#sorry to anyone unfortunate enough to see these

[shadesofjinx]

Answering all of these because I have truly nothing to hide!

1. What are 4 tabs you have open on your browser right now?

swim team membership page, one of my own fanfics on ao3, my ao3 bookmarks, my dining hall’s daily menu

2. Have you ever thought about seriously harming someone?

Yes, my abusers:) and also because of intrusive thoughts and those being super horrible bc of certain traumas

3. How are you feeling emotionally right now?

Pretty damn good. I feel lucky, where I’m in college rn is pretty quiet and I feel like I’m in a bubble and privileged enough to not be dealing personally with the backlash of trumps administration here but I do my best to spread info around for those who need it

4. What type of place(like building) are you in right now?

My college dorm room / dorm building

5. Does anyone know your deepest, darkest secret?

Well no, not yet at least. There are some things in the past that are so fucked up we’d just rather go to the grave with it but we may get the courage to tell our therapist these things

6. Have you ever tried to feign mental illness for personal gain?

Thank God no, you heard it here first we haven’t ever done that

7. Do you have any enemies?

Donald trump, my abusers, and the American healthcare system that personally failed me <3

8. Do you have people you only pretend to like?

Absolutely not?? The people who pretend to like others are fake as fuck I’m sorry (not including people who are genuinely unlikable re: terrible people). I’ve been the victim of this several times and it hurts very much so don’t be that kind of person, be genuine in your connections or else you won’t wake up tomorrow:))

9. What is one item you never let anyone look at or in?

The one sex toy I have . Prettyyy self explanatory

10. Do you have any talents people say you have but you don’t actually have?

My dad likes my singing and I never believed I had the potential to be a singer or be in a choir (I thought my singing sounded horrible) but now I am and my choir teacher has been very encouraging I love her!! My singing has already gotten a lot better

11. Something you like that apparently other people don’t like?

Cats. A lot of people I used to know, key word used to were avid cat haters and I was not here for that

12. Are you a virgin?

Somewhat unfortunately. I say that cuz sex would be great but we have sexual trauma so go figure

13. Is there anyone your grandma would hate that you’re subscribed to on YouTube?

Yes, Tommyinnit cuz he swears quite a bit, and DanandPhilGames because both are out queer men who live together and she’s homophobic and conservative

14. Introvert or extrovert?

Bruh I mean I’m autistic so introvert I guess but i prefer to be alone unless I’m with my bestie

15. Most used app on my device?

Chrome because use it to read ao3

16. How much fanfiction have you actually read?

Good question! I don’t know! But I’ve been on that site for 4 years and have let’s see 81 pages of ao3 history

17. Worst Fears?

Deep water, touch (in some instances), dying alone, dying unmarried, heights (I say as if I’m not a rock climber and also want to go bungee jumping but it’s ok I’m an adrenaline junkie so the fear and potential adrenaline cancel out)

18. Biggest mistake you’ve ever made?

Trusting certain people in my past 👍🏻

19. Worst lie you’ve ever told?

When my brother was stalking me online for years and found out that my therapist and I thought I had DID at the time (diff therapist, now diagnosed with DID with specialist) and I lied to his face (that I didn’t have DID) for my own safety

20. Do you consider yourself a trustworthy person?

Pretty much yeah I’m not good with like positive secrets (like a surprise party, I’d just get too excited and want to tell the person yk!!) but if anyone ever tells me deep dark stuff and I’m told to keep it a secret (as long as they’re not in danger/a danger to themselves) then yeah I’ll take that shit to my grave nobody’s gonna know

“I have nothing to hide” Asks

(For those daring enough to reblog)

1. What are 4 tabs that you have open on your browser right now?

2. Have you ever thought about seriously harming someone?

3. How are you feeling emotionally right now?   

4. What type of place(Like building) are you in right now?       

5. Does anyone know your deepest, darkest secret?

6. Have you ever tried to feign mental illness for personal gain?

7. Do you have any enemies?

8. Do you have any people you only pretend to like?

9. What is one item that you never let anyone besides yourself look at or in?

10. Do you have any talents that people say you have but you don’t believe you actually have?

11. Something you like that other people generally do not like?

12. Are you a Virgin?  

13. Is there anyone that your grandma would hate that you are subscribed to on youtube?

14. Introvert or extrovert?

15. What is the most used application on your device?

16. How much fan fiction have you actually read?

17. Worst Fears?

18. Biggest mistake you’ve ever made?

19. Worst lie you’ve ever told?

20. Do you consider yourself a trustworthy person?

[emsdevs]

Jack Hughes number 8 for the birthday celly

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🥳 🎉

Glimpse of Us

a/n: nonnie i'm so so sorry for the wait but i hope this is worth it!! i had some help from the gc with this one and it's also kinda inspired by glimpse of us by joji!!

Prompt 8: "You promised you wouldn't forget me."

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Jack’s relationship with Aubrey was going well. It had been since they got together, really. She’s perfect, or at least, as perfect as someone can be. She picks up on his emotions and moods very quickly. She’s so in tune with him, it’s almost scary. She’d do anything she could to keep Jack happy. It would be difficult for anyone else to find someone better. Jack, on the other hand, already had. 

Jack had been with you for five and a half years. You were his everything, and it was his plan to be sure it continued that way for as long as possible. Unfortunately for him, you were still his everything, but he couldn’t be yours anymore. He was supposed to marry you, but the engagement had ended abruptly a month before the wedding. Jack was, is, so torn up about it that he wears what would’ve been his wedding band on a chain around his neck, usually hidden underneath his shirt. 

He knew it was wrong, what he was doing with Aubrey, but she just reminded him so much of you. So many of her mannerisms were similar to yours. She had the same favorite color as you. How she held him after a tough game reminded him of how you used to do the same. She always made him laugh, almost as loudly as you could. Honestly, part of the reason he was drawn to her in the first place was because he thought she resembled you physically, hair, eyes, height, even the way she does her makeup. From a distance, he could almost pretend it was you. He had lost track of the amount of times she did something, and, just for a split second, he was back in a time when the two of you were together.

Just a couple of months ago, he was coming back from a long roadie. It was late evening, and even though he knew Aubrey would’ve been off of work by then, he didn’t expect her to be at his place. When he walked through the front door with Luke and smelled something oddly similar to the shrimp pasta you used to make, his heart soared, and he dropped his bags, heading straight for the kitchen and leaving Luke there, confused. When he’s close enough, he wraps his arms around her, but he almost pulls back when she doesn’t smell the same sweet way that you did. No, Aubrey used floral scents rather than the vanilla ones you opted for. 

“Hey, Jacky!” she drops the spoon she was using to stir the pasta and turns around in his arms, hugging him. “I made you and Luke some shrimp pasta! I hope you like it! It’ll be ready in just a minute if you wanna go get changed first!” she plants a kiss on his cheek before returning to the pasta.

Jack slowly backs away for a second. He had been too in his head to really hug her back. He thought it was you. He would’ve sworn it was you. Before the tears can set in, he’s rushing out of the kitchen and past Luke in the entryway, trying to get to the bathroom as soon as possible. As soon as the door shuts, he’s sliding down with his back against it. His breathing is heavy, and the tears are flowing. That should have been you. Why wasn’t she you? He was clutching his wedding band in the palm of his right hand, trying to ground himself with something, anything.

When he finally regained his composure, he splashed his face with some cold water, hoping it would help hide the fact he’d been crying. He quietly made his way to the dining area, finding Aubrey and Luke already seated. Aubrey greets him with a bright smile, moving to fill his plate, while Luke just looks concerned. He waves off his brother, making sure Aubrey doesn’t see, and sits down to eat, but when the food meets his tongue, he has to fight not to spit it out. It has nothing to do with how Aubrey cooks. She’d made food for him before, and he thought it was great. This just wasn’t yours, though. He fought to eat a few bites before making the excuse that he was sick, getting up from the table, and going to lay in his bed. Aubrey didn’t stay over that night, leaving shortly after, not wanting to bother Jack. Luke cleaned up, worrying about his brother, and wondering if there was anything he could do to help.

Then there was just a few weeks ago. Aubrey had been to more than one of his games at Prudential, but she usually would just show up at game time and stay in her seat the whole time. You, however, had always made it a point to go see him at the glass during warmups, making sure he saw you so you could get a cute picture with him, adding it to your scrapbook of the two of you. It had never really, bothered Jack that Aubrey didn’t come to see him during pregame, so when he saw her standing in his jersey in front of the glass, he almost dropped his stick. She was smiling brightly, waving at him when she knew he was looking at her. He forced a smile and waved back, but he couldn’t make himself skate over toward her. No. That was his thing with you. His thing with Aubrey would just have to be longing glances and cute waves. Needless to say, the drive back to Jack’s place that night was awfully quiet. 

What really did it for him was today, though. He’d been enjoying his summer at the lake house with his family, feeling more like himself again. He’d decided to fly Aubrey up on a whim, and it had been going well. He didn’t realize that he wouldn’t be able to handle her getting close to his family, though. When he saw her helping his mom cook dinner, he was only just able to push the tears down, telling himself it’s normal for a girlfriend to be close to her boyfriend’s mother. When he saw Aubrey talking with his dad over a snack his mom had made them both, he had to step away. He locked himself away in his room, going through one of the scrapbooks you had put together of your relationship. When he got to the last one, one that you never finished, the tears came back, and he couldn’t stop them this time. He heard a knock on the door before his mother called his name. He stood, moving to unlock his door and let Ellen in. The second she was fully in the room and the door was once again shut and locked, he was hugging her letting all of his emotions out. He didn’t know how long he spent crying in his mother’s arms, but he did know he didn’t feel much better when she finally pulled away.

“Jack, we’ve talked about this. Maybe you should see someone. You’re obviously not over her,�� her words would have been harsh if they were coming from anyone else, but Ellen had always had a way of comforting people. 

“Mom, I swear I’m fine. I’ve moved on. I have Aubrey now. I just missed her for a second, okay?”

“Okay, sweetheart. I think your brothers were gonna play basketball. Why don’t you come join them?” she lays a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, Mom. I’ll be out there in a minute.” 

She leaves, heading back downstairs and letting Jack compose himself. When he’s ready and has the scrapbooks put away, he makes his way outside, but he freezes when he registers what’s happening outside. There is Aubrey, playing basketball with Quinn and Luke. He doesn’t have a problem with her spending time with them. Really, he doesn’t, but he hasn’t seen them that content with someone who isn’t family or a long-time friend since he first started dating you. It hits him all over again, and before he can think about it, he’s grabbing his keys. Unfortunately, he has to walk past the three of them to get to his car. 

“Hey, man! Mom said you were gonna come join,” Luke says, barely sparing Jack a glance. 

“Do you have your keys? Where are you going?” Quinn questions, fearing for the answer knowing Aubrey is definitely within hearing range.

“I’m going to see my wife,” he doesn’t say anything else, getting into his car and backing out as soon as possible. He catches a glimpse of Quinn and Luke giving Aubrey sympathetic looks, probably about to explain everything to her. God knows Jack still hasn’t.

He decides he should stop and get some flowers on the way. He got a bouquet of your favorites, knowing you’d appreciate it. When he gets to the cemetery, he waits in his car for a moment, taking a deep breath before heading inside the gated area. When he gets to the grave with your name written across it, he switches out the old flowers for the ones he brought today. You’d been buried in Michigan. Jack knew it felt more like home to the both of you, and you had planned to move back there when he retired. Since he couldn’t come to see you often during the season, Ellen would come to visit for him, replacing the flowers once a week. Now that he’d switched out the flowers, he took a seat in front of the grave, getting comfortable knowing he’d probably be here for a while.

“Hey, baby. I know I was here just a couple of days ago, but I just had to talk to you again. I just- No one is you, ya know?” he felt the tears coming on again. “I know you’d want me to move on, to get better, but I just want you. I need you. You know we probably would’ve had a kid by now, right? We’d be so much better. I can’t,” he sniffles, the tears flowing like a river now that the dam had opened again. “I can’t give myself to her. You promised you wouldn’t forget me, and I swore to myself I’d never forget you either. I can’t. I just- Everyone wants me to move on, get a girlfriend, settle down. All I want is you. I don’t need anyone else. I just need you back here,” he takes a breath.

“Sometimes, I see you in her, In her eyes, in the way she acts. I think that’s why I’ve kept her around for so long. God, that makes me sound horrible, huh?” he lets out a humorless laugh. “Nobody gets it. Nobody around me knows what it’s like having your entire future, your whole life, ripped away in seconds. I can’t give myself to her when you still have all of me. I guess I should be telling her that, though.”

He leans back, lying down on the grass. He loses track of how long he stays there, talking through his emotions with someone who’s not even actually there to hear him. Soon, it begins to get dark, so he decides he should head back to the lake house. He says his goodbyes, making sure to say them now since he didn’t get to before, and grabs the old flowers so he can throw them out. 

When he gets home, he knows from the looks his family gives him that Aubrey is gone. When he gets back to Jersey, he probably won’t be able to find a trace of her in his apartment either, except maybe the spare key he gave her. Luke is the first to stand up, making his way to Jack and engulfing him in a hug.

“I miss her too,” he whispers into Jack’s shoulder, and Jack can feel his shirt beginning to dampen from his little brother’s tears. Soon, the whole family is hugging. They spend the evening reminiscing about someone who was such a key part of their family, someone who was ripped away from them way too soon. When Jack makes it back to his room that night, he takes his necklace off, removing the wedding band from the chain. He slips it onto his left ring finger, finding it still fits as well as the day he bought it. He wouldn’t be ready to move on anytime soon, he might as well show everyone that he’s taken.

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Hi!!! May I pls request a platonic hurt/comfort fic of pure vanilla comforting quiet!reader who is sad/depressed? Like how a father would comfort his own child

I know for a FACT everyone needs a good cry in his arms… it would be so healing 😭😭😭

☆ To Soothe The Soul(jam) — Pure Vanilla & Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Platonic || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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You hadn't felt well enough to be around the Kingdom like you usually would. In fact, you hadn't felt well enough to see anyone at all. Not even the little hobbies you used to have as a pick-me-up could bring you the same joy they used to. On a particularly bad day, you took refuge at the foot of a large willow tree. It was quiet and away from the bustling activity of the streets, so you finally had some quiet. Unfortunately, you couldn't find peace in it like usual. Your mind felt stuffed full with a weight that hadn't left you in several days, and nothing you'd done so far had helped it. Everything felt too much, and you didn't know what to do...

"Ah, there you are" a gentle voice chimed through your thoughts. You quickly looked up, seeing the blue of Pure Vanilla Cookie's staff as the eye within peered down at you. "I'm sorry, do you want to sit? I can move if you need-" you began, attempting to stand. A hand pressed on your shoulder, guiding you back down as Pure Vanilla sat beside you. "Actually, you're just the Cookie I've been looking for" he said. "Me?" You repeated "Did I do something?". "Of course not, but I can sense you need the company" Pure Vanilla replied. He settled against the bark of the tree behind him "You seem restless. You can unburden your mind to me if you need, I won't tell a single Cookie"

You took a glance to him, meeting his gentle expression. His smile was kind, and you knew his words were genuine. Still, on instinct you replied, "I'm sure you're busy, I wouldn't want to distract you". "I always have time for you" Pure Vanilla reassured. With that, you took a deep breath, leaning back with him. After a moment of hesitation, you spoke. "It's... a lot. It almost feels like everything is the problem, but I know that doesn't make much sense. I just haven't been feeling well, and I can't tell what's really wrong with me. I haven't been feeling like myself... I'm sorry if I've been acting weird". "There's no need to be sorry" Pure Vanilla said, wrapping his arm around you "You're very strong for pushing through, dear one. Never feel ashamed for feeling how you do"

"I... I never thought of it that way... or that I was very strong" You responded softly. You then glanced over, seeing Pure Vanilla's other arm open in invitation. You nudged closer, leaning into his chest as his arms wrapped around you fully. His large loose sleeves encased you like a blanket, a comforting shield against the rest of the world. He smelled just like his name implied, a sweet yet light fragrance. "Remember, you're worth every stone in the sea and star in the skies" Pure Vanilla said softly "You're special, just as you are. And I'm right here for anything you need"

Before you could stop it, wetness was pricking at your eyes. You felt your breath catch, dissolving into tears against the healer's chest. He held you closer, gentle whispers leaving him as he patted your head, petting your back as well. "There, there. It will all be alright. I won't let you go, little one, you're safe here". It took several minutes before you could calm down, sniffling in his arms as he held your weight. "I-I'm sorry" you mumbled. "Shh, shh" Pure Vanilla whispered "Don't worry a bit, you're perfectly alright". Once you leaned back, the healer helped you wipe your eyes. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"A little better, honestly" you admitted "Thank you". Pure Vanilla smiled a little wider "I'm so glad to hear that". He then stood, his robes flowing around him as he did so. He extended a hand to you after picking up his staff "I've made you a meal back in the castle, if you wish to join me?". You almost told him he didn't have to, but you decided against it. You hadn't felt this comforted since you were a little doughball, and you were admittedly pretty hungry... you accepted his hand with a nod, standing up beside him "I'd love to".

Pure Vanilla put a gentle hand on your back, guiding you towards the castle's direction. You felt... safe with him. He was a soothing presence amidst the pressure you'd been feeling, and finally getting out those tears felt like a very welcome reprieve. It was so easy to open up to him, his unyielding patience and helpful nature always managed to slip past your faulty smiles to see your feelings at your core. You leaned a little closer to him as you walked, his hand providing support as you two chatted all the way to the dining hall.

[anomalyaly]

I See the Light

CW: NSFW. EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, MINORS DNI. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ READERS DISCRETION ADVISED

Written for the OHL discord server February NSFW event. Flynn Rider!Sebastian teaches an unnamed FMC!Rapunzel something new.

~3k words

[AO3] [Wattpad]

Tags: Tangled!AU, Sebastian Sallow x nameless FMC, first time (for her), fingering (F receiving), oral sex (F receiving and a hint of M receiving), face sitting, masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex, they're in a forest so I guess public sex but nobody is around, fast and hard because I am burdened by the word count limitations

It started out as a harmless prank.

One that involved stealing a crown from the royal palace. It wasn't as if someone with that much money would miss one crown made of enough precious metals, he could bribe anyone and their mother for whatever he wanted with it.

After all, he was the Sebastian Sallow — the greatest known thief in the land.

Everything was going so smoothly, running from the law, until he stumbled upon an odd clearing in the forest, a tall tower in the distance. His unfortunate, or perhaps, very fortunate decision to climb up it is what had gotten him into this situation in the first place, traipsing the forest with an odd girl — a very beautiful girl — but odd nonetheless, who had been mysteriously trapped within the isolated tower.

What made the girl odd was that she kept a suspicious secret about her reasons for being locked away — and the fact that she had hair that was a ridiculous length for that of a normal human being. Hair that had been long enough to stretch from the window to the base of the tower that she resided in.

She had even brandished a frying pan as a weapon. The naivety of this girl. However, she had taken his stolen crown and hidden it away, offering only to return it to him if he agreed to her terms.

Fine. If that's what it took to get it back, Sebastian reluctantly agreed. It shouldn't be too difficult to bring one innocent girl to the kingdom to see some lanterns and return her home in one day, right?

Wrong.

After the girl had several panic attacks upon exiting her tower, they were chased by palace guards and nearly drowned in their attempt to escape. He supposed it was mostly his fault, being a wanted man, but their adventure had nearly cost both of them their lives.

For him, he supposed it was only a matter of time until fate caught up with his misdeeds. But the poor girl was innocent. And he had nearly gotten her killed.

Both of them collapsed on the ground in the forest, deciding to make camp for the night. Exactly twenty-four hours until the lantern festival.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I never meant to — I didn't mean for it to go this far."

He tucked his injured hand behind his back, but she noticed it right away. "You're hurt."

"I'll be fine."

"No," she murmured, pulling it closer to her and wrapping her hair around it, "let me help."

He scoffed, "I highly doubt that — "

He was cut off as she started to sing a cryptic lullaby. He was about to stop her until he noticed that her hair was glowing. And as he pulled his hand away from her hair, her song finished, and the wound was completely healed.

"How did you — "

"My hair," she quickly said, "it...can heal people when I sing. That's why I was...why I had to stay in that tower. To protect it. To protect me."

"You never left? At all?"

The girl shook her head, smiling sheepishly. He studied her carefully, noting the blush on her cheeks glowing in the firelight. He scooted closer to her. "That...must have been lonely."

"Sometimes," she agreed, "but....I read, a lot. I like to think of the characters in my stories as my friends." She grinned. "The romances were my favorite."

"Really?" He was intrigued. "What did you like most about them?"

Her face reddened further. "I...well, when they kissed. I always wondered what it feels like."

"Yeah?" He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I have quite the experience in that area, you know. I could always show you."

He meant it as a joke, somewhat, but she immediately perked up. "You'd do that?"

"What?" Sebastian gaped. "I-I mean...yes, I suppose. If...if that's what you— " He wasn't certain where he was going with this idea. Kissing strangers in pubs was one matter, but her? She was innocent, naive, and inexperienced.

"Yes," she nodded emphatically. "Please. I...I want to know."

He cleared his throat. "Alright then. Just...just follow my lead."

He leaned closer to her and gently cupped her cheek in his hand. "I'm...I'm going to kiss you now."

Her eyes fluttered closed. "I'm ready."

He swallowed, then gently pressed his lips to hers. She didn't move, her nervousness and lack of experience showing, and he guided her as he pulled her closer to him, feeling her soft lips against his. He threaded his fingers through her hair and dared to run his tongue along her lower lip, and she elicited a soft moan.

Oh shit.

He hadn't expected to be turned on this easily. How long had it been since he had last physically been with someone?

She responded a bit too enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around him and pressing herself flush against him. He grabbed her arms and pushed her back slightly.

"W-wait," he said, stopping her mid-kiss. "I...I thought it was just a kiss. Not—" he shook his head.

She tilted her head innocently. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he breathed, attempting to clear his thoughts that were becoming increasingly wild. "You — you can't just respond like that and...and not expect something to happen." He smiled lightly. "I'm only a man, after all. I have...urges."

She furrowed her brows. "Urges?" Then, she brightened in understanding. "Oh! Like...sexual urges."

Sebastian actually blushed. Why did it suddenly seem so dirty when she said it? "Well...yes."

"Teach me."

"What?!"

She held him firmly. "Teach me," she insisted. "I'm only going to be outside of my tower for one more day. I...I want to learn."

"I — " How could he say no? "Are you sure?"

"Yes." She sighed. "You saved my life, and you're taking me to see the lanterns. I want it to be you."

Sebastian took a deep breath. "Alright." If that was what she wanted. She had asked for it, after all. "I'm...I'll go slow, okay? Just...if you feel uncomfortable...."

"Sebastian." She let out a huff.

"Okay! Okay." He gritted his teeth before his lips collided with hers once more, still maintaining the gentleness of their first kiss, but with more fervor, his intent clear.

Her resounding moan vibrated along his lips and sent shivers down his spine. He wasn't inexperienced, but he had certainly never taken a girl's innocence before. It was much easier to go after a quick fuck, a one-night stand to scratch an itch before moving on to his next endeavor — which mostly centered around thievery. Sex was simply an outlet.

This, however, was different.

He ran his hands along her arms and trailed his fingers up her bodice, deftly undoing the lacing on her corset and letting the rest of her dress fall to the ground. His lips left hers, and he planted soft kisses along her neck before pulling back to look at her. "Is this al— "

"Stop asking me if it's alright," she grumbled. "I will tell you if something is wrong."

Right. He had never been so nervous to fuck someone before. It really had been too long.

His hungry gaze roamed over her untouched, bare body. Years in the tower left her skin soft and silky, a stark contrast to his rough and calloused hands. He lightly traced them over her bare breast and smiled as she shivered at his touch.

"Feel good?" He asked. She nodded. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I can do things that will feel even better, sweetheart. Just trust me."

He pulled back to undo the buttons on his shirt and shrugged it off, throwing it to the side and wrapping his arms around her once more. He guided her to the soft grass and laid her beneath him as he continued to trail kisses along her delicate skin.

"Let me take care of you," he murmured, and he took one of her peaked nipples in between his lips.

The way she arched her body into his made it even clearer that she had never been touched, every inch of her overly sensitive to his gentle caresses. His fingers danced along her thighs, tracing the freckles along the inside of one before expertly finding her center.

Her form trembled in ecstasy beneath him as he lightly circled her clit, his finger already coated in her slick, preparing her for everything that was to follow. Sebastian was eager to be inside her, his own arousal beginning to peek through his trousers, but he would make sure she was taken care of first.

"That feels — really — really good," she panted, and her fingers dug into his back. He carefully slipped a digit inside of her and gently curled it against the perfect spot, grinning as her hips bucked against his hand.

"Oh!" He could feel her tightening around his finger, knowing she was getting closer to her peak. He wondered if she had ever orgasmed before, if she had ever managed to complete herself on her own, locked in the tower for so many years, or if he would be the first to bring her over the edge.

The thought of it even being a possibility sent a surge of pride through him.

"It's alright, sweetheart," he encouraged, his face pressed into her neck so he could whisper praises into her ear. "Relax and let go. Let me make you feel good." He slipped a second finger inside for good measure.

It sent her over the edge, and when he curled his fingers again, she arched her back and let out a wanton cry. He planted kisses along her neck as she trembled beneath him, working her through her orgasm and murmuring encouragements against her.

"Beautiful," he whispered as he watched her face relax, her eyes heavy-lidded and her body spent. He slid further down her body until his face settled between her legs. He felt her grasp his arm and glanced up at her.

"Wait!" She clutched his arm. "W-what are you doing?"

Sebastian grinned. "Did you think we were done?" He planted a light kiss on her inner thigh. "Oh, no, love. We're just getting started."

He continued to leave a path of kisses from her thigh until he hovered over her core once more. "Just relax, and let me make you feel good."

She chewed on her lower lip nervously, but when she nodded and leaned back again, he leaned forward and pressed his tongue to her center, sliding gracefully along her folds until he felt her melt into his touch. His strong hands gripped her thighs firmly, and he encouraged her to spread herself wider for him.

"Mfph!" She whimpered, worrying her lower lip still between her teeth as she tried to hold back. Sebastian pulled his tongue away, and she groaned at the space he left.

"Nobody is here, darling," he murmured, his warm breath grazing over her. "I want to hear everything. I want to hear how good I make you feel."

"B-but —"

Sebastian tightened his grip on her thigh. "If you go quiet, I'll stop." It wasn't a true threat, as he would never stop if he knew she would let him have her, his own desire growing by the minute.

But she agreed, and when he circled her with his tongue again, she gasped. Her hands flew to his head and tangled themselves in his curls, and he couldn't help himself as he let out a guttural moan, burying himself in her as he fucked her with his mouth. She arched her hips into him, and he silently prayed to whatever powers were out there that, if he were to die, it would be from suffocating himself against her, drowning in her sweetness.

Merlin, how badly he wanted her to ride his face.

He gently pried her hands off of his head and slid his body away from her, almost feeling a bit guilty at her cries of protest. But he wasn't going to let her off that easily. He tugged his trousers off and tossed them haphazardly to the side, somewhere between the thickening forest and wherever his shirt hand ended up, and laid down on the ground.

She furrowed her brows in confusion. "What — "

"Come here," he said, guiding her hips over top of him. "I want you to angle yourself here and...and do what I was doing to you."

The young woman blinked at him. "You mean...sit...here?"

Sebastian bit back a groan at her innocence. "Yes. And you...move along my tongue in whatever way makes you feel good."

She nodded and settled herself on his face. "Like this?"

He wasted no time before getting to work, and he moaned with pride when she rested her weight atop him and ground herself into his mouth. She was so wet, he could feel his face already coated with her juices. Yes, this is most certainly how I wish to die.

She bucked her hips in a ragged movement, and he knew she was already nearing another orgasm. He reached between himself and wrapped his hand around his hardened length, stroking himself desperately to the rhythm she set. His tongue lapped against her as if he was a man starved and she was his final meal.

"Sebastian-! I-I can't — I have to —!"

He pressed his face into her and groaned against her clit, the vibrations dragging her to her climax. She yanked on his curls and rode out the rest of her orgasm, her body shaking with sensitivity. It took everything he had not to lose himself — he was saving that for her.

And oh, he would enjoy every second of being inside her.

She lifted herself off of his face and tried to climb off, but he held her hips in place. "I want you to be able to take the lead."

"But," she blushed, "I don't know what I'm doing."

"That's precisely it." His thumbs traced small circles along her hips. "I'm going to guide you, but I want you to be able to set your own pace. Whatever makes you comfortable. That way — " He quirked a smile at her, "I know for certain you're enjoying it."

And he could enjoy watching her.

He helped position her as she knelt, hovering over his throbbing erection. Sebastian wasn't the patient type, but he knew the reward that awaited him would be worth it. His breath hitched as she traced a line up his length with her delicate fingers.

"Can I...?" she asked shyly, as if voicing the question was more vulgar than what he had just done to her.

He swallowed back a whimper. "P-please."

She stroked his cock once, twice, testing his reaction, and Sebastian was more than willing to give it to her. Her feather-light touches had him wanting more when suddenly, she leaned down and dragged her tongue along it in an experimental lick.

Fuck.

He hadn't realized how sensitive he had gotten from not being touched for so long.

"N-not...not now," he managed, his voice strained.

She glanced up at him, and the sight of her pink lips hovering over the seeping head of his cock tempted him, pleaded with him to thrust into her mouth and coat her tongue. But he wanted something else more.

"I need to be inside you."

She blushed and straddled his hips, and he could feel the heat radiating from her as her wet cunt settled on top of his cock. She nibbled on her lower lip, breathing steadily as she adjusted to the feel of him.

"Take your time, love," he said roughly.

He gasped raggedly as she slowly slipped him inside of her, forcing him to control his urges and allow her time to adjust. She was tight, perfectly fitted around him and he struggled to resist burying himself in her and fucking her until they were both seeing stars.

And then, she sank all the way down, a soft sigh of contentment leaving her lips at the feel of him.

It was almost too much, the way her cunt enveloped him, and as she began to move achingly unhurried, he reactively snapped his hips into hers and released a needy groan.

"That...feels good to you?" She practically breathed the words out.

Sebastian could only manage a nod as his thumbs dug into her thighs. He was too sensitive, too desperate, too touch-starved to control himself.

Thank Merlin she could sense his need.

"Take me," she panted as she rode him, angled just so that her tits bounced in front of his face, carved as perfectly as a Greek statue and yet so supple he couldn't resist pressing his face into them. She let out another soft whimper. "Take me how you want me."

It was his undoing.

He grasped her hips roughly and thrust into her, fast, hard, taking and taking everything he wanted at her command. He was hers, whether she knew it or not, and if she had asked him to, he would have burned the world for her if it meant making this moment last forever.

She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him and tucking her face into his neck, biting and sucking gently at his pulse point as she mimicked what he had taught her, their bodies moving in tandem as he drove himself into her. And when she finally cried out, her body tightening around him as she came, he clumsily followed right after, his rhythm ragged, spilling himself inside and muffling a groan against her long hair that he was certain was still glowing in the middle of the forest.

It was faster than he had planned, yet more powerful than anything he could have imagined. But when he looked at her, their sweaty bodies still clinging to each other on the forest floor, her eyes still closed as she panted against him, it was as if the fog had lifted and everything was clear.

And at last, I see the light.

[hunters-vigil]

The Unsetting Feeling Continues (Part 2/2)

Unsettling Feeling

Summary: Your interactions with The Knave after your conversation with her in Poisson while the Traveller and Paimon slept.

Traveller is written to not obey Teyvat's gender norms so uses they/them pronouns, also means you can pick your Traveller. Reader is intended to be gender neutral, and probably needs some therapy.

"How was your conversation with The Knave?" They asked you once Paimon was distracted enough with the prospect of Lyney cooking her breakfast.

"It bore small fruit. It seems I know more about her history than she does." You brought your cup up to your lips, "she knows something is off about me, but she's only touched the surface. Don't look at me like that, if she knows anything else about you, it'll be from the Director. I told you what I know, well, everything that your sibling allows me to, anyway."

The soft noise that escaped the Traveller's mouth at the mention of their sibling left your heart aching. "I'm sorry, I would tell you everything if I could, but... making more enemies of the divine is not on my bucket list. I mean it. I have faith in you, and that in the end, Teyvat's fate is yours to-" you cut yourself off as Lyney, Lynette and Freminet came into earshot, deciding to finish your drink, then stand up.

"I'm going to get ready for the day." Your hand gently rested on the Traveller's shoulder, their hand reaching for yours as they gave you a look that left you nodding in understanding. One day, they would know the truth of this world... but finding out from your lips would do nothing but taint their beliefs.

Your disappearance gave the Traveller and Paimon time to question the three about Dottore. The 2nd Fatui Harbinger, the one who made your skin crawl, the one who you had to pretend to be asleep around, as you listened to Nahida bargain with him. Would the destruction of a gnosis awaken *them*? The destruction of one of the divine thrones didn't. The elemental authority returning to one of the dragon sovereigns didn't either.

"'Father' didn't come back last night. She's probably still near the shore. We'll be counting on you three to distract her." Lyney stated, his gaze flicking onto you as you walked over, covering your mouth with your hand as a yawn escaped you, "Lynette, you're with me. Freminet, you know what to do. Be on your guard, everyone."

A gentle breeze washed over you as you, Paimon and the Traveller exited Poisson, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "The wind has ears."

"Paimon should be used to your weird sayings by now, but..." Paimon grumbled, falling quiet as Arlecchino came into view.

"Ah, it's you three. I must say, you look a bit pale. Did you have trouble sleeping last night?" The Knave's voice was emotionless, but an undertone of knowing was there, gently stabbing into her voice as you held back a smirk, giving her a look to challenge her. Did she dare mention your conversation last night?

This look of yours went ignored by her unfortunately, her gaze remaining on your companions instead, listening to their excuses and giving meaningful advice in return. Then came the stab.

"Although I must profess to being curious... without Childe here, how do you plan on distracting me? Unless your friend here has another card up their sleeve that is supposed to surprise me?"

"Am I really that boring that you've decided I'm not worth listening to anymore? What a shame..." you raised your arms in tired surrender, but the sparkle in your eyes failed to go unmissed by anyone.

"Your dramatics are not what I'd call entertaining." Arlecchino brushed you off, but regret began to poke at her, seeing the amused look on your face, "no matter, if you don't have any other plans, why don't you accompany me somewhere? Don't worry, I'll be sure to stay clear of any scheming children."

The rest of what Arlecchino said, well, you weren't one to admit you weren't exactly listening, your gaze remaining on her eyes, trying to see into her soul almost. "Looking into my eyes is ill-advised. I can't promise you'll like what you see."

"The same goes for you." The unsettling feeling of one who does not hail from Teyvat in the presence of those who do was only amplified as you stared Arlecchino down, your eyes almost looking like they were changing colour in the light for a moment. If she had less self-control, no doubt a shiver would have run down her spine. You were not normal. You were not of Teyvat. Did your will rival the world's? Just how long had you been here?

Only the oldest surviving Gods truly knew...

You only broke from your intense staring contest when Paimon whispered rather too loudly that things were getting uncomfortable, electing that the three of you would meet The Knave outside the Palais Mermonia.

"Good things come to children who do as they're told. So I do hope you decide to tag along... if only for your friends' sakes." Arlecchino's attempt at a warning only made you have to struggle to hide a laugh.

The Traveller had seen the birth and death of stars themselves... and you were far from a child. Despite the Traveller being older than you, you had been on Teyvat for far longer than either of the twins...

Well, as long as the fact that the twins arrived around the Cataclysm 500 years ago remained true. What's 500 years to your estimated 2,600? Wait, how long ago was the Archon War again?

"Don't bother with the bird. She'll catch it quicker than a cat preying on a mouse." You stated, hoping that your friend would heed your advice, instead of risking the poor creature falling into The Knave's cursed hands.

///

Arlecchino's rules and stances were improved versions of Crucabena's. Of course, it had been a pain to try dig up any information of that witch of a woman. You even resorted to going to Sumeru while your companions were in the Fortress, asking the erased 6th Harbinger for what he knew.

Maybe you were biased. Having spent time in Khaenri'ah during the Crimson Moon Dynasty, witnessing it fall, and the rise of the Eclipse Dynasty. The twins... the Vinster King wanting you to be the consort to his heir, the abyss sibling. You refused the notion entirely, and the abyss twin... you were too young for them, they harboured nothing for you but the care an older sibling would give to a younger one.

That was one of the secrets you were keeping from the Traveller. You were at ground zero for the cataclysm, and stuck outside while the King took their sibiling to...

"Traveller, your companion, are they well?" Iudex Neuvillette turned his head, pausing the discussion with the Knave in favour of checking on your well-being.

Paimon hovered around you in concern, Arlecchino even glanced at you from the corner of her eye, but you continued to stare into space, until the Traveller gently placed their hand on your shoulder.

"Hm? Oh... apologies. Too many thoughts in my mind at once."

Neuvillette meerly nodded, offering you some water from Liyue to refresh your mind, which you were grateful to accept.

However, the rest of the conversation between Arlecchino and the Iudex went quickly over your head. The analogy of water tasting wasn't something you could process quickly enough, deciding to personally process the taste of the water from Liyue instead of whatever the Knave wanted to arrange...

"Alright, you three, time to go."

Your gaze flickered to the Iudex as you followed the Knave out the door, but you kept quiet, deciding anything said now would be pointless.

///

"Something on your mind?"

"You asked the Traveller to lend their hand to the House when the time comes. You didn't ask me, but you'll receiving an answer nonetheless. If I deem it necessary, I will intervene. Bare in mind, I know your bloodline better than you do." Your voice filled with a venom that left the Traveller and Paimon exchanging glances, Paimon's full of concern, but the Traveller kept up a pokerface. You held back your power, they knew this, and they knew you knew that they held back their power too...

"Just how familiar with my bloodline do you claim to be?"

"Familiar enough that had I known that a child from the Crimson Moon dynasty had survived after all this time, I would have taken you with me without hesitation. Unfortunately, the past is in the past. Time belongs to the Shade, and her Children." If Paimon could have spluttered a drink at that statement, she would have, but instead she hid her face in her newspaper, trying to calm down.

"Tell me, what business do you have with the Crimson Moon dynasty?" Arlecchino was quick to question you, but you didn't back down.

"I was there even after it fell, ask your Director for his version of the details, Peruere. I'll peer review them" You smirked slightly as the child of the Crimson Moon dynasty held back an uncharacteristic huff.

"You expect me to believe you?"

"Believe what you want. If I say anything more, I'll give Paimon a migraine." You only shrugged, going to sit on a piece of the ruins, while the Traveller and Paimon stood there, wondering what in the abyss had just happened, as the Knave began to explain her past.

Paimon's view of the world was too innocent. That was all you could conclude as she learned more about the past House of the Hearth. It was selfish of you to say aloud you would have taken Peruere away from the House of the Hearth, leaving the rest of the children to suffer under Crucabena's hand... but revealing your power through conversation was not how you wanted to reveal it.

The Traveller and yourself were so much more unfazed than Paimon when it came to topics such as murder, or death.

"Peruere won the battle and became a Harbinger herself, after which Her Majesty The Tsaritsa bestowed upon her a new name... Arlecchino." She took a moment before glancing over at you, "your friend over there figured it out a while ago... I do wonder how you did it, but no matter. I left the name Peruere behind a long time ago, I must say, hearing it now... does bring back memories."

Playing with your fingers, you continued to listen to the changes that Arlecchino put into place with her rise to the rank of the Fourth Fatui Harbinger, and her curse. But you were all too familiar with that... the entities made from the flames, less so, but you knew of rumours from back then.

Footsteps approaching caught your attention, you rolled your eyes as you looked towards Arlecchino, "and to think, you called me dramatic."

You, Traveller and Paimon remained silent as the children of the House of the Hearth arrived from Poisson, turning on each other quickly. The children who wished to be Fatui, and the ones who wanted to live normal lives...

From trying to find a descender, to raising child soldiers, the House of the Hearth hadn't really changed. Based on your past experiences with those from the House of the Hearth, all these young Fatui would end up dead one way or another...

The Traveller looked to you, how your hands were clenching in and out of fists, but there was a look in your eye as you met their's. What were you up to? Oh...

All it took was one small nod for them to understand, stepping forwards into the fray, a duel, Lyney, Lynette and Freminet vs their 'Father'.

"I'd like to see for myself what the Fourth of the Fatui Harbingers can do." Your friend revealed their dull blade, much to you rolling your eyes. No doubt they'd not use any elemental powers in this fight either...

"Are you going to do something? Huh, where'd they go?" Paimon gasped as she realised you had moved from your seat on the rubble, but the duel had already begun.

Her attacks were focussed on her vision-holding children, and your friend, leaving you a chance to check in on the bystanding children, who only watched in fear of the results of this duel.

"'Father' said you weren't a fighter like the Traveller..." one of them whispered as you patted their head.

"Always hide your ace with a straight face." You whispered back, turning on your heel as the sky turned red, reminding you of the Cataclysm, before your gaze locked on Peruere, Cinder of Two Worlds' Flames. So she had learned that much about her power, hm?

Your friend going toe to toe with her caught your eye next, but you couldn't help but let out a huff. Power over five of the seven elements of Teyvat, and doesn't use any of them... their sword skills were not lacking however, although that dull blade wasn't helpful at all.

Your feet carried you forwards without thinking as you witnessed Freminet's blocking the incoming attack, Lyney falling to the ground. and Freminet twisting his claymore at the last second of his and Lynette's attack. The boy could not hurt his 'father', despite fighting for his siblings' lives...

"Father, no!"

The children fell to the floor in horror, the fighters tangled up in Arlecchino's trap, while you stood still, keeping them behind you.

The Traveller was quick to break out of the trap, taking the Knave off-guard.

"Made it out, did you?" She sounded almost proud in that moment, "you're stronger than I expected-"

Her eyes began to close, but a flash of silver overpowered the red glow from her eyes, her domain expansion overpowered, as she spotted you standing in front of her, the Traveller standing behind you in shock.

"The Crimson Moon has long set, the red skies have cleared, and the Eclipse has finished. Enough. You've made your point. Let the golden sun rise on a new day." Your voice was void of all emotion, the crimson moon behind you fading to a black sun, before a golden glow radiated over the three of you, just like you said.

"A Crimson... Moon?" Your friend whispered behind you, but you didn't turn your back on Arlecchino, who glanced over every inch of you, trying to figure you out.

You were quick to turn the perception of the environment for the three of you back to normal, Arlecchino changing back to her normal form too.

"To think, all intelligence the Fatui gathered suggested you were a powerless nomad..." She remarked, before moving over to where her children were quivering on the floor, "I believe we can end things here. It's not often we get to enjoy the company of guests after all. We wouldn't want things to get too out of hand."

Arlecchino walked away as she began to monologue, spotting you move back to sit on the rubble again, listening to her talk. Bottled flames that would burn away the children's memories of the House of the Hearth. An execution to kill their childhoods, giving them new identities without the Fatui baggage...

///

Eventually, the children headed back to Poisson, leaving Clervie to come out of hiding to talk.

"You alright?" you whispered to your friend, who only nodded in response, before giving you a look, "what? Did you think I'd seriously let you fight her alone? That move I interrupted, plus seeing the Crimson Moon? Nothing good would have come from it for you. Besides... maybe getting a new sword, since you don't use your elemental powers much."

You kept quiet after that, hearing Peruere talk to the six year old version of Clervie about what had happened up until her death, and after...

Clervie's desire for freedom, yet the heavens did not give her an anemo vision. Was it not enough? This girl died to be free... just like Tadhla...

Paimon poked you in the shoulder, " why don't you tell Clervie about Khaenri'ah, before y'know..."

"Khaenri'ah was a nation that strived to be better than nations ran by the Archons, each dynasty favoured different techinques to rise above the other nations, a Godless nation, but it was full of promise. Before it's destruction, there was glory and beauty, a lot of the people were talented, and so many innocent..." you side-eyed your friends, "did you skip Fontaine or something? My knowledge of Natlan is kind of outdated, and you've not been there yet. Oh, you should tell her about the auroras in Snezhnaya." You directed your comment towards Arlecchino, who raised an eyebrow at you, "I could, but it would mean more coming from you."

"Perrie, you've seen the auroras?" Clervie turned to her childhood friend, all grown up, but time was running out as the sun began to rise.

"Clervie... the aurora in Snezhnaya was just as beautiful as the ones in the pictures." Arlecchino cleared her throat, "now, you've worked tiredlessly from the shadows to overthrow the House of the Hearth. By my authority as The Knave, I shll announce how this matter will end. You are hereby expelled from the House of the Hearth. You are no longer tied to this place, nor are you bound by its rules."

Closing your eyes, you let out a breath as you felt the sun's glow and warmth on your skin. Clervie was finally free...

///

"You're still here?" Arlecchino turned to where she heard your footsteps approaching her in the ruins.

"I prefer not leaving things left unsaid unless extremely necessary." You folded your arms, staring at the sky before turning towards her.

"In another world, Stuzha translates to cold... this project, I don't like it one bit. Have you ever been to Dragonspine, or the depths of the Chasm, Sumeru's Desert, or Tsurumi Island? Each place has had a celestial nail sent down from the heavens, destroying the civilisation present and wrecking the environment there in the process." You let out a breath, steeling your emotions, "let me ask you, what is stopping *them* from waking up and sending more nails crashing down, into the most populated areas of Teyvat? What is stopping *them* from waking up and bringing about another curse? This time, all those who falter from belief in the Gods be turned into an abyssal creature, or cursed with immortality like those purely from Khaenri'ah? What will happen to the memories of everyone in Teyvat once Dottore burns Irminsul to cinders?"?" you caught her attention at the mention of the 2nd Fatui Harbinger. Her hatred for him was nearly on par with your own." What will happen when everyone in Teyvat is dead, and everything is destroyed, and only the Traveller, myself and their sibling are left? We will leave for the next world, and you will all dust and memories."

"Your point?"

"When it all hits the fan. Your best bet is the Traveller." Your eyes lingered on the sky, or maybe something beyond it…

"And what of you? What is your role in all of this? You demonstrated power beyond their capabilities today, yet you encourage me to change sides to your friend's instead?"

"I am not meant for this world. Not like they are. I never was. That throne in the sky is not meant for me. The throne of Khaenri'ah wasn't either, but I never wanted it anyway. I just wanted a home." Shaking your head, you took a step back, "take care of yourself, Peruere... I don't want to imagine how poorly I'll handle it when more people I care about die."

Arlecchino only watched as you walked away, processing what you just said. A sense of calm washed over here the further that you walked... that unsettling feeling leaving her alone. You were definitely more powerful than the Fatui thought, the true Fourth Descender. One who had witnessed so much, yet continued to hide in the shadows, stewing in your thoughts and waiting for the apocalypse. Did the Traveller know the extent to how your mind worked?

She needed to talk to Pierro.

[transfemme-shelterdog]

TW: Heavy talk of sexual assault, rape, and suicide

The whole "trans women get killed and trans men get raped + detransitioned" thing infuriates me. Because first of all, this isn't the oppression Olympics. And second of all, do these people realize that trans men getting raped and detransitioned is also killing us? Survivors of sexual assault are already 10 times more likely to kill themselves. Pair that with it being "corrective" rape (one of the worst hate crimes, I'd argue) and that many of us would kill ourselves before letting them detransition us, and yeah, they're killing us. They're just not doing it outright because they hope they can get a use or two out of our wombs first.

I've already been sexually assaulted once. Maybe a few times if I count some weirdly sexual encounters with adults as a kid. I consider myself lucky that it wasn't full-blown rape. That didn't stop me from developing a phobia of sexual assault. And I do mean phobia. I'd say everyone fears sexual assault to some extent, but my fear is debilitating. I can't go outside alone, I can't date, I can't be anywhere with anyone unless I have someone at my side that I know 100% will fight to the death to protect me. So that leaves my father and my veteran step mother. That's it.

I've been told I'm paranoid and insane for this but I literally have homemade leather straps and buckles I wear over my underwear and genitalia to act as a final barrier against any assault. They're damn hard to get off in a rush or with just force. Hopefully it'll buy me time to fight back, should I ever have to.

"Just getting raped and detransitioned" is a fate worse than death to me and many others. And there's people out here acting like this is the good ending or an act of mercy. I'd take a lifetime of physical torture if it meant saving myself from being raped. And it wouldn't even be a hard choice or close decision. I'd make that choice as easily as breathing.

And please, genuinely, God forbid I get raped and impregnanted. I'm not religious, but I'll pray to God for this. The rape itself is already a death sentence. The pregnancy is just an added cruelty. I'd have to cut that thing out of me and dispose of it somehow before I died because I'm not being buried or cremated with someone's parasite inside me. Being buried under my deadname and as someone's daughter is cruel enough. I won't be buried as an unwilling mother.

"Trans women just get killed" also completely ignores all the trans women who have been raped for being a "sissy" or a "fag." Or just because men hate them.

Just. Sorry for all this. You don't have to post this. I know it's a heavy topic and I've been quite grim. But fuck, I'm scared. I'd rather they just kill me. It would be a mercy.

I'm really sorry to hear that OP. I hope you find someone that you're ok with being around, and being intimate with, if that's something you're wanting. I also wish you the best in your journey of healing and coming to terms with your phobia, I want only the best for you.

You're not paranoid or insane for taking precautions that make you feel more comfortable, that's never a bad thing. If it works for you, keep doing it.

It really is a shame that people assume that trans men can just abort the fetus, and that's over and done with, and there'll be no lingering damages physically or mentally. It's an incredibly ignorant and shallow take, and I'd agree that for trans men, being raped and impregnated is truly a fate worse than death.

Unfortunately, I doubt many people will see it the same way. Hell, afab cis women aren't even taken seriously most of the time, so you throw in transandrophobia in there, and you have even less of a chance of being taken seriously, and having your fears and feelings acknowledged by society. People forget that most women aren't taken seriously when they talk about fears and risks of SA, so what makes them think that a trans man/masc would be treated any better?

[frostinepac3]

Gartic phone shenanigans with my friends lol

[kindlythevoid]

Y'all, I'm lowkey obsessed with Shawn's necklaces. They're just. They're so cool. They're there. They change between seasons. No one ever talks about them. He fiddles with them. We don't know where he gets them. He wears cool little necklaces!!! And I'm Obsessed!!! :D :D

[lesbianralzarek]

trying to not complain about the discrepancy between how much content fictional women and poc have vs the white dudes in every fucking fandom im in, because no one owes me fanart/fic and i can make shit myself, but holy fuck can any of you name a woman?

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

Is this canon? Technically no.

Is it even In character? Absolutely not!

Do I care? Not really!

Locus is my blorbo and i can put him in annoying situations, like having a small squad of annoying but just-good-enough-to-not-kill-them Feds, if i want to

[folerdetdufoler]

Hi, I wrote my first evak fic in early 2023, before that I had been an avid reader for years. I know the fandom is a little quiet but there's this hardcore group of writers and readers that seem to have been around since the start and all know (of) each other. I don't know how to word this without sounding envious but it seems to me that group doesn't really read, comment on, give kudos or support new fics outside of their little circle. I want to believe it's a time issue but I have to say it comes across cliquey and a little hurtful. I really hope I am just being an insecure baby but I would be so happy if the established and popular writers would give me feedback and leave comments.

hiya! congratulations on writing and posting! i know it can be a big, scary jump from reading to writing and sharing, so applause for that in the first place.

i'm sorry your contributions to the fandom haven't been received the way you'd like them to be. if i'm included in this group of writers and readers, then, well my reasons for not reading/commenting/supporting are possibly going to be more hurtful than what you're already experiencing! i've whined about it years ago (first here, then here), and unfortunately it all still stands, because i have done absolutely zero work on bettering myself as a human being. i think i've read a handful of fics, mostly because they've been sent to me directly, with someone asking for my thoughts, and i managed to put in the effort to read it and offer a polite response. but there are also a bunch of fics that have been shared with me that i haven't read, even when i've said i would. i'm sorry if you have specifically done this with me in the past, because i have not treated your work, your creativity, with the respect it deserves.

i can't speak for anyone else, on how they choose to spend their time reading or writing, or the relationships they have with other fans. on the one active skam discord i'm in, i think a lot of them know each other from other fandoms, or have different relationships beyond writing/reading skam fic. also, as skam fades, people might only have the bandwidth for enjoying and supporting fanworks from established relationships, the same way you still want to support a favorite author even when you or they have changed genres or whatever.

but in reality i don't know the group where this is happening or why. i agree, it would be nice to receive more readers and commenters in general, and being jealous of the attention other people receive is natural. but i don't know how to change your relationship with that group, or my relationship with reading & supporting.

[gatsbydyke]

one day ill become brave enough to draw overly edgy a rotten crowd shit just to caption it with the paper chase lyrics

[gayteddy]

the battle between "reach out to every new person you see online who seems cool" and "never talk to anyone Ever"

[potatoesandsunshine]

had the longest day in the world... and tomorrow is gonna be longer........

[amegeddon]

Why is one of the funniest passtimes trying to figure out the biology lore of the vampires that exist in your character universe

Like legit a couple of months ago I went on an unsurprisingly unhinged ramble in the gc I'm in w my friends about whether vampires can or cannot shit which ended in the few vampire ocs I have being grouped into shitters and nonshitters (all depending on whether they're from a pure bloodline or a hybrid) then just a few minutes ago I saw a screencap of a cute little vampire ship idea post has caused all the vampires, hybrid or otherwise, to be invisible in mirrors.

One of said vampires is a drag queen with incredible make-up skills.

This means the only explanation is that he had a particularly helpful little brother.

And by particularly helpful I mean:

[bluntforcefem]

just saw a post about how lego needs to release less marvel sets and more ideas sets and like im going to be real with you. do you go into the lego aisle ever