standing over her and using her mouth like a toy OMG

Loves when you tie her up with pink and purple ribbons and stuff her mouth with your panties BYE

LIKES BEING BLINDFOLDED AND WEARING FLUFFY EARMUFFS SO YOU CAN DO ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING TO HER AND GIVING YOU FULL CONTROL

WHITE FLUFFY EARMUFFS WITH PINK RIBBONS AND HER CURLY HAIR SHAKING AROUND EVERY TIME SHE MOVES

[fandomfreakstudios]

heyoooo what do you think about bojack's love interests (pc, wanda, (((ana))), gina) who appeared throughout the show?

Ooh fun fun ask!

Princess Carolyn:

Obviously I love PC, you can’t not. I think Bojack’s treatment of her at the very beginning was a massive product of early s1 being written in a certain way, and the show needing to commit to that introduction. The way he treats her, with that level of casual cruelty in the beginning (cheating on her and not caring, being so inconsistent and holding her at arms reach) just doesn’t… match the way he treats his other long term relationships. He’s never shown cheating on any of the other three mentioned, or insulting them, or otherwise acting overly cruel. But he is shown being more like that towards hookups especially in any sort of aftermath. So yeah, feels like a product of early s1 but the show ended up making something impactful out of it.

Of course this was the jumping point for one of my favourite relationships to explore in the show so I can hardly complain. I think in-universe the explanation would just be that Bojack had completely given up with her. She’s seen too much of him, she’s too close to him, so there’s no way she could truly love him (and he ignores any and all signs that point to otherwise). He’s used to the relationship though, she’s nice to have around, she does make him at least a bit happy, so he keeps her around.

I think eventually he realizes he’s holding her back, and he realizes he’s dragging her down and a waste of her time. And I think part of him already knew. He ends up firing her, and he claims she thinks he wasted her 30s. She doesn’t think he wasted her 30s, but Bojack claiming she thinks that is his ass backwards way of claiming HE thinks that.

Anyways! the whole character arc of PC learning to let go is some of the most amazing character development the show has to offer, fully deserving of its own post. I couldn’t do it justice here when it’s sharing the floor with other characters in this post, but I love it so much nonetheless.

Wanda Pierce

Ough! I love her, she deserves more love. I think Wanda was rather emotionally screwed over. She was essentially being used as a tool by Bojack to act as his fresh start. She wasn’t given the relationship she deserved or thought she would be getting.

It never would have worked, because bojack’s choice of her as a partner is an attempt to escape his past and his responsibility.

It’s a massive theme in season 2, and I think Wanda is an amazing culmination of the idea that you can’t escape who you are. Bojack can pretend to be this person, but Wanda gets close to him and gets to know him through his actions and not through this charismatic projected persona, and thus the real Bojack catches up to him. This is, of course, repeated with Charlotte at the end of the season.

Ana Spanakopita [sigh]

As much as we hate it, this was still a very central relationship in Bojack’s life.

Ana was very… representative of a lot of Bojack’s issues with authority and mentally unsafe dominance. She’s his mother, that’s all there is to it. She’s Beatrice if it was possible to impress Beatrice through his acting skills.

It shows how Bojack tends to drift towards a familiar pain and discomfort, simply due to the fact that it’s familiar. He’s used to having someone in his life who’s mean, and dominant, and hard to impress, because of his mother. He sees his mom in ana, but a version of his mom that he has a chance of getting some amount of appreciation from

Gina Cazador

I know I talked big game with PC about how much I love her….. But Gina’s my favourite. What can I say, I like the Philbert season.

Anyways! Gina’s interesting, because Bojack, in his relationship with her is somehow simultaneously the most and least self aware he’s ever been in a romantic relationship. Fully aware he has massive capacity to damage her both physically and emotionally, while simultaneously being practically asleep at the wheel due to his addiction. I love Gina as a character, a tragic and stark picture of Hollywood abuse, especially in her plea to Bojack to keep the choking incident secret so it doesn't define her career.

So yeah, two months later here's my answer. Hopefully it was at least a bit worth the wait. I have no excuse, I'm very distractible. I still stand by everything old I wrote, and I love any opportunity to talk about these tragically underrated characters

[yinwaryuri]

It's easy to complain about how MSP left any address toward homophobia to the last episode and it remained fairly mild but I really wanted to point out what things about it were incredibly significant.

They could have kept it like Bad Buddy where it was a universe where it didn't really exist or just wasn't mentioned. They could have totally done that. I wouldn't have blamed them for that choice either, considering the tone of the series remaining so lighthearted throughout. Homophobia is more than just a serious issue - it can have dangerous implications. The closest this show wanted to get with danger was Gun's mom needing surgery, so before watching the episode I was really curious about how they would handle it.

Starting from the beginning of the episode and seeing the contrast between Gun telling his mom about Tinn, and Tinn's mom seeing how scared her son is and deciding not to ask. Gun has such a wonderful relationship with his mother. She's all he has for family and they have come to love and depend on each other so much, and the show has given us enough clues to the way she thinks that her supporting her son without issue was no surprise. Tinn's mother has been set up to appear that she feels differently, but it all boils down to her worrying for him rather than about him. Tinn gets his supportive, protective way of loving from her (which is the sweetest thing to me, considering their relationship isn't as strong). All she wants is for him to go through life without having to jump over hurdles for his happiness. Considering the privileges he's had as her son, it troubles her that he felt any reason to hide his true relationship with Gun and only wants to assure him that he could have come to her about it earlier. She sees his fear and rightly decides to let him come forward when he chooses.

The deal with the photo outing them and how all that goes down was interesting. It goes without saying, whoever took the picture had no business posting about them and it's unfortunate they never get found and reprimanded for their actions. What I loved was how the show chose to demonstrate how attitudes have really changed among younger generations. The whole conversations about "no one cares!" and "I think we were too afraid in the beginning," were really great points to make. The more exposure the younger generations have had to queer identities through media and people being open about them in real life, the more freedoms we have gained. Sometimes letting fear hold you back can suffocate you. Being outed is awful, but showing that you can not be a jackass about it is important. Also, don't go after my boy Gun for trying to give them a cover story, because this was the one circumstance where he saw Tinn being more at risk than him and he acted the way he thought Tinn would for him. It ended up not really mattering anyway, because people supported them and Tinn understood that's what Gun was trying to do.

And then we got the few bad opinions from the older generation. From a teacher they had all previously respected! Because unfortunately, disappointingly, that is so incredibly common. Even his way of trying to explain "oh I don't actually hate you guys I just don't take you seriously," was so important to include. Homophobes will try to twist their ideas into something that's less than the hateful bullshit it is and out themselves being as reductive as they truly are. Of course, it got escalated for the sake of run time and getting the issue dealt with immediately. Thank you Kajorn for having a pretty awesome come to jesus gay moment.

Finally, my favorite part!! Tinn's mom not only making it clear she's okay with his relationship but explaining just how offensive his teacher had actually been. I really thought her position as the school principal would remain as a wedge between her and Tinn because it was treated that way for so long. I didn't expect it to have any more use than that. But having an authority figure of a school openly call out their colleague and show support for her students meant so much to me! Reminder: this story sets out to say that teen's experiences are not trivial and they're people with hopes and dreams and struggles and have much less say in their daily lives. Adults stepping up and supporting children is so necessary. Adults stepping up and protecting queer children is a desperate need. Any other school principal doing less than that is unworthy of their job. And it goes without saying that being his mother and being so openly supportive before he's even had a chance to ask her is just the cherry on top.

The homophobia arc wasn't for everyone but it had intent and purpose and it executed it just right for me. It said "yeah we know it's there but it's horseshit tbh so we're having our boys sing to each other on stage knowing the most important people in their lives have their back." And then they got to say "I love you" and share their first kiss in the privacy they deserved.

[pascaloverx]

Stranger?

Part Five

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Author's note: This fanfic is set in the creation of Jenny Han. Conrad Fisher and other characters mentioned in the future do not belong to me. I hope you like this fanfic, depending on how it goes, I'll decide if this fic will have more parts or just this one. This fanfic is recommended for all audiences, there will be no adult content in it, only possible inappropriate language and alcohol consumption.

You wake up feeling something warm next to you, as if you were curled up. When you remember that you and Conrad slept together last night. In your car, in the middle of the night. You notice Conrad is underneath you, sleeping like a baby. But as soon as you wake up you feel how uncomfortable it is to sleep in the back seat of the car, letting out a groan of pain with each attempt to get out from Conrad's arms.

"It's not polite to wake someone up like that, you know?" Conrad still speaks with his eyes closed and you smile slightly as if you had been caught doing something wrong.

"Why aren't you polite? I did my best not to wake you up." You say indignantly.

"Don't leave my arms before I wake up, I might feel abandoned." You laugh, watching him make drama.

"Next time I'll wake you up with slaps, I want to see if you'll like it." You say, standing up and helping Conrad get up too.

"Sleeping in this car was a thousand times better than I ever imagined, you know?" Conrad smiles charmingly, looking into your eyes as he says that. Considering how you both spent last night, you might expect him to complain about a sore back, but it seems like sleeping together was worth it.

"I would have preferred to sleep in a bed, but I can't deny that your company isn't the worst..." You say, teasing Conrad.

"I'd be offended if I didn't know from what we went through yesterday that you loved my company." Conrad says, all proud, and you look at him disapprovingly.

"Changing the subject, where did your brother and Belly go?" You try to shift the topic before it gets awkward.

"They went to sort out their couple issues in Jeremiah's car." Conrad speaks with such subtlety that you wouldn't even think he's one of the issues in that couple.

"Don't you think we should invite them for coffee somewhere nearby?" You say, wrapping your arms around Conrad's shoulders. You even run your fingers through his hair gently, hoping he'll support your idea.

"I think we could go back to the car and drive far away from them..." Conrad's suggestion comes in a joking tone, but you sense that it might be what he's really feeling.

"Unfortunately, Prince Charming, this Cinderella needs to get home before her mom starts worrying." Knowing your mother, she would send half the world after you before the end of the day if you didn't go home soon.

"No problem. I'll take you home after breakfast." Conrad says with a gentle smile. You watch him closely as he hugs you from behind, resting your head on his chest.

"If you're taking me home, let's at least say goodbye to Jeremiah and Belly. What kind of first impression will they have of me if I don't even wave goodbye?" You say, holding Conrad's hands tightly around your body. The truth is that it's a little cold on the beach and Conrad is a great substitute for a blanket.

"First impressions are overrated; let's save the good impression for the second time." Conrad suggests, and you feel like he's hinting that you'll see them again, possibly meaning you'll keep seeing him too.

"Let's say goodbye to your brother and Belly quickly before I leave you alone with them and take off." You say, pretending to threaten. Conrad looks at you as if unsure if you're joking or not but ends up laughing before you both go to bid farewell to Jeremiah and Belly.

As you and Conrad approach Jeremiah's car, you notice that he and Belly are lying together, with Jeremiah tenderly caressing her. You sense that this might bother Conrad, so you glance at him, offering some form of comfort. However, he seems surprisingly okay—almost as if yesterday's argument with Belly never happened. You allow yourself to imagine that he's moving on, perhaps even becoming enchanted by you.

"The lovebirds could do us the favor of coming to say goodbye." Conrad says, tapping on Jeremiah's car window. The couple in front is taken aback, and you scold Conrad, giving his arm a playful smack.

You turn away, attempting to give Belly and Jeremiah some privacy. Conrad gives you a mockingly complaining look about the arm smack. You murmur a "serves you right" as you run your hand over the "injured" arm.

"I thought we were going to have coffee together..." Jeremiah says, adjusting himself while Belly fixes her slightly tousled hair. You smile, realizing that not even you and Conrad managed to do that.

"The princess here needs to go home, and I can't let her go alone." Conrad says, surprising you with how he skillfully turns things in his favor.

"No need for that. You can stay with your brother, and I'll go home just the way I came here—alone." You assert. Jeremiah and Belly seem to be enjoying the spectacle as Conrad reacts to the suggestion that he stays with them.

"As you can see, she needs me. But honestly, I'd like to thank both of you for coming here looking for me." Conrad declares, catching you off guard. Even though you've known Conrad for a short time, you can't help but feel a certain pride in him.

"Whatever you did to him, keep doing it." Jeremiah says, addressing you. "But honestly, no need to thank us. Both Belly and I care about you and just want to see you well." Jeremiah looks at both you and Conrad. It's heartwarming to see how these siblings genuinely care for each other.

"And sorry if the three of us went too far yesterday, making our first time together seem weird. I promise next time we'll try to be better..." Belly apologizes, addressing you.

"Don't worry, I heard first impressions are overrated. I think next time, everything will be better." As you say this, there's a shared understanding among the group, and a sense of relief washes over. Conrad shoots you a grateful look. With smiles exchanged, you and Conrad finally head off, leaving Jeremiah and Belly behind.

"You know you just confirmed that you'll see them again, which means I completely seduced you, and you'll keep seeing me." Conrad speaks using a mischievous tone. You look at him in disbelief.

"I don't remember mentioning you. I think you need to improve your hearing, babe." You say as you stand as the two of you are getting into the car. You and Conrad then decide in the car that you will go after his car and that he will follow you home. You say there's no need but Conrad doesn't seem to want to let you get home unaccompanied. You smile as he says that from what he observed yesterday, my mother wouldn't like him if he wasn't a real gentleman to me. You smile, feeling defeated by the fact that he wants to meet your mother and want to see you again. For a few moments you wish he wasn't there in love with someone else. You then make your way to your house...

[diorncoke]

I think I’ll keep you here in my arms forever ୧⋆｡🔑

˚⋆ �� °˖ summary: reader never thought her life would become something more than just being a sick teenager with a rare skin disorder. she definitely didn’t expect to have one of the most potent aliens on the planet to be fond of her.

˚⋆ 🕊️°✩⋆ authors note: i ran to write this because, my goodness, does it make sense lmao:,) — word count: 3.1k

🛸 characters: transformers: rise of the beasts:, unicron, / x black! fem! little! reader ♡

🛸 content warning(s): no set plot line, mentions of wounds, descriptions of skin issues, talks of money problems, the word ¡slave! used on multiple occasions, bottle feedings, cuddles, fluff, littles are knowledgeable, cliche asf ;) — third person pov!

🛸 before reading: her dress & bottle, https://pin.it/fvoSBYJ , https://pin.it/2pSc9aG

🫧*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Reader twiddles her sandal-covered toes in the passenger seat of her older brother's car. He had come into this vehicle from doing some underground work. He never told her anything except his adrenaline rush when he begged the wheel in said car. Sitting in the same car, she pushed her tiny fingers against the dashboard, feeling relaxed from the vents tingling against her red patch.

The siblings sat in the parking area of their apartment complex where their mother lay sleeping, for goddess knows how long her shift would be in the morning. Taking care of a sick child who didn’t even have enough mental energy to do online school, let alone get a full-time job to support her family. She hates watching her brother hold a simple cup of coco milk that he crushed her medicine in—in comparison, rushing to put breakfast on the table for their mom. All she was was a burden.

The rain hit the windows of the vehicle, watching the raindrops race against one another in her mind. Secretly she hoped one of the rights won against the other raindrop. She smiled as she cheered loudly in her head.

The excitement died, feeling small patches were highlighter red and hurt like a semi-truck hitting a Honda. Taking a sharp breath intake feeling her stomach cramp from another patch forming from the a/c being too uncool. It wasn’t something she wanted to state to her brother, all he wanted to do was help, and she was complaining about it not being good enough.

“Come here.” Noah carefully lifted the reader from the passenger side, grimacing at how light the teen felt. God, when had she lost all this weight? He could feel her ribs through his shirt. He knew the girl ate - he made sure of it. Constantly bombarding her with snacks and bottles of Ensure - he knew sometimes the meds did weird things to her metabolism and eating patterns, but she still should have had more meat on her bones.

The chilled feeling of his leather jacket hitting her delicate skin felt lovely. She could take a nap right here in the arms of her protector. Her bony arms found their way against his shoulders, giving him a cold hug with all the strength she could.

“You’re being cute. What’d you do?” Noah chuckled, feeling her ruffle her fingers against their similar hair between her fingers. She fought back a smile from underneath her chin, even though she was terrible at hiding it. Her nose scrunched, feeling him twiddle his fingers underneath her lip. Knowing each crevice of her face would make her giggle and give up her wants.

“Just missed you.” Noah smiled quietly, knowing she had seen it anyways. He distracted himself by placing his large hand on her stomach to lift the remaining texture up and away from her irritated skin.

“Feels good?” He questioned, holding her head against his chest with a soft kiss against it.

“Mmhm. The car is pretty. Did you name them?” Reader answered sweetly, rubbing her fingers against the roof of the car. There was something so pretty about the car. It was like a shiner new toy from the store. It was outshining her old ones in her toy chest.

She had never been inside something so expensive in her life. With her skin condition, a cooling feeling helped her hives calm themselves down tremendously. But with being low income, they couldn’t afford an a/c. Let alone a proper one.

Unknown to her, Noah felt that his new accompanied friend could form an a/c high enough to cool her inflamed stomach and arms. Causing such a connection exposed something he didn’t think he expected.

Abruptly the car shook forwards, and the feeling of the car they comfortably resided in came apart. The interior shifted from a two-door vehicle into small metal compartments that slowly pushed the siblings outside of it. The force of the movement made each of their heads shake harshly, though it was the last thing on her mind.

The being in front of her stood at least 20 feet tall. Though it seemed this one was bent over laughing at who knows what. All it caused was her to hide behind her brother, though she still peaked at the blue and silver thing. Her ( eye colour) eyes squinted, gazing between Noah and the metal action figure. The reader could almost tell he seemed annoyed. Did he know this strange-looking thing that was not from around here? And why didn’t he tell her?

She still curled into a tight ball peaking at the transformed being before her. She could feel her skin break out in hives from the beaded sweat on her neck. Noah’s senses were on overdrive seeing his little sister grimace in pain. He knew that his new friend didn’t mean any harm to her or knew of her condition. But seeing her in the state wasn’t something he could ever get used to.

“Dude!”

“Aw shit, my bad. I didn’t mean to scare the little lady.” Mirage looked upon a delicate being in the arms of his newly founded friend. Noah offered her comfort, allowing himself to haul his hands in her curls, though still shaking ever so slightly. She winced initially but didn’t move her hand away from his touch in discomfort or resistance. Relaxing against her brother's touch, it was no wonder why Mirage interrupted their moment.

“It tickled.” The action figure pouted while kicking a small rock in between his foot. Noah looked down at his sister, forcing her to push her figure out before the transformer. Out of all the metal things he had met, Mirage would be the last one on his list to hard him or his little sister.

“Hi.” Reader grimaced against her tightly closed teeth. Her hands twiddle behind her silk pyjamas, cranking her neck upwards to him. She wasn’t one to hold a grudge, especially against someone who could crush her with their foot. Plus, he looked so sweet.

🌿🫧*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The reader didn’t know how she had gotten captured by such a feared hunter in the universe. She had taken her time walking in the cage with Noah and Elena. She was running her hands on the symbols she had recognized. The low light area turned froze with anxiety when one of Scourge’s pets ran across the wall she stood against. All she felt was one of his paws embedded in her skin, coated in her blood.

The harsh sandy beds embellished her tanned skin, and she felt its mouth hovering over her neck before biting down harshly. Her voice squeaked, feeling the puncture wounds wheeze throughout her voice. Her eyes filled with tears before they fell on her cheeks, feeling the teeth pressed harder with each movement it made. Her forehead beaded with sweat, thinking of her life flashing over her eyes once more. She thought it would be her own body, but it was clear that she had new friends that she was fond of. They came ones that could kill her with a flick of their wrist.

“Noah!” She screamed the best she could, knowing the creature pressed on her voice box. It was a childish cry that couldn’t distinguish between a crow. She felt herself become limb against the creature's teeth, knowing any more movement could paralyze her. Her mind hyper-focused on her breathing, and she had her to notice the creature had pulled her outside, clearly making its way to its owner.

But nothing was more scary than being forcefully placed in an unknown environment with no time to adapt.

Unicron didn’t quite understand what was compelling him to be so gentle to this young girl presented in front of him. Maybe it was because she previously held the key against her chest like a teddy bear floating above the environment he only used for his slaves he wrongfully surrendered to abuse. His gears winced, thinking she had known of this like the thought of seeing her hating or disliking him would make him perish. Something about her tugged heartstrings he didn’t know he had.

“Come here, little one.” He watched the being they called (name) present her face towards him, hearing the chilling soft voice he used on her. He hated how his slave pushed the little thing to her knees before she could process what he had called upon her. The sight made him want to inflict complete charge pain on this Scourge who dared to push her to the ground. She could only wince, feeling the robot push his metal fingers into her shoulders while tears and heat coursed throughout her body. In her short time, she loved the feeling of her new friend's metal, but the robot beside her felt cold in a mean way. His energy made hers melt.

“Unhand her.” Not a second later, scourge did, placing his hands behind him like he was trained to do. The energy around her seemed lighter as he lifted her with his mind softly from her kneeled position. However, she seemed scared to look into his eyes, obviously from the interaction with his slaves in such a short time. He heard her sniffle while she put her hands in front of her. Patches of brutal red formed on her skin like they did the first time he watched his subjects claw at her at the lab. She was sick, her body almost gawking at her flesh.

Looking behind, seeing the world turn to standard colours around her shocked her. The surroundings she had once known weren’t something she could get used to. The air felt thinner; each breath felt like the half it did when she was on earth. The skin that surrounded her insides didn’t feel like they were her own, almost replaced by someone she didn’t recognize. She wished she listened to her brother when he said to stay in the safe house in Peru. She knew she would need it as she spent the majority of her bed rest exploring ancient relics of a time before jokes even commenced. It was something she had always been fascinated with.

And to think of her situation, she would die in her room scrolling through the web.

“What brings you here?” Unicron questioned, knowing his eyes fought to leave the deeply embedded skin on her neck.

“The scary spider thingy,” Reader added a quick sir at the end to ensure the safety. Her neck broke out in hives feeling sweat from her hair touching her neck form. The robot was just as intimidating as her mother, throwing a chancla six feet away and still reaching her. Her gaze barely met the beings, mostly keeping her head down, moving them occasionally towards Scourge.

“Do not fear us. Come closer.” Unicron’s voice softened much more, sweetening his native tongue towards her. He constructed a hand to show what he was doing. The all-powerful couldn’t help but move the little one towards his with the slightest flick of his wrist. His heart pounded in his chest, and he watched her come forward, entering his space. The scent of a human heart formed the same way he did in his ears. She smelled of medical crème and the mixture of honey and flowers that prickled her tiny fingers. The same ones she ran against her patched arms. She was nervous.

Her floating figure was the size of one of his fingers. The sight almost made his heart flutter. The sight of her was something so regular yet intense. Eternal, beyond the universe, beyond his galaxies of worlds he had concurred and destroyed with the same hand he placed her softly onto the very pad of his metal hand. The delicate touch of her flowery salmon dress pooling against it swirled his world in a colour scheme he had yet to see in his world. The tiniest/largest of curls popped each time her twitched eyes did while looking upwards towards him as her braided pigtails flapped against her (hair length) sweetly.

“I do not mean to interrupt you, Master. But she must be going back now. Her human friends are destroying everything we built to find her.” Scourge grimaced, knowing the man did not like being interrupted or spooked out of turn. He flinched before feeling the pulsating electricity that stroked his nerves heavily. Though he never actually felt it. His eyes opened, feeling his master form himself into a much smaller self to play with what the humans called a little. He would soon only be four feet higher than himself. It will be a sight for sore eyes. For once, he was not withering over in pain.

“Let them. She will be of no harm.” His formed face picked up what they called a smile. Feeling her hand touch each crevice of his hand. A small giggle coming from her chest warmly filled his ears as they twitched towards the sound.

“Excuse me, sir.” Unicron flicked his eyes toward the little one in his palm. The quiet politeness of her tiny voice was utterly sweet. Reader hesitantly looked upwards to the eyes of the robot while twiddling with her thumbs. Watching the light press of her dimples showing underneath that beautiful tanned skin, he fell in love with her. The nagging feeling of not being watched so inventively by someone she wasn’t close to. She was left with a nauseating feeling in her stomach. Or maybe it was because the air change left her lightheaded and hungry. The tiniest of grumbles coming from her belly notified him of her hunger.

“Yes?” His voice silkily lost all of the roughness in his throat.

“I in no way mean to bother you. Of course. But maybe I could have something to eat. Sir.” She felt uneasy in the silence that came after her sentence. Swallowing thickly, she felt the hairs on her neck stand up, watching the robot adjust his posture closer to her. It was the thought of his twitching ears that made her feel comfortable enough to ask. He notes that he shall do it more often.

Though the nervous demeanour didn’t last for long, the reader watched the man fumble to his knees slowly in approaching her space. Leaving a rumble from his weight, she wafted her nose in his calming scent of sandalwood and metal. It was as refreshing as rain hitting her window, watching it closely while she smothered herself with plushies.

Though it was unknown to her, the robot made her a meal with his mind. The all-powerful being had yet to commence himself to being small enough to place her in the crevice of his lap and, at the same time, doing so, still at least four feet taller than (your height) girl. Unicron gave the universe the slightest smile as she became the size of a toddler rather than a pebble on his palm.

Floating over the pair was a baby blue co-bottle with an adult tip that was perfect for her. The contents inside were something the humans called angel milk. A tasty treat would be ideal for the grumbles of her little belly, hm?

“Baba?” Her voice was nothing less than sweet, pointing towards the milk bottle now in front of her face. Her eyes glistened like the diamond of a chandelier dangling from the top of the ceiling, pooling into her (eye colour) like it was always meant to. She could feel her mouth instantly melt to open to the exposure of a bottle. It was unknowingly something she had craved deep within her heart.

“You like?” Unicron appealed to her big eyes staring at the bottle. Not even questioning where it even came from, just that she wanted it quite severely.

“Scourge, leave us.” He demanded. His hard eyes watched the being bow before him before the portal between the two worlds closed.

He delicately picked the reader up; the metal fingers quickly chilled her patch. He watched the minor redness in the corner of her eyes with tiredness and hunger. The reader weighed almost nothing cradled in Unicron's large arm. He couldn’t imagine anything but living in this beautiful moment with her. He cooed, watching her lips wrap around its nipple eagerly. The sound of suckling on her milk while she looked into his deep and cold eyes only softened in the presence quickly.

“I am deeply sorry for my- um, friends and the way they treated you. I will fix this. For you, my sweat heart.” Unicron hesitated about using words not meant for such a small child. All he felt was himself using his other hand to push the small amounts of hair that fell into her face. Reader smiled against his finger, hearing words that were so simple yet powerful. The thought of ever leaving made her a little sad. She would have to enjoy being in his arms while it lasted.

Unicron began to bounce his knee, whispering sweet encouragements into her ear. Before he knew it, the world amongst him was slightly brighter. The feeling of a blanket coming into his universe wrapped around the little one in his arms. As well as sighting her flesh wounds beginning to layer among themselves, healing her completely.

Within a bit, she fell asleep in the arms of a powerful creature that torments people for a living. A tender smile pulled at his lips as a fond expression crossed his face. Leaning down, he allowed his hands to hover over her cheekbones. Then, closing the distance, he gently pressed his forehead against the readers. He was falling backwards against his throne. Relaxing.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Just as Unicron was about to pull himself into his soft bed, he felt his chest heavy — weird.

As he looked down, there she laid, his sweet baby angel. She was hiding her dainty arm up against his arm, gripping it tenderly. In contrast, her other hand was stuck in front of her mouth with her thumb sucking softly back and forth smoothly. She felt warm but not in a harmful way, tangles in her sulked sheets that caved the delicate scent she wished to devour whole. He felt himself unclench any forms of tension throughout his body. The jaw he clenched tightly, the creasing that showed in dents softened in sight of his little one.

They weren’t going to be taking his newly-founded baby any time soon.

🌿🫧*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I hope you enjoyed!! 💗

most recent rework — wednesday, august 2nd :)

[myhusbandsasemni]

Warlocks - Part 1: Endless IKEA

Author's notes: I am so excited to be sharing this! This story is the comedy horror I've always wanted to have a try at writing! Keep in mind, that the kind of sort of main character is the first non binary character I've ever written so I will be working out the kinks for how to write about Them. They/Them pronouns can really mess with the flow of stories so it's going to be a thing and a half working it out. Enjoy!

Masterlist

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“Keesha! Come ooooon! Let us level up before we get there! Please!?”

Keesha snorted, watching the road as she drove her DND party to the nearest IKEA, Tori working on her knitting in the passenger seat while Puck, Elio, and Leo sat together in the back. 

Puck huffed, flopping back into Their seat and folding Their arms. “Whatever. Can you at least tell us a bit about what the plan is for DND today?”

“I’ll explain it when we get there,” Keesha replied simply. 

“Put your seatbelt on, Puck,” Tori said, not looking up from her yarn as she tapped her finger along the stitches to count them. 

“I can’t. It’s against my religion.”

“You should,” Elio said. “You’re right in the middle. You’ll go through the window if we crash.”

“Skill issue.”

Leo snorted, reaching out and getting Puck in a headlock despite how quick the smallest member of the group was. “Don’t worry. I got ‘em,” Leo said, ruffling Puck’s hair. 

Puck whined and complained, twisting and turning to try and escape the older man’s grasp as Keesha said, “Well, what are your guys’ plans for the week?” It was a feeble distraction, but one that usually worked. 

“I have a craft fair I want to go to on Tuesday, and I hear there’s a public auction of an older widow’s things going on so I may see if I can gather some more vintage clothing and jewelry,” Tori replied, putting her knitting in her bag to watch out the window as they drove. 

“I’m putting together more of my cosplay,” Elio replied, tapping his fingers over the strap of his bag. “I should be done with plenty of time for the convention next month.”

“Nice! I can’t wait to see that when it’s done. Let us know if you need any help. Leo? Any plans?”

“Oh, you know, bingo at the old folks home,” he said with a grin, flashing a look at Keesha through the rearview mirror. 

She rolled her eyes. “I was joking, Leo! Don’t make me suffer!”

Leo chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah. I just have work to do. Might catch up on this show my mom has been going on about.”

“Oh! How is your mom?” Tori asked, turning to see Leo better from the front seat. 

“Doing very well. You should come over sometime. We all know you’re her favorite anyways,” he said, finally releasing Puck who gasped and clawed at the air dramatically. 

Tori snickered. 

“What about you, Puck?” Keesha asked.

“Going to my sisters’ recitals,” Puck replied, combing Their hair carefully back into its messed up coif. “They’re pretty excited about it. They aren’t too bad, either.”

“Awww, recitals? Would I be able to get a ticket?” Tori asked, hand over her bosom. 

“And let you find out my age and how many sisters I have? No way.”

Tori rolled her eyes good naturedly. It had been a bit of a long shot to ask anyway. Puck was defensive about Their childhood and a lot of Their personal details. As a group, they were all really good friends, the closest friends they all had to each other, but Puck was just weird like that. 

“Are we going to the IKEA?” Elio asked as he watched out the window. 

Keesha clicked her tongue. Leave it to Elio to figure it out so quickly. “Yeah, we are. That’s where we’ll be playing today’s session. I checked with the employees that this would be okay and they said it would be fine.”

“Oh! Are we doing that maze puzzle game I saw on tik tok?” Leo asked, excited. 

Keesha nodded. “That we are. My own version of it, of course!”

There was a general call of excitement and interest in the group as they pulled into the parking lot. 

Soon they were inside, taking a moment for Keesha to explain the rules of the game. It took a few minutes for the group to get used to the new environment for their game, but Puck broke the ice, going all in on the wheezy voice Their warlock had. Soon they were working their way around the IKEA, laughing and looking at the puzzles Keesha had brought along with her. Keesha led them back and forth through the maze where sphinxes looked to kill the group of warlocks, but the warlocks, as always, proved to be just cunning and charismatic enough to get away with their shenanigans. 

“Now! Brave Warlocks, if you think yourself as such,” Keesha called in the booming voice of a sphinx, checking her watch to see what time it was as they hadn’t seen anyone in the aisles around themselves for a while. “You have walked all of this way! And for what? What purpose do you seek?”

The four players crowded together and whispered together for a moment. Elio stepped forward, fidgeting with his small jedi braid. “We had come seeking a challenge and fun. To learn more than we knew before. Knowledge is more priceless than any wealth we could have found in this maze, O Sphinx.”

“The sphinx regards you, now more thoughtful than annoyed. ‘You would do well to keep on this path, dear adventurers. There are many that forget the way in this world. I grant you leave.’ And with that, she steps back, and for the first time you see the exit out of this maze.”

“Man, I kind of want to stay here,” Tori said, voice pitched up for her character, Cleo. “There were so many paths we didn’t take.”

“Will we be able to visit?” Leo asked in the tone of his character, Kylo. “Ah, but we need to get Joseph home.”

“I have had more fun here than at home,” Joseph/Elio said hesitantly. “Though I do miss my sisters… would it be allowed for us to return one day, Sphinx?”

Keesha smiled, waving her hand to the group to get everyone walking back towards the entrance to the IKEA. “That you might, travelers. We have never had ones such as you desire to return.”

“This seems like a good place to rest my weary bones when I am done learning what there is to be known here,” Puck said in Jasper’s voice. “My patron would not mind if I took a bit of a retirement.”

“That’s if you die, old man,” Tori said, amused. 

“Aye, if I die. I-”

The IKEA will be closing in five minutes. Please make your way to checkout. 

“Is it really that late?” Leo asked, surprised as he pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time, his silver and brown pony tail falling forward over his shoulder. 

“It is. I’ve actually been trying to find the exit for a while now. That last puzzle was me trying to put that last bit off till we could get to the entrance,” Keesha replied, bemused. “Worse comes to worse we can pick a wall and follow it.”

“The exit was that way,” Elio said, pointing.

The group turned to where he was pointing and followed in an instant. Elio had a flawless sense of direction. One did not question his ability to get unstuck from any situation. 

At least, normally. 

They walked for the full five minutes, checking their phones and watches nervously as they went. 

“I hope we get locked in the store,” Puck said, a huge grin on Their face.

“Don’t say that,” Keesha groaned. “I have work tomorrow.”

“Come on, it would be an adventure!” 

“I don’t want to be fired. I was sick a lot last month and I’d rather not push my luck any farther.”

“Skill issue.”

Still, Puck ran ahead, looking around. They rounded a corner up ahead just as the lights shut off.

“What the heck?” Leo asked, getting his phone out and turning on the flashlight as Elio fished an actual flashlight from his bag. “I thought they cleaned up for a half hour or whatever after people left the store.”

“I guess not?”

“That is how places with food courts typically operate,” Elio said. “I do think we are being locked in, though. Perhaps we should find one of the bed sections for the night so Keesha can be rested for work?”

“I’d rather try the doors first. I-”

There was a  yelp from up ahead and they saw a dark figure pelting back down the aisle from where Puck went. There were several things behind Puck. Shambling things. 

“What is that!?” Leo yelled, horrified. 

“RUN!” Puck yelled. “NO, WAIT! CLIMB!”

The group quickly moved, looking for shelves to climb. Keesha and Leo were up first, Leo helping Tori out while Keesha tried to shine her phone light so she could see what was chasing Puck. 

Puck climbed up like a cat, turning and to see the things stop chasing Them and going for-

“ELIO!” Leo yelled. 

Elio had chosen a shelving unit that was much trickier to climb than previously thought, and whatever was down there, blurred shapes in the moving light, caught him by the ankles. 

He yelped, struggling, but he kicked whatever it was in the face, adrenaline sending him the rest of the way up. 

“Are you okay?” Tori asked, but Elio was pale staring down at the monsters. 

They looked like people at first, but their pure white fingers were clawed, their faces smooth and blank, their clothing seeming to fit but hanging… strangely over where their stomachs should be. 

“What is going on?” Keesha asked, watching the creatures trying and failing to climb up to them. 

“We’re not in Kansas anymore,” Puck replied from where They were standing on Their own shelving unit. They judged the gaps and quickly leapt across to where Elio was so he wouldn’t be alone on the shelving unit away from the others. 

“We should look at your ankles.”

Elio nodded, looking away from the monsters and to his pants. He rolled it up, showing the scrapes and bruises in his skin. 

“Yikes, man. Got anything in your bag for that?” Puck asked. 

Elio nodded. 

“Course you do. Hand it over.”

The monsters didn’t stay for long, but there were just enough soft sounds and shiftings in between the shelves to convince the group that it would be a very bad idea to come down until the lights came back on. If they ever did. 

Part 2

[lythea-creation]

Your Sibling is better - Platonic Layan x fem reader, platonic Hazem x reader

summary: (f/n) is the younger sister of Laith and at the same time a close friend of Layan. But while Layan and Laith get closer, Hazem and (f/n) do as well, just in another way. So what happens when Hazem finds out about Layan and Laith?

warnings: family issues, violence

word count: 1.332

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated. If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

requested by: @sasuhina970

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“Thanks for the ride, Hazem”, I proposed while Layan, Rania and I were leaving his car.

“You're welcome. See you around”, he exclaimed and drove away.

“You know you don't have to be nice to him, right?”, Layan inquired.

“Why should I not be?”, I shot back.

“Never mind”, she brushed it off. “I can't wait to look for an outfit to wear during the school festival!”

“It's gonna be awesome”, Rania agreed excitedly.

Layan and I had been friends since forever, including Rania a few years later. They were like sisters to me, especially Layan.

“What about you, (f/n)? Any idea what kinda outfit you're looking for?”, Layan wondered.

“No, not yet”, I proclaimed.

“What are you guys waiting for? Let's go!”, Rania encouraged us.

After a long day at the mall and finding the perfect outfits, Hazem picked us up again and brought us home.

Layan had always had her difficulties with her brothers because of their overprotective, possessive behavior, but I actually really liked Hazem. He never hesitated to give us a ride, no matter the timing.

Over time he had become like a brother to me as well, checking that I did not do anything reckless. It was great to have somebody who cared about me in such a deep way. My mom was usually too busy to deal with me thanks to her job as the Principal and as my brother Laith was living at his bachelor pad my home was feeling empty most of the time.

Layan was envying me for it, but honestly it was lonely. So I enjoyed spending time at her place, where it was never truly quiet.

Nowadays Hazem had started giving me rides without Layan coming along. He had even given me his phone number in case I needed his help.

“Hey, you okay? You're really quiet?”, Hazem noted on the drive back home.

“Just tired. I tried on too many clothes I guess”, I laughed it off.

In reality I did not want to return home where nobody was waiting for me. But I could not tell him that, or anyone really. Otherwise I would appear ungrateful. After all I was living in wealth. So what had I to complain about?

“How was your day?”, I asked him, while Rania and Layan were chatting on the backseats.

“Pretty uneventful. Just dealt with some business and drove you around”, he pointed out.

“Thanks again. I really appreciate it”, I remarked.

“It's nothing. I have to make sure that you all are safe, right? We're living in a crazy world”, he noted. “Are you coming over next week again?”

“Probably. Though I don't know yet. My dad wanted me to help him out with something, but I don't know when”, I enlightened him.

“Just give me a call if you want me to pick you up”, he offered.

I thanked him once again before leaving the car to walk to the front door of my home.

To my surprise mom was actually home, but she sent me away when I greeted her. So I would not distract her from her paper work. I was used to it by now, but it still hurt. Her work was always more important than me.

I missed the time when Laith had still been home. Lately he never seemed to have time for me, only for Layan, which hurt even more.

When I texted him if I could come over tomorrow he did not answer. I was sick of it. On the one hand I just wanted to give our relationship up. On the other hand I could not do so without one last try. So I walked back down to the kitchen where my mom was working.

“Hey mom. Can you drive me over to Laith's place tomorrow, please?”, I requested.

“Can't he pick you up? I don't have time to drive you around”, she stated.

“He doesn't answer me”, I explained.

“(f/n), I really don't have time for this right now. Can we talk about it another time?”

There were dozens of words screaming to get out. I wanted to tell her that there would not be another time because there never was. I wanted to tell her that she never listened to me, that other people's kids were more important to her than her own. But I knew that it was pointless. So I gulped it all down and retreated back to my room.

My mind traveled back to Hazem and his promise to help me out. So I decided to explain the situation to him and ask him to give me a ride. I did feel like a burden, thanks to the way my mom was treating me, but Hazem assured me that it was no problem.

On the next day Hazem and I were talking through the whole ride, even laughing together. I fully enjoyed this moment of peace and joy until I had to leave this happy place to face my brother.

“Is that your uniform?”, Hazem wondered, pointing to a school uniform hanging over a drying rack.

I was taken off guard by that question.

Suddenly Hazem's phone screen blinked as he got a message.

He looked at it for a few seconds before his face turned into an expression I had never seen on him until now.

Without uttering a word he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a weapon.

“Hazem, what are you doing?”, I inquired, my voice shaking.

He stayed silent and left the car to go to the front door of the bachelor pad.

Quickly I followed behind him to see what was going on. My brain did not seem to work due to the stress. But when Hazem started hammering on the door and calling out his sisters name, I finally understood.

As nobody opened the door he opened it himself with brute force.

My blood was pumping even more when I realized that Layan was only wearing one of my brothers shirts and her underwear. I did not know what to do or say. My body and mind were both frozen.

I just came back to my senses when Hazem started beating Laith up.

Layan and I both yelled at Hazem to stop. Out of reflex I took a hold of his arm. But instead of stopping him my attempt only made his elbow meet my face. Hazem did not even notice.

For a moment I stayed on the floor, waiting for the blurriness to fade.

But when he pointed his gun at Layan, I jumped back up and placed myself in the middle of the siblings. “Hazem, you have to stop. Please”, I begged him.

It was obvious that he did not want any of this either. His eyes were glassy, his expression one of absolute distress and pain.

“I'm sure nothing happened. I know them both. Layan would never risk to bring shame over your family like that. And Laith would never cross this line as long as Layan doesn't want it and she's a minor. Please, I promise you that there's an explanation. You don't want this. None of us does. So let's sit down and talk about it, before you do something you'll regret and can never take back”, I resonated.

His hand was shaking.

“I won't move. If you want to shoot her instead of talking this whole thing out, you'll have to get past me first. You don't wanna hurt us. I know you as well”, I declared.

Slowly he let his hand sink to his side.

I could see that he was close to crying, just like I was.

Gently I pulled him into my arms until he relaxed. Relief washed over all of us as we were trying not to think about the worst case that had almost erupted.

[ca-suffit]

sam-reid the tumblr user who makes gifs has always considered herself to be the "fandom mom" of the books because she read all the books "many years ago" and considers herself the sole expert on all things vc. she can't stand listening to an opinion that's not her own/she doesn't agree with and regularly tries to school the fandom on how to feel about the books and the show and the movie, she can't handle any other opinion or thought or possibility except her own. She's a big rice-a-roni and calls anything anne rice did or said as "mistakes" cause "we all make them". i've never made the mistake of supporting pedophilia like anne rice did but sure jan. anyone criticizes the books? she gets up in arms. funny thing is she was hating on book fans when the show was announced, and then switched sides several times over. she leans into whichever fandom(book or show) she agrees with whenever it suits her. her pov is lestat is the most lovable character in all universes. condescending to the nth degree, she believes gifmakers are an authority in all fandoms. remember that racist youtuber who is a big marius stan? she was promoting them not too long ago. her basis for fandom is that fiction trumps real world connections. you're better off without her hovering around your blog causing issues and shutting down the crucial conversations you're putting out there for the fandom to open their eyes on.

what's funniest about her finally getting sick of me ig is that I prbly still have multiple drafts saved of times I was replying to her posts and didn't. the *one* time I replied to a comment she made to my post, *that's* when she loses it.

oh wait, when going back to reference my post, I saw I'm not blocked anymore. well until I post this prbly lol.

I know someone long ago sent me an ask complaining about her and she replied to it, but I can't find it now. if u look at my archives and sort by asks then u will see why that's such a problem lol (u will also see a lot of crazy shit omfg. seeing it all laid out at once is insanity).

ppl who get posted here don't tend to ever change bcuz it's easier to double down and say everyone is a "hater" for "no reason." it's never for no reason tho, it's usually for causing some kind of real harm. if ppl reflected on that instead of saying I'm / we're causing "discourse" then maybe we could make some progress in these spaces.

[qprstobin]

So I agree with most of your fanon complaints but tbh I sometimes will still read fics with mildly annoying habits and just like, compartmentalize the parts that annoy me. I do it with the show too but I'm better at compartmentalizing with fanfic lol. Part of it is I follow a few really really good thoughtful fanfic writers so I haven't seen all of the stuff you've talked about. However I have seen the hiding veggies in meals headcanon & tho i didn't find it appealing or cute, it didn't bother me bc I interpreted as like an idiosyncrasy. Everyone's got em yk. my sister's friend is a literal genius, responsible, hard worker but also chaotic and will have these random Things that might make her seem immature. Like she does eat vegetables but if I heard that her boyfriend had to sneak them in her meals I wouldn't bat an eye.

That's completely understandable! There are plenty of things I don't like in fandom (either in this one or other ones) where I'm able to be like "I don't like this but the rest of the fic is good enough to ignore it" or "I normally hate this trope but I really like how this author wrote it". (I live by the rule that for all my complaining that anything can be tolerable/make sense if it's done well enough.) I used to be able to do that in this fandom but my tolerance level has dropped a lot lmao. It's much easier for me to do in say the Star Wars fandom. (Now that's a fandom with a lot of infighting!)

A big part of the issue is that it never is just one person or one thing lol. Someone writing something with a character being a bit childish or idiosyncratic is fine on its own, but when it's paired with a bunch of other questionable tropes or it's just done soooo much is when I start scratching my head.

Like I think I've mentioned before unrelated to this, but I do actually think that Steve probably is someone who likes to clean, a lot of the Stobin gang see him as something of a neat freak. On its own, Steve doing most or all of the cleaning because he's that anal feels really in character. It's when you pile all of these things on top of each other to where Eddie is doing nothing and Steve is doing everything that I'm like hmm. Don't like that.

Wrt to the veggie thing specifically... idk I guess you could take it as a quirky thing, but hiding vegetables in food hoping the person doesn't notice is literally one of the biggest stereotypical parent things I feel like? And I think it's having Steve specifically do it and Eddie not noticing that makes me side eye it.

Like lol, that's always the cliché, a kid moves out (normally a son) and you find out they aren't eating vegetables and only eating junk, so the mom has to do something to get her son to eat better. Which like I get it I have to fight with myself to eat healthy sometimes, most vegetables have a gross texture to them but lol my body feels better when I'm eating them so! It's especially the hiding aspect too like man Steve can even talk to Eddie about eating healthier? Finding healthy foods Eddie does actually like if he's that concerned about his health? He has to hide it like Eddie is a five year old?

And maybe you're right and it is meant to be more idiosyncratic but like I said, when you pair it with all the other shit fandom is doing it ends up feeling like just another way people have been writing tradwife/caretaker Steve lol.

[sxrrandomfanfics]

(Author's note: This takes place in December of 2001, which is the same year canonically that PN1 was. And since PN2 was a few days after PN1, there's no need for a timeskip! This is specifically celebrating Sankta Lucia day, a celebration I used to take part in with my Step-Grandfather. While not swedish or italian myself, he was from sweden and celebrated with the scandanavian club where he lived in the states. I wanted to take the time to think about characters celebrating Sankta Lucia day, and with the International part of Psychonauts I figured, why not explore different holidays?)

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Lili woke up only with the sun, and she slept when the sun went down. On most days. Sure, she was waking up "late" today due to the sunrise, but it still rose at 6:50 am on the dot. The sky was already a lovely purple and she still had plenty of time before she needed to get ready for night time festivities.

December was WILD in the Motherlobe. So many agents coming in and out and different holidays spent different ways.

The Menorah was in the Atrium first and foremost, brought in during the latter-half of November. The Christmas Tree went up on the First of December. Same with the shoes to prepare for St. Nicholas's Day. The Kinara was up a week after the Christmas tree.

She might not have been good with geography, but someone would burn if they assumed that Lili wasn't "cultured." Her mother may or may not have an issue with it, but normally Lili got to spend all of her time at the Motherlobe due to her SAD affecting her moods.

She made sure to bring out her dress for tonight's festivities. White, a color she normally didn't wear, with a red ribbon belt. Lili put it on to make sure it could still fit. She stuck her tongue out a bit as she measured her limbs. A bit short for her arms, but she could make it work.

"You know, you don't have to put that on until tonight." Truman told her.

She scoffed, almost sounding like a hiss. "I know dad. Just checking it. We'll need a new one next year."

"Next year? Not this year? Because you know I'm willing to go out and-"

Lili groaned. "I don't want to dress shop for another plain white robe dress today, dad."

"Alright, my little Pumpkin." Truman walked away, letting Lili put on her other clothes for the day.

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Lili hadn't expected Raz's return from the mission this early, but she wasn't complaining. She nearly tackled him as he was staring at the menorah, five of the candles already lit.

He squeezed her tight. "Missed you, too."

She gave a tighter squeeze before letting go.

Raz began to walk, grabbing Lili's hand for the two to leave the atrium.

"How'd the mission go?" Lili asked.

Raz smiled. "Pretty good. Despite the fact we had to kind of rush it."

"Rush it?"

Raz rubbed the back of his neck. "Mom would kill me if I missed Lucia night."

"Wait, you celebrate that, too?"

"Not really on my dad's side, but mom's side." Raz explained.

"Oh! Well that's great cause we're setting up for our Sankta Lucia celebration!"

"You do that?"

"Yeah! That's why we have the candelabras framing the Christmas tree, duh!"

"I get the candles, but candelabras?"

"No, the Motherlobe tries to celebrate as many holidays as we can to include other psychics and their cultures. I'm a genuine Carmen Sandiego!"

"Carmen Sandiego knows maps, not cultures."

Lili froze at that. "Oh, shut up!"

Raz burst into laughter. "I knew it, you haven't played the games yet!"

"Shut up or I'll punch you!"

Raz giggled. "I don't think I can stop laughter on command, Lili."

Lili huffed, eyebrows furrowing. She got a thought that made her face relax a bit, only to get a devious smirk. "No, you have others that can get you to laugh, though."

"What do you mean?"

Lili raised her other hand, making a single wave of her fingers.

Raz stared, seemed to get it, then bolted towards the Artifacts closet.

"C'mere, Raz!" Lili jeered. The two ran in, Lili chasing Raz only through the beginning part. The space may have been cramped, but he was slippery and able to jump high. Lili could focus just enough and-

A purple TK hand grabbed Raz by the collar. "Hey, no TK hands! That's che-heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!"

Lili only had to pinch the skin behind his knee to get him to squeal. "All is fair in love and war, Razputin." Lili told him with a teasing tone.

"Stahahahahahahahap!"

Lili did so, letting Raz drop.

"Mean." He accused.

Lili's face dropped and Raz quickly got up.

"Sorry, sorry. Bad joke." He hugged her.

Lili huffed. "Really bad."

He turned his head slightly, pressing a closed mouth kiss onto her neck. "I love you."

Lili squeezed him. "Love you, too."

The two settled, taking seats on top of boxes.

"You should come to our Lucia celebration." Lili told Raz.

"Really? Mom's... really particular-"

"It's fun and easy. All the kids and some teens get to go and dress up, away from some of the boring adult parts, and then we come in dressed up with candles. Well, you're a boy so you'd have a giant star you wave around instead of a real candle."

"Ah, so I'd be the star of the show?"

Lili elbowed him in the ribs.

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Lili took in a shaky breath. She was trying to steady her nerves, like Helmut usually did. Usually, it would be the oldest girl playing Lucia, but Lili hadn't expected such a low turnout of kids. Probably cause of Coach's-

"Lili?" Her best friend, Dogen, was by her side. He was dressed in the little Starboy uniform. "You look like you're gonna be sick."

"Sick!? Sick!? I'm not sick I can't be sick!"

"Sure you can. Everyone gets sick once 'n a while."

"No, I can't be sick for Lucia Night!"

"You sure...?"

"Yeah. I'm not gonna be sick."

"...you're gonna sing tonight, right?"

"Yes I'm supposed to sing tonight thank you for reminding me Dogen." Lili said in one breath.

"Oh, you're scared about it, huh?"

"I wasn't supposed to be the one singing this until I was 14 Dogen! I'm 10!"

"So you are scared?"

"I'm worried. I don't want to mess this up."

"So why don't you ask someone else to do it?"

"Because people will get mad, Dogen. Sankta Lucia has been done a very specific way all this time-"

"I'm here!" Raz's voice suddenly said. "Is there any costumes I can get into?"

"Yes, darling!" Milla's voice rang, "we have plenty still."

Lili felt her anxiety spike. Her palms and face were sweaty.

"Lili?"

"I'M FINE." Lili snapped. "Sorry, Dogen. I just..." She let out a breath.

"It's okay... It's okay to be worried."

"I just don't want to mess up in front of everyone. Let alone including Raz and his family in that crowd."

"You sing good though."

Lili sighed with a mix of exasperation and admiration for her friend's support. "Thank you for that comment Dogen but my nerves are still on the fritz."

[burnwater13]

Din Djarin holding Grogu from concept art by Christian Alzmann. From the Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 1, The Mandalorian. Calendar by DataWorks.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away Grogu and his dad decided to take a father and son vacation. Things were going pretty well and his mom was busy with his little brother and sister. They were just starting their training with the Brethren and that required everyone’s focus and time. Everyone except Grogu and Din Djarin that is. 

“Well, buddy, where do you want to go?”

Grogu laughed and replied, ‘Galaxy, far, far away.’

“I understand. Solus and T’ad are a bit of a handful.”

His dad laughed as they put their gear in the N-1.

“Fun but loud. Need ear plugs.”

“I just adjust my helmet settings. Don’t tell your mom.”

“Mom knows.”

Grogu smiled at his dad as they both hopped into the N-1. His mom was a lot of fun and she always knew what the two of them were up to. He was actually pretty happy about that. 

“That’s why she’s your mom. There’s no tricking her. So where do you want to go? Jakku? Takodana? Naboo?”

“Ilum. Kyber crystals for T’ad and Solus.”

“Okay buddy, let’s go to Ilum.”

They were up and off Tzura a short while after that and nothing unusual seemed to be on the horizon. Grogu was annoyed that the N-1 still didn’t have a civilized privy and his dad complained that ship still smelled like the dung worms Grogu had left in the snack pocket the last time they saw Peli Motto. That was pretty normal.

But as soon as they jumped to hyperspace, Grogu knew something weird had happened. Not just the normal form of hyperspace weird either, a unique, never been seen form of weird. He had seen purrgils. You know, space whales. This wasn’t a space whale thing. Instead of the normal dazzling white light of hyperspace it was like they had entered a pitch black tunnel. But how could you have a tunnel in space?

It didn’t matter, because when they popped out at the other end, there it was… a planetary system neither he or his dad expected to find. 

Grogu asked R5 about it and found that it wasn’t on any of the charts the astro-mech stored. Huh. How did that happen? They’d have to wait to figure that out because first that needed to work out if any of the planets the sensors detected had anything useful on them, like a inhabitants, or a repair shop, or a privy. Those dung worms were definitely out of season. 

“Looks like this system has eight, no nine planets, a couple of them are gas giants, a bunch of moons, and a pretty good asteroid belt. Why don’t you reach out with the Force and see which one we should visit?”

Wow. Din Djarin was taking this pretty well. Grogu supposed that the Mandalorian probably had this sort of thing happen when he was a bounty hunter. There were some people who would go anywhere to get away from a Mandalorian. 

Grogu did as his dad suggested and reached out with the Force and found that one of the planets had a substantial life force signature. 

“That one.” He pointed at the planetary chart the console displayed.

“Okay, let’s see. Lot of water on that planet. What about this other one?”

His dad had pointed to the fourth planet in the system. Uff. 

“Nope. Like Jakku, not as nice. Droids.”

Grogu hoped the explanation helped. The third planet was closer and he really wanted to use a privy. 

“Fine. Fine. Let’s go and see what we find.”

Grogu nodded his head and just waited to see what sort of place his dad would find to land the ship. No doubt someplace cold. The Mandalorian really seemed to like cold places and this planet appeared to have frozen over spots that seemed suspiciously like that ice ball moon they hard landed the old Razor Crest on.

“Buddy, I know you don’t like the cold anymore than I like the water. But we both like sand, so here. I think I’ve found a place where we’ll fit right in. Marina Del Rey. I haven’t been contacted by any planetary authority, so hopefully we won’t have any issues when we land.”

Grogu thought that was strange at the time, but he really only cared about one thing… well two. Where the heck would he find a privy and he was fresh out of snacks. He hoped there was someplace close by where they could get some food. Maybe some frogs? Or even some bone broth. Anything but dung worms. 

To be continued.

[timdrakesstaff]

in-source fam + friends?

do you dislike your source/anything in it that bothers you?

I forgot how much of a rambler I am

tl;dr

1. I have a big family that love and miss very much(inluding two kids) as well as friends(other heroes and civvies

2. Inconsistent characterisation? I guess. ALSO THAT RED ROBIN 2009 WAS CANCELLED(For reboot reasons) AT 26 ISSUES WHEN THE AUTHOR HAD PLANNED AHEAD FOR, LIKE, 72

Asking the FoundFamily Source Media guy about his family, huh? That's a lotta people, lmao

Jesus Christ, um. Dick Grayson, my oldest brother and the one I was closest too the longest, I always list as my favourite. Jason Todd, other older brother, more of a friendish than brother? Like estranged a little. We get along but in a different capacity. Damian Wayne my little brother. LITTLE FUCKING SHIT for a while, but he adapted and learned and grew up. We ended up really close, it just took longer. He's kinda... Actually my favourite but don't say that too loud, ahaha. Bruce Wayne is my dad—all of these people are adoptive, by the way—and he's... Bruce, bahaha. I don't feel like elaborating. Cassandra Cain, older sister, kinda. In the way that you get super close to a friend and say you're siblings versus actual sibling bond? I dunno, different capacity than with Dick, lol. Stephanie Brown! Ex girlfriend and a best friend, she's great.

Why are there so many people

Then there are my Young Justice(teen superhero group I started with Sb+Imp) buddies! Kon-El(Superboy), Bart Allen(Impulse), Cassie Sandsmark(Wondergirl), Cissie King-Jones(Arrowette), and uh... Many others. Long story short, they're all great!

Some questionable people like Pru or Danny Temple or Lonnie Machin... They're cool and B probably wouldn't appreciate them being my friends too much, but he's lame and doesn't know better until it already is better

The Civvie Collection! Callie Evans! Sebastian Ives! My best fucking friendsss I miss them. They keep giving Ives cancer </3. And Tamara Fox! We fake dated(fake engaged, actually) and then actually dated, but then just settled as friends, she's really funny. There's so many people, my god. Gotham Heights friends and Wizards(Witches?) and Warlocks(it's just DnD) group, and Grieves and Brentwood and hrurghh

Also my mom and dad! Janet and Jack Drake. They died(near obligatory for bat-adoption). They're great, could've been better, but not nearly as bad as fandom would like to lead you to believe. My step-mom Dana was fantastic, I miss her. She taught me a lot of, like, Normal Things, and is also the source of my Soup Love

I also had two sons—David and Jackson— of different mothers—neither I stayed with

I'm not a fan of Some recent characterisation of myself, it, like, nukes the original 90's stuff—That sounds kinda pretentious and gatekeepy, whoops. But like. I've ranted many-a-time about the fact I lose (usually cool)character traits that are then given to other people(my brothers, usually the Ds) and I'm left with (usually) lame stuff and more flat characterisation, if that makes sense.

i.e. 2003 Teen Titans Dick has more of my personality, as well as my suit(fair, because he'd've been running around in undies otherwise) and bō(as a main weapon. He can use one, for sure, but it was never his main weapon, let alone while he was running with TT)

i.e. Damian, when he's drawn without his brown skin, looks like my twin 90% of the time?? Especially since they started putting his hair down, bahahaha. I've had a lot of hairstyles so I can't nitpick that...

i.e. In the recent(now cancelled) TD: Robin run, they nerfed my intelligence?? Rude. I can complain about that for an hour though

DC is Meh about consistent characterisation through runs, especially since there's so many different writers for each individual thing, lol

ALSO! Damian haters. But that usually has some root in racism and also people just being dickweeds about kids :T

Ask game

[littlestarprincess]

While I'm not one to advocate for all daughters to love their mothers, it's fascinating to me that we're opening with daughter vs mother vs grandmother and it's rooted in calling each other "dramatic" and "ridiculous".

Her mother is a bitch for not wanting Adeline to live in Parson's Manor, but she describes seeing her gynecologist as more painful. (Why her gynecologist? I dunno.) but we're meant tk understand that it's more about how her mom is always like this.

Her dead grandma was so nice and sweet, looking at the world through rose colored lenses, and her mom is a bitch who's rose colored lenses got smashed (probably on the way out of Nana's vagina. We're on page six and this is the second reference to vaginas. It's giving pussy power.)

"She wasn't raised this way".

There are a lot of allusions to this ideal of femininity and it seems like Adeline's issues with her mom are more rooted in her mother's failure to live up to this standard. There's a brief mention of her mom not being able to tolerate her when she was growing up, even though one page ago her mom was complaining about Adeline living too far away. Adeline gives us a quick breakdown of her background and does not reference a change of attitude.

We finally get an actual example of bitchiness halfway down the page, when her mom seems to change her mind *again*, and talks about wanting Adeline to do more than waste away in that house, even though Adeline is a successful write who has traveled around the country after quitting college. This inconsistency is also not noted. Adeline's mom refers to Adeline's grandma as worthless and Adeline tells her to fuck off.

This could be meant to portray narcissistic abuse, except even within Adeline's internal monologue we get no indication that her mom is being inconsistent or that the expectations she's expected to reach are extreme.

Parson's Manor is described in a way that creates an interesting parallel to Zade. The lawn needs a haircut; it's dark and menacing and looms over the woods "as if to say you shall fear me."

A curtain flutters and she doesn't doubt what she saw even though "nothing should be able to move [them]".

There's a lot of little traits that tie Adeline back to the author's blurb -- her love of horror, being a fantasy author (the author loves paranormal shows). I wouldn't be super surprised if she and the author are the same age.

Adeline comments to herself on being a successful author in defiance of her mom's words, so that does happen even if the timing is weird.

*Nana* got along with *her* mother. How *dare* Adeline's mom not do the same? It's very much giving the impression of a young girl absorbing the bitterness of her caretaker and perpetuating it, despite Adeline's insistance that Nana is soooo nice.

We get a random reference to Adeline's nipples because the thermostat was set to 62° and that's practically arctic. The narrative is incredibly insecure about Adeline's femininity.

"Nana used to say she liked it best when she was the brightest thing in the room". That's a really weird characterization tidbit given the Nana VS Mom thing.

We now get a scene of Adeline Being Successful. I have never been to a book signing but this isn't how I pictured one.

She's now described as being terrible at social situations despite the back of the book trying to make her sound badass.

Her book is the Wanderer. Does Addie also write self inserts? Self insertception.

(I want to pause and say that self inserts aren't a thing I dislike, just something I'm tracking because of my premise.)

Okay, Zade's visuals are kind of cool.

Her friend is bullying her into agreeing to getting laid. Super normal. She sexted someone on Addie's behalf, because that's not violating at all.

This is after some objectifying comments on Addie's body because again, the narrative is worried we won't think Addie is hot. But it does being up a weird thing I've noticed, which is that conservative women tend to be weirdly sexual with each other.

Probably because sex is a power thing as well as an intimacy thing? Idk.

This is the most stressful sex scene. How is this blowing off steam?

Pause to remind us that Addie has great tits

(We're on page 18. This is the fifth reference we've had to objectifying Addie's body from the narrative.)

"A *real* man" -- so now we're starting to broach the expectations Addie was raised to have of men.

What *was*the relationship between Greyson and Addie? Were they dating? FwB? Daya made a beeline for him.

Anyway, I expect he's dead now.

[vitos-ordination-song]

Was anyone else abused thru forced exercise? Like I can remember my brother being punished by sadistic exercise routines and stuff but most of the time it wasn’t even punishment. It was just my parents being psycho. Something that’s been depressing me is that when my mom visited a couple months ago, I felt bad because I didn’t realize how much her body had deteriorated. She’s still healthy enough but she can’t hike like she used to. We only did 3-4 miles but she started to be in pain towards the end and I was sympathetic and helped her out when we got home. Then I thought about it… I showed her way more care than she did towards her own children when we were growing up (story of my life but anyway).

Almost every vacation we took was full of hiking. I was tiny and the only girl for a while and my dad literally wrote a song to make fun of me for being “delicate.” Neither my sister and I could keep up with the rest of the family and my parents would just leave us behind on trails! This was out in national parks. I was hiking in Arizona as early as age 3, and I remember doing a 14 mile hike at age 7. Typically the hikes were 3-10 miles, often strenuous. Sometimes we did more than one a day, and we usually didn’t get any days off. It was absolutely fucking exhausting. I’d get horrible cramps in my stomach, I’d be hungry, thirsty, and bored. And they just didn’t give a shit. No complaining, we should just be grateful for the opportunity. Pretty sure my ankles and feet were damaged because of overexercise at a young age.

When I was around 6, my family visited Yosemite and we started doing the upper falls hike. Around halfway up I begged to stop and, for the only time I can remember, my mom granted mercy and took me back down the mountain (possibly because she was also having a hard time). But my actual sadist of a father forced my brothers to finish it. Years later when we visited the park again, trying to prove I was tough, I did climb myself. And I had horrible leg pain for MONTHS afterwards. The hike is so steep that going back down is just as bad as going up, and honestly it’s pretty dangerous. The fact that my dad made my six year old and eight year old brothers do it is just shameful. They were resentful of me for years after I got out of it that first time.

My mom always signed me up for sports, whether I wanted to do them or not. There was a lot of embarrassment involved there, but I could usually just get over it. Around age 12 though, she forced me to join a professional swim league. I am a strong but not fast swimmer. I was okay with summer league but this was something different: two hour practices in Olympic length pools. We got yelled at if we stopped to breathe. I felt like I was drowning. It’s incredibly stupid but it turned into a huge power struggle with my mom, ‘cause I started refusing to go and she wouldn’t tolerate any threat to her authority. She of course had given me other body issues (she used to joke about giving all her kids eating disorders) so I would go to practice hungry and tell myself at least I was losing weight. I was literally still a kid, I wasn’t even done growing…

In my teen years, my mom got into CrossFit. She was super annoying about it and made me go too. I hated it of course, and I was usually the only kid there unless my siblings came along. The type of exercise they do is dangerous; to this day I think being forced to do “box jumps” damaged my legs, and CrossFit definitely contributed to my mom’s stress injuries.

This is part of a larger topic I guess: my parents are totally dead to the flesh, don’t even know they have bodies, and tried to rob me of mine too. It’s taken so long to rebuild a healthy relationship to my body and to exercise; it’s been a struggle to balance between avoiding it out of depression or overdoing it out of anxiety.

[mlembug]

@delicious-gluten Skye decided to not give you reccs directly, but I totally will.

The list linked above is definitely good, but keep in mind it does not filter for quality of the works nor whether the trans representation is good, as these tend to be subjective, and the last time I had someone complain about it, their own criteria would meant having like 3 entries on the list, which would make such a curated list of Quality Works useless anyway since you'd have to lower your standards anyway because you're hungry for more.

With that in out of the way, here's works I liked. And yes, this is gonna be subjective as all hell. Such is life. Most of the works are available on MangaDex, unless I say otherwise.

Explicitly trans in the text:

My Future Self Is Persuading Me To Become a Woman - Literally what's in the title. Pretty short read, explores the question many trans people ask themselves, what if I transitioned earlier, with a pretty realistic ending. Definitely my favourite manga involving a trans woman.

Boys Run the Riot - a few outcasts, among which is a trans guy, decide to design and make clothes. Also acknowledges existence of non-binary people. I read 3 out of 4 volumes available so far (in Polish), as this series is not available on MangaDex beyond very early chapters.

After School Mate - a trans guy runs away from home from unaccepting and meets a new friend (?). I typeset it.

Hanayome wa Motodanshi - Autobiographical, about a trans woman.

Boku ga Watashi ni Naru Tame ni - Autobiographical, about a trans woman. As opposed to the previous one, this one mostly focuses on the author's bottom surgery. This is not the only manga about SRS, but the other one's author is bootlicking the oppressors, so read this one instead.

To Strip the Flesh - a trans guy with a hunting rifle. Oneshot, or rather, a two-shot, like with a double-barreled rifle, as it had a bonus chapter later on. Can't find this one on MD anymore, Dynasty Scans also has only the first one as "Stripping the Flesh"

Love Me For Who I Am - a non-binary transfeminine main character, a cis ally who dates them, and a bunch of queer characters. Pretty good, but also I found the later chapters involving the family of the main character pretty hard to read due to the subject matter. Especially the way the chapters got structured where the first half of a chapter is light-hearted but second usually had some heavy drama, it just made me unnerved all along because I felt like any moment, any moment now, the bad shit is gonna happen.

Yuureitou - I liked this one, it's a very interesting thriller story, pretty long too (80 chapters), but also has caveats in that the author doesn't really know how testosterone works, as there is a literal plot point relying on that the trans guy's voice changes back upon going off testosterone. Also a lot of characters want to put him in a dress. These characters are clearly presented as villains, but it's still worth noting. Also some more questionable moments too.

Mermaid Line - this is a collection of unrelated yuri stories, "Ayumi and Aika" by the author of Nicoichi has a main character a trans lesbian.

Hi, I'm Trans - a oneshot manga where a trans woman comes out to her mom.

Onna to Shite Dakaretai Seitenkan Shite Hatsukoi wo Mou Ichido - 18+, very good het love story involving a trans woman.

I Quit Being a Man ~Got Cancer so I Decided to Dress up as a Woman and Fall in Love~ - according to the author, "based on true events", and this is likely true as the author looks fairly similar to the main character of the story. I typeset this.

Stop!! Hibari-kun! - manga about a trans girl written in the 80s, so it has its issues, but it's a power fantasy where she passes, attends school while being stealth, and the people who misgender her are swiftly defeated by her.

I've also heard Bokura no Hentai is good, and Wandering Son is okay, but I haven't read the former and I stopped reading the latter when the scanlation group changed and I found the font the new group used to be too annoying to read.

Very heavily implied trans:

Majo no Geboku to Maou no Tsuno - my personal 10/10. It's not just a "great queer manga", it's just a great manga in general and I am recommending it to everyone. Some people may be turned off by the early chapters involving the demon king. Also check out Kyoukoku no Recuerdo which is a prequel to it about main character's past. The best moment to read the prequel is around where Sauro gets introduced.

Any manga that has pages like these is worth its weight in gold.

Magical Trans - ummm, points vaguely towards my avatar, the name of my scanlation group, and also what this group translates. It's essentially what you'd get if you took a "gender bender arc" from every manga and anime, made the main character want to be GB'd, and put it into a big manga. Also has magical girls and some elements of romance comedy. It's a very honest series, the series was initially advertised as "gender bender + magical girls + romance" and you can clearly see the author went "I love gender bender, I love magical girls, and I love romance, so I'm gonna make a manga that has all of it". Unfortunately a victim of Yahoo Japan takeover of ebookjapan and as a result of executive meddling, it's over at chapter 65. Also check out Mahou Shoujo Bu e Youkoso! which is its prototype.

This panel sold me on Magical Trans.

GhoStop - a trilogy of unrelated oneshots by the author of Magical Trans, the Glass x Change oneshot has genderswap and is incredibly eggy.

A Manga About a Hero Who Pulled Out the Holy Sword and Became a Girl - everyone in this manga is a girl. Incredibly eggy.

Kuroyou-chan and Shirotama-kun's Odd Relationship - a trans girl and a friend who's a guy but gets genderswapped.

Ore ga Watashi ni Naru made - deconstruction of the gender bender genre, pretty grounded with regards to dealing with consequences. Don't even think about reading this manga on anything else outside of MangaDex, the other sites grabbed the pretty bad earlier scanlation and you'll be doing yourself disservice even reading it, so use MD and make sure you're reading the version done by ElPsyKongroo and Stay at Home Scans.

Not really trans per se, but are vaguely gender-y and I like them regardless:

Kusakabe-kun Another - adorable M<-->F bodyswap romance comedy involving two coworkers.

Daily Life of a Couple in Which the Boyfriend Became a Girl One Day - also features an incredibly based bi girlfriend.

Handsome Girl and Sheltered Girl - none of the characters are trans, it's a yuri manga where one girl assumed the other girl is a guy, so for like the first half of it the other girl keeps the facade, so it's kinda gender-y.

Otome Danshi ni Koisuru Otome - very good manga involving a romance between a girl and a gender non-conforming guy. Also puts a lot of focus on discussing stuff like transmisogyny and lack of acceptance by society. Has well-written characters, decent romance progression and great exploration of gender (this is the first time I ever saw the words "gender dysphoria" mentioned in a manga ever, and also features a trans woman for a brief moment). Each chapter is a single page, so don't be intimidated by the count.

Papa ga Mama ni Naru Hanashi - a father told his kid isn't his, wife leaves him, raises his kid as a mother. Cute, sweet, funny. I translated this.

Nicoichi - a guy lives a double life as a mother to a child of his late girlfriend, and as a guy at work. Very gender-y, and it particularly helps that the author knows that trans people exist.

Girl's Heart @ High School Boy - a shoujo romance comedy manga where the gender bender trope is used to have a female main character who is not experienced at being a girl (because she was a boy before)

I omitted some manga because I can't honestly recommend them, some I forgot about, and some I don't really like. If I come up with some more, I'll likely add these as a reblog in response because it seems it's a more standard practice on Tumblr, rather than editing the post?

Hey I don’t mean to put upon you when I could just search myself but are there any good trans manga or anime out there that you can recommend? I’ve read quite a few but it seems like there’s always some little ones tucked away in places I haven’t looked before.

Hi. I'm really bad at coming up with recommendations because it always feels like I've seen a bunch but I can never recall the names.

However, my friend @hdittus has compiled this list that might just be the answer for your question.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1J7v0PQHGnhCsXW657ze90q5TTwlo_kB50X6qZdwSbqE/