#oh. im also a safe person to her.

[baalzebufo]

guard dog

3am drabble about majima and haruka. very short, very sweet. wanted to get this down somewhere because ive been thinking about this scene all day.

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The voice is so soft he doesn't hear it the first time. He's too occupied with scrolling, the light from his phone the only illumination in the room, brain locked in that tired haze where sleep escapes you but you have no energy to do anything more. It's only when he hears the sniffle that he picks up on the presence lingering in the doorway.

‘Haru-chan?’ Majima squints, tilting the harsh blue of the phone screen away from his eye. He props himself up on his elbows. ‘That you?’

‘Oji-san…’

Oh no. Her voice quivers and immediately, Majima knows something is wrong. He sits upright, glad that the darkness hides his worry. Fuck- Kiryu wouldn't be home until tomorrow. He was good enough at babysitting Haruka when he had to, but this was new- what was he supposed to do now?

‘Hey, hey- Haru-chan…’ He mumbles, sitting up. ‘Whassup? What's wrong?’

Tiny feet pad against the hardwood floor and he feels the bed creak- then all at once, she's on top of him. Little arms wrap around his chest and he hears the muffled sob and-

Oh, shit. Majima’s hugging her, now. Pulls her close to his chest and holds her tight. She's crying.

‘Hey… s'alright. It's gonna be okay.’ He says, words uncertain. ‘Did ya… have a nightmare?’

She nods against him, grip tightening.

‘Okay… okay, I get it. Shh, c'mere-’ He leans back and pulls her next to him to lie down more comfortably, tugs the blanket back over himself and nestles her in. Okay, no need to panic- just comfort her. It can't be that hard- fuck, he wishes Kiryu was here.

‘Do ya’ wanna talk about it?’ He ventures. She shakes her head, burying it further into his collarbone. Her voice wavers up from beside him.

‘I want Uncle Kaz…'

Oh.

‘Yeah- yeah. You too, huh? Shh- s'okay.’

He rests his chin atop her head, shutting his eye. It must be even worse for her, he thought. She'd been through so much, and at such a young age… Kiryu must have been her entire world. To wake up, scared and alone, without the one person you knew could protect you…

Majima hugged her tighter.

‘S'okay. He'll be back tomorrow. But until then, I gotcha. I gotcha…’ He sniffed, the warmth against his chest making him feel… something. Something he hadn't felt in a long time.

‘I'd never let anythin’ happen to ya. Okay? I'll scare off all the bad dreams.’ He hushed her again, felt her shaking slow down and sniffles quiet. ‘No monsters or ghouls or nothin’ is gonna getcha when I'm around. They gotta get through me first.’

She hiccuped, a noise that might have been a tearful laugh.

‘Yeah. Yeah.’ He whispered. ‘Y'know, uh- th’ tattoo I got. The scary lady, right?’

There was a pause. Then, in the quietest voice-

‘I don’ think she's scary…’

Majima smiled.

‘Yeah, you don't, cause you're braver than anyone. But monsters, they're all real scared of her. She helps keep ‘em away. Even when I'm asleep.’ He whispered, almost conspiratorially- like he was sharing a big secret.

‘See… she's nice…’ Haruka mumbled, and Majima nodded in agreement.

‘Yeah, exactly. Means you can sleep here an’ you'll be safe and sound. I promise.’

He shuffled, arms hooked around the girl clinging to his chest as she released him to get more comfortable. He could, in the light of his phone screen still laying upright on the bed, faintly see her eyes. Still glistening with tears, but looking at him. Looking at him, like…

Like how she looks at Kiryu, he thought.

‘Thanks, Oji-san…’

Her voice was thick with sleep- must have been tuckered out from the crying, he thought. She buried her face back into his arm, nestled up next to him. Something soft and warm felt like it had crawled into his chest.

‘No prob, Haru-chan.’ He chanced it, and leant down to give her a kiss on the forehead. Felt the way, even in the darkness, her face creased with a smile.

‘Sleep tight, kid.’

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When Kiryu crept in the house early the next morning, the sight of Haruka's empty bed made his heart jump into his throat.

Only after he peered into his bedroom did he see the familiar sprawl of Majima, coiled protectively around his soundly sleeping daughter. One of her hands was resting on his head, fingers tangled in his hair.

As he turned away to prepare the kitchen for breakfast, Kiryu was glad they weren't awake to see the smile on his face and the tear that snuck down his cheek.

[crow-quet]

so for fankids how about SquirrelFlight x Ashfur?? :) lolz just kidding what about Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash?

i dont look at who sends questions until after i read asks and it got cut off after the first part in my notifs so i literally looked at my phone like this when i checked LMFAOOOOO

YA WISE GUY ......

anyways

flutterdash .... my original OTP for the past 13 years ...... god i love them so much. theyre always fun to design hypokids for <333

[lovelyrotter]

can ppl in this fandom like... stop... implying that transmasculinity in hcs or (especially) canon is shallow or misogynistic or even transmisogynistic on princible, like literally just by being prescent in someones mind or in the text. like that doesnt fuckin feel good. thats kind of really nasty to imply. if its not okay to say about other trans experiences, maybe dont say it about this one either. why is there a weird little exception here. yall KNOW how much that sucks to hear all day every day. what the fuck

[neitherlightnordark]

susie is lamer thsn i remembered

[b0nelessdoodles]

Does he get a happy ending? (Please tell me he gets a happy ending, or at least an ending where he isn't left in utter torture)

you're in lucky bud 'cause for the most part he currently has a happy ending! at least in terms of like where he is at in the rp 'cause like i could always make things worse but i think he's suffered enough so he'll probably be fine

as of rn he's happily married to pure vanilla after the two finally stopped pining for each other and i love it for them both <3

[pup-pee]

my father telling me how scared he was when i ran away from the house but i cant express how scared i was 2 b in the house

hey, whats up w/that?

[soup-child]

Gnawing and crunching and tearing things apart with my teeth thinking about character design (specifically hair) reflecting a characters current emotional state

[dandyshucks]

me meeting someone new and Guz making a point to use my pronouns casually in the conversation so that we don't have to make a big deal of it, and he just gives me the proudest silliest thumbs-up after managing to introduce me using both they and it 😭😭💗💗💗

[coridallasmultipass]

[ Nikke spoilers for mid September 2024 update mini story / my comments on it. ]

Closeted trans dudes dressing up at the family function like:

It's such a familiar scene, for family to see you dressing up out of obligation and then being like, 'Oh, NOW you're so beautiful, you should do this more often.' And internally, your body is screaming that it feels so wrong, why did you perform your perceived gender for this event! Or like, for me personally too, the whole missing the vibe of the event and dressing up way more than anyone else, and then feeling so out of place. I've joked before about Red Hood having older brother vibes, maybe she has trans vibes for me too now, lol.

Also, strange that Liliweiss is saying 'for the future' to Red Hood. Who, y'know, is basically terminally ill (corrupted). Red Hood doesn't 'have' a future, she just has the present and past. At this point in this mini-story thing (I'm assuming it takes place around the time of the Red Ash event), is Liliweiss aware of the plans to integrate Red Hood into Rapi, and therefore 'have' a future? Or am I just reading into this way too much? Lol. Just sounded like a really weird and inconsiderate thing to say to her.

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That aside, why the fuck did y'all vote the dress over the other two Red Hood skins?! I'm so disappointed, the other two were way cooler and not out of character:

((I mean, I guess it's technically in-character since it's canon now, and has to do with 'old music' but c'mon, man...))

Image description below cut:

First image: Red Hood from Nikke: Goddess of Victory is in a strappy and revealing dress. It's the same colour as her hair. She's embarrassed and standing next to a gramophone, while holding a champagne glass. She is also wearing fingerless half-palm leather gloves. Text: Red Hood: Oh jeez, I can't do this! I just can't!

Next two images: Text: Dialogue:

Commander: You did well in that outfit.

Red Hood: Anything was better than staying at that party, even fighting raptures. I've never been so glad to have a bunch of them show up.

Rapunzel: Your dress is all dirty, though. And the hem is all torn...

Red Hood: Who cares? It's not like I'm going to be wearing this ever again.

Liliweiss: Why not? I thought you'd be keeping it for the future.

Red Hood: No thanks. Not a chance.

Snow White: That's too bad. At least I finally got to see you all dressed up. Can I at least take a picture for posterity?

Red Hood: Absolutely not. I don't want to leave any evidence of this humiliating sight.

Last three images are the Red Hood skins/appearances that we voted on. First image is the feminine dress with the gramophone mentioned before, which won the poll. Second image is Red Hood on a motorcycle with a leather jacket, crop top, mini shorts, and thigh highs. Third image is Red Hood standing next to a wolf, and she is wearing form-fitted high-rise pants, a strappy harness bra-top and collar, and a cropped blazer.

[mashmouths]

anyone want to pull an edna pontellier with me

[skyburger]

if you think about it the cast of azran legacy is really quite funny because all of the main characters have a personal stake in all this and luke is just also there. he was like oh fuck yeah i get to solve puzzles with the professor... im in

[figuerockfaeth]

I NEED TO MOVE OUT NOOWWWWWWW

[phagodyke]

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[arolesbianism]

Oh oxygen not included printing pod we're rly in it now

[icannotgetoverbirds]

Rural queers, suburban queers, queers surrounded by hate, I may never be strong enough to live your life, but I stand in solidarity with you. you are welcome in spaces with me. lightspeed and stars' blessings to you. I send the same regards to rural/suburban poc and poc surrounded by hate, and it all goes doubly for those of both demographics.

white trans ppl from liberal suburbia in blue states will go on and on about how scary it is to be a trans person right now but the second they encounter a trans person from a red state they’ll be like “ummmmm why would you live in such an uncivilized place lmao maybe you shouldn’t have voted for republicans like if you don’t like how conservative it is then just leave” as if these states aren’t populated by black and brown people who face intense voter suppression and poor people who can’t just up and leave. not to mention the fact that all those articles y’all are sharing about the state of trans safety? those are in our states and we will be the ones who go down first. so instead of laughing at us dumb hicks from your liberal safe haven, consider instead shutting the fuck up and actually doing something to help us. because they’re coming for you next.

[hypnagogics]

THE WAY YOU WRITE IS JUST SO YUMMM so yeah🧍🏻‍♀️can you write something about streamer ellie <33

☆: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. definitelyyyy hasn't been...months...anyway. positive this is one of the worse things i've written, but didn't wanna leave you hanging forever! ngl it's pretty filthy..heh.

◇: 18+ pretend those twitch guideline things don't exist. remote control vibrator use, orgasm denial, sub-ish!ellie?? plot twist at the end bc i think im so funny. 1.6k wc. don't mind the layout of this idk what else to do...

You watch your girlfriend stream her game from your fluffy and comfortable spot on your shared bed—you observe how focused she was on her screen, how her skilled fingers were flying across the keyboard and mouse. It would certainly be a shame to disturb her in such a high tension moment but you think it over, running your finger over the small buttons of the sleek little remote in your hand.

"Yeah, yeah, got 'em! Look at that guys, I fuckin’ aced that!" Ellie rejoices in her victory, and gleefully boasts to her viewers, adjusting her microphone closer and leaning back in her chair.

You're glad you were far off camera, her fans didn't even know she was in a relationship—Ellie made it clear she wanted you to be separate from her hobbies, not because she wanted to keep you a secret, but because she wanted to keep you safe. And you enjoyed watching her stream from the sidelines like this, you saw how her personality captivated viewers and how much fun she really was. But you also enjoyed messing with her on the occasion. Like today.

"Can I watch tonight's stream again?" You asked her eagerly. "Yeah, why not? I'll be doing some tournaments and stuff though, so no distractions." Oops. You bit back a laugh. Ellie immediately sussed out the mischievous look on your face and she sighed, expecting the worst.

Then you showed her the box you've been hiding, "Please let's try, I won't click it too much, I promise." She stared at you for a whole minute, maybe more, before sighing and reluctantly agreeing, rubbing her hands all over her face. "God, fine. Just 'cause I love you. Damn you're evil."

Fast forward to now—the device was snugly inserted inside her pretty pussy, tested out to prove it does in fact work, and works well at that.

So off Ellie went to play her game, getting so caught up in everything she seemingly forgot about the device entirely. In between games she was talking to the viewers, reading the chat and joking back and forth. You decided it was a good enough time to click it so you pressed the button, only for a miniscule zap.

She jerked in her seat, gasping, but quickly recovered with a strategic cough. "Phew sorry guys, something got caught in my throat." You saw a bright berry blush spread across her face, and the way she fought to turn and throw a glare at you. This was going to be fun.

"Alright, the next round’s gonna start, we gotta lock in! Hopefully nothing pops up and this goes smoothly. I can taste the win already.” She put a certain warning tone to her voice in the last part of her sentence, you knew it was meant for you, but were you going to listen? Absolutely not. "Oh yeah chat fun fact, this old area of the map was inspired by ancient ruins just of—ah!" As if her body had a mind of its own, she squirmed in her seat and she clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a moan when you hit it again, but this time you didn't turn it off right away. You kept it going for a few more seconds, to prolong the terribly delicious sensation.

She screwed her eyes shut tightly and held her breath until you turned it off, mumbling to her viewers about "having hiccups". "The game is starting now, so we really gotta get serious." Her voice had an unsteadiness to it only you could hear, she was keeping her composure rather well so far. But likely wouldn't be able to keep up the act for much longer. Even she has her limits.

As her match went on, she got quiet when she was focused, mashing the keys with a speed fast as sound. Of course, you hit it again, just a short one, causing a choked "guh" to escape from her lips and she twitched when you did so, her facade starting to crack. The effort to keep her voice stable was showing, she was huffing and struggling to get her words out clearly, they were laced with obvious irritation.

"Fuck missed the shot, dammit. Yeah I don't know, somethings up today, sorry guys...off my game." You decided to be nice to her until the game ended, not pressing it further or adjusting the intensity. She played for a little while longer before losing the match, leaning forward on the desk with her face in her hands. This was the perfect moment, so you cranked it up, increased the intensity to maximum, and held the button for the longest time yet, making her whine—a low, drawn out sound she couldn't stifle this time.

You could hear lots of messages being sent, pings in rapid succession, they were probably clipping that moment. Perverts, you thought. 

Her chest was noticeably heaving up and down, her legs spread as she rocks her front against the chair, and she kept her head lowered until you decreased the intensity but didn't turn it all the way off. Her hands were shaking, and her face was a vibrant cherry red, the screen even reflected the sparkle of a couple tears in her eyes.

“What? Oh, I'm just so sad about the loss guys, we were so close—hnn- so…so closeahh—I mean, we should've gotten that…” She trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip and tapping her fingers on the desk’s wooden surface. “Y’know what, I'll be right back.” She paused the stream, made triple sure her camera and microphone were turned off, then whipped around in her chair to face you, glaring silver daggers your way.

You just giggled innocently and turned the device off again. “What the fuck is wrong with you, this shit is not- not light on you at all.” Her voice was breaking, her pretty features contorted in a beautifully needy expression, eyebrows furrowed and eyes all watery. Nearly as wet as the mess in her pants. You feigned innocence and shrugged at her, “Well I didn't know it was that strong.” “You knew damn well.” She's fed up with your antics, but you have fun playing with her. She covers her face and leans back in the chair, the embarrassment in her voice the only thing you could hear, “Fuck you...turn it up again, wanna cum.”

You couldn't contain the laugh that burst forth from your chest, then said, “Only if you stream it.” The shock that flickered across her face was priceless, you wish you could have snapped a photo.

“What the fuck do you mean by that, nah forget it.”

“Hey, you gotta finish your stream either way, they're waiting. Would you wanna be so awful and deprive those darlings of your presence?”

You flash her a sugary smile, and she shoots you a murderous look again, before wordlessly scooting back to her setup, fanning herself briefly and readjusting her coppery hair.

Then she turns the stream back on. “Sorry guys, I had to get up for a second. Anyway, let's play one more game. I'm getting kinda tired today. Let's make this one count, lock in like never before.” She takes a deep breath, cracks her knuckles, and begins smacking away at the keyboard buttons. You're able to see the way she looks tense, on edge, anticipating your devilish interruption.

You debate whether you should torture her, but the answer quickly becomes clear. Click.

“Ah—fuck!” She sputters, and roughly slams her fist on the desk. The pleasure was hitting her with full force, she was in her own, lewd, world now. Her head is thrown back, back arched and hips stuttering, the release was about to sneak up on her.

You watch the scenario unfold, licking your lips and pressing your thighs together to deal with the pressure between them. Her unapologetic moans get louder, but for a second she snaps out of the trance to sit back upright, turn the stream off, before the peak hits her like a truck.

“Holy, fu—hah!!” With a squeal she cums, not caring about how fucking loud she was being, wanting to be selfishly absorbed in ecstasy.

She started to jolt around in her seat, the throes of overstimulation making her whimper like an animal in heat, it truly was a sight to behold. You wish you were in between her legs, lapping up her sweetness straight from the source, but in a way, just watching from the sidelines was satisfying enough. You'll clean her up afterward.

Finally you turned it off once and for all, and gazed at her, she was panting heavily, the post-orgasm glow making her rosy skin shimmer in the low light.

“Hmmm, thanks babe, that was so good…” She tried to talk, her head was in the clouds, but she looked at peace.

“You're a whore.” You chortled, and you two shared a laugh.

Although, a flurry of shrill sounds brought you both out of the fantasy. Ping, ping, ping.

Unfortunately she wasn't able to enjoy the aftermath of a mind-numbing session, because her eyes shot open and she began scrambling to find the source of the sound. Your stomach dropped as you watched her panic, her neuroticism infectious.

She looked at you, her eyes wider than saucers, nothing but fear in her voice, “I wasn't able to turn my mic off…”

What was she going to do now?

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