#ofc my blogs a safe place for these genders

[virgoilluminati]

Hey guys,

I just wanted to come on here and do a quick check in. The world around us is slowly turning and i know how incredibly scary this can be.

I'm from the Uk, like many of you, and the amount of racist shit that's going on is UNBELIEVABLE. As i am white, i can only partly fathom how terrifying it may be to live here at the moment and I just wanted to ask and check if everyone is doing alright.

I don't want to put a downer on my page and i'm only a small blog but I just wanted to say that if anyone needs someone to talk to about it, or they feel overwhelmed please don't hesitate to get in touch. Sometimes its better to talk to someone you don't know because it doesn't hurt as much to open up.

I may be white or have never experienced any racial discrimination in my life, but I am currently studying international relations and have quite a vast knowledge about racial politics. If people need any help understanding things or just want some help just lmk.

This account is a safe place. We DO NOT ACCEPT any form of discrimination against gender,sex, race or religion etc. At the end the day we are all created by a being outside of our control. You are all my equals.

Not that I felt like I needed to say this because again, this is literally just a tumblr account but i am pro palestinian 🇵🇸 and ofc a female. So whilst i may not want to disclose politics into my stories, i believe strongly in equality! Everyone is welcome here!

I'm not expecting any responses, as I said previously - I am literally a tiny account on here. But I just know that if I was scrolling online right now, i'd wanna hear someone say this. Just know that its okay not to be okay.

This page has always been a mental distraction for me, just like my bio- it's a maladaptive daydream at its finest. I do this to cope with stressful stuff, and if this helps any of you feel slightly better then please be my guest. This platform is used how you want it, this a safe place and for as much as I can - I will do my best to look out for everyone.

Pls stay safe

V ❣️

[airbendertendou]

obey me instagram au! ♡

no specific pairing , [name] used in place of mc , gender neutral

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

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liked by simeon, diavolo and 1,309 others

levi : name incoming text heading your way

comments have been limited.

name : oh this is so cute ):

mammon : DELETE.

| name : i’ll b waiting!

satan : Embarrassing.

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liked by solomon, barbatos and 12,476 others

asmo : off to the club!

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random.demon : stay safe!

name : all of u need to Look Away .

random.demon2 : C U There 😘

solomon : looks nice (:

| name : LOOK AWAY.

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liked by diavolo, belphie and 1,380 others

name : spent the day w mammon [:

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random.demon : he shuld b w me.

lucifer : He’s broke again.

random.demon2 : Tell him I think he looks nice!

asmo : bring me a drink back 🥺

| name : ofc my love >3<

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liked by belphie, beelzebub and 756 others

name : is nap time now. time to nap levi

comments have been limited.

levi : one more round!!

| asmo : that’s what i say <3

| levi : Enough.

barbatos : Sleep well. (:

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liked by barbatos, lucifer and 7,903 others

solomon : i’m a liar (:

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random.witch : see you tomorrow !!

name : knew it

| barbatos : You always know best. (:

simeon : sayt sAf3!

random.demon : it was me. AGAIN. stop doing that

——♡—— airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

[agentofanarchy110]

ALL ABOUT THE CHAOS

This is a post that’s basically just describing myself!

NAME/NICKNAME: I go by Chaos! Not my irl name ofc (chosen or deadname)

AGE: 18

GENDER: DEMIFLUID AHAHAH

PRONOUNS: Any, except “it” because that doesn’t resonate with me personally. But in order of preference it’s they/she/he/ any

SEXUALITY: aroace, aegosexual and still figuring out my place on the aro spec but possibly demi . Omni when it comes to who I’m CAPABLE of liking.

TOP FANDOMS: Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, She-Ra, THE OWL HOUSE ALWAYS, Good Omens, Murder Drones, The Dragon Prince, etc (there are way more)

FAVORITE COLOUR: Violet or black

LEAST FAVE COLOUR: orange (I dont hate any colours except very specific shades but this one’s the most “meh”)

Fave Characters (of all time) : Luz, Eda, King, Hooty, Hunter (the owl house—hooty is so underrated); Lucifer, Alastor, maybe Vox or Lute (Hazbin Hotel); Fizzaroli, Blitzo, Stolas (Helluva Boss); Callum and Rayla (The Dragon Prince), Marceline (adventure time) and Lemongrab cause that’s an inside joke between my dad and I; N + Uzi (main characters? Yeah I’m boring, whatever 🤣they’re well written so bite me)—Murder Drones

DONT ASK ME TO CHOOSE BETWEEN ZIRA AND CROWLEY MY BRAIN WILL BLUESCREEN LIKE VOX’S FACE

favorite aesthetic: Goth all the way, baby

fave ship: moots you know me far too well RADIOAPPLE

I DO ART REQUESTS! Anything at all (almost), although I’m stronger at animals and semi-humans than full humans and anime isn’t my strongest art style but I will attempt it! I

I DO NOT DO NSFW ART. I’m neither comfortable with drawing it myself or wishing for my minor MOOTs to have to leave. My blog is a (semi) safe space (I only say that cause of the swears)

I SUPPORT: Queer people of EVERY people of every colour or ethnicity and from every country, furries, therians, otherkin; basically just everyone who deserves it. sorry if I missed any out of the specific listings

I DO NOT SUPPORT: Queerphobia of any kind. Antifurries and anti therians. Zoophiles, pedos, incest. Pro shipping. Xenophobia. Racism. Bigotry of ANY kind.

feel free to ask me anything! Welcome to the Chaos Coven

[danggirlronpa]

i love your blog so so much ty for being a f/f safe space in the m/f and m/m dominated dgrp fandom 🫂 pls drop some maki or celes queer hcs i love my little red eyed girls

ofc!! <3 Already did Maki, so here's finally the chance to get into my Very Thorough And Specific Celestia Gender Headcanons, Buckle Up

(Warning for discussion of internalized transphobia throughout!)

This is going to be a curveball even for people who share the trans girl Celestia headspace, but I actually don't think that Celestia realizes she's a girl at any point we witness her in canon.

Celestia. To Me. Is engaging in high school equivalent of drag. Because she's playing out a persona she was in roleplay forums as a middle schooler. If you're a Young Teen, going on the internet, finding a roleplay website, and going buckwild was a lot of people's Baby's First Queer Experience. There were so many websites. They used to have sections of the Quizilla dedicated to it.

And Celestia is...obviously the type of person who lived on those forums. Look At Her. Look At How She Acts. This is a girl who is committed to The Persona. Celestia had a Twilight OC with eight names that she religiously played as daily until everyone collectively decided Twilight wasn't cool and she summarily locked it up forever. She loves a guise.

"Celestia" is an extension of that. Hope's Peak is a brand new place! No one knows her name! No one knows who she is! It's the perfect place to practice her Roleplay Craft. Look at how Feminine TM "she" is! (Wow wearing these dresses is so nice. Celestia loves these dresses. Anyway TM) Look at how prim and proper "she" is! Celestia is a character come to life, V3-style, except her GM is completely aware and in control.

I don't think, in THH proper, she ever gets past this. I think in Celestia's head she's always Faking It. She's always Pretending To Be A Woman, Haha, JK! She's always got the out to recede back into when one day someone learns she Isn't A Real Woman. It was just a play! You all just got played!

There's only one time I think we ever see a hint of Celestia who truly understands and embraces that she's a girl. And that's here.

This is my favorite art of Celestia, because it's the most genuine she's ever been in her entirely life. She's blushing! She's engaging in silly antics instead of just demanding they stop! She's doing silly teenage "I am YANKING YOUR FAKE EYELASHES OFF" threats instead of sexually charged adult "I am STEPPING ON YOU PIG" threats! This is the only glimpse we ever get of a Celestia who lets the mask slip in a real sense, not just because she's angry. This is a Celestia who's willingly let her guard down enough that she can get flustered and mess around.

And I really think that would be the catalyst for her. I think Celestia being forced to acknowledge "Actually I love this life, and I love this long hair, and I love make-up and dresses, and I love being called Celestia and grouped with the girls" is one of the biggest steps towards vulnerability she'll ever make.

In a world where Summer Camp and UTDP really explored their own implications, we could've seen more of this Celeste. But since we didn't, I cling with love to my headcanon that, even though it's not where she changes her name or buys her wig, This is where Celestia starts to heal.

[krokonoko]

I broadly agree with that phrenology post you reblogged (caveat: conservatism and fascism make you look evil. It's not Looks Determine Morality, it's the other wsy around, Morality Determines Looks. This checks out)

My point though was this: WHERE have you seen, in 2024 on Tumblr, a "kill all men tee hee" post. Where? I'm a drama hound, I love going into places where insane dipshits are and reading their fucking demented takes, and I haven't seen that stuff on here in 10 years. Please I beg you, I need to know. I'm so hungry. My family is starving. Think of my children

okay so this seems a teensy bit bait-y, but I'm still gonna engage you in good faith and hope you extend me the same grace, anon.

the specific wording I used in my tag is p frequently thrown around by radblr, and on twitter on every second profile that follows me, esp my art blog. it also comes in flavors of "men ruin everything", "men are trash", "all men think about is porn", etc.

on tumblr outside of radblr, you see similar sentiments, but worded not quite as harshly. you will have "men dni", "men have nothing worthwhile to say", "men will never know what it's like to be a teenager and sexually harassed", "I'm sorry for being into men", or "there are endless amounts of beautiful women and like maybe two decent looking men". you have "no man could ever come up with lyrics as deep and emotional as Hozier's". there's the complete misuse of the term "male gaze" as meaning "a man looking at a woman and finding her attractive, which is the same as harassment", and ofc, "ppl who believe trans men face oppression are mras/transmisogynists/whatever fun insult you can come up with."

but ultimately, it all comes down to the same thing, and that's the antimasculinity typical for radical feminist ideology. ppl often hear the term radical feminist and think "yeah, couldn't be me, I'm not a TERF." but the terms aren't interchangeable. they're just different steps in the same fascist pipeline. and statements like "men just never have anything worthwhile to say" are dogwhistles that inform us someone is on that TERF pipeline.

the real life effects of this antimasculinity is being felt by poc and marginalized men everywhere, and you can see accounts of it all over tumblr: from posts about how nb ppl with beards aren't allowed in certain nb spaces, to trans masc ppl talking about always having to either resign their trans-ness or their masc-ness to be allowed access to safe spaces, because they are told their masculinity makes those around them feel unsafe. and don't even get me started on the ppl who will just assign women, often woc, male gender because they don't fit a white beauty standard and then wail on them. marginalized men have tried raising awareness about the bad side effects of antimasculinity for a while now, but it has either fallen on deaf ears, or they have actively been shouted down.

the problem with dog whistles is that you only hear them when you're listening.

[palajae]

feedback / remarks.

first wanted to thank everyone who filled out the form bc i really do want to know how my readers think and want to see from me!

after seeing some comments i just wanted to address somethings for new ppl (welcome!) or those who don’t know:

i want this blog to be inclusive and a safe place for everyone, so that’s why i mostly try to make gender neutral works (with exceptions ofc) and don’t particularly write for a specific group/race bc i feel like that excludes ppl and i want everyone to be able to read and enjoy my fics-if that makes sense :)

i have a life (shocker) and my writing/posting schedule can be inconsistent. the stress and workload of school + health issues is what prevents me from taking requests. i hope you guys can understand i love receiving requests bc i appreciate everything you guys send in (i always add them to my wips) BUT they are not my priority. i already have a long list of wips that i have been tackling, so i do not necessarily have the time/desire to write them 🙏HOWEVER i won’t say i will never accept requests, perhaps for a future event/milestone i will open them up and do so :)

anything that i am uncomfortable with (yes i am still a minor) i will either ignore/block. again since i have external priorities, im normally active on tumblr during nighttime (in my time zone) lol. so unless i receive something really inappropriate/makes me uncomfy, im not purposely ignoring you, it just may take me a while to respond/post :)

i hope you guys can all understand and please send in an ask if you need any clarification ☺️

p.s. also saw everyone ask for series and longer works dw jae is cooking stuff up ?!?🫡🫡

[mydarlingdahlia]

Navigation post yippee

Hello and welcome to my lovely little corner of Tumblr! :)

My name is Charlotte, I am African American (mixed for anyone who’s wondering or mulatto for a more technical term), and I am 22 years old!

I encourage everyone on my page to be nice to one another as well as me, that includes when commenting on posts and sending asks as well.

Don’t be shy to send me any requests or asks, in fact I encourage it! I love interacting with people, and would love to even be mutuals with some of you!

(If you don’t mind ofc <3) I write for female and gender neutral reader.

Check out some of these awesome people here here here and here!

I try to balance work, school, and posting on this blog, so posts might not always be daily. 😅 (or even weekly 😭)

But I am open and willing to listen to anyone who would like an emergency request, or just needs a safe place to turn to!

Just let me know. 😊

I write for a small handful of series, such as…

🌙 Demon Slayer

🌙 Honkai : Star Rail

🌙 My Hero Academia

🌙 Obey Me!

🌙 Genshin Impact

🌙 …and more to come!

What I am currently working on!! :)

"Ambrosia Addiction" — a tale set in the times of Ancient Greece, the intertwined fates of a renowned scholar and a feared monsteress. (it's self ship content btw)

“Quiet…” — the story on how I met my wife and our love story. <3

(Works shown above are just some things I’ve decided to work on on my own)

Other blogs! (Either mine or my friends’)

@butterflysnapdragon (my side blog)

@lotties-shimmering-nova , @dazzlinglittledarling , @bubble-n-trouble (my side RP blogs)

@miathelatina (my wife's blog :3)

@shoelacetheace @amelibu (my chaotic childhood besties)

@blakeyisbae (he’s just blake.)

Also just an FYI I will work on (at most) six different requests/projects at a time. If you don’t see your request or ask on this post, don’t worry! I am most likely working on the six before yours, but I will get it out! That is a promise.

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thirsts (none)

drabbles/HCs(2)

imagines (none)

Let me know if you would like me to write something for you! I’ll try to get it done asap! :)

-C

[faggylilpunk]

Finnaly made a tumbler! Anyway, haiii! :3 i am albert, i am a punk dragon dino!

What to expect:

very leftist ideologies

Politics

16+ posts

A lot of photos of me and cass

Talk of crimes (anything serious will have a tw and be tagged appropriately)

Furry & therian content (tho less common)

Punk diy stuff (i plan to make some tutorials for a lot of the diy stuff I've made<3)

F-slur/T-slur (I am reclaiming them but will have them tagged as #f-slur and #t-slur if they bother you ofc! Not changing my @ tho, it kinda means something to me qwq)

I may post words like slut, whore, and other degrading terms, they will be tagged as said word (ex: #slut) so you can blacklist the tag ^^

I may talk about themes of self harm, violence, abuse, or explicit substances, all of which will also be tagged! (Ex: #selfharm #tw:selfharm) but i will also have a more descriptive trigger warning for heavy subjects like self harm, sa, abuse ect. If you dont wanna fully blacklist the tag ^^

Some of my patches will have things that fall under these^ o will likely not go through the effort of censoring and i might not tagg it unless it's fairly close up so if it really bothers you just block me ^^ no harsh feelings

This isn't a 18+ blog, nsfw pfps will be blocked to keep ppl safe, my cusion follows me

Do not interact if:

Nsfw pfp

Anyone else, feel free to argue and talk shit, i will put nazis, pedos, fascist, zionists, zoos, racists, and who tf else i hate in thier place or just block ya after trying lol

About me:

trans masc/enby person (gender bxy)

therian/otherkin identifying with a dinosaur-esk dragoniod (yes, I'm aware I am human -_-)

I am a plushum, meaning I have romantic and/or sexual attraction, twords plushies. I consider my bunny plush one of my partners bc i love them very much

Furry

Pansexual and arojump (under the aromantic spectrum)

I am diagnosed with autism, adhd, dyslexia and dysgraphia

Self diagnosed and peer reviewed with social anxiety, gender dysphoria (duh), bipolar disorder (not sure which one yet tbh but it's exstreamly obvious to my bipolar partner lol) and potentially dyscalcula but im not fully sure so take with a grain of salt

Mutual/social anarchist, i really wanna be able to set up a free market where I live one day

I am very vulture culture, frequently bring home dead animals to burry for respect and bones

Very left leaning if it isnt obvious enough

I've been called the f-slur & t-slur a few times. Now i call myself that because what ya gonna do if I already call myself those oh so scary words?

Im atheist and dont believe in any form of life after death but like I support yall having freedom of religion, pagens, Christians, Muslims, Satanists, like go for it, I just simply cant understand the idea of a greater purpose

I grew up where slurs were used casually. I have racist redneck family. Thankfully, I grew up to realize wtf is actually wrong with that side of my family ?-? You can break out of shitty thinking, there is no excuse for racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, ect. Like get a life

I try my best to support, but we can only walk places, and we frequently eat outta dumpsters

More will be added as i think of stuff

[vacant2007]

hey !! im so sorry that anon is a huge weirdo and ofc i cant tell you what to do but i think if they send another ask you shouldnt answer it at all? bcuz i suspect they might be a troll? idk but i think that since yeah you mentioned terfs maybe they thought they could bother you since youre trans, but youre not even a blog ABOUT trans discussion or anything so i just think that if they really wanted to know abt whether or not its ok to be transracial, they wouldve found and asked a blog that discusses trans stuff or smth like that. or maybe im wrong and theyre being genuine. either way i hope you can just forget about this person and such :']

I considered that, but I figured I'd use it as an opportunity to make it clear a 2nd time where I stand on the issue. Even though this isn't a blog about gender discussions, I feel I'm better off discussing it occasionally so that my fellow trans followers and mutuals can feel confident that this blog is an OK place for them. I don't emphasize my personal identity as much here, so it's easy for anyone to forget I'm trans and this blog is therefore trans safe. The anon didn't upset me so much as annoy me, but I thought I'd respond seriously just because

[asexual-society]

tw: brief mentions of trauma related to sex and mentions of genitals (non gendered) , stay safe

hello! for context i realized i'm ace around 3 years ago, and while i definitely feel like the label is fit for me, i also feel like some of my sex-repulsed characteristics, to the point of feeling very scared or disgusted, are also due to my trauma- and i'm not sure how to navigate this. my repulsedness fluctuates, but i'm always scared of irl contact and even touching ~down there~, at least like most people, including some aces do. I'm not sure if this is just the way i'll always be or if there's some healing that can be done in order to be at least more stable, but it is kind of making life inconvenient because i'm trans (ftm) and i'd like to medically transition, if it wasn't for the fact that my parts changing their shape and the way they function sounds very overwhelming and scary, even though i know i'd like to have this and get happy at the thought of me being naturally born with those characteristics i desire. Sorry if it's a bit of a long rant, i'd just like to find some guidance, or perhaps shared experiences with whoever's willing. Have a nice day !

Hey anon!

Sex repulsion as a result of trauma is unfortunately common, regardless of sexuality, and it can suck, especially if it's very extreme and distressing. There are some ways of getting yourself more comfortable and used to sexual subjects, depending on what specific things you are repulsed by, but these things have to be handled delicately and might not be something you can do alone without professional help. Since for a lot of ace people our sex repulsion doesn't affect our day to day lives much if we don't plan on being sexually active, it can be easily avoided without causing too many issues, but with medical transition and surgery which I'm assuming you're talking about, people being in the vicinity of your bits can be harder to avoid.

I would strongly advise you to speak to a therapist about your concerns because they may be able to talk you through your options and solutions better than Unqualified Internet Stranger (who would walk across hot coals before letting another human near their genitals) (they might also be able to point you in the direction of other resources to help you with non-gender-related sex repulsion). It's totally normal to be worried about intimate medical procedures, that's so normal I promise, they can be scary and overwhelming regardless of sex repulsion, and regardless of how positively you feel about the end results. That being said, depending on where you are, I know expressing these concerns to a doctor in places without informed consent (like the UK), or otherwise where they are looking for any excuse to withhold treatment, can be difficult, so if you are able to, speaking to a therapist unrelated to your transition could be another option.

Other than this, speaking to other trans people about their experiences with medical transition will probably be beneficial to you because they can give you first hand advice as well as emotional support. Reddit might be a good place for this if you're looking for advice specific to your geographical region, but there are plenty of blogs on tumblr too ofc.

If anyone has any more advice please feel free to comment, ik this can be a pretty nuanced topic.

Best of luck with your transition though anon, I hope you're doing okay <3

- mod key

[creme-cloud]

No matter what sexuality or gender you guys have (except for mock ups ofc) my blog will ALWAYS be a safe place for everyone!

Like and reblog if your account is a safe space for trans lesbians. It feels like trans lesbians in particular get shamed and ridiculed a lot by people in and out of the community. If you’re reading this I want to let you know you’re valid and I hope your safe and doing well.

[pangirlpanic]

Navigation post!

(this is essentially a reboot from my old blog lol)

Hello and welcome to my lovely little corner of Tumblr! :)

In school 🏫 | on break ☀️

My name is Charlotte, I am African American (mixed for anyone who’s wondering or mulatto for a more technical term), and I am 22 years old!

I encourage everyone on my page to be nice to one another as well as me, that includes when commenting on posts and sending asks as well.

Don’t be shy to send me any requests or asks, in fact I encourage it! I love interacting with people, and would love to even be mutuals with some of you!

(If you don’t mind ofc <3) I write for female and gender neutral reader.

I try to balance work, school, and posting on this blog, so posts might not always be daily. 😅 (or even weekly 😭)

But I am open and willing to listen to anyone who would like an emergency request, or just needs a safe place to turn to!

Just let me know. 😊

Masterlist : coming soon!

I write for a small handful of series, such as…

🌙 Demon Slayer

🌙 Honkai : Star Rail

🌙 My Hero Academia

🌙 Obey Me!

🌙 Genshin Impact

🌙 …and more to come!

Caution...construction work ahead! (WIPs)

"Ambrosia Addiction" — a tale set in the times of Ancient Greece, the intertwined fates of a renowned scholar and a feared monsteress. (it's self ship content btw)

"A Thorn Amongst the Doves" — a small idea I had to sort of continue this fic! It's angst heavy, and self ship related! What a great combination.

+ some other stuffs >:)

Other blogs! (either mine or my friends')

@bubblin-trouble (my TWST yuusona RP blog :3)

@mors-pulchritudo (my HSR RP/ask blog for my OC! :D)

@plumae-cupiditas (18+/NSFW safe version of my HSR blog!)

Also just an FYI I will work on (at most) six different requests/projects at a time. If you don’t see your request or ask on this post, don’t worry! I am most likely working on the six before yours, but I will get it out! That is a promise.

Collabs (1) Emergency asks/requests (none) thirsts (none) drabbles/HCs(2) imagines (none)

That's all!

-C

[raehs]

a study in the personification of a dandelion (unapologetic, hard to kill, feral, filled with sunlight), found family, finding who you are, optimism despite your environment, fighting for what you believe in, the hero pays the price, dying and coming back wrong, growing up hungry, phantom limb syndrome.

#𝚁𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚂    --      private, selective,  low - sporadic  activity,  mutuals only, 18+ indie blog  for   𝐑𝐄𝐘  𝐎𝐅  𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐔   from  the  star  wars  franchise.  est, 2020. extremely canon  divergent post-tlj, semi-canon compliant, headcanon  based, anti romantic re.ylo, sequels critical with lots of inspiration from the dotf script. exploring themes of childhood trauma, ptsd, life during & after war, poverty. crossover + au friendly with prequels, empire, rebellion, order 66 survivor verses + verses in atla, supernatural + superhero fandoms, multiverse, modern, etc.

¹ CARRD. ‎‎     ‎ ‎ ‎ ² PLAYLIST. ‎‎     ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎³ PINTEREST. ‎‎     ‎ ‎ ‎ ⁴ SIDEBLOG. ‎‎     ‎ ‎ ‎ ⁵ MEMES.

regarding rey kenobi as that’s my canon for rey’s ancestry -- i won’t be assuming rey being obi-wan’s grandkid. i absolutely love rey as a kenobi but i know a lot of people aren’t into it (and rightfully so ur allowed ur own opinions about it !! ). but this typically would only come in when writing with obi-wan's. if rey isn't a kenobi, then there's no special parentage unless specified. ( overall i try not to put too much emphasis on it as rey is still their own person and even with rey having a special parentage they still just go by rey !! ) and ofc in prequels stuff she wouldn't be related to obi-wan unless there's plotting. [ currently considering scraping this and going back to just rey ! ty thats all ]

rey is audhd. she's also non-binary and uses she/they pronouns, but is generally okay with any gendered terms. they're fluid with it so i either alternate or pick she/her or they/them and stick to it for a thread.

interested in : rewriting tlj / tros, rey/mentors, rey/romance!!, finnrey, rey/prequels / post order 66, rey / the bad batch. rey/kylo (platonic), rey/luke / rey/leia rewrite (personally do not like what the movies gave us for rey + the twins + found it to be very disappointing -- tho i understand why it went that way for leia).

i've been very open about writing young rey in the past, however. i will be extremely picky about it. headcanons are great but i'd rather focus on rey's present + future.

I’M VERY CRITICAL OF KYLO / R*YLO. i love the potential for the dynamic but i’m not going to uwu-ify him if that makes sense! so you may find me talking about the toxicity of his dynamic with rey in this blog and me being critical of what canon gave us. i love writing with ben solo au’s though, and au’s where he turned to the light/grey as well as au’s where he never turned back. my blog is a safe place for people who write ben / kylo but be warned of any criticism i have for the character. i’m also quite critical of the sequels overall (yeah, i write a sequels character …..) so my blog will also have me being critical of the sequels at times. i try not to be too aggressive with it as it’s still something i love very much! currently writing up my major divergences for tros + will eventually do tlj.

regarding me being canon divergent: A LOT of the main events happened! i just have different interpretations of them. like rey + kylo fought palpatine but they fought them together, rey even died and came back. tlj happened mostly as is but there’s time in between tlj + tfa which is a little different. i also don’t fuck with rey palpatine or spice runner poe. i am semi - canon compliant bc i use a lot of the events as a jumping point.

you can also find me at @echoylir which is my multifandom multimuse ! lots of star wars canons + ocs + other characters.

[kirishimaswife2819]

hello!!! i love your blog so much, your work is amazing!!! i was hoping to request hc for izuku?? i had a thought, so everyone pretty much agrees hed keep a special notebook for his s/o (gender neutral pronouns is that’s okay?), what if he found out his partner has a sketchbook of him?? (maybe his partner isn’t as showy with affection and people wonder how they got together and stuff so a sketchbook like that is a big deal and really shows him they care) like just drawings of him throughout the day, his expressions, little notes on why he was like that, just really cute stuff🥺 and maybe, up to you ofc, his partner finds his notebook and he freaks and they’re like “it’s fine, look what i got” like bright red as well. just adorableness 🥰🥰 OFC YOU DONT HAVE TO WRITE IT but thank you if you do!!! i hope you have a wonderful day/evening (whenever you read this) and remember to take care of yourself and drink some water!!!❤️❤️

Them Finding Out Their S/o Keeps a Sketchbook of Them || Midoriya

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Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Reader Summary: Izuku with a s/o that keeps a sketchbook of him (+him finding out they keep the sketchbook) Word Count: 600 A/n: Hi! This was such a cute idea! I hope you like it -Danielle <3

He would be so flustered if he found out, it wouldn’t even be funny

And he’s getting ten times more flustered, if you happen to find his notebook on you before that

His notebook includes pretty much everything about you, your full name, every little thing that you do, your favorite things, all the facts about how your quirk works (if you have one), and even some information about your family members that he had met

Izuku is pretty sure that he would die of embarrassment if you ever found his notebook, so he puts it in this fire safe lock box that his mom gave him to keep anything important in

One. because he doesn’t want you to find it, and two. he doesn’t want it to burn up if there did happen to be a fire

But one day, he left it out, not thinking that you would come into his dorm room while he was out training

But that day, you happened to want one of his hoodies, so you just went in after Izuku didn’t answer the door

After flicking the light on, you approached where Izuku’s hoodies were hanging and you took the one that looked the comfiest, and then you pulled it over your head and then over your body, before looking around

You placed his old hoodie that you previously had, on the bed

Then, you walked over to his desk and went to write him a note, so that he knew which hoodie you took, so he didn’t think that he lost it

You reached for the first notebook you saw but paused when you saw the front

There was a photo of you taped to it, along with your name written in thick black marker

You looked around the room to make sure that Izuku wasn’t coming in, before opening the notebook and going through it

Every little single detail about you was written in the notebook, in Izuku’s neatest handwriting

You were smiling and nearly crying at how sweet and detailed it was, as Izuku entered the room

“Oh, hey, Y/n!” He greeted you, “What are you doing-” He paused when he saw the book that you had opened and his face immediately went red. He rushed over and went to grab the notebook, but you pulled it back to yourself, still smiling. Izuku didn’t want to rip it out of your hands, so he just stood back and messed with his hands as you continued reading

You weren’t the whole way done but you still sat the book down, “Izuku this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“O-Oh, you don’t think it’s creepy or weird?” He asked, eyes wide

“No, of course not!” You exclaimed, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

Part of his brain was going they’re leaving you for making that notebook, they think your weird and creepy, and the other part was going they wouldn’t do that! They love you, you have to trust them

Eventually you returned, and handed him your sketchbook

It was a hardback sketchbook, and the cover was the same color as his hair

He hesitantly opened it, and began flipping through the drawings of him

There were drawings of him just sleeping, eating, explaining something, studying, working out (he got extra red when he saw those drawings), and just pretty much him doing everything

He loved the little notes about his expressions and he heart almost exploded from how cute it was

He just simply looked up at you and smiled

And then from then on, the two of you shared what you put in your books

Every week, you two would exchange books so you could see what each of you added in that past week

[hush-writes-preg]

Hey Hush, how are you? I’m new to your blog and I just wanted to say how much I love it here. Truth be told, I’m kind of new to this whole pregnancy/labour kink and it’s just so nice to have a safe little corner to explore my new kink in without being feeling objectified and fetishised as a trans man.

Your writing is incredible. It’s so refreshing to read works by someone who clearly respects both the people you’re writing about and those you’re writing for. And obviously everything you write is so unbelievably hot and horny.

I also just wanted to say a little thank you for being so open and honest about your birth denial kink. I was really starting to think I was alone on that one. (The thought of trying to push a baby out and being told “Stop. Not yet.” or even better being physically prevented from delivering drives me absolutely wild).

- J (he/they)

Hello there, J, and welcome to the blog! I'm always happy to hear that new folks are finding my content and feeling safe in a space meant to welcome folks of all genders and sexualities. Trans men really do get objectified and fetishized a lot, and it's just not cool (unless it's consensual, ofc, then go ahead and do what makes you happy). That's a big part of the reason why I started this blog in the first place.

And yeah, there are a lot of nuances to the kink that many folks are shy about admitting to, so don't worry-- there are plenty of us out there into similar stuff. I just don't mind admitting to it, because I know how much it sucked feeling alone in things. (Being physically prevented from giving birth is just nnnngh fuck yeah one of my top tier kinks. I have a feeling that you and I are kindred spirits, J.)

I hope you stick around and explore your new kinks together with me and others in the community! Feel free to drop into my inbox any time. ♥️

[nolanell]

Going Home: Writer Wednesday September 22nd 2021

Writer Wednesday: @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape

Pairing: Pero Tovar (The Great Wall) x OFC Maria

Length: 4.1k

Warnings: 18+ only! (Nudity and spiciness toward the end), mention of period-typical gender roles and societal expectation, a lot of introspection on Pero's part as to how forward OFC is about what she wants, lots of flirting, discussion of crowded places and a crowd rush. Mention and presence of servants within an affluent household and period typical societal structure. Apologies for any historical inaccuracies, I'm a bit rusty! Also I haven't actually seen The Great Wall, but I love all the Pero fanfiction out there. I was inspired by a lot of 'What does Pero do after the events of the movie' fanfiction and just ran with it.

Character notes: OFC Maria is from the Kingdom of Aragón (within modern day Spain), and is described as being petite, otherwise there are no physical descriptions of her.

**All conversations take place in Spanish, though are written in English for flow (and that my Spanish is very out of practice!)**

Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphics.

Pero Tovar was going home.

He was done with fighting as far to the East as he had ever gone, and he decided that he was going back home. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do after that, but he would worry about it once he had got there. He had travelled for weeks, across terrains both easy and hard. He rode on horseback often under the beating sun, feeling the skin on the back of his neck burn, but occasionally under relentless cooling rain, soaking him through to his skin even under his clothing. A few times he had heard the rumble of thunder overhead, as he watched lightning streak across the sky. He hoped to get home before there was snow on the ground; so far he had been making camp and not had to interact with anybody else, which is how he liked to keep it. If the snow came, then he would be forced to find lodging in a tavern of some sort, which he was not keen on doing.

He had marveled at the Caspian Sea around two weeks ago (he really wasn’t sure how long; he wasn’t too bothered about keeping track of time when he wasn’t around others) and had entered Turkey. He had arrived in Constantinople that morning, and was at a coffee house, sitting outside, wondering over whether he should cross through the Greek lands and take ship to Amalfi, then cross the peninsula and sail to Aragón, or if he should continue the whole journey by land. While he mulled over this, his ears pricked up at a language he had not heard in a long time.

‘Juan, I’d like to go to the market tomorrow,’ Pero heard behind him. He assumed the voice meant the Grand Bazaar, possibly the most interesting thing he had seen since arriving.

‘But why, my lady? The market is not a safe place,’ a man, Pero assumed to be Juan, replied.

‘You think everything is not safe when we are not in Aragón,’ the first voice retorted, definitely sounding annoyed.

Pero herd an exasperated sigh. ‘Two hours, no more. We’ll go tomorrow, at about 11. Hopefully we can avoid the worst of the early morning crowds.’ The voice spoke calmly, but firmly.

Pero herd chairs scrape along the ground and he then looked behind him. There was a young woman, not quite of noble standing based on her appearance, but certainly well off, accompanied by a man who may have been a sell sword like Pero. He was dressed for combat and armed, but not heavily armoured. Clearly she had reason to be protected, hence her guard, but what most caught Pero’s attention were two things; firstly, the fact she was from home. Not just the peninsula, but from Aragón. From real, actual home. The second thing was that she was the most beautiful woman Pero had seen for a long time. There was something about her defiance in wanting to visit the market, something about the way she walked, standing tall despite her short stature, and proud, and the fact that she did not present herself as a delicate lady. She seemed confident, sure of herself, and would speak her mind. These were all qualities Pero didn’t even realise he wanted in a woman until now. Perhaps he would pay the Grand Bazaar a visit tomorrow, around eleven.

The next morning, Pero found himself in the Grand Bazaar a little before eleven o’clock in the morning, and wandered through the covered market, marveling at the sights and sounds around him. He was not normally one for mingling around crowds of people, but he was impressed at the volume and variety of wares on offer. He found himself lingering at the rugs on display, taken by their amazing detail and the intricacy of their work. As it got closer to eleven, he found more and more people entering the Bazaar; he hoped he would be able to spot this lady from his homeland before the crowd got too immense. It was surprising that so

many people were here, given what the lady’s guard had said yesterday. Clearly something must be going on that Juan had not allowed for. He continued to walk idly through the bazaar, gazing at the many displays as he wandered through. He stopped to look at a stall selling what the shopkeeper called mosaic lanterns, when he stopped noticing what he was looking at. Another sense was taking over and dominating his focus.

‘Look Juan, aren’t they beautiful?’ Pero heard the voice of the lady from yesterday speaking to her guard.

‘Yes my lady, very beautiful,’ a voice, Pero recognised as Juan, agreed.

The lady and Juan had come up to the stall Pero was standing at; the lady stood next to him, and Juan just behind her. The Bazaar was getting fuller by the minute, and Pero could feel the slowly building press of people milling through the space. He wondered how he would be able to speak to her without the looming threat of Juan taking her away or stopping her talking to him. She was beautiful in looks as well as in spirit; her eyes sparkled as she gazed upon the mosaic lanterns. She seemed to find joy in their patterns and detail, her smile lighting her face up as she looked at the different lanterns displayed. She had barely registered Pero it seemed, when she leant forward a little too earnestly and her shoulder bumped his arm.

‘Pardon me, sir,’ she glanced up at Pero, freezing under his gaze as she looked up at him.

‘It’s unlikely he will speak -‘ Juan began.

‘It’s not a problem, my lady,’ Pero looked down at the woman, and tried to smile softly at her.

‘You speak Castellano, sir?’ she asked him, eyebrows raised. She clearly wasn’t expecting anyone who would understand her to be this far from home.

‘Yes my lady, I am from Aragón,’ Pero answered, still doing his best at a gentle smile.

The woman gasped softly as she stood up straight. She turned, facing Pero with her full body. ‘I am also from Aragón,’ she smiled, her eyes lingering on Pero’s scar, and she stilled a little as she did.

‘You’re very far from home,’ Pero said, not quite asking, and raised an eyebrow. He wondered why this woman was so far from home with an armed guard.

‘So are you,’ she gave a cheeky grin. ‘My father is here in service of our King.’

That explained the guard, Pero though. It also explained why she seemed excited to be talking to him, as if she didn’t get to interact with anyone much.

‘Maria…’ Juan said, not quite angry, but something more than just being firm.

‘And you, sir?’ she asked quickly, looking at him expectantly.

‘I’m going home,’ Pero explained. ‘I was hired to fight in China. My service has come to an end, and now I am going home.’

‘In China? How interesting,’ Maria’s mouth pulled into an O shape as she marveled at this information. ‘Would you like to walk through the market with me?’

Pero’s eyes flicked across to Juan. He clearly wasn’t happy about the idea, but either couldn’t or wouldn’t tell Maria no. Pero thought for a second, then looked back at Maria. ‘Yes, my lady,’ he nodded, Maria leading the way through the Bazaar.

The number of people in the Bazaar was getting more intense by the minute. It was very crowded, very busy and more than once, Pero just about heard Juan shouting to Maria to slow down and wait for him. It was hard to hear him over the hubbub of people, but Pero could tell from how he said it and what he said that she did this fairly often. He chuckled to himself; Maria was obviously pushing her luck with what she could do and was ecstatic to have some company that wasn’t Juan. More than once, Pero felt her grab for his hand. He squeezed back initially but did pull his hand away as he knew there would be nothing but scandal if the wrong person saw. It was wonderful to feel Maria’s hand in his; her skin was soft and warm, and she intertwined her fingers with his so easily. A couple of times she looked up at him as she grabbed his hand and grinned mischievously; she was a fiery one, and Pero liked that.

Something had evidently happened in the Bazaar that was of great interest as suddenly the crowd surged forward around Pero and Maria; Pero’s sure footing, intense scowl and broad stature meant nobody was going to push him anywhere he didn’t want to be. Juan was not so lucky, being swept up in the swell of moving bodies. Pero instinctively wrapped an arm over Maria’s shoulder and guided her to the side of the passage they had been walking down; there was a steady flow of people still rushing to whatever commotion had occurred. Maria led Pero down a turning that was much quieter; they walked side by side and were able to hear each other much more easily. Pero had unwrapped his arm from Maria’s shoulders, but as he pulled it away, she grabbed hold of his hand. He did not try and take his hand back this time.

‘Where are we going, hermosa?’ Pero asked, smiling down at Maria.

Her cheeks flushed red at his compliment. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, not sure what to say. Eventually, she managed to get a response out.

‘I’m not sure,’ she sighed. ‘I don’t know how much time we have; Juan will surely be looking for me soon if not already. And if he can’t find me, he’ll be sending more guards from my father’s house.’

Maria squeezed Pero’s hand as she looked up at him. Her eyes darted down to his lips, and Pero felt his breath catch in his throat as she did. He found his eyes darting down to her lips, he found himself gently squeezing her hand back. Pero never thought he’d fall for a woman so fast. He never thought he’d be sad at the prospect of losing her or not being allowed to see her. He needed to think of a way he could look favourable in this situation.

Pero nodded thoughtfully. ‘What if we go straight to your home, explain I was with you when you were separated from Juan and I made sure you got back okay?’

Maria smiled. ‘Excellent! And I can ask if you can stay.’

The way her smile turned to a mischievous grin did not escape Pero’s notice. He wondered what exactly she wanted him to stay for. He knew what he wanted to stay for, if she would have him. Maria led them both out of the Bazaar, away from the crowd, and after some ten minutes of walking she stopped outside an elegant building with the mosaic lanterns outside, and hanging baskets of flowers, huge plant pots with young trees, and a small pond. Bolts of purple, red and blue cloth hung out of the windows and down the building, floating in the breeze as it picked up. It had a regal, official look but still had homely touches, accentuated by the rough brickwork. Maria led Pero up to the door and knocked.

A woman, clearly some sort of servant by her manner of simple, practical dress opened the door and her eyes widened.

‘My lady? Where is Juan?’ she asked.

‘Hello Isabella, there was an incident at the market. We didn’t see what it was,’ Maria began to explain. ‘A huge group of people pushed forward, and Juan and I were separated. Luckily this man was with us, and he helped me get home safely.’

The woman slowly nodded and motioned for Pero and Maria to both come in. Maria strode into the building, very much at home. Pero slipped in the door and stood awkwardly; he was acutely aware his position as a mercenary was very out of place with this house. Maria motioned for him to sit in the entrance hall and left the room with Isabella. Pero sat on a well-polished wooden bench; it was adorned with brocade cushions and silken throws. He could hear running water somewhere near, presumably a fountain. The entrance hall was surprisingly relaxing, and he found his concern melting away. Over the sound of the water, he could hear rather animated talking but he could not quite work out what was being said, but there was plenty of giggling. Pero smirked to himself; Maria was probably gossiping about her adventures and trying to convince Isabella to let him stay. Eventually, Maria came back out, smiling. She explained to Pero that Isabella would relate what happened to Maria’s father and explain that Pero was invited to dinner that evening as thanks. In the meantime, a couple of guards would look for Juan and ensure he was home safely as well.

‘Dinner? But I only have the clothes I am wearing,’ Pero frowned. Normally this would not bother him, but he felt that whatever her motivation, Maria was being kind and she did not deserve the disapproval of her father on his account.

‘Don’t worry,’ Maria shook her heads ‘I explained to Isabella that you’re a mercenary.’

Pero nodded. She had clearly thought of most things to appease her father; he was less unsure about having dinner. By this point, it was only just past one o’clock, some time to go before the evening meal. Pero promised Maria he would return for dinner that evening, and left. He had not yet found accommodation for the night, only stabling his horse for the day having only paid for last night’s lodging. As Pero wandered back to the Grand Bazaar, he formed a plan. He would see to extending his stay at the tavern he used last night, get lodging for tonight and then would go on to a bathhouse and make himself more presentable. Purchasing new clothing would be too extreme, though he conceded he could attend without his armour. He was also wondering if he should bring a gift with him. Perhaps some flowers for Maria? He knew nothing of her father and was unsure what to do. He pondered this as he returned to his inn (thankfully able to extend his stay another night), and continued thinking about it at the bathhouse. He submerged himself in the beautifully warm water and scrubbed himself of weeks of travelling; he used scented soaps and oils to make himself as respectable as he could for the evening. He quite liked the smell of what he was told was sandalwood; he hoped Maria did too. As he dried himself and threw his tunic back on, he decided flowers for Maria would be all he would do. He had already done her father a service by ensuring her safe return. All he wanted now was for Maria to see him as he saw her.

Pero arrived back at Maria’s house that evening; when he knocked, Juan answered the door and was clearly not happy with Pero’s presence, but again was either unable or unwilling to object. Aside from bidding him good evening, Juan only raised an eyebrow at the flowers Pero held and said nothing else. He led Pero into the entrance hall, then onto a corridor and through a doorway to a dining room. Nobody else was there; a table was in the centre of the room with seating for three; there were plates and glasses at each seat and a candle lamp in the centre of the table. Various banners adorned the walls and Pero noticed the arms of the King of Aragón held pride of place, higher on the wall than any other. He sat in one of the chairs facing the door and waited; he wasn’t sure what to do so he held his hands with the bouquet of flowers in his lap and looked toward the door.

He wasn’t sure how long he was waiting; it felt like much longer than it probably was. Eventually, Maria came into the room and Pero instinctively stood up. As he stood, he dragged his eyes all over her as discreetly as he could; she had changed clothing into a more formal dress and done her hair (which could be uncovered now she was at home). She looked wonderful, and Pero hoped he was not making his gaze too obvious. As she came closer to the table, he offered the flowers to her.

‘Thank you, these are beautiful,’ she smiled. Her voice was breathy and soft; Pero hoped this was an indication he had done well. Maria rang a bell and as someone just outside the door arrived, she passed the flowers to them and requested they be put in a vase with water and taken to her chambers. Pero felt his breath catch on his throat again at the mention of where she slept.

Maria’s father did not appear. After waiting for him for some time, he sent word via one of his office clerks that he was stuck attending to official business and would not return to be able to dine with Maria and their guest and sent his apologies. As word was received, the evening meal was served to Maria and Pero to dine together. Pero couldn’t decide if this was better or worse. He couldn’t stop darting his eyes down at Maria’s lips or gazing into her eyes as she spoke. However, he also noticed that she kept daring glances at his lips or gazed into his eyes, too. He also noticed that his assessment of her as a fiery one was correct; a couple of times he felt her stroking her foot up and down the back of his calf. Each time she did this, Pero flushed red and looked down at his plate, not trying to catch her eye. He had no idea where this lack of confidence had come from; maybe he had finally met a woman that excited him enough to make him as giddy as a stable boy?

All too quickly, the meal was over. Pero wondered what would happen next; he didn’t want to leave but was unsure how to make his stay longer. Maria, it seemed, had the same idea; while Isabella cleared the plates away, Maria smiled at Pero and asked, ‘Would you like to see the rest of the house?’

‘It would be my pleasure,’ Pero smiled at her, grateful for something to keep being with her.

‘My lady,’ Isabella began, but Maria cut her off with a wave of her hand.

‘Don’t worry, Isabella,’ Maria smiled. ‘Our guest needs to stay so my father can thank him once he returns.’

So, Maria was planning on keeping Pero here until her father returned. He gently bit his lip. This could either be wonderful or torturous, and he wasn’t sure which, or even if one would be worse than the other. Maria showed him around the house, which was as beautifully decorated as the entrance hall and dining room. Pero noted her father’s study was packed full of huge bookcases, filled with leather bound tomes and a huge wooden desk, covered in candles and parchment, with inkwells and quills. He clearly brought a lot of his work home with him as well. The last room Maria brought him to, she paused outside the door.

She stepped very close to Pero; the top of her head barely came to his chin, but as she looked up toward him, her body was virtually pressed against his.

‘These are my chambers,’ she explained, voice barely above a whisper.

Pero looked down at her, his throat bobbing up and down, his breathing shallow and soft.

‘Is that so, hermosa? Why do you bring me here last?’ he asked.

Glancing around her to check nobody was present, Maria led Pero by the hand into her chambers. She shut the door behind him as she brought him further into the room, and Pero heard a soft click. Maria took him to a corner of the room where another door was closed, pulled it open and stepped inside. The room was a calming green, with a bath set into an alcove with two spiralled columns supporting the ceiling either side. There were a couple of the mosaic lamps that Maria found so beautiful lit over the bath, and jars of oils and petals on the shelves carved into the wall. The bath had already been drawn; steam curled up into the room from the water’s surface. Whoever had done this had done it recently. Pero wasn’t sure whether to be shocked at how forward she was, or if he should be flattered, embarrassed, or concerned about the fall out should her father find out.

‘Would you take a bath with me?’ Maria asked him, facing the bath, and looking over at Pero, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

‘Hermosa… is this not playing with fire? What if your father finds out?’ Pero hissed, wanting to say yes more than anything, but not wanting to cause a scandal for this young lady who may not know what she was playing with.

‘He won’t be back for a few hours, and anyway, I’ve locked my door,’ Maria’s smirk fully emerged now.

Pero released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. ‘What if someone knocks?’

‘Then I’ll say I’m taking my bath and to return later. If they ask about you, I will say you have gone,’ Maria answered.

She seemed so unfazed by the situation; Pero was beginning to think she had done something like this before. She seemed so matter of fact about it, like it was obvious. It was refreshing to have such a strong, forward woman speak to him. He liked that she was not one to shy away from what she wanted, he liked her mischievous nature and the way she was not afraid of speaking her mind or doing what she wanted.

Pero nodded to Maria, wordlessly agreeing to her proposition. He watched as she undid her dress at the back of her neck and let it slide down her frame, and pool on the floor around her feet as she stepped out of the dress. She left her hair in its style, but undid her necklace and slipped off her bracelet, placing them on one of the shelves in the wall. She balanced herself on one of the twisted columns, stepping into the bath and then gracefully submerging herself into the water.

‘Come, hermoso,’ she beckoned Pero with a curl of the index finger of her right hand.

Slowly, nervously, Pero pulled off his tunic over his head, then slid his trousers off. He left his clothes discarded on the floor and walked over to the bath. He could feel Maria’s eyes roving all over him, though he could not meet her gaze. He approached the bath, holding on to one of the columns as Maria did, lowering himself into the water. Once he was sat down, he smiled at her. Maria inched closer to him, stroking all the scars on his chest from battles he had endured. Her hands skated down his ribs and she rested her palms on his thighs.

‘Hermoso, I have you in my bath, and yet I do not know your name,’ she drawled as she leaned toward him.

Pero couldn’t help but laugh. ‘Pero. My name is Pero, hermosa,’ he smiled at her.

Maria gave a gentle little hum, pleased with this information. ‘Pero,’ she smiled to herself. ‘I’m glad I saw you at the coffee house yesterday.’

Pero’s jaw dropped. ‘You remember me, hermosa?’

‘I saw you as we arrived. I had no idea if you would understand me, but I took the chance and made plans while you could hear,’ she laughed. ‘I’m glad it worked.’

Pero laughed. This lady was full of surprises. ‘It certainly did,’ he agreed.

Maria leaned forward and her lips crashed onto Pero’s as he gently pushed his tongue to her lips, trailing along them, asking permission. She granted it, opening her mouth, and allowing him in.

Pero growled as he gripped her hips in his hands. Home could wait. Maria could not.