#ryan when i get my hands on your gender

[lovesgoneinsane]

[pocket-watcher]

Maybe an isekai where the transported FeMC knows one of the characters has hypnosis powers (love rival? twist villain? Just The Villain?) and does everything she can to avoid him. That makes him suspicious, so he corners her and uses his powers & learns a lot more than he was expecting...

Anon you have reached into my soul with this prompt. I am SO excited to write this I can’t even EXPLAIN.

What’s worse than being hit by a truck and magically waking up inside of your favourite show?

Knowing all of the plot twists ahead of time.

She could never feel comfortable around her new magical friends! Whenever she looked at them all she saw was the plot:

Casey would lose the love of her life.

Danell would turn to the dark side to try and save her family.

Trevor would permanently lose all of his memories of their time together.

And Ryan?

“Something the matter?” Ryan said, clocking in on her checked-out look.

Ryan was the villain.

“Oh. Sorry, I totally spaced. What did you say?” she replied.

Who was she, you ask? The main character, of course.

The fact that she knew she was a main character was awful. I mean, the first thing she did was dye her naturally bright pink hair a nice earthy brown. And get blue contacts for her purple eyes.

It didn’t counteract the curse of a main character, though.

Love interests of every gender threw themselves at her feet. Mysteries and prophecies popped up every two days. She couldn’t even walk three steps without stumbling across a mystical artefact to help her and her friends save the world through the ✨power of friendship✨.

Yay.

So, as they sat around chatting she tried to pretend this group was as normal as possible.

But she couldn’t do that with Ryan.

Ryan had these powers, ways of controlling and manipulating the main cast. He rarely used them this early on in the series.

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t.

She started out by avoiding him as much as possible. Putting her earbuds in as soon as he spoke. Switching classes (which she always sat in the back of, by the window).

He clocked on pretty quickly - which was annoying.

Then, when cornered about why she was acting so weirdly around him she claimed it was because she had some crush on him which only made him more suspicious and led to three episodes of her friends trying to force them together.

And now?

He was watching her. He knew something was up. He knew that she knew something she shouldn’t.

And she had run out of excuses to avoid him.

One by one her friends left to deal with some side plot that had cropped up, and before she could react she was sitting alone with him.

“So, penny for your thoughts?” He started, pushing the emo black hair out of his eyes.

Total villain stereotype.

“Oh, nothing!”

Being the main character, her smooth, easy lie, came out jumbled and awkward. Just a by-product of being in the presence of a villain. Or maybe he was activating the part of his powers that made them slip up.

Either way he could read her like a book.

“Come on, I don’t bite.” He let some of his deep tone sink into the words and she felt her head go slightly fuzzy.

She jumped to attention at once to snap out of it.

“Oh! Wow! I uh, I forgot about the - thing! Gotta go do the thing, yep. See you later, Ryan!” She tripped over air, steadying herself. She was still affected by whatever he had done to her.

“…did I do something?” He asked, voice surprisingly small.

“What? No! I told you. I have to go get the thing!” She said, eyes darting away from his gaze.

“Really?” He said, something shifting in his facial expression. He began to raise his hand, and she instinctively shut her eyes to block them out.

He stopped. Looking between her and the glow of his fingertips.

“Oh.”

She’d played her card, hearing the curiosity and amusement in his voice.

“How long have you known?” He asked, calmly. She stood firm, unyielding, eyes squeezed tight.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Is that so?” He laughed. “Then why don’t you open your eyes?”

She felt the temptation, his magic at work, tugging at her. She wanted to open her eyes. No, he wanted her to feel that way.

Stay strong.

“Come on… just a little peek?” His hands glowed more, her face relaxing as his power sank into her. She’d feared this day for a while, but now she was living it her mind couldn’t find the will to fight back.

Her eyes opened low, and that was enough.

The glow filled her vision, her eyes wide and jaw slack.

“There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He said, and if she could think she’d have realised that was the exact quote he said during the grand reveal…

But she couldn’t think. She couldn’t begin to imagine resisting.

“Now, why don’t you tell me how you knew about my powers hmmm?” His glowing finger beconning her closer.

Her legs moved on their own.

“Well?”

She froze, what little part of her was aware tried to fight it. But it was no use.

She spilled it all. How she ended up here. The plot of the show. Everyone’s hidden subplots and character arcs.

By the end of it he simply sat and contemplated what she had told him for a moment.

He stared at the broken woman before him.

“Well, I guess now is when things get interesting…”

[windrsr]

How do yanderes react when the reader cries during an argument with them?

(Male Yandere OCs x Gender Neutral Reader)

Tw: Micheal being an asshole on his part.

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•Henry - He sighs and shakes his head. This is not what he was expecting, but he uses this as a way to manipulate you into thinking he was right about everything. He holds your face in the palms of his hands and kisses your forehead. You don't see that he's smirking. "Oh, my little doll. Have you reached your limit? You poor, poor thing. If you would've listened to me, you wouldn't be like this..."

Micheal - He growls and rolls his eyes. Crying doesn't do anything to him. Doesn't make him feel sorry, bad, anything. It only makes him annoyed. "You're crying. You're fucking crying. How pathetic." He says before shoving you out the way. "Cry alone while you think about all the things that you said. I'm not going to bother pitying you."

•Miru - He immediate panics, seeing tears roll down your cheeks. He already has a difficult time understanding human emotions, but he definitely doesn't know what to do when someone is crying or angry because of him! "P-please don't cry, y/n! I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry!" He feels devastated. He's on the verge of crying himself before bringing you close and holding you.

•Aaron - All of his anger slowly fades away seeing tears fill your eyes. Usually, he lets his anger get the best out of him, but he never wanted to take it out on you. Never. He stares at the ground in silence, not knowing what to say.

•Loki - He squints his eyes and tilts his head to the side. He's confused...Loki thinks this agruement wasn't even a big deal. "Why are you crying? Stop it. There's nothing to cry about." He says, wiping your tears.

•Samuel - He's heartbroken and disappointed in himself. He hates it when you cry, espeically if you're crying because of him. He wipes your tears away and kisses your forehead. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I never meant to make you cry. It's okay, let it all out. I'll be here."

•Ryan - He looks at you in shock. No, this wasn't supossed to happen. He's supposed to protect you, keep you safe, make you happy...Not make you upset and cry. He wants to reach out and hug you, but he feels like he doesn't deserve to even touch you. "You don't have to forgive me for the things I said...I just want to protect you. I hope you can understand that, y/n."

[oleander-nin]

The Weight of a Letter(5)

A/N: It's a bit stupid, but it's done. Sorry for the gross writing, I'm just tired and had to write this in advance so I didn't have to worry over my trip. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

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Content warnings: Stalking, Paranoia, dark themes, breaking and entering, throwing up

Chapter 5: A Silent Act

I shovel the school made mac n’ cheese into my mouth, watching the other kids in the cafeteria move by. Scanning the crowd as I try my best to not spit up my food, I tap on the envelope sitting in my lap. It was another letter from the mysterious ‘Othello Von Ryan’, having survived its journey into my locker once more. I huff, chewing on my cheek and I poke at my food with my spork. The more I thought about it, the more it didn’t make sense.

I had gotten five letters so far, each one accompanied with flowers, and up until now, a box of chocolates. My eyes drift to the pink flower I had set on the table, my hand moving to softly touch its petals. Out of everything given, I liked the flowers the most. The red tulip, a red carnation, a small bundle of baby’s breath, a gardenia, and now, a pink flower, layered in petals. 

I twist a petal of the light pink flower in between two fingers, admiring its full bloom. It was gorgeous, and completely undamaged. I couldn’t help but admire its beauty. But how had it made its way into my locker, completely unharmed? Me and Irma had been trying to solve this mystery since the first letter arrived, but we were nowhere near figuring it out.

I look up when I feel the table shift, Irma taking her spot across from me. I marveled at her uncanny ability to appear as soon as I started thinking of her. Irma smiles at me, pushing her lunch tray away. I don’t blame her, I was already regretting eating the provided food. I pass her my apple, Irma taking it gleefully as she eyes the flower. Taking a bite, she chews for a bit while tapping her finger next to the petals.

“Huh, no chocolates this time. Is that the new one?” I nod at Irma’s words, pulling out the letter and offering it out to her. Irma takes the envelope, opening it carefully. Her pointer finger and thumb rest on the paper, not pulling it out yet. “It was still sealed, (Y/n). Did you not read it yet?”

“I wanted to wait for you.” I shove another spoonful of my mac ‘n cheese into my mouth, trying to gag on the mush as I wait for Irma to pull out the letter and read it. In all honesty, I was starting to hate the letters. It was all too much as of late, and me and Irma were nowhere near figuring out who was sending them. My eyes glance around the cafeteria, on the lookout for shadows. They were getting more and more frequent, closer and less concealed. I hated it, hated the way I was barely able to live without the fear of some stupid figure my imagination made up. Hated the way my pulse spiked at every little thing crossing my vision.

Irma’s eyes rake over my face, taking in the details she had probably memorized by this point. I take another bite of my food and dust off my hands to the side, Irma clearing her throat before starting to read the letter out loud.

“Dear (Y/n),” She starts in a dramatized voice. I snort, shaking my head as I grin. She puts on a fake accent, eyeing me with a small smile. Every letter started with the same normal opening before diving into sappy madness as the writer described their love. Irma tried to make the letter seem as regal as possible, reading them becoming one of her favorite things. “You’ve continued to breach my thoughts even though we have barely talked. Everything I create I now do in your name. In my brother’s words, you’ve become my muse.”

Irma pauses for a moment, taking another bite of her apple. She quickly chews before swallowing, continuing her theatrical telling of the letter. “You’re breathtaking, completely astonishing. You complete me, and I am truly the only thing you need.” Irma grimaces a bit at that statement, fake gagging to make me laugh before continuing on. “I promise I will reveal myself soon, seeing as I don’t think I can go without you much longer.”

“Ooo,” I say, tapping the table. “Looks like they might just tell us instead of us having to play the detective.”

Irma rolls her eyes, hushing me. I pretend to zip my lips shut, earning a snicker from my friend. “I cannot wait until you're mine, until we are together. Nothing will come between us, that I promise you. These letters are not enough to suffice my need to be by your side, to love and care for you as you deserve. I will be the best thing that ever happened to you. Until the time comes, forever yours, Othello Von Ryan.”

Irma sets the letter down, sliding it over to me. I pick it up and scan the writing, shaking my head in disbelief. “Well, we know one thing for certain. The writer sure thinks highly of himself.”

Irma tries to stop her grin from forming, her hand moving over her mouth to muffle her laugh. She reaches over and picks up the flower twirling it in between her fingers. “Have you checked to see what it is yet?”

I shake my head, looking at the flower in her hands. It really was beautiful, as were all the flowers I had been gifted. “You have the app. I don’t.”

Irma sighs dramatically as she pulls out her phone, taking a picture of the flower and uploading it to one of her plant identification apps. Considering neither of us knew much about plants, Irma came up with the idea of checking what plant it was through an app in case they were poisonous or rash inducing. Which would be a great idea if I hadn’t completely manhandled each flower before we checked. Irma glances up at me, showing me her phone screen. “It’s a camellia, one of the pink variety, as you can obviously see.”

I nod, taking the flower back as Irma continues to eat her lunch. I admire the flowers' delicate beauty, its soft pink petals layered atop one another make the flower full. This flower, like all the others, had not been damaged when it was put into my locker. I didn’t know how I felt about this. Sure, the letters were sweet, the flowers romantic, and the previous chocolates delicious, but did all that really make the fact someone might be breaking into my locker null and void? I chew on the inside of my cheek, thinking about it. I didn’t want the letters or flowers to stop, that was for sure. Receiving these gifts made me feel special, like I mattered. As selfish as that was, I didn’t want to give it up.

The chatter of the teenagers around me reverberates in my head, my eyes scanning the room. Any one of these people could be the writer, I just had to figure out who. I hoped it wasn’t some mean trick, some prank to fool me into loving someone. I just wanted to matter to someone. Having a special someone in light of all my trouble sounded great. Irma grabs my hand, bringing me back into the now, the sound around me quieting down once more. She taps my knuckles with her thumb, her brown eyes staring deep into my own. I feel slight guilt for my thoughts at her stare. Even if the letters weren’t real, Irma was. She was my friend, she cared. I knew I would never lose her.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” She asks softly, letting go of my hand now that she pulled me back out of the clouds. I rub the heel of my hand against my eyes, frowning slightly. I didn’t want to have to bother Irma with this, she already helped me with so much. It felt like I was just taking and never giving her anything in return.

“Just… worried about the letters, I guess.” I admit. I lean into my arms, hoping Irma wouldn’t press. To my relief, she doesn’t. Irma pats my arm, a hopeful grin on her face.

“Yeah, I’ve been worried as well. We can mess around with your locker before leaving school, okay?”

“We’ve been messing with it.” I point out.

“Well maybe we missed something. Plus, if it doesn’t work, we can just go to the front office and ask for a new locker.” Irma says, picking up both of our trays and going to throw them away. I stand up, glancing at the clock. We had one minute before lunch ended. I nod, conceding.

“Sure. One more time.”

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Irma punched my locker now that the halls were desolate, the sound of Irma’s fist colliding with the steel echoing through the halls. 

“Careful tiger, you might just bust it open.” A dopey grin stretches across my face, Irma turning to me in annoyance.

“I just. I don’t get how someone could get in! Try opening it again, maybe there’s a mechanic in the lock you can exploit.” Irma throws her hands the air, a strangled noise sounding from her throat. Her neck was flushed red, frustration shining through her usual relaxed demeanor. It was hard for her to not understand something, especially when it came to matters like this. I was glad Irma wasn’t the one getting the letters. She’d interrogate the entire school trying to find them.

I push off from the wall I was leaning against, standing in front of my locker and putting in the code. I pull up the lock’s trigger and yank, groaning when nothing happens. I yank on the grip in frustration, wanting to kick the darn thing myself. I move to put in the code again, but I get startled by a loud gasp from behind me. I whip my head around to look at Irma, her eyes trained on the top corner of my locker. The basketball star moves in between me and the metal, her fingers gripping the top corner and pulling. It comes loose, the metal bending until the lock catches it.

My mouth gapes at the sight. The locker opened enough to fit someone’s hand through before the metal refused to bend. Irma let the locker snap back into place, looking at me proudly. “We found the exploit!”

I straighten up a bit at her proud announcement, shaking my head as I grin. Irma claps her hands, her face morphing into a scary grin. “Oh ho ho, we can so use this to our advantage.”

I look at Irma, confused. What did that even mean, was she planning on hurting the writer? “What?”

Irma picks up both of our bags that were on the ground, dragging me towards the exit. I stumble a bit before regaining my balance. I toddle alongside her, Irma starting to ramble on about her idea. 

“We now know how they get into your locker, which means we can totally set a trap! They most likely stick their hand into the opening to set everything down, so if we put a bag of colored stain there, their hand will get stained! We can literally catch them red handed!” Irma grins widely, letting go of my hand to rub hers together. “Oh, this will be so fun.”

I shake my head, laughing softly. I didn’t mind not knowing yet. Sure, some of the letters had been a bit… Odd, but none had been too dangerous so far. The person writing them was probably just awkward.

“Are we sure we want to do that? It feels… Mean.” I say, rubbing my arm awkwardly. It rubbed me the wrong way to do something like that, especially since they had been mostly sweet thus far. Irma huffs, sticking out her tongue at me.

“You never let me have any fun.”

I lightly shove her to the side, blowing air from my nose. “Oh you do not get to say that. Who’s the one who banned me from playing hide and seek in the apartments when we were seven?”

“You completely totaled poor Ms. Fitzgerald’s plants! And I only made the rule of no going into the halls!” Irma laughs, shoving me back. I chuckle to myself, a wide grin on my face. Everything was perfect right now, I never wanted this to end. If I could stop time, it’d be right now. Just us laughing, reminiscing on our old games. We exit the school and head to our shared complex, joking on the way. I absentmindedly scan the rooftops, humming softly as I look for the ever-present shadows.

I feel my stomach drop when I see the familiar figure on the rooftop across the road, leaning against an AC unit. It was half shrouded in the shadows, produced by the building to its right. I stop in my tracks, staring at it. I couldn’t move, my blood running cold. A flash of purple was seen before it backed away, my eyes glued to the spot it stood.

“(Y/n)?” Irma’s voice snaps me out of it as I whip my head around to face her. I try to school my face back into my usual smile, but Irma doesn’t buy it. Her face pinches in worry, her eyes shining in sympathy. My throat closes slightly as I look at her, my heart aching. She didn't deserve this, she shouldn’t have to worry. My eyes flick back to the spot I saw the figure. I chew on my lip, conflicted. How much should I tell her?

“Just saw something.” I mumble, moving to continue walking. I don’t elaborate, and Irma doesn’t push, knowing what I was referencing already. I shrink slightly, frowning. I was tired of having everything wrong with me. Irma moves her hand to my shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly and I let out a small sigh. It would all be fine, Irma was here with me. Nothing would happen while we were together.

We walk side by side the rest of the way, neither of us speaking much. I keep my eyes off the rooftops, not wanting to possibly see the figure again. When we enter the complex, the building is silent. Irma lets out a loud groan before yanking me towards the stairs when we see the ‘Out of Order’ sign on the elevator. Irma passes me my bag as we start up the stairs together. I glance at Irma, shifting my bag onto my shoulder. The building seemed much emptier, dead. I wondered if Irma noticed it too.

Irma sees my discomfort and grabs my hand, holding it as we walk up. Our footsteps echo, bouncing off the concrete walls. I flinch slightly when I hear another pair of footsteps in the stairwell, Irma squeezing my hand again.

“Calm down, it’s okay.” Her voice was low and she was mumbling, her eyes looking straight ahead. I dart my eyes across the narrow walkway, my hand moving to grip the rail. Irma squeezes my hand again, rubbing at the knuckle. “You don’t need to be so jumpy, it’s all going to be okay.”

I nod, rubbing my free palm on my shorts. My hands were clammy, my hair on end. I harshly exhale through my nose, closing my eyes. Irma was right, everything would be fine. The shadows were outside, far away from me. They couldn’t get me in here, I was safe. Nothing could touch me. My eyes flicker back and forth between the stairs and the entranceway to Irma’s floor, our feet lightly thudding across the carpeted hall. I pat my hands on my thighs, shifting awkwardly. Irma opens her door and steps inside, waving to me before closing her door.

I stand there for a moment more, barely breathing. I close my eyes, trying to ignore the way my body is shaking. I pull at my shirt as I walk back to the stairwell. I just had to walk up two more flights, and then I was safe. It was okay. Everything would be okay. Nothing can hurt me. My eyes drift to the cameras, trying to memorize where they sit. There was one at every platform, but none on the actual stairs. I speed up, running up the stairs. I would be safe if I could just get to my room.

I run up one flight, then two, bolting to my apartment door. I slide my backpack over in front of me, my eyes darting back and forth between the ends of the hallway and my bag as I look for my keys. My heart pounds in my ears, my hands shake and my body tenses as I search. Where were my keys? Why couldn’t I find them? I open more pouches in my bag, dumping things to the floor as I look. I almost cry in relief when the cool metal of my keys hits my hand, picking them up and jamming them into the door. 

I open the door and shove my dropped objects inside with my foot, locking the door behind me once I close it. I let my bag drop to the ground as I breath out in relief, my brain buzzing loudly. I spin around and lean backwards, sliding to the floor. I was okay. It was okay. Irma made it to her apartment, and I made it to mine. I was safe.

I lean my head back against the door, my eyes shining with panicked tears that never shed. I could still feel my heart pounding in my chest, warning me of a danger that was never there. I couldn’t help but feel stupid at my actions. I shake my head, pushing off the door and grabbing my backpack by one of the straps. I start to drag it to my room, feeling too overwhelmed to pick it up. I push open my door, shoving my backpack next to my desk. I lift my arms over my head, popping my back. It was over. I was okay. 

I continue to repeat this to myself as I run my fingers through my hair, letting myself calm down a bit. I turn to my bed, feeling exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to collapse onto my mattress and sleep. My eyes land on the disheveled covers, my heart stopping. I know I made my bed this morning. I stand there, staring at my bed.

Did someone break in? Was I in danger? What if they’re still here, I need to run, I need to-

No. No, I’m not doing this. 

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes and trying to relax my trembling body as I exhale. Everything was fine. I just… Misremembered. Yeah, that’s it. I must have made my bed yesterday, not today. I nod my head, ignoring the way my desk looks as if it had been rifled through, how the flowers that should be dead in my vase seemed fresh. I dig through my backpack for the camellia, humming to myself in desperation to convince myself everything would be just fine. Nothing was wrong, I was just stressed. My school work was getting to me, and I was just being overworked. Everything was normal.

I set the crushed flower in the vase, not looking at the other flowers. To admit they were new was to admit something was wrong. Nothing was wrong. I turn back to my bed and flop down, staring at the ceiling. The fan thrummed above me, its white blades a blur from its movement. I turn to face the window, scanning the skyline of the apartments across the road. My eyes travel to a small piece of fabric fluttering on my window, stuck between the frame and the glass. I slowly get up, inching towards the material. Did I open my window and get a jacket caught? I pick up the black wrapping stuck to my window, it’s fabric rough and the tear jagged. It looked like wrappings someone would use for fighting, something I very much did not own. Someone had been here. I run to the bathroom, my stomach heaving as I spill my lunch into the toilet. 

Everything was not okay.

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ how the boxers react to being flirted with ☆

Sorry for dissapearing (again), i was busy damaging my hearing, enjoy my woobification teehee

Glass Joe

- Really depends on how you flirt with him, if its poetic or really straightforward hes gonna turn into a tomato

- hes not giggling, its just your imagination nuh uh

- he def rolls in bed like a rotisserie chicken while thinking about ur pick up line

- hes gonna try to flirt back until its just a competition of who blushes the hardest

Von Kaiser

- actual jaw drop from him, the more poetic the better

- in shock, his brain literally turns off

- has to check his pulse because GODDAMN his heart is beating harder than usual (You may have a heart palpitation, kaiser)

- you live rent free in his head now congratulations

Disco Kid

- right back at you, if youre a bit too straightforward he may need to tell you to slow down

- youre getting a response IMMEDIATLY. And i mean it, fresh out of the oven, thrown at you with some sprinkles on top

- giggling while he calls you cute names like sweetie, honey, baby etc etc

King Hippo

- nice try, HES AROACE!! (GET HEADCANONED IDIOT!!)

- he laughs it off while making it clear hes not into you or anyone

- flattered though, appreciates the fact that you were willing to go out of your way to approach him

- if he was not aroace or only ace, he'd just smile, the more poetic you go with him the better you have chance of making him go red

Piston Hondo

- hes suddenly cosplaying a cherry

- loves poetic rizz, will definitely go back at you until both of your flirting attempts sound like two lovers mailing each other in opposite sides of the world while one is at war

- if youre straightforward he just gets flabbergasted, like what do you mean there isnt a build up for it with 20 poems inbetween??

- cant focus rest of the day, hes internally screaming off a mountain

- the sight of you just makes his ability to focus evaporate

- draws and/or writes about you rest of the day

Great Tiger

- if you use something clever you can get a small blush out of him

- if you're the type to go for poetic lines youre gonna need to call 911 because his soul literally vanishes from existence, tiger dont go into the light stay with us PLEASE

- has to have his clones give him flirting advice because his flirting skills are not there (like 80% of my hearing)

- his flirting attempts are just "damn, are you a construction worker?, because you are a building." no matter how much he tries

Bear Hugger

- he makes his reactions clear, literally emotes while you flirt with him

- if youre poetic or straightforward he literally just says "woah"

- he just turns into that one cartoon wolf im not kidding, literal "ohh mama hubba hubba" from this man

- his flirting style is very straightforward, not "hey babygirl" type but "youre so pretty i would leave all my belongings and change my identity if it ment i could hold your hand" type, do you understand??

Don Flamenco

- replies 1.2 seconds after you, he needs to have the last word here (or last rizz in this case)

- literal mirror, the more more straightforward & atrocious your lines are the more straightforward his are going to be until it devolves into both of you sounding down bad, when they go low, he goes lowER

- poetic lines makes him have a heart attack

- its actually possible to fluster him

- unironically says babygirl to anyone hes flirting with when approaching, it doesnt matter how tall, strong or flirty you are, your gender doesnt matter, he can and will call you babygirl, its a gender neutral term for him, corners you while doing it

Aran Ryan

- evil cackling, if you put a organ over his laugh you suddenly get a scooby doo villain, he sounds less like hes flustered and more like hes about to detonate a nuclear bomb

- unhinged lines, ends up getting restraining orders thrown at him

- brings things he finds cool to flirt, ranging from flowers to rocks (he was a evil crow in a past life trust me his left eyebrow told me)

- cartwheels away

Soda Popinski

- maniacal giggling, even if its not THAT good & ridiculously straightforward

- his pick up lines unintentionally sound like god tier shitposts & end up working somehow

- corners you (in the romantic way) if you're really direct

- has the silliest giggle when flustered, literal "hehe" coming from this man that could snap you in half if he wanted to

Bald Bull

- you think the others are bad at handling flirting?? Then you havent seen bald bull because OH MY GOD HES ABOUT TO LITERALLY FLY OFF THE EARTH

- hes actually fairly difficult to fluster but once you find his weak spot hes gone from there

- cannot flirt back, blurts something dumb out like "sorry im all red pretty people make me nauseous"

- he literally goes (> - <) when blushing & covers his face with his hands

- the more direct you are the closer he gets to passing out

- stutters a lot (omg y/n is that you)

- Bull, this is bottom behavior

- people use the most unhinged pick up lines on him, someone once told him "let me milk you."

- his hands automatically go 👉👈 if hes too flustered

Super Macho Man

- Stop boosting his ego please, he may be flustered but youre kinda enabling him

- dumbest pick up lines

- also another unironic "hey babygirl" user

- if he doesnt know what to do he just throws money & valuables, 5000 dollars be upon ye

Mr Sandman

- oh my god he has the sweetest smile ever (if you dont go too straightforward), he doesnt blush a whole lot but he just chuckles a bit

- if youre direct, his jaw also drops like huh??

- his weak spots are poems & small gifts

- a little bit dense but once he gets it he smiles like crazy

- giggling kicking his feet whenever he remembers that

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

I just saw Barbie. I'm writing meta about it. This is your spoiler warning. Do not read past this if you don't want to be spoiled. Additionally I'm going to discuss radical feminism and liberal feminism. I am neither I'm a feminist, but as a trans person I find both strains to be inaccessible and I prefer a more intersectional approach, just to state my bias upfront. Additionally I anticipate getting multiple "it's not that deep" comments on this meta. To which I respond that the movie may be deeply unserious at times but it does try to tackle gender which means we should get to talk about it.

I do want to acknowledge that this is the movie of the year, and that it's made by Mattel and Warner Brothers and as such it was literally never going to be based and the best we can hope for is what it was, which is liberal girlboss feminism. The movie was very fun and very good and it did have a surprisingly coherent view of gender and it did some things that I did like when it came to that HOWEVER as a gay transgender man watching the movie it's lack of a queer perspective was very obvious to me and took me out of it occasionally.

So I just want to establish for those who have not seen it but are reading this meta how gender works in this movie. And to recap the movie with a focus on the gender stuff rather than the main Pinocchio plot. The movie starts in Barbie land where Barbies have a good day every day and Kens only have a good day when Barbies smile at them. In Barbie land all the powerful jobs are occupied by Barbies and all the Kens have the nebulous job of "beach" which means that whatever the Barbies decide goes and the Kens are more or less subject to their whims (no word on how the Midges or Skippers or Allen fit into this barbie based higherarchy. One could guess based on a couple of scenes but it's never really lingered on)

Ken(Ryan Gosling)'s world revolves around Barbie(Margot Robbie). Ken(RG) is Barbie's(MR) boyfriend, but Barbie is good friends with Ken(Simu Liu) who she dances with and who is generally less cringefail than Ken(RG). Ken(RG) is frequently jealous of Ken(SL). Ken(RG) is also somewhat taken for granted. Barbie doesn't seem to care that much about him. He tries to kiss barbie, she doesn't reciprocate. Ken tries to hang out with Barbie, she kicks him out because it's girls night, as it is every night. So on and so forth. Barbie is not obligated to care about Ken, but she's clearly not putting in any work into maintaining this creator ordained relationship and it's clearly upsetting to Ken.

Barbie is experiencing some Real Girl tm problems such as flat feet and thoughts of death and weird Barbie who has been played with too much sends her into the real world to fix it. Ken(SL) goads Ken(RG) into going with Barbie into the real world. When Barbie learns Ken is coming her immediate assumption is that he'll slow him down.

When Ken and Barbie enter LA Barbie immediately starts experiencing Misogyny. Ken similarly starts experiencing privileges as a man which he did not have in Barbie land. This is heavy handed. Barbie verbally states that she feels like she's being gawked at in an almost violent way and Ken says he feels admired in a not at all violent way (with the outfit Ken was wearing and how he was still carrying himself with deference to barbie I sincerely doubt he would experience exactly 0 homophobia but it was necessary for him to feel that way in order to make his character arc work so I'll let it slide).

Ken goes for a walk without Barbie while barbie does plot relevant activities. He sees women showing respect to men, he sees a slide show of some kind of male role models. He feels like he can be something in this world. So he goes to a middle school library and picks up some books about patriarchy. He tries to get a job in the real world, it goes poorly, so he decides to go back to Barbie land and establish patriarchy there.

Barbie comes back to Barbie land with a friendly human woman named Gloria who works for Mattel and her MCR listening 12 year old daughter. On the way she tells her new human friend and her daughter that Barbies are in charge in Barbie land and women have all the important jobs. But as they drive into Barbie land they find that Ken has gone full radfem in their absence. He's flipped the Barbie-Ken higherarchy on its head. He's turned the dream house into a man cave. And he's some how convinced the Barbies to behave like sandwich making foot massage providing girlfriends.

And here's where I would like to start doing some meta. What has happened here? Ken is essentially a (less complex than human on account of being a doll) cisgender heterosexual white woman. He is in proximity to the ruling party, Barbie who is like a cishet white man. Ken is not on the margins the way that Allen and Midge are. His occupation is Barbie's boyfriend. Ken got a taste of what it was like when the gendered oppression that he is used to is flipped and he decided that's what he wants. He doesn't much care how the discontinued dolls feel about this, he's not thinking about them, nor is the movie. He doesn't really see a problem with there being a division between Barbies and Kens, he doesn't see a problem with one group being subservient. He just doesn't want to be low on the food chain. Ken is right to want liberation for Kens but he thinks that he can obtain that by taking the jobs away from Barbies and giving them to kens. This is why I said Ken has gone full radfem in Barbie's absence. He hasn't gotten rid of the gender essentialism, he hasn't questioned whether power should be shared between Barbies and Kens. Ken is right to throw Barbies shit out of the dream house and kick her to the curb, she doesn't value him like he deserves from a relationship. He's wrong to try to change the constitution to put Kens in charge and change it to Kenland and force all Barbies into the position that Kens previously occupied. I relate this to radfems because radical feminism relies on bioessentialist assumptions and posits that men are always oppressors by their nature and that women would be better off without them. A lot of what makes terfs angry at trans women is that trans people question whether women and men are so easily separately boxed like this and trans women specifically are seen as male infiltrators. Most of them succumb to becoming transphobes before people but on a base level radical feminism is a reactionary hatred of men that is usually based in genuine hurt. Ken is on some all Barbies are pigs shit here rather than examining society and attempting to make it more equitable. I think he needs to sit down with Magic Earring Ken and talk about gender to gain some perspective.

Both me and the movie agree that Kens knee jerk Ken liberation at the Barbies' expense is wrong. Ken even later acknowledged that he didn't even care about patriarchy he just wanted to feel valued. But where me and the movie start to be at odds is when they do a girl boss style ousting of the Kens. Gloria gives a speech about the female grievance she has from the real world and it somehow works on the Barbies despite the fact that the movie previously established that sexism and all of its intricacies and the feelings it engenders are completely foreign to the Barbies. But the Barbies have always been in charge in Barbie land. They're passingly familiar with real world sexism as an abstract concept that they believe they defeated in the 1960s, but they don't experience it, they live in a everyone is valid girlboss utopia. The only way to become ugly is for someone in the real world to play with you too hard, something they can't control. There's no pressure to be pretty because everyone is already pretty and they compliment each other routinely. Barbie doesn't experience any problems being perfect until Gloria starts drawing her with existential dread, and all of the other Barbies are horrified by it as if they've never heard of such a thing. It's a malady that their dear friend is experiencing not a fact of life like it would have to be for Gloria's message to land.

Then they come up with this plan and they free the Barbies and use romantic jealousy to turn the Kens against each other. My problem with this is that in the established world where Kens are the repressed gender, this is essentially putting a bunch of dolls who's oppression is based in being a romantic object for Barbie into misery business ass situations. We're really weaponizing the Kens' internalized misandry against them and saying girlboss? The Kennish desire for Barbie's validation is being used as a tool to oppress them and the movie just... Doesn't see it despite seeming to having coherent liberal feminist messaging*.

Speaking of Liberal feminist messaging. When the Kens realize they've been turned against each other they link arms and head to where the Barbies are. The Barbies have put their constitution back in place. Ken(RG) realizes he's lost and he runs inside crying and Barbie comes to comfort him. Barbie pays lip service to Ken finding who he is without her and to them being "Barbie" and "Ken" instead of "Barbie and Ken" but then when the Kens band together and ask for a supreme court justice President Barbie gives them a concession of a lower court justice and the Kens have to work their way up, the voice over stating that maybe they'll get to where women are irl in a couple decades, and this is treated as a victory somehow. Like putting the girl boss barbietopia back in place at the expense of the Kens is somehow better than the Kens doing the same but in the opposite direction. This after she apologizes to weird Barbie and offers her a cabinet position, treating the most ostracized barbie as more valuable then any Ken.

The closest the movie ever comes to acknowledgeing a perspective outside of the Barbie/Ken binary is when Allen tries to leave Barbieland during the Ken takeover. Allen seems discontented with both the barbieocracy and the kenocracy and he tries to escape containment when Gloria and her emo daughter are leaving Barbie land. He argues that no one will give a shit about a life-sized Allen in the real world because nobody remembers Allen and then he tries to leave with them. Gloria and her daughter change their minds and go back to help Barbie and Allen's plot line just ends there.

There's all these cameos from background and discontinued Dolls. Skipper who's boobs get bigger, Barbie who's a camera, sugardaddy Ken, and magic earring Ken are all in weird Barbies weird house, Midge has a house near Barbie but is judged by the voiceover for being a pregnant doll and Barbie seems to agree, and Allen is the only one who doesn't have duplicates and is sort of in the background casting doubt, but they never follow through on these dolls place in the higherarchy. Which is fine, this movie is the Barbie movie, it's about stereotypical Barbie becoming a real girl and going to the gynecologist. But I do think that they established some dolls on the margins and then left them there, and as someone on the margins in real life I want to know what's going on with them. Most people going to this movie are gonna be Barbies and Kens so they don't touch on it and I think that's kinda sad, but not every movie has to be for me I guess.

TL;DR: the Barbie movie lacks a queer perspective and has some moments where it's stated gender metaphor falls apart because of its necessarily liberal politics.

All that said. I liked the movie. I'm leveling this criticism because it was better than I expected it to be. I didn't expect to go into the theatre and think about gender like that and I did so it deserves points for that even if I have problems with the execution. I thought it would be a shallow Pinocchio plot but it did something fresh with the doll who wants to be a real girl plot and it was genuinely good cinema in terms of the effects and the music and the visual motifs. It was a fun experience I laughed several times. I would recommend it despite being critical of it.

*coherent in that it is a message that has semi consistent internal logic not in that it's internal logic is correct or sound.

[stygianheart]

HAPPY PRIDE! Featuring Ryan (Bryan) Vivero, Unlabeled!!

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“So, Ryan, who’re you into?”

The question was sudden and unprompted—random and sort of confusing. All Ryan had been doing was sitting on the couch and reading a book, when the stupid llama Helmeppo walked up, plopped himself down next to him, and just asked that question.

Ryan paused for a second, looking at Helmeppo in confusion.

Helmeppo repeated the question. “Who’re you into?”

“…why are you asking me this?”

Helmeppo shrugged. “It’s June, so it’s pride month. Just wondering where you fit into that.”

Normally, Ryan would snap at Helmeppo with some witty, smug, and arrogant insult. However, Helmeppo normally didn’t ask Ryan serious questions.

Ryan only knew the question was serious because Helmeppo wasn’t smirking.

He lowered his book, frowning a bit as he turned to stare at the floor. “…I don’t know.” He finally answered.

“Seriously?” Helmeppo raised a single brow. “So, you don’t know if you like guys or girls or people in between or—”

“I don’t know.” Ryan snapped, sending a glare to his friend. “Genuinely.”

“Okay, then what’s your type?”

“What part of ‘I don’t know’ don’t you understand, you brainless llama?!”

“I was just asking a question!!”

Ryan huffed, pulling out his cigarette box. “Look. I don’t know. I like who I like, and to be honest, I don’t want to put a label on it. I never had the time for a crush, but…” he glanced at Helmeppo, the gears in his brain turning ever so slowly. “I guess I do have a type? Someone tall. Smart and loyal. Brave, too, and caring.” He reached a hand over, picking up some of Helmeppo’s hair between his fingers and electing to ignore the fact the blond’s face was turning pink.

“W-what are you?!—”

“I like long hair too.” Ryan mused, rubbing the hair between his fingers before letting go and pulling his hand away. “And—”

“Don’t touch my hair!” Helmeppo snapped, scooting away from Ryan ever so slightly. “And didn’t you have a crush on Martial Geob the pirate? Even though he’s, like, nine years older than you? He has long hair.”

Ryan scowled. “Don’t cut me off, asshole!” Helmeppo raised his hands in a silent apology as Ryan lit a cigarette. “…I guess they gotta be a bit older? Though not, like. Old older. Just…like a few years older than me. 1 to 5 years, though I’ve gotta have met them as an adult. But I don’t really think gender matters to me.” He took a puff of his cigarette, watching the smoke tendrils float around.

“…Ryan, you’re a doctor, you should know smoking is bad—”

“Fuck off and let me finish my answer!” Ryan grunted in annoyance as Helmeppo smiled sheepishly in yet another silent apology. “Point is, I like who I like. Guy, girl, between and neither, I like whoever, as long as they fit my sort of type. And I don’t like labels, so…I’m unlabeled, I guess.” His eyes flicked over to Helmeppo as silence began to fill the air between them. He was probably going to regret asking, but whatever. “And what about you?”

Helmeppo shrugged, leaning back on the couch. “Mostly girls. I’ve liked a guy here and then, but I prefer the ladies Though I like it when people are kinda rude and blunt and unafraid to snap back. Brave, in a way. But even though they’re rude, they’re selfless and kind. You get what I’m saying?”

Ryan tapped his cigarette against the tray beside him, watching the ashes fall. “Yeah. Guess I do.” He muttered. There was a pause, then— “so basically me?”

“What?! NO! SHUT UP, AS IF!!!!”

Ryan snorted, almost dropping his cigarette. “Please, your face is redder than my hair right now!”

“Oh shut up, you—you—you wretched hyena!”

“Awww, is someone scared that I found out about his little crush on me?”

“I DON’T LIKE YOU, SCREW OFF!” Helmeppo blubbered, immediately trying to elbow Ryan. The corpsman dodged it easily, still laughing at the flustered look on his friend's face. He took it in through the laughter, his smile growing by the second.

Unlabeled, huh?

Guess I can live with that.

[bitchinbarzal]

Maybe something about being pregnant with Tate and Ethan’s there your whole pregnancy. Like he goes to every doctors appointment and is there for anything you need

“Eddy you don’t need to be here…” you sighed, noticing his eyes looking all around the waiting room.

“Hey no, no I want to be here I’m just… overwhelmed”

You reached across and held his hand “Me and you both buddy”

Once you were in the sonography room Ethan kept hold of your hand, to keep you calm.

“Are you ready to find out the gender today?” Your midwife, Claire asks in an excited tone.

You smiled “Yeah, most of us are betting boy”

Ethan mumbled “I’m team girl”

Claire smiled “me too…”

“Ethan, I’m Ethan” “hi Ethan, im Claire. Thanks for looking out for my girl here”

Claire had been very fond of you since you’d began coming to her practice.

You knew the drill — the gel, the wand and the waiting to hear the heartbeat.

“It looks like Ethan and I are winners of this bet” Claire mumbled, looking at the screen.

Your eyes locked with Eddy’s and he smiled

“You mean…”

“You’re having a babygirl”

Tears began falling down your face “Oh my god”

“A little girl…” Ethan whispered “She’s so loved already”

It was close to two in the morning and you were craving chicken nuggets.

You scrolled on your phone, humming and hawing before you text Ryan

you up?

fuck off im out at a party don’t text me

sorry, have fun

whatever

You went to put the phone down when you got a notification from Ethan, a DM

why are you awake?

how did you know I was awake?

Instagram says you were active. why you up?

it’s lame lol I wanted chicken nuggets. baby’s craving

Ethan read the message and didn’t reply. You frowned but moved to scroll on TikTok. Less than an hour later a notification came through.

baby gets what baby wants. i’m outside with nuggs

You tan out and there he was stood with the McDonald’s bag and a sleepy smile

“Ethan Edwards, i love You”

“Anything for baby”

[yanderes-galore]

spare Atlas (Bioshock.) content? I'm totally cool with just a concept of base headcannons, I'm beginning to get into the series and uhhhh braincells go awoooga at Atlas. (i can thankfully blame you for getting me into a lot of media haha.)

Surprisingly never gave him a proper concept 💀 Here you go! I'm happy I got you into new media :)

Been awhile since I played Bioshock so I hope I didn't get him too OOC.

He's a handsome man, can't blame you for going awooga at him LOL.

Yandere! Atlas Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Swearing, Deception, Manipulation, Obsession, Mentioned intimacy, Thoughts of murder/Murder mention, Possessive behavior, Biting/Marking mention, Threats, PDA, Kidnapping, Dubious relationship.

His personality is inconsistent between Bioshock and BaS.

He's supposed to be charismatic as he is a rebellion leader.

But he is also cold and cruel like his original identity.

Due to this I would probably write my Atlas trying to always hold a facade.

Yet as the obsession with his darling grows, the mask slips.

Atlas is the friendly persona created by Fontaine to get Andrew Ryan off his back and create trust among his followers.

He brought people together with his charming charisma and inspiring speeches.

He easily comes off as your pal... someone you can trust.

When in reality he's still twisted like Fontaine, willing to use people to get power.

Atlas would be Seemingly caring, Manipulative, Obsessive, Possessive, Controlling, Ruthless/Merciless, Deceptive, and a bit Sadistic.

His whole thing is lying.

His true nature is a megalomaniac who's greedy and selfish.

But as Atlas he can easily obtain his darling with just a few remarks.

Atlas could've met you as Fontaine or sometime during his campaign as Atlas.

As Fontaine, getting you to like him was harder.

He's an asshole... a bit of a creep back then too.

As this new persona, Atlas can flirt with his darling and maybe even get a reaction from you.

When you meet Atlas, interested in his cause or not, for some reason he gravitates to you.

Cigar in hand the leader grins towards you.

Like you're something special.

You feel special when he looks at you.

You have no idea he's planned everything when it comes to winning you over.

The moment he pulls you aside and speaks to you in a sultry tone... you're hooked.

Atlas talks to his darling in a caring demeanor.

He drinks up everything about you and listens to you speak.

You're the one person he can truly be invested in.

Atlas would do things such as take his darling out for dinner and compliment them.

He portrays himself as the dream man.

The moment he has his first intimate moment with you, he's caught you hook, line, and sinker.

Once Atlas knows he's an important part of his darling's life he starts to manipulate you more.

Atlas doesn't need to worry about jealousy if he has you wrapped around his finger so tightly.

If he sees you getting too friendly with someone else then he'll pull you over to him.

An arm around the waist with a kiss certainly gets the message across.

Atlas would tell you that he's the only one who cares for you this much.

He wants to break you down just enough to make you stuck to him like glue.

He's cruel like that... selfish to the core.

Even when Atlas is away from you, thoughts of you cling to his mind like rot.

He's obsessive and can't stay away from you for long.

He also seems to be the kind of guy that uses physical affection and PDA to send a message to those around him.

You're his and he won't mind killing anyone who thinks otherwise.

Atlas may even be a fan of biting your neck when kissing you to leave a mark.

He's selfish which is why he's so possessive.

He's always been a greedy man and you happen to be valuable to him.

Even more so if you've eluded him for so long when he was Fontaine.

If all that wasn't a red flag, what he does to others must be.

He'll kill others if he hates them around you.

Doesn't matter who they are either.

They'll be threatened as their first warning.

Some don't even get a warning, just a bullet lodged in their brain.

He finds it funny at times that someone could be so bold.

He may even ask for their torture first.

Atlas would "kidnap" but to keep up his facade he disguises it as something else.

Maybe he keeps things subtle?

After an intimate night he locks the door to your room, leaving a recording to tell you he's heading out for a bit and will be back later.

He wants you to stay in the room.

He does this so often but you love and trust him... so you stay.

Soon his facade will slip and you will see it.

You're going to know how much of a monster he is and try to flee from him.

But by that point it's too late... he's already trapped you in his twisted embrace.

[thatstonedwriter]

Good Little Girl~

Blitz x Reader

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Content; romantic/platonic, gender neutral, no pronouns, mentions of substance use and mental illness

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~Good little girl, always picking a fight with me~

Its so easy to bicker and tease. Blitz knows how to start shit, and sometimes its so fucking annoying

~You know that I'm bad.. But you're spending the night with me, what do you want from my world? You're a good little girl~

And yet, you can't help but notice how cute his laugh is, how protective and thoughtful he can be. Why does it have to be so difficult? Why does he always pull away?

~Bad little boy.. that's what you're acting like, I really don't buy that you're that kind of guy~

He puts up this front of not caring, thinking love is stupid. And yet he stalks Moxxie and Millie. He adores Loona. He still clearly cares for Fizz.

~And if you are.. why do you want to hang out with me?~

But how does he feel about you? It can be so difficult because one day, you're taking care of him after he drinks too much, cleaning up and making sure he's comfortable. But the next, he's yelling about how easily he could do everything on his own, that he doesn't need anyone.

~You're not so bad you know.. Not so bad? I'm a demon, its not something I have to try at. You on the other hand..~

Yeah, yeah, he's an assassin. And he's way too good at "Action Hero Bullshit," but underneath, its so obvious how sensitive he is. No matter how many times you actually try to get though to him, it doesn't matter. Every compliment, every reassurance, he never accepts it.

~I'm not trying to be bad. I'm hanging out with you because you're my friend~

At a certain point, is it your job to keep trying this? To constantly attempt to reassure and comfort him when he clearly won't accept it? ... Maybe not, but you'll try anyways, because, as much as you don't want to admit it, you love him

[horrorknife]

what are your fave most out-there fringe headcanons? like it does not matter what narrative (saw, hs, etc) i just wanna know i love unique readings of things.

GAHHH i am suddenly forgetting every single headcanon i have ever had. Um. fuck my life......................

well actually ok i've had some pretty niche headcanons before, like for 10 years i've had a hc that sasuke uchiha has long hair that he wears in a bun. when i was into [redacted source seriously it's like way too humiliating to admit how much time of my life it took up] i had a hc that one of the characters had a big puffy orange cat and i treated him like a canonical fixture. heres a pic of the sasuke hc i drew in 2021

for saw i have a few like loose ones but these are not so much "i just feel like it" and i do have actual reason and backing for these ones. i love my "he WAS and IS at the club" strahm hc as well as my "strahmrez are both bikers and ride together" hc. i also hc that brad/ryan/dina's trap was done by lawrence because it makes a lot of thematic sense for it to have been him but thats like not a fringe headcanon or anything its pretty directly about the source material. Hey man i think i might be bad at answering questions. club girl strahm attached . oh yeah his tattoo is visible in this i forgot about that one, that counts right? i think he has a dragon tattoo and had a matching one with andie while she was alive

oh i mean theres my favorite hoffheight hc which is that hoffman is an ipa drinker he loves ipa but everyone around him hates it because ipa is disgrossting but adam is super down with it and actually digs it cuz he's so used to drinking whatever cheap piss booze he can get his hands on. this of course endears him to adam x1000. adam does not realize he's just signed the devil's contract

AND OF COURSE theres the gender exploration hc i put onto yosuke hanamura because i wanted to do a character study fic where i focused on his queerness and his relationship to it (if you ever see me talking about or getting asks about hana-chan au it's this lol) but it centers around him (tmasc) deep into testosterone pretending to be a girl so he can stand in as a dancer for one of his friends and it leads him down the road of Being Nonbinary

[orsonke]

if you’re hearing ARE YOU SATISFIED by MARINA playing, you have to know ORSON KE (HE/HIM; TRANSMASCULINE) is near by! the TWENTY TWO year old NHL PLAYER has been in denver for, like, NINE MONTHS. they’re known to be quite INTENSE, but being AMBITIOUS seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble CHELLA MAN. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those RESTLESS FINGERS, FEELING THE BASS IN YOUR CHEST, WELL WORN JERSEY/HOODIE COMBO��vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RIVER NORTH ARTS DISTRICT long enough! 

BASICS

full name: orson ryan ke

age: twenty two (born august nineteenth)

gender: transmasculine

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: gay

ethnicity: chinese, ashkenazi jewish

nationality: american

occupation: left wing for the colorado avalanches (nhl)

BACKGROUND

grew up in minneapolis to divorced parents, who were the most incompatible people ever, though it was only really started to show when they had orson. they disagreed heavily on how to raise a child, and ended up splitting when he was only three years old. his whole life was spent in two deeply different worlds.

his mother, a criminal lawyer, believes that "you don't need to be your child's friend," and so never attempted to connect with him really. she pushed him hard in school, sports, music, but never showed much care into who he was, or if he was okay, believing that you should never settle, always striving for more no matter the cost, and so ended up being very critical in everything, even the things he did well.

his father, on the other hand, had never been the driven sort, a trust fund baby who was perfectly content living on other people's coattails. he was more focused on his own life than really being involved in orson's. more casual friends than father and child, only showing a polite interest in what he was doing. when the going got tough, his father was more likely to leave him to figure it out for himself, if he even realized there was a problem at all.

it seemed that no matter what he did, he couldn't satisfy either of his parents, who both saw a reflection of the parent in him. seeking approval elsewhere, he started playing hockey when he was ten. it was a godsend, and not just because he was talented on the ice. a community of people who needed him. his parents didn't get, his father was never a sports guy, and his mom thought he didn't have the focus to commit to a sport.

orson has spent his entire career trying to win their approval, not that he's realized it. ever hungry for success, part of why he's become so good is that feeling that things he do are never good enough. he's always training, often at expense of any sort of social life.

this became clear during college. scouted by university of michigan, he spent his four years in college either training or studying (since his mom would never accept anything less than dean's list). when most people were discovering themselves, he was dedicating himself to his craft.

last summer he graduated, promptly joining the colorado avalanches. in a completely new place, with a completely different team, orson is painfully aware of how lost he feels outside of hockey. filling his time outside of it with elaborate parties, meaningless flings, he puts on a front that is very different than who he really is, but there are times where he feels like he doesn't know who that person really is.

PLATONIC

orson is very social, though not always the most friendly. he can be a little full of himself, but if you can stomach it, he's a pretty good friend. an extrovert, he prefers to be with other people than by himself, so he's always spending time with one friend or another (when he's not spending time with the team). however, he's not very good at letting him get close to him, and very rarely talks about what's bothering him. this leads to some (most) friendships feeling superficial, though he wants something deeper.

ROMANTIC

in short, orson is terrible at relationships. past the casual stage, he is far too focused on his career, and can be inadvertently critical of his partners. in the casual stage, he can be a fun partner, though again not very serious about the relationship, or even the other person's feelings.

ANTAGONISTIC

orson can very an abrasive personality, seemingly arrogant and unconcerned with other people. those not charmed by his smiles or talents or wealth find him annoying, two dimensional, and a vapid athlete. always defensive, orson doesn't try to win over those who don't like him, preferring always to poke the bear and win.

MISCELANOUS

orson is deaf, with 40% hearing loss. he wears hearing aids, and can speak, but also uses asl

very, very competitive in literally everything. the kind of guy to race you to the end of the street for literally no reason.

very into fashion, but mostly streetwear. more money than sense, he sometimes wears the ugliest outfits you've ever seen but swears they are fire

[windrsr]

Hey, excuse me, can I ask something?

I wanna know how the yanderes would react to their darling attempting (and failing) to unalive them.

You can just ignore the question if you want

(Male Yandere OCs x Gender Neutral Reader)

Tw: Implied torture on Henry's part, attempted self sacrifice, and death on Micheal's part.

•Henry (Doll Maker) - He gets violent with you. He drags you by the hair and into his basement, and chains you to the floor. "Oh, doll. I didn't want to have to do this, but you've pushed me to my limit..." You notice how many torture devices and tools he has in his basement.

•Micheal (Scientist) - Doing that alone is enough for him to decide to kill you, actually. If you're bold enough to do that, he decides to officially put you to rest.

•Miru (Living Doll) - He starts crying. "A-are you tired of me, y/n..? Do you really hate me that much...? Would your life be easier if I was dead?" He doesn't think what he wants is selfish. All he wants is someone to take care of him, but that's too much for anyone to handle.

•Loki (Creature) - He thinks you're foolish and naive. It takes a lot to kill him, and a human isn't going to get the job done. You barley even injured him. He glares at you and wraps his hand around your neck. "Have you forgotten your place? What makes you think that you could hurt me?"

•Ryan (Test Subject) - This is the first time you've seen him so furious. He yells at you, telling you just how ungrateful and horrible you are despite him trying his best to protect you. He locks himself in his room, refusing to even look at you, feeling hurt and betrayed. But he still decides to forgive you, anyway. After all, he's convinced that no one can protect you like he can.

•Aaron (Best Friend) - He's in shock, but he sadly smiles with tears in his eyes. "You know as your best friend I will do anything for you. I want to make you happy." He pulls out a pocket knife, and hands it to you. "Go ahead. Finish the job."

•Samuel (Fatherly) - He's feels betrayed and heart broken, but also enraged. He feels like he can't trust you anymore. From now on, your chained up in a room, where you can't escape. You're kept in your room all day, even when Samuel leaves the house. He makes sure to give you food and warm blankets, but his trust for you is gone. He doesn't bring you a lot of affection as before, either. He's cold and distant for the most part.

•Tyler (Bounty Hunter) - The attempt would fail miserably. He's a skilled fighter as well as being a bounty hunter, so you trying to kill him would of course be unsuccessful. He pins you down on the floor, and tells you that you're foolish for even trying that. He feels hurt, but he understands why you felt the need to do that, feeling unsafe and all.

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barbie (2023) thoughts

spoilers under cut

Margot Robbie's acting was utterly incredible and worth the price of entry alone

My favourite scene was Ken's song and dance number, no notes. Ryan's gotten so much better since La La Land.

on the topic of Ken... let him kiss boys

Like for a film so couched in queer references and jokes, it could have used some actual gay text. It's 2023, let Ken be actually bisexual, not just subtextually.

On the other hand, though, aroace Barbie was important and powerful

Especially as a subversion of the default happy ending where the man wins the woman he has spent the whole film pestering

Most disappointing part of the film: everything about the Great (wo)Man Theory Ex Machina

For God to be Ruth the actual creator of Barbie, some middle-aged woman in a 1950s kitchen, who stepped in to tie up the narrative threads, totally undermined the film's attempt at a feminist message for me

Especially since Barbie apparently had to seek Ruth's permission to enter the real world.

would have strongly preferred if Ruth was framed less as god and more as a mother, parallel to Gloria's character arc with her daughter

also Ruth ('s ghost?) doesn't appear to have any actual agency at Mattel? Why is she stuck in the basement???

Speaking of Mattel in this film: you can't contrast the real world with the hypermaximalist Barbieland if all the Mattel employees in the real world are also cartoonish.

It's such a transparent way to avoid any actual narrative accountability for Mattel the company within the film and it rings really hollow

like this film is so brilliant at portraying the construction of gender (I feel like those essays have been written already, probably, so I won't bother explaining it here). But then you take off your Gender Lens and put on your Labor Lens and realize it's actually kind of regressive?

To be fair I was primed for paying closer attention to its treatment of class and labor because Barbie's journey begins with a song by Lizzo, who has been in the news for also (allegedly) fueling her narrative of female empowerment via labor exploitation. and that was so recent the film can't have known that. But we are in the midst of a labor movement in the US and that also makes this film's politics seem even weirder

Characters in this film are defined by their job. Both in Barbieland and in the real world.

We know Gloria is a mom, and she certainly has personality, but her other defining trait is that she plays with Barbies and then draws them... which ties into her identity as someone who works at Mattel.

Every other Mattel employee is so wholly characterized by their profession as Mattel employee it's a little ridiculous.

When the Barbies are freed from their brainwashing they remember their job titles as their senses of self: author, physicist, president, and in returning to that profession-self they are depicted as healed.

The characters who are dissatisfied with life in Barbieland are also the ones who don't have titles that equate to employment: (Stereotypical) Barbie, Beach Ken, Allan. You could make an argument for Weird Barbie as well

Mermaid Barbie's profession is Mermaid I guess

The film resolves the struggles of these characters by telling them to go find themselves. Literally in the case of Beach Ken. But through the film's language, that means constructing a self through capitalist labor. For example, Weird Barbie is given a political position with President Barbie. As Barbie enters the real world (where each named person is also associated with a job even to Gloria's daughter whose job is Student) this presumably extends to her.

It's this very capitalism-friendly (neoliberal maybe?) depiction of self-actualization through capitalist profession that feels out of place in a film that's otherwise trying to get you to read it as leftist

at least if you think the asides about consumerism or the interplay between emotion and logic were meant to be seen as commentary and not just jokes belittling radicalism

anyway if you liked the satirical and sometimes absurd vibe of Barbie but want something that commits to its kernels of commentary a little more, I'd recommend Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. They are like sibling works.

This post has come across as mostly negative but to be clear I did like the film. It's to its credit that there's enough of a philosophical stance being established to critique like this in the first place.

How many other comedies have a blue link to Siddhartha Gautama on their wikipedia page??

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Dylan Lenivy x reader heartbreak part 1

A/N note: you can decide what the gender of the person is in the story if you want

it was the last day at camp which meant you would never see Dylan ever again and today you were going to confess to him but since you're way too shy you never had the courage to go up and talk to him part of you hoped he liked you the same way you liked him and part of you had no hope because of your shyness so your mind told you to go up and talk to him instead you didn't because you were worried he might reject you so you just kept quiet and Kaitlyn noticed this and asked " you ok y/n" you nodded sadly and she told you " hey you know maybe next year you get to see Dylan again" you disagreed on what she said you know he was going to forget you just like everyone else had in the past that had forgotten about you except your bestfriend ,your brother and your mother they were supportive and you were out of your thoughts when you heard your bestfriend Kaitlyn calling your name and asking you if you wanted to play truth or dare with them you nodded and the rest were happy that you were playing the reason why you agreed is because you could get away from the group and be alone but however you joined them and you were sitting next to Abi so the game was a bit boring and interesting to you however when Emma asked Ryan to pick truth or dare as soon as he picked dare she smirked at you and went back to tell Ryan what his dare was "okay Ryan your dare comes with a choice" everyone was confused "can she do that" Ryan asked you and you shrugged "i can do whatever i want" Emma said with an annoyed expression and went back to talking "and i dare you to kiss either Kaitlyn or Dylan" when you heard his name you were hoping that Ryan didn't pick Dylan and you were also on the verge of crying Abi noticed you were sad and decided to comfort you with a hug "sorry i don't make the rules" Emma said putting her hands up in surrender "i mean you literally just did but ok let's do this" Ryan said with an annoyed expression "Dylan let's go" you suddenly had tears spilling when Dylan got up and kissed Ryan the others except Abi and Kaitlyn were cheering Kaitlyn and Abi didn't cheer because they knew you had a crush on Dylan so you just made an excuse to get away from the whole scene little did you know that Dylan was worried about you so he asked "hey guys have you seen y/n i don't know where they went" Abi and Kaitlyn looked really pissed "why don't you go look for them Dylan" Kaitlyn said really annoyed "you're right Kaitlyn i should go find them" and off he went to look for you and when he found you he saw you crying and to be honest it broke his heart that the love of his life was crying so he sat down and asked you "are you ok y/n" you however were stilled curled up in a ball crying he was willingly to listen to you and you told him why you were upset and ran off to be honest he told you he didn't really know how he felt when he kissed Ryan and you 2 spent half an hour talking and after that he lifted your chin up to look him in the eyes and when you did he leaned in and put his lips on yours and you kissed back and suddenly you 2 heard cheering and stopped kissing you saw the others whistling and cheering "hell yeah my sibling and Dylan kissed" Jacob yelled making the both of you embarrassed

TBC

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ik you have your wip list but what are you working on next! details plsss i can’t wait🩷

Hey anon! I have so many fic ideas that aren’t even on my WIP list so you’re good lol. I definitely want to have a Queen Maeve fic and a Baby Firefly fic posted by the end of the month (fingers crossed!). I mostly write based on what I have inspiration for, which as of right now involves Vincent Sinclair, Mickey Altieri, Otis Driftwood, Homelander, and Father Paul Hill. Details under the cut.

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Celebrity Skin - The first Vincent Sinclair fic I’m writing in months! You’re a former child star who’s become jaded toward the film industry and take a road trip to “find yourself” while you consider your retirement from acting. Your car breaks down (it’s a House of Wax fic after all), and Bo recognizes you as Vincent’s little celebrity crush growing up. He’s such a thoughtful brother that he knocks you out and brings you to Vincent’s lair studio where you have to act your ass off to not become the first celebrity addition to the wax museum…after a while you’re not sure if you’re acting anymore.

Girls on Film - Has there been a Mickey Altieri renaissance recently? I swear I’ve gotten so many more asks regarding him and responses to my fics. Anyway, Mickey’s your film studies classmate who secretly hates your guts. It all boils over when the two of you get paired up for a short film project and he makes last minute changes to it that you probably won’t live to see

Pretty Tied Up - I’m gonna tell y’all right now that this is gonna be an Otis Driftwood fic with a dozen trigger warnings and probably long as hell because I have a whole set-up to the meat of the fic thought out already. Kinda wanna make it at least an implied plus size reader

The Hand That Feeds You - A Homelander fic vaguely set toward the latter part of S3 and before S4 of The Boys, you land the job of being Ryan’s nanny/tutor but come to find the gig has also served as a working interview itself, one where Homelander sees how much he can entangle you in the fabric of the family he’s trying to build (spouse audition time! Trying to make this one gender neutral. Not sure if the reader will be a supe or not, I’m leaning toward a human reader)

Also I have a very detailed idea for Father Paul x Nun!Reader, but I think it might be headcanons because otherwise the fic will end up being longer than Sinnerman which was 7k words. If y’all don’t mind a monster fic that’ll probably take a while to be posted, though, I’m down! I just hate writing multi-chapter fics so I’d wanna post it in one go.