#so it never felt creepy

[mybodypaystheprice]

Very weird interaction today.

So I’m going to get my passport photo taken and an old man in front of me and my friend is also wanting his passport photo taken. This place does a lot more than passport photos so he tells the worker to “let these ladies go first”. I didn’t even blink at being misgendered, especially because I have long hair with bangs and was wearing a necklace and earrings. But I say, in my deep voice “no, it’s fine, I’m also here for my passport photo.” He gives me a shocked looked, stammers a little “so there’s no point in letting you go first then I guess. Going on a vacation or just hoping?” And then he gets really close to me and says “sorry are you trans? I don’t want to mistake you. You look like a woman but sound like a man.” Now I just kind of freeze, the store clerk is staring at us, and I finally say “well funny you ask that. I am trans, but I’m transmasc hahaha.” He says “Ohhh okay. Im also part of the LGBT gay community. It’s nice that everything’s so open now.” Im just like “yep.” And he gets his photo taken and pays and leaves. The worker is super nice to me when taking my picture and then as im going to pay, he says “nah, I’ll just let you have it for free.” Idk if he felt bad for the uncomfortable interaction or cause he’s queer too. Either way, an ally and I saved $26.

[orphiclovers]

Thinking again about how orv feels tailor made for me. Pretty sure I said this in my first orv post but I've had this years long obsession with a trope that I never, ever get tired of, that I've seen done over and over literally hundereds of times -  time travel fix-it, or 'peggy sue'.

After any show or media I watch the first thing I do is go on ao3 and search time travel fics for it. Sometimes there's a lot, of good and bad quality, sometimes there's almost nothing and I have to daydream my own version. I would consider myself a connoisseur of the genre, in any shape or form.

In fact, I stumbled onto orv for the first time years ago, when I was going through my op power fantasy manhwa phase (didn't get into it then though). I'm exactly the kind of person who would read SSSSS-grade infinite regressor, in fact I've definitely enjoyed some works with very similar titles lol.

Me losing my mind about orv was inevitable.

It's like the work I've been searching for all this time. Every bad cliche I love is taken and then executed perfectly in a unique way, which I didn't think was possible at this point.

It's like orv deeply, fundementally understands the appeal of this genre. It's not only a deconstruction but also a love letter to it at the same time and it fucking tackles the inherrent issues in it full force and also it held up a mirror and showed me a reflection of my own soul, showed me things I didn't even want to realize about myself. Just.

[forestgreenlesbian]

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[roomba-mangga]

evilest decision i didn't realize i was making while writing thistle: he never refers to delgal as his brother, not even once. it's always just his king or his lord

[theultracharmingladynoire]

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[raetoria]

Hey friends, it’s Krystal with a K, with another Steepy Watch!

Art by me!

I have really been enjoying Steeplechase, especially the little episode intros.  Look, are they probably just for adding some fun flavor to the world?  Almost certainly yes.  Do I also think Krystal with a K is an agent of Dentonic’s propaganda arm?  Absolutely yes.

[invis-here]

this is based pretty closely on a dream I had the other night so... make of that what you want and enjoy.

(710 words, cults, ssc, lesbians, ocs/self-insert)

Klara stepped into the grand hall of the desecrated church and let her eyes wander. Next to her she could hear the awed mumbles of her coven sisters and she had to agree. Never before had they been surrounded by such lavish decorations, long tables lined with plush chairs and laid in gold and crystal. Red and black velvet were swallowing the noise as acolytes in all black robes hurried around.

The sisters were guided to their seats by one of the robed figures and even though they were seated between other guests and acolytes, Klara didn't feel nervous or scared. She was perfectly calm as the person to her left struck up pleasant conversation. Their face was covered by thick black fabric, leaving only their eyes and mouth free, but it didn't register as odd to her. Everything Klara had learned about the temple so far had prepared her for this evening.

Caught up in pleasant conversation she hadn't even noticed the grandmaster appear on the steps before the alter but as Their attendant announced Them with the chime of a silver bell, the room was quickly blanketed with silence and all eyes were laid on Them. They were robed in blood red silk and velvet, Their face covered by a horned, silver devil's mask with a leering expression.

Their voice was pleasant yet awe-inspiring, maskuline yet feminine. They took great care to welcome the visiting covens that had eagerly followed Their invitation to the feast.

While They had been speaking, the tables had been laid with exquisite delicacies from all corners of the world and once Their speech had concluded, delightful conversation among guests and acolytes picked back up, now underlined by the clinking of silver- and glassware.

The smells of good food wove around a hundred voices and pearling laughter, making the first part of the evening fly by in no time.

Soon Klara found herself standing at the edge of a table, nursing a glass of juice, watching the people around her. As was her nature, she was keenly watching her surroundings, so she immediately noticed the elegantly dressed lady walking up to her.

She was dressed in a flowy gown that bore the same red shade as the grandmaster's, though hers was cut much simpler. The colour alone marked her as an important figure within the Temple, but Klara couldn't place her other than that. The woman's face was slender, framed by grey locks that had fallen from the braid that was draped over her shoulder. A small silver pendant was nestled between her collar bones.

"Good evening, dear," the woman said, holding a hand out that Klara easily graced with the incline of her head and a curtsy as she returned her hand.

The stranger introduced herself as Marice, a name that rang beautifully in Klara's ears. Marice, Klara learned, was kind, intelligent, and an excellent partner in conversation.

Eventually, Marice offered Klara a hand again and asked: "Would you like to dance with me?"

Klara was happy to agree to being led off by the gorgeous woman, she felt safe following her away from the tables and towards the cleared space in front of the altar.

When Marice didn't stop to integrate with the other swaying couples, Klara was confused for a moment but it all made sense, when she was led to the pews that were placed against the far wall and Marice gently pulled her onto her lap, face to face.

"Would you like this?" Marice asked, as she rocked up the leg Klara was straddling, making her intentions clear.

"Please," Klara didn't hesitate to agree, grinding herself back against Marice, making her eagerness clear. She would have never in her wildest dreams hoped to have this but now that it was almost in reach, she wanted to please her gorgeous partner. Even just the small question, obtaining her consent let Klara know that she would be safe. She had absolutely no doubt about that.

"Good girl," Marice rewarded her. "Come here." She gently placed a hand on Klara's neck, pulling her into a kiss. Klara had never been kissed like that. She had never been kissed, period. But this felt so right. Marice was so patient with her and in return Klara was putty in her hands. She could feel how she was soaking through her underwear, the fabric makind the friction against Marice's leg even more intense and Klara wanted more.

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idk if I will ever continue this because right around this part is where I woke up lol. I'm also not sure if I'll put this on ao3 but for now, it's for y'all heathens <3

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

My Throat An Open Grave

YA paranormal/folk horror

about a girl who lives in a small religious town who fear a child-stealing lord of the forest

when her baby brother is taken on her watch, she’s forced to cross the river to the woods and get him back

but when she arrives she finds that the lord is not what she expected - and she can get her brother back in exchange for composing a song. but as weeks go by, hidden secrets and memories are uncovered

[mer-se]

ah, we’ve once again arrived at the ol’ lesbian wake outfit dilemma it’s always pinstripe pants tank top blazer combo vs dress and cute shoes combo who are we going to be

[piraticaltwit]

joe + scenes that i love / 3.06

[fiendishartist2]

the bar for "revolutionary" webhorror is so low. what happened

[yo9urt]

in hindsight i realize i may not have been clear about minecraft last night. let me be clear (<- obama voice): I Have It

[writebackatya]

Rewatching the Raimi Spider-Man trilogy: Ha-ha yes! This is fun! And almost everything has aged incredibly well!!

Rewatching the Amazing Spider-Man: I’m embarrassed for this movie…

[mochapanda]

dude why did no one mention that the story of it takes two is a divorcing couple psychologically tormenting their daughter by brutually murdering her childhood toys

[welcometothemusicandthemisery]

Google search how to be undesirable romantically while still being a decent person and still working on improving your appearance

[shirogane-oushirou]

this shouldnt really be relevant to anyone following this blog up until now lmao, but that post i rb-ed on main made me remember that, now that i have a dedicated space for mature posts, this blog is no longer mdni. my main is still 18+ just because it's my catch-all blog for all types of posts, as is my art blog bc i'll occasionally post haha funnie adult humor + i want to retain the option to post some suggestive art if i ever feel like it, but at least here things can be more chill ✌🏻