#that's how much im willing to disclose

[ugly-anarchist]

Im sorry but just because *some* categories of intersex people are in danger if they disclose that fact to a doctor, etc, doesn’t mean that having a slight hormone imbalance puts you in as much danger as admitting you’re trans to that same doctor. You’re trying to universalize exorsexism’s effects on all intersex people while also making the category as broad as possible, and the end result based on your arguments is that you want trans perisex people to put ourselves in danger out of some kind of noble selflessness. Sorry, but sometimes it really is materially safer if I just say “I don’t menstruate for hormonal reasons” than “I don’t menstruate because I’m a trans woman” when asked by a nurse, and it’s upsetting to me that you’d frame any trans woman who protects herself that way as somehow exorsexist

The fact that you're calling intersexism exorsexism is really telling.

You do realize that doctors especially are prone to enacting violence on intersex bodies right? You do know that plenty of intersex people (myself included) were forced/coerced into hormones to "fix" our intersex variations, right?

It's not about moral selflessness, you're just denying intersexism, making it seem like less of a problem, and implying that trans people are in more danger than intersex people. You are not. Intersexism is a very severe issue and victims of it often don't make it out unscathed.

Like one of the main perpetuators of intersexism are medical providers. It's 100% safer to disclose your trans status to a doctor than it is to disclose the fact that you're intersex. There are doctors who are accepting of being trans and even specific doctors that provide medical care to trans people. But currently, the main way to deal with intersex people that is accepted and encouraged in the medical field is to treat our bodies as disordered. 99% of doctors either don't know the word intersex or actively refuse to use it and are more than willing to coerce you into taking hormones to fix you.

You do realize that these nurses you are lying about being intersex to fully believe your body is disordered and needs to be fixed, right? You're opening yourself up to so much potential shit because there's doctors who will refuse to treat you unless you accept the "treatment" they've offered for your disorder they assume you have. There's also doctors who will 100% just straight up fucking lie to you and prescribe you medication and not tell you the real effects of said medication, specifically so they can trick you into mutilating your body for the sake of adhering to the sex binary.

Like, for fucks sake, how many times do intersex people have to say "please stop saying we have it better than perisex trans people" for you people to get it through your heads? How many times do I have to recite and explain the violence done to our bodies until you listen?

[shorthaltsjester]

It is such a bizarre choice to not have Vex see Percy forgive Ripley. The scene of her talking to him about forgiveness and how it is the only way to grow and how she carved it on Fenthras was such a good scene. Idk if they will still include it in another form now. Not to mention Percy says he forgave Ripley for himself, not for her.

no i doubt they will. and being honest i think this stems from choices they made in s1 with vex’s character that have just echoed down consequences because tlovm vex doesn’t really have anything she has to forgive herself for. she certainly has an ill-built sense of self, but it isn’t based in an actual flaw re: she is not responsible for her mother’s death but she was in fact a thief and frequently selfish during the campaign. but in s1, vex wasn’t really morally questionable in that way, she was just standoffish and cold and dependent on vax. for understandable reasons, she didn’t steal the broom, but she also has no history that’s disclosed to the audience of killing (even in self defense) or stealing and even her gold hoarding is like. one shot in the second episode when they’re fleeing from a dragon hoard. so then it’s hard to have vex be a character where forgiving herself is the sticking point rather than correcting her sense of self. in the campaign it was both because you couldn’t extract her greed (hunger) and self-interest from the fact that she was deeply scarred by her fathers insistence that she could never be enough.

but in the show at every chance they’ve limited vex to having low self-esteem which is fine, but does i think lessen the interest of a character like her if the basis of that low self-esteem is only her trauma and self-defence versus the more. call it self-offence that she did in the campaign. and i think that echoes into the relationship with percy. overall i’ve liked more than i’ve disliked with this version of perc’ahlia, but i do think there was a ramp up in s2 of feeling that hadn’t necessarily been shown developing (time limits time limits 😔) that much, and part of that is the lack of percy and vex reacting to each other being shitty people with hearts in their eyes. because they could both see the pain that was hiding under their shitty actions but were also just. find of the person doing the shitty actions. and ultimately i’ve kind of cut my loses with the level of like. snarky to each other while also being obviously in love and gross about it without ever admitting it to each other because they both have “How Could Someone Like That Ever Love Someone Like Me” complexes but i think im a bit more :( about the aspects of the characters that were truly just like. not good and not clean and not easily dealt with if dealt with at all that didn’t survive it into tlovm. like percy is truly not a good person (he’s not a Bad one either). like he does many many good actions, but he also is very willing to do horrible, horrible things in the name of what he vows to protect. and vex never really sheds the mask she learned to wear. there are people she allows to see through it but it stays for the entirety of c1 and some of matt’s choices suggest it’s something he echoes in portraying her in c3

anyway tldr. i agree about deeply missing the forgiveness percy and vex scene, even beyond the perc’ahlia of it all, it is one of my favourite cr scenes across all the campaigns, but unfortunately is one i’ve suspected to have been cut since tlovm’s version of saundor. i have the most naive of hopes that maybe i’ll be surprised but honestly i think i’d just be more questioning what the point of including that scene without earning it would be.

[wimpout]

Hello again, hell site. My name is Elijah, but just call me by Eli. Unfortunately, I am back with a different account. If you remember me by my old account, congratulations! Here's a cookie.

Once again, they/them. Nothing else. Try to guess my AGAB and I blow you up with my mind.

I believe I have the most normal and non-baised takes so if you even care you should check me out. I might see you around.

I kind of have memory issues for no reason to be disclosed. It just started happening around middle school so it's out of my control. If you send in an ask about my past I might need you to be specific or else I won't know what you mean.

Well. Ciao!

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this is NOT the same eli from before 11/24. complete design change! their personality is the same, however. and the story is reset!

heres the good part; how does this work???

in case you werent here for the first rendition; eli is a character who is collectively expanded upon by YOU!! the community of rotomblr!

logistically, if you wonder how it works with the fact these anons would seem to know an abnormal amount of information of eli, blame it on their old account they couldnt log into ^_^

how do you contribute, you ask?

simple! my asks are open. go ahead, ask them how their life is in galar. they'll respond as if their life is in galar. well, someone else already asked if they lived in unova? they live in unova! ask how their whimsicott is doing, because now they do indeed have a whimsicott! ask how their moms funeral was! because, uh oh, now they have no mom :(

not only are asks open, but every type of interaction is allowed, even up to magic anons. if eli reblogs an ask game, he either responds appropriately to how his story has been shaped out or how i see is fit to the rest of his character! want to send musharna malice that means him seeing a nightmare of his past? say it! send pelipper mail of clothing from his dead relatives? say that!

but its important that you dont overlook the existing information other people/anons have already asked about. if they really do live in unova, you cant go out of your way to try and forcefully retcon that information: as a reminder, its a collective to create a story for them.

all that i request is that you and the rest of rotomblr make a coherent story. you build off of previous information and make it into one, stable story. they could totally have been there for opelucid city freezing, but not for lysandre attempting to use the ultimate weapon at the same time.

here's a google doc of any previous information that cannot be rewritten

this intro/full body ref will be updated if need be.

[incubationformadness]

I just finished the latest chapter and I’m absolutely obsessed with Effie and Corisande’s relationship. Her confession about what happened to her went so badly but I think I am becoming a Corisande defender because it’s clear she’s just as stunted by the trauma she endured as Effie is and while their experience is different they both firmly believe that the other is the one that got away/ had it easier and neither one of them is willing to let go of that perspective. Im very hopeful for a Trinket sister reunification in the future of this fic because it’s clear they’re not ready yet but maybe once they’ve had time to process what’s happened to them they will gain the mental capacity to feel empathy for the other. I don’t really know why, but Corisande is so fascinating to me, despite the fact that we only ever see her from Effie’s perspective so I was wondering if you have any headcanons about her character that you can disclose 🤍

Thank you so much!! Corisande (brief as her appearances have been) is such a polarising character because she's very much 'the abused becomes the abuser' while also being such a tortured soul under all that rage. I have a lot of empathy for her - for all that she wants to escape her childhood and remove herself from the past, she arguably clings to it even more than Effie. So, here are some thoughts I have about her:

•Corisande's occupation as a nurse comes from her desire to have complete control over other people. She probably would have become a doctor if the Trinkets had the money for the University - she's much smarter than Effie gives her credit for. I imagine that she abuses her power over patients who she takes a personal dislike to (i.e. denying them pain meds or pretending to be too busy for the call bell). Nonetheless, when dealing with a patient who she likes or feels neutrally about, she is genuinely good at what she does, and definitely has her softer moments. She specifically works with the elderly because she is less likely to face physical threats from them, and she is uncomfortable around children because they remind her of her younger, defenceless self.

•She is generally disliked by her co-workers - she's abrasive and domineering and does not like being told what to do.

•She has difficulties with impulse control - she has been a kleptomaniac from a young age (yes, she does steal from her patients and their families), and went through a period of fire-starting in early adolescence (aged about 13 or so). She received some psychiatric treatment for her self-harm as a teenager, which took the form of head-banging and burning herself, but she was combative with the doctors and so her behaviour was labelled as 'attention-seeking'. As an adult, she's mostly stopped her self-harm (she's still a kleptomaniac though).

•Unlike Effie, who was inclined towards promiscuity in her teenage years, Corisande is actually very sexually inexperienced. This comes from both her belief that she is fundamentally undesirable, and her dislike of the vulnerability which comes with sexual situations. She has instead hired sex workers in the past, which enables her to have control.

•I mention in the notes at the bottom of Chapter 14 that Corisande was subject to a grooming attempt by her father, Thyestes Trinket, which went extremely badly - I believe that due to Effie's confession, Corisande will begin re-evaluating that incident. Prior to Effie's revelation, Corisande simply saw it as an incident of love bombing. It will also help her pinpoint the onset of Effie's sexual abuse, seeing as Effie did not manage to tell her how old she was when it started.

•She does love Effie, in her own way, but she does not know how to deal with her. Her resentment of her younger sister has always overpowered their interactions in the past.

•Kind of random, but she likes to feed pigeons lol. She feels strongly about people giving them stuff that isn't bird food. She also likes raccoons. I think that she feels a certain comradeship with animals which her father would have considered 'vermin'.

•She's athletic and was a competitive speed climber when she was in high school. As an adult she still does climbing, and swims. She liked to draw when she was a teenager as a method of venting, but it was very dark stuff which she never showed to anyone.

•She was naturally a tomboy as a child, but I think that she has grown to dislike femininity as both her sister and mother are traditionally feminine and, in Corisande's view, 'allowed' Thyestes to dominate them (internalised misogyny is a helluva drug). In addition, Thyestes mocked Corisande for her interests, as he considered them 'unladylike'. For Corisande, whatever her father does not like is a win on her behalf.

I don't think that this will be the last we see of Corisande - there's too much emotion tangled up between her and Effie for them to just let go of each other after that. But you're right in saying that they're not ready to reunite just yet...both of them are stunted people, and they can't help but fall back into their childhood rivalry when they are around each other. I think that one of the biggest tragedies of their childhoods is that not only did Thyestes abuse them both, in different ways, but he also drove them apart from each other. Had they been given a healthy upbringing, Corisande would have probably just been the 'older-sister-who-is-sometimes-mean-but-looks-out-for-you', rather than the aggressive, vindictive character we know her as.

Corisande is a character I have considered for a POV chapter (her and Alseid are the biggest candidates)...I don't know if that will ever happen but the possibility is there.

[888sss]

Potions

Does anyone still write for Draco Malfoy?

Draco Malfoy x (Female) Reader

Desc: Reader spends a lot of time talking about Draco with her friends, so she finds a way to hang out with him.

Warnings: uh like kinda fluff at the end? Pansy Parkinson? Idk

Draco and I have been close since we were sorted into Slytherin years ago, and recently the time we spent together felt full of tension, and maybe its one sided, but I was starting to feel for him romantically.

I knew that Pansy liked Draco, and since she was my best friend I obviously kept that information very private and to myself. Of course I would never tell Pansy, I liked Draco, but I did tell Blaise. The three of us have been friends since first year, and more recently, Pansy joined us because she didn't talk to us until the past 2 months.

It was about 9 pm, we were all sitting in the common room. Pansy was trying to make conversation with Draco. Enzo, Theo and Adrien all sat having their own talk. I sat with Blaise as he told me about this blonde Ravenclaw girl he wanted to take out, whose name he wouldn't disclose. We then started getting into the conversation of relationships, and who we think would look good together. Blaise was surprisingly good at finding romantic couples out of people, but maybe that was because he was observant.

"Okay Mr. Match maker who would you set up with... Looney Lovegood!" I ask thinking i finally found someone he wouldn't be able to think of a match for. 

"She's not looney, don't call her that, she's quite nice actually, and I'm not sure I could match her with someone. Luna likes to focus on her studies, and research." Blaise said in a very matter-of-fact manner. 

"I knew that she would stump you! and since when have you been paying attention to Luna so much?" I say exaggerating her name. Blaise stares at me blankly, and suddenly i am reminded of the mysterious Blonde Ravenclaw.

"You have a thing for Luna Lovegood!" I practically yelled as i made the connection, Draco looking over with a raised eyebrow pointed at Blaise inferring that this would definitely be brought up later. 

"Ooh Blaise wants the nerdy chics!" Adrien laughs from across the room causing the rest of us to burst out in laughter.

After the room settles down, Blaise looks back at me and speaks loudly, "What about Draco, who do you think would be a nice fit for him?" Blaise says with a smirk on his face, knowing that Draco is now overhearing this conversation. I look over at the Blonde haired boy and it is as if I can see his ears tune into our conversation completely. Of course I'm not gonna give my genuine answer, which would be me, of course, but with Draco and Pansy in the room i'm not willing to take that risk.

"Well, I think Draco is... He's better alone, he doesn't really seem like dating material. However we still should take into account all the girls he brings back to his dorm room every Friday. That's gotta be some type of credit." I say in a sarcastic tone trying to bring the conversation back between Blaise and I.

"Every Friday night is pretty Specific, y/n how much attention are you paying to our dorm's visitors, huh?" Blaise continues the joke, taunting me with the information i gave him weeks ago.

"Well y'know with Theodore Nott in that room of course I'm going to pay attention." i look over giving him a wink, as he sits by the fireplace and looks up from his conversation with Adrien and Enzo.

"You're always welcome over, y/n!" Theo looks at me and winks back. I smile and look back at Blaise who is looking at Draco, who of course is staring at me. His eyebrows raised in an 'oh yeah?' type manner, but no words come from his mouth. 

The night continues and we eventually all come together, discussion, jokes, and insults, flying across the room as we laugh and poke fun of each other.

"Can you guys keep it down, im trying to sleep! Enzo yells from a couch in the corner of the room.

"Shut the fuck up Enzo!" Draco shoots back, as he stands up, and we all start to get up and gather our things, realizing we should probably go to sleep as well.

Pansy and I go back to our dorm, where the other girls are already sleeping, I get into the shower and wash my hair, and my body, and then start my face care after getting out. 

While getting into my pajamas, I cant help but think about Draco, and what it would be like if we were dating. I somehow convinced myself to go talk to him, finding myself at his door. in my pajamas.

I knock 3 times, and Theo comes to the door.

"Taking up my offer princess?"

"Who is it?" I hear Draco and Blaise say at the same time.

"Sorry Theo, but I'm actually here to talk to Draco." I say apologetically, knowing Theo's just joking anyways.

"Draco you've got a visitor!" He calls to Draco as he opens the door all the way and moves over allowing me to see into the room. 

I stand in shock when my eyes find Draco. He was shirtless, and his hair was wet, as if he had gotten out of the shower. I've seen Draco shirtless before, but he must be working out lately because his abs, and arms were more defined and muscular than I remember.

"Y/n you can come in, it's rude to stand in doorways." Blaise says laughing at me. I make my way into the room and sit on Draco's bed as I've done countless times before.

"So what'd you want to talk to me about?" Draco asks, standing next to me.

"Well first I want you to put on a shirt, but secondly, I need your help with potions." I lied realizing that I didn't want to make any moves on Draco while our friends were in the room.

"Why didn't you ask while we were in the common room, we're all about to go to sleep." Blaise complains turning off his lamp. 

"Because I was so intrigued by hearing about your not so secret crush on Luna." I quickly retorted, causing Theo to come out of the bathroom, and bombard Blaise with questions.

"So what are you confused about?" Draco said putting on a shirt, and pulling out his desk chair to sit across from me.

"Well firstly-" I started

"ZABINI HAD A WET DREAM ABOUT LUNA!" Theo shouted, jumping on top of Blaise, which caused them to start arguing very loudly.

"Can we go some place else, i can't hear myself over the children in the room." I said raising my voice. Draco nodded in response, grabbing his binder and pencil.

"Sorry mommy." Theo shouted on my way out, while throwing a pillow at Blaise's face.

Draco exited behind me, and we went to sit back in the common room, in front of the fireplace.

"So like I was saying, yesterdays homework isn't making sense, and our quiz tomorrow is really stressing me out because i don't know what directions go with which spells." I quickly made up realizing that I for some reason was subconsciously continuing this lie as an excuse to talk to him alone.

"Well for all the potions you need to remember the ratios,"  Draco pulled put a blank paper and his notes from class, beginning to make a diagram. "For these potions the ratio is one to four to three, and you set up the math like this..." 

He continued to talk and at some point i stopped listening and watched his face glow from the fire in front of us. The way his nose and jawline were even more defined. The way his eyes slightly squinted when he worked out the math. He's so pretty.

"Y/n are you even listening to me?" Draco says waving his hand in front of my face. 

"uh yes I'm listening, and it makes a lot more sense now." I say in a convincing tone that hopefully he'll believe. 

"Are you tired? You seem tired. Maybe we can work on this in the morning, yeah?" He asked looking at me with a concerned look on his face.

"Yeah that works, thank you." I say with a genuine smile. He stands up and reaches his hand out to lift me up with a small smile on his face as well. We stand there, neither of us wanting to leave. Our hips felt to be connected to a string as I couldn't bring myself to just walk away.

I took a step closer and got up on my tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. 

"Goodnight Draco." I whispered, as I started to walk away. He grabbed my arm and spun me back around.

"I think you missed, pretty girl." Draco smiled Pulling me into him, making our bodies crash together. He threw his binder onto the couch, and our lips collided, exploring unknown territories and starting unknown boundaries. He pulled away from the kiss, out of breath. grinning.

"What?" I laughed at him

"We don't have a potions quiz tomorrow. You set me up!" he sounded surprised. He held my face in his hands and kissed me again. 

"Goodnight pretty girl." he said with a smile as he gathered his things and walked back to his dorm.

[moodr1ng]

(making my own post after being in someones replies again lol) i do think there was kind of a Moment on tumblr in i wanna say circa 2019-2021 where a lot of the accumulated biphobia that was present in the lgbt community at large and in particular on tumblr sort of blew up into a number of bi bloggers starting to talk a lot more on the subject and make a lot of posts explaining the material consequences of biphobia, the lack of support bisexuals have always gotten from the rest of the community, the specific biphobic opinions/takes that are popular both offline and in online communities, and also a lot of conversations about bisexuality, what its like to be bisexual, what it means to us, a ton of education on bisexual history, a lot of trans and nonbinary bisexuals talking about how bisexuality interacts w our genders, etc. at the time and being involved in all of this tangentially it felt a bit like a sort of tumblr bisexual renaissance where the pot finally boiled over and a ton of us started to be really loud and in your face about bisexuality and biphobia. i think this was a major reason for why a lot of takes that had previously been very widespread and either accepted or at least treated as debatable (thinking about butch/femme discourse for example) got rolled back and a lot of people who had been very casually biphobic all over the place suddenly changed their tune, switched their public opinions, and started sharing a lot more of support for bisexuals (though, tbh, i dont think i have seen literally one apology for past biphobia).

i do think there was some discourse that went a bit too far and ended up counterproductive (ive personally rolled back a lot of my past anger about the pansexuality vs bisexuality shit into a view that i think is a lot more charitable and community-oriented), but overall bisexuals on here did a lot of work to get heard, get understood, and get some much-needed support by the rest of the lgbt community, and there were also a lot of behind the scenes conversations where bi people created spaces like very active discord servers where bisexuality was explored in-depth among bisexuals, which tbh i largely credit for me being able to comfortably identify as bigender.

but, well, this Moment of bisexuals being loud and proud about bisexuality and refusing to continue to tolerate biphobia was met with, like, extremely caustic and vicious backlash which has led SO many bi bloggers who i followed, knew, was in servers and dms with, was/am friends with etc to either quit tumblr or move to new blogs where they only keep around vetted people and no longer widely engage w the topic of biphobia. my alter ran one of those blogs which i dont think could have really been qualified as popular, but which had a ton of constant interaction and some really big posts, all of which led to daily biphobic harassment as well as scrutiny of every other part of his identity and repeated cruelty about things that it was incredibly inappropriate for people to attack him on - some of you who followed him will recall the repeated attacks and accusations of ableism for his 'weird' typing style, despite a disclaimer on his blog that he types like this bc of autism+adhd+did, as well as a lot of vitriol and aggression which i think was at least partially racially motivated. like, im not even willing to disclose the url or his name here because im STILL paranoid about getting harassed years after he deactivated, which, like many others i know, he did because the constant biphobia was so bad for his mental health that the blog even just continuing to exist was not sustainable.

im not sure to what degree the conversations that were started on here during this time are continuing - im not seeing much of it anymore, but then again maybe im just not following the people having them - but it certainly feels like that Moment has died down now, though i certainly still feel the aftereffects in how a lot of people have changed their stances on bisexuality. it does feel like an acute loss still that so many bi people were effectively shut down and harassed off tumblr or into silence and reclusiveness by the backlash to bisexuals speaking out (and this especially imo affected bisexuals of color, especially black bisexuals, as per usual on tumblr). i miss the posts i would get to read daily as well as the very active discord servers and other conversations i got to be privy to at the time. i think this, as much as the discussions on biphobia themselves, rendered very explicit the degree of biphobia thats present within the lgbt community. as soon as a number of bisexuals got fed up with it and started to talk about it openly, the open and unashamed biphobia also ramped up.

ig the thing im stuck on is - were not talking about it as much, but all the people who dedicated themselves to harassing bisexuals into silence for years are still here. some stances have been changed and a lot of performative "we love bisexuals!" posts got shared but ultimately the work is still cut out for us going forward. however, i dont think i or my alter will be doing any of that work on tumblr in the future. the focus will have to be on real-life community to spare ourselves the backlash that comes from speaking about this on here.

idk, not sure how to end this whole tirade. i just happened to be thinking about all this earlier today and a mutual brought it up again just now so its on my mind. i do still miss that sense of heightened bisexual community that came from all of this. i personally not only was able to re-identify as bisexual after identifying as gay for a few years bc these conversations led me to reevaluate my sexuality in a more accepting light, but also i unlearned a ton of internalized biphobia which i had not only tolerated but often strongly believed myself, usually with a sort of self-flagellating notion of "i have to bow down to the rest of the community and accept that my opinion is inherently lesser because bisexuality is an inferior sexuality" which i only stopped believing after being in these bisexual communities. ig i just have to be content with the circle of bi friends ive built both online and offline and what benefits ive gained from these discussions.

[chirpsythismorning]

I have to say Im surprised with how fast the negotiating process seems to be going... I'm not saying I expect this whole thing to be fully solved between a week, but I actually thought it'd be at least a month before negotiations resumed with the AMPTP

Yeah me too. I was thinking it would be radio silence for another month honestly.

Even still, negotiations tomorrow could result in no progress. Same with the next week and the week after that. That's actually very likely.

It's just so hard to tell because we don't really know if the studios are genuinely coming to the table hoping to make a deal ASAP, or if this is some calculated trick. Like is it genuine or is it them playing games to encourage the public to get their hopes up, only to then tear it away and blame the WGA, in an attempt to turn the public against them essentially.

I think that's why a lot of people in the WGA don't allow themselves to get their hopes up with each coming update. Remaining pessimistic sort of allows you to not be disappointed in this situation, where it's too often that right after you feel close to progress, the studios rip the hopes right from under you. For example, them making all these statements about how they want to reach a deal ASAP and 'get back to work', all the while they're posting new AI job opportunities, knowing full well that's a huge concern in the demands for their negotiations with the WGA and SAG as well. Like that's just plain despicable.

We'll have to see how tomorrow goes and go from there. It would be nice if they could start making progress on certain demands and actually bring up solutions or counter offers within those demands from the WGA. If they have something they see as more 'realistic' (or whatever the hell they want to call it), at least put it on the table and let's keep it going until we can reach a point where it works for everyone instead of sitting in limbo.

I'm not sure how much the WGA can disclose each step of the way while in the process of literal negotiations. Like if they came to an agreement on one of their main five demands, presumably they'd be close to 1/5th of the way to a deal (roughly speaking)? So is that something they would update on? I'm not sure. Technically they do update members (11,500 of them) and so I guess if members are informed, word is bound to spread based on that.

From what I understand, when negotiations start happening, and once they start to agree in one or two areas, the other areas should follow swiftly. This is assuming the studios are actually negotiating in good faith and are taking the initiative to meet halfway in areas that the WGA is willing to agree to. There's some stuff where it's like so no brainer that the studios are bonkers for even thinking they can't meet those demands, and there are other things like residuals where it's complicated and so yes the studios need to be willing to sit down with the guilds and go back and forth to meet somewhere in the middle at the very least, so we can actually be closer to a deal that is more realistic (ethical).

[granulesofsand]

hi i totally understand if this is way too personal to answer but did you know what youd been through from the start or did you find out later on? if its the second im not asking for details or anything but vaguely howd you figure it out?

🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA, torture mentions, suicide/sh, active trauma, unlucky therapy

Some of us have known for as long as it’s been happening. Some knew because they were involved. Others have learned recently. Still others do not know yet.

Most of our system is now aware of our RAMCOA history, if that is what you’re asking. There are many stories as to how this came to be.

During the trauma, most were split intentionally by abusers. This has happened for as long as we could be split, and is less frequent now that we avoid the group and our family.

The internal workings of our system rely on the fragments scattered between alters. The one who knows a cue is not the one who was tortured is not the one who completes the behavior is not the one who remembers doing it. Alters were elaborated, split again, assigned a place.

Some were designed to be front-facing alters. They might have no part in programming chains, cover a chain, or have an obscure placement in their chain. These are the alters who did not know, serving as an external presentation.

There are also those who were ‘organic’ splits; they were usually created like the intentional splits, but without forethought. If they went unnoticed, they remained unassigned.

It’s hard to say where the first leaks really started. The presentations were poking around where they shouldn’t have, always so curious about our past. The unassigned meddled invisibly from the outside, interfering or watching. Some of the programmed were higher ups who were wreaking a particular kind of havoc.

We did not all find out together. Everyone has their own story of what happened as they made the discovery. Some are still stuck in their trauma or are too conditioned to see right now.

The presentations got into social media when we were around 15. I don’t know if anyone had it before then, but this is when they noticed online communities of systems and RAMCOA survivors.

This is probably how so much of the system came to know if they didn’t before; they left traces externally and others found it. There were debates about whether this was possible, programs set off to create amnesia or doubt or shatter anyone stepping too close.

We spent a year of forgetting and remembering our own DID symptoms, but eventually failed to realize. Months later, a friend disclosed their own DID. Another few months of research. We went back to a place we had been trafficked out of and finally had a co-conscience switch.

We gathered a notebook with every possibility of what it could have been and took it back to the PHP we had attended before the trip. That therapist took the notebook for a week and gave it back, said to proceed as planned regardless.

That notebook is nearly out of pages now. We took it to our regular therapist, he sent us to a new therapist, they were gentle enough to get someone to admit it. That process took another few months.

This therapist was a trauma and unreality specialist, had worked with systems before us. More of us made their own disclosures about their pasts, eventually leading up to an acknowledgment of having been trafficked and programmed.

That was about a year ago. We have since been deprogramming. There were triggers throughout the time leading up to this, some resulting in suicide attempts and self-harm. We have not yet rid ourselves of callbacks, and are prone to reaccess.

We are somewhat able to dispel new programming, especially when trauma is old or not as awful as tortures used previously. It is difficult to remain socially active enough that we cannot be taken for the time needed to inflict worse.

Does that answer your question? We are willing to speak on some programs and troubles throughout this journey, but not so much as to put ourselves at risk. Feel free to clarify or ask something else.

[silverprongs08]

Why is my playlist about Regulus Black the way it is?

Hi! So—whenever I get terribly obsessed with a fictional character I make them a playlist. Now it's up to…*drumroll* Regulus Black!

But...you all must know a few things:

I am a jegulus shipper (that does not mean I hate Lily, those things should have nothing to do with each other), so a few of these songs do revolve around this ship but it's okay, bare with me.

My first language is not english. If I make mistakes along this post please forgive me, I'm trying.

 I’m known for doing long-ass playlist’s so I only chose ten of the sixtyfour I have.

Also if you don't agree it's okay just don't tell me cause I'll fight you.

That disclosed, let's start. 

Seraph by DPR IAN.

I am a SUCKER for the Regulus/Icarus... headcanon (I guess you could call it). Listen to this: he flew too close to the sun, he was young and didn't know anything afar from being trapped, died drowning searching for this new freedom he just discovered was actually for him. Regulus IS Icarus and no one can stop me from relating songs that talk about the myth to him. Wich takes me to the next song.

Sunlight by Hozier 

Hozier is talking about Jegulus in this song and I love that for him (and for me). The same logic, Regulus is fighting for that light he didn't knew he could have and was willing to sacrifice his life for it. I love him so much.

A Rush of Blood to the Head by Coldplay

This whole song is so Regulu in crimson rivers coded its crazy and meanwhile I don't fully love Regulus' character always being a tragedy I love how this song wraps the way I think Regulus understands love: intense and sometimes violent but completely devoted.

when the party is over by Billie Eillish

Regulus stayed so Sirius could leave (do not take this the wrong way I know it was hard for Sirius too). He yearns for a different live, for another chance but still belives he doesnt deserve it THAT'S what this son is about, don't care what anyone say's.

Money Power Glory by Lana del Rey

Regulus Black is the Lana del Rey character. Its giving: ambitious, old money, revenge,"I wanted you to know that it was I who discoverd your secret." type of vibe.

Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift

I dont think I have to explain further. Taylor told me herself this song was about him.

Moon Song by Phoebe Bridgers

Read the lyrics with jegulus in mind and let it sink in. This is my personal headcanon but Regulus knew about the profecy before going to the cave so...there is that. He feels so much and loves so much that even himself can't bare it.

Not Strong Enough by boygenius

This album has me in a chokehold and Im certain that if Regulus could hear it, it would have him in one too. R.I.P Regulus Black you would've loved boygenius.

bellyache by Billie Eillish

Hear me out on this one! This song is a revenge crime comitted mostly out of spite that ended up being pointless anthem just like Regulus' whole horrocrux hunting (I mean this in the nicest of the ways).

Turtles All The Way Down by Sammy Copley

THIS IS THE REGULUS SONG. Each line hits you like a train. Actually Regulus is real and he wrote this song. Please, if you listen to any of this songs let it be this one. ITS JUST SO HIM.

And thats it. I'm missing songs but I think that pretty much sums up how I understand him. I love Regulus and this songs and I hope you all love them too.

Bye bye! : )

[ot3]

@ktae im putting this in a reblog rather than a reply just because i don't want to worry about character limit

basically what i'm talking about here is how every time i discuss my opinion on some of the language that's in use to talk about sexuality and romance, i get a lot of pushback from people telling me that since i'm not aro and/or ace that my opinion on the subject can not be well informed, insightful, or worthwhile.

but the thing is by pretty much any popular definition of either aromantic or asexual, i would be under those labels. i just don't use them for myself because 1. i don't consider this to be anyone else's business and 2. the vitriol i have gotten from people in response to attempts to start good-faith discussions has pretty heavily dissuaded me from wanting to use any of the terminology or framework that comes from this particular model of sexual and romantic identity. attempting to clarify this hasn't really changed anyone's opinion either. it doesn't matter that my feelings and life experiences are exactly in line with the feelings and experiences of aro/ace people, unless i use the exact same words to describe those experiences i am not allowed to be considered part of this in group

an example of this is that i have a lot of problems with labeling people as 'allosexual' unless you're specifically sure that that's how they'd identify themselves. if you assume anyone who doesn't explicitly label themselves as ace must automatically have a relationship to sex and romance that is in line with what is considered "normal" then you force people to have to disclose stuff about themselves that they may consider personal in order for you to take them seriously in a discussion.

i think this runs SUPER counter to the supposed liberation from strict sexual norms that the ace community claims to be in favor of. essentially it's a situation where unless you are willing to make your relationship to sex a matter of public record, a bunch of internet strangers will make assumptions about your sexuality and then use it to discredit your opinions. this is, imo, very harmful.

if you don't have 'aromantic/asexual' in your bio everyone will automatically assume that you have exactly what they imagine the 'standard' feelings about sex and romance are and any discussion you're attempting to have on that subject matter is bad faith. which is definitely a great system that liberates people from sexual and romantic norms. good job everyone

[ariapmdeol]

I don't think I have to sign these anymore lol but still, 8:11 anon back once more

Yeah I noticed that S was canon, considering the start of the DLC implies such. I should have been patient, my bad.

Purple? Damn it genuinely looks blue. Easy mistake to make, thank you for clarifying. And noted on the ending conditions, it's all very interesting just how much matters.

Kanou even in death and specifically after threatening Atou, still wants to help out. RIP <3 and I figured something akin to that? My running theory was that he might have been a doll at that point or something of the sorts.

I'll finish what's currently in the playlist and then see about contacting you, thank you.

UTSUGI THE WET CAT THAT REALLY NEEDS THERAPY PLEASE THIS MAN. They all suck. All these men suck and that's why they're so incredibly good characters.

Oh, do you have links to those solved ciphers, if you don't mind? They sound fun!

And oh! I completely forgot about Seodore disappearing from the picture and seemingly his entire existence. I assume that has to do with the DLC start sequence, so I won't ask but am very intrigued.

All these changes are so incredibly cool. This game is awesome. I wish I had better words but it's just so goddamn good.

I'll also reply to the music answer as well: WEEEE glad my instinct was correct!

If I may, next one for consideration because I have Hajime and Utsugi brainrot: The Good In Me by Jon Bellion. Without thinking it over twice. Yes I am going insane over these characters I love gay tragedies where both parties really need help.

And!! I am so willing to shout about 8:11 once you start playing it. So good

I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN WITH THE DLC!! the first scene of the dlc is actually one of my favorites in the whole game (oughghgh i understand whats going on there i explode).

I'll put the solved ciphers under the cut, though be warned that they won't make sense to you yet! These show up in DLC and the DLC 2020 credits, and i'll end with the ones from the artbook (alas no images for those bc we're not supposed to share artbook things publicly BUT i think the ciphers are fine).

YEAH. YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!! THIS GAME IS SO GOOD. every single detail is planned out in INCREDIBLE DETAIL, there's foreshadowing for things that only show up in Interlude as early as chapter FOUR. I HIGHLY recommend a rewatch after catching up completely, as certain information completely changes the context and makes some documents stand out more sdakjdkaslj. this game is so good COE forever!!!!! like. the ending variations mean EVERYTHING YOU DO MATTERS, and makes it VERY difficult to get S root first try (the youtube TL showed this, but there is unique text if you get S root without getting any of the others first. Similarly, if you do S and then E root, there is bonus text (Which the youtube TL showed as well!)

ohh this is an interesting pick for hajime and utsugi! I think it's very neat :D im not as familiar with the lyrics for this one but i think its a cool choice! my personal hajime and utsugi picks are With a Billion Worldful of ᐸ3 - Mili and 神曲 - R sound design (THERES A REALLY PRETTY ANIMATIC FOR THIS ONE BUT IT'S DLC SPOILERS orz ILL SHARE WHEN YOU CATCH UP).

ciphers: some have screenshots, some don't! anything bolded was encrypted.

DLC record 4: (italics is red text)

This is a concept you shouldn't know. Dante sealed it away. What right do you have to access this place? If this information were to be disclosed, it would be unstoppable. I need to do this to the end. I hope that those who have inherited the Sephira factor share the same motive as I.

DLC 2020 Credits:

reference definition: earth execution name: line A target period: 1912-2019

the border says 'square circle'

Draft: God

ARTBOOK:

the image of the Lantern says 'Protagonist'

the image of a certain character and with a horrifically warped text box says (bold is one cipher, bold+italics was in a diff cipher, normal text was displayed normally):

Unhandled writing operation has occurred in record __. ‘saving data…’ Error: player character does not exist. 2019-05.

fukao why did you do this one in two different ciphers. FUKAO. EVERY OTHER CIPHER IS THE SAME ENCODING EXCEPT FOR THE 2019-05 FUKAO WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME (this last one stumped me for a long time. i learned a lot of random skills in order to study cell of empireo)

[notthemayor]

MY HIVE APPEAL (MARXH 27 2023)

Username: bleachedmoney

Display Name: YeYodaMiyagi

Type additional comments below:

that's it. just 'Harassment' goodbye?

is there any rectification stage?

is there any example of wrongdoing?

is this blacklisting supposed to be punitive or consciousness-raising?

how could i truly appeal if (i say that) idk where your fragility became a conflict of interest? being overly emotional about a bruised ego was admitted by a billionaire never when disclosing how to be a successful market maker fyi

i gather that the hive should be authentic but not so authentic that we neglect to ask your permission what to post..

dicks, tits, and nonsense are appropriate by all in the hive but when i use dictionary words, that crosses the line..

if it was a puritan nerve i struck on you, im not sorry

if it was me shouting out africa that offended you, you should be sorry

if it was me saying the word 'hitler' why not just delete that post alone and not the whole account with 70+ posts from a user who planned to fundraise (among other thinggs) for the hive ?

is this properly appealed or no??? if yes, cool. if no, for future users and prospective users, instead of saying only 'tate and trump' are the hives red flags, tell the public the complete list of bogeymen who shouldn't be posted about and the risk of defying the rules of your happy place.

but no warning, no option to delete, no phonecall or email.. yo, how is that any different than twitter or g-rated youtube??

if you're scared of me - im godzilla- that's nothing new although im not a threat to you and was beginning to warm to the hive and i typically never thaw to anyone or anything so it's a notable anecdote for you

if you're not scared of me, let's prove it and put this behind us and make history

the hive might have something in store for it in the future that neither one of us could ever honestly predict so if you're willing and fearless then i'd love to be a part of whatever that may be so that when the hive is praised by newlyweds for helping them find a match or by the next generations for sponsoring massive events, i might say i was there at the beginning when it took patience, mindfulness, and insight to not only trust the process but also be a part of it

that badass opportunity was denied me by all social media, even myspace ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ 🙈✌️🤙🤟💅

--

MY HIVE APPEAL (TODAY)

Username: bleachedmoney

Display Name: YeYodaMiyagi

Type additional comments below:

Im just still over there waiting. How about read a different book to change your mind? You exile someone over an opinion. No one's hurt and without the aid of tech and big data, the uestionable wrong i was accused of would already be forgotten. that's how it is with millions of users - most of them having fun. I've grown and evolved and entered the door to the future. are you still at where? someone being so offended, often by a slight remark that more rightfully should've been received even slighter has some huge tension going on that has far less to do with a new app and much much more to do with topics suited for the therapist's couch. i know it's hard and this isn't ideal or natural or realistic, etc. but why will you hate tech and its function while simultaneously ushering in more growth of it? what do you want? i can't froth at the mouth at you- i've never met you- or, i wouldn't know if i had, would i? why don't you just let nature take its course instead of falling back with the conceit of a royal, neurodivergent enough to believe that you are pondering whether or not to abort the potential new star whilst being aided by the intellect and logic of said new star? im helping you cheat. isn't cheating supposed to result in positive recognition? you don't have to say anything to recognize me. when does that ever happen? ever so peacefully, you can just symbolically nod to reinstate my account so that i may add to the discourse, raise the vibrations, and storm some brains like the hive is a crude misrepresentation of my adolescent mind of chaos when i was rudely thought to be schizophrenic. but hey, you know what, ive noticed both the catholics and puritans both agree on banning euphoria in any way they can think up. that's you now? some universal equal opportunity hater? just because you don't like my water doesn't mean that others won't care to drink it, and love it and ask for more of it. think about it. but whatever you do, please, stop feeling ill about it. let it go for wickedness' sake

[absolutelydw]

Can I talk my shit again?

No, really. Can I talk my shit again? I talk shit. I will talk shit and won’t refrain from doing so. It’s me. I’m not talking shit about people, places or things to be malicious. I just simply was born with the gift of gab and I just happen to be the funniest person I know. Look at me talking my shit, again. -wink-

Look. I absolutely WISH I could be a no fucks given, uninhibited blog writing superstar. But the way my “corporate baddie” 6yr old son havin, single mama life is set up? Would not support such a thing. I admire those people. In fact I strive to be those people… living carefree not worried about a thing. BUT until my poor unfortunate soul of a sperm donor and my strong manifestation of being a multimillionaire stay at home wife/mama/Bravo network housewives celebrity lifer align.. I must keep life a bore… on the World Wide Web.

Fine with me. less more… more the less. But. Ma’am’s and sirs, this week has been mind blowing. I say this. Manifestation is real.

Energy is real.

Divine timing and Gods plan?

ABSOLUTELY REAL. I’ve seen nothing but angel numbers, signs, messages in a bottle lately, all of the things and all of it makes me equally gitty, excited and nervous for the future… because I know if I put my mind to it, the shit comes. It comes in strange ways… but it comes. It also makes me sad- to a degree because what I thought “was it” is no longer it. What I thought was what I wanted, no longer serves me… and it scares me.

10 years ago, you couldn’t tell me shit.

I didn’t want kids, I now have two one living who runs my life and other as a guardian angel. Possibly may even want a third if we’re being 65% honest. (No typo. 65% percent)

The thought of marriage made me want to slit my wrists, and donate my blood to the American cross as a hobby. Now I know I’m no man’s lady of the night or desire to be and could potentially* be a man’s wife. In the words of Tiffany “New York” Pollard… I want my name dropped, meaning I want to be married. I’m not messing around with you.

I was hit with the realization the other day that some men really think money makes them attractive… for me, it does not… and the more you talk about it, it makes me look at you as a cornball… a fuckin Frito Lay corn chip, if you will. I think I read somewhere that the richest people wear the simple clothing… okay, alright. I didn’t read that but you get it. I don’t even want to use this man as an example because for me personally… and most people I know… we do not find him attractive. But here it goes..

Mark Zimmerberg, Facebook “Meta Man”, rich? Absolutely… does he brag about it? Willing to bet 85% of the change in my purse he doesn’t. To be completely honest? I don’t care that much about his net-worth. However, what I do know is that he doesn’t need to walk into a room and disclose how much he’s made in the last 24hrs. Im sure he’s proud of his success but it’s absolutely repulsive to feel the need to do so.

all men should strive to be like Mark… don’t be Mark. Lol but strive to be LIKE mark and keep your accomplishments you’ve obtained within the last… few months to yourself. It makes the girls and some boys drier than the Sahara desert and we’re just trying to stay hydrated.

Last thing, because I’m on a tangent, leading down the road of who the hell knows what..

I will continue to stay in a positive state/space, shoot for the stars, hope to land in soft clouds next to mr. moon and remain open for what’s to come.

Pray for love, clarity, and the strength to remain, mentally, physically and emotionally strong and grounded. All the while manifesting the NEXT YEAR of my life to be closer to the images on my motherfuckin vision board.

I’m a good person who says fuck a lot but I deserve everything I want.

In jesus, geezus, and yeezus name.

Amen.

xo, dw.

[byjove-cannibalcove]

my uncle (who 15 years later is a super anti-trans pro-trump guy) when i told him i was trans as a teenager: starts explaining to me that i should date older divorced women "because if they are used goods theyll just be glad anyone is willing to take them, which is how (2007 version of the phrase 'low value men') like us get 9s and 10s, ive NEVER dated below a 7, hot girls get desperate when they're older" --(coincidentally we stopped to eat and even though i was not attempting to pass i walked into the womens bathroom and a man saw me doing it and GRABBED ME and scolded me and tried to push me towards the men room and i froze up, squeaked, hurried into the womens room, he went and got a manager, i had to go 'no im a girl' like it was.. not fun! a very BAD first accidental passing situation! i only felt miserable embarrassed and in danger. )

a year or so later, coming out to my dad id only recently met as being a 16ish year old Lesbian (because i didnt trust him enough to come out as trans): 'oh okay, cool, lets go to hooters and oggle the waitresses, they are hot but stupid haha, i like stupid girls the most (note, his gf was 20 years younger than him) but id FUCK Sarah Palin, im only going to vote for Mccain just because Palin is HOT, hey did you hear they made a porn of her lookalike? yeah i know she hates gay people (and you are gay) but who cares, shes fUCKABLE i dont care what shes SAYING i just care about her BOOBS'

when i was about 18 during the training week for my first ever job at krogers i managed to pass without realizing it until the dudes invited just me (not the 1 girl) to eat lunch with them and just IMMEDIATELY started talking about fucking girls, girls being worthless if they were ugly and 'if theyre ugly just fuck em in the mouth hahaha' and HEY you know what i did NOT feel liek one of the boys, i felt like i was IN DANGER if they clocked me!! i did not feel like id gotten a special pass to the Fun Misogyny World where id get paid more, i was a 5'2" spotty teen boy working his first ever job as a grocery bagger who was now kind of scared his new coworkers might kill him, because ALL id done to pass was have short hair, be naturally kinda ugly, and have a gender-neutral nickname. none of my bosses thought i was a guy, they could find out at any second (as soon as we got back from lunch, evern) , that i was a worthless ugly girl that had invaded their space for their private conversatoin and maybe theyd decide to to show me what they meant!!!???

i have pretty much never managed to pass Ever Again after that point as far as i know, just a handful of times where a service worker went 'sir' to me, so these are pretty much the only times ive ever passed and it wasnt super fun!! so like!! maybe if youre a big huge strong tough trans guy with a spine of steel, complete confidence in your ability to pass and defend yourself, are in a highpowered/skilled enough environment to not worry about your job opportunities, maybe in that case invitations to the Fun Special Misogyny Club are being handed out even if you disclose that youre trans and hey, maybe its even fun to be there! ... but acting like thats the DEFAULT is just insane.

I'm this close to just sending that trans inclusive radical misogynist post, the one about how there's loads of guys who'll go "oh, you're a man now, great, come shit talk women with us" to every blog insisting that trans men can't have male privilege and it's transandrophobia to say they do. Not every trans man has this experience but it's actually pretty common even for out trans men to be seen as, if not "real" men depending on who you ask, certainly non-women, and encouraged to perform misogyny as part of their social transition.

[lilac-5ky]

Paint it white (Takasugi x Artist Fem!Reader)

A/N: I actually got this idea while drawing Takasugi. As I state further down, he is pure art and so I thought hey, how would he react if he knew about how I spent my entire day and night drawing him? And so, one thing brought the other and here we go, Takasugi with an artist S/O.

man I wish I could draw him like one of my french girls

Plot: Takasugi's partner asks him to pose for her. Will it be an innocent sketching period or not? Spoiler alert: NOT.

Warning: Smut. Minors go do some other minor things, or not, I'm not your mother.

Ugh, this won't do either" Crumbling yet another page of your sketchbook into a ball, you threw it against the door in frustration. You had been seated in this exact spot for hours, trying to draw a single thing that at the very least would make sense to you, yet all of your efforts were in vein. Either your creations lacked symmetry or the anatomy was off or, even worse, they lacked emotion, dull figures staining your pages. Nothing made sense and keeping on drawing aimlessly seemed rather pointless at the moment.

As you were about to give up, the door went wide open, Takasugi entering the room, his room. Looking up at him, you pushed your drawing materials to the side, trying to let go of your frustration, as you got up to greet him. Once you took a better look at him, you noticed that something about the way he carried himself was different. In fact, on second thought, even his face appeared more radiant than usual, a smile trembling on his lips.

"You seem to be in a good mood."

"Hm? Why wouldn't I be? For once everything went according to plan." Takasugi exclaimed, taking a seat by the window. Balancing his back against the frame, he shut his eye, seemingly enjoying the breeze.

The sight of him being this carefree was enough to make you smile. Considering your turmoil of a lifestyle, always being on the run from something, seeing him in such good spirits was a rarity. Staring at him, you couldn't help but let your eyes wander towards the rest of his body, studying him carefully. Now that you were thinking about it, the way he appeared was rather easy on the eyes. His dark puple hair was pushed back, moving along with the flow of the wind while the soft rays of the afternoon sun were coloring his body just right, illuminating his toned chest. The more you looked at him, the more you realized that perhaps the missing inspiration you so desperately needed was right in front of you.

"Then… how about you strip for me?" In a flash, his eye went wide open. You could tell that your question had caught him off guard as he blinked, his lips slightly parting in disbelief. Once he realized how serious you were, he smirked, hands moving towards the belt of his yukata.

"I never expected you to be this eager to sleep with me."

"That's not it!"

"Oh?" Takasugi stopped, his eye keenly searching for answers in your expression.

"I… I'd like to draw you." You stated, praying that he wouldn't scold you. Even if he was your partner, Takasugi remained someone who wouldn't accept such a thing with ease. Even suggesting it to him would be a no-no on a regular occasion, however this time he seemed rather delighted. If there was a time to convince him, then this would be it.

For a second, he seemed to be actually considering it, something that filled you with hope.

"No." His answer, although expected, felt as if he had stabbed your heart, piercing right through your artistic hopes and dreams, murdering all of your aspirations. Immediately, you fell onto the floor next to him, bringing your hands together in front of your face as if you were about to pray.

"Please? I could really use the inspiration, I've been struggling all morning and-"

"Still no."

"But you are the only one who can inspire me! You-"

"Did I stutter? No."

"But, Shinsuke, you are the very definition of art! Everything about you is so beautifully symmetrical, yet intriguing and complex. Your body looks so great as if it's been sculpted by the gods, your facial features so elegant and so uhmm- amazing that could make angels weep in envy. Please give me the chance to draw you, please let me show you how I see you!" Leaning closer to him, you closed your eyes, bringing your forehead on top of his knees.

A minute had passed by and he hadn't given you an answer, until you felt his finger against your forehead, pushing you back until your eyes met his.

"Flattery will get you everywhere…" Oh? "But here." Oh…

Disappointed, you got up, slowly dragging your feet towards the table, picking up your art supplies one by one. It was your fault, really, you should have seen that coming. After all, we are talking about Takasugi Shinsuke, the one and only leader of the Kiheitai. Of course he didn't have time for such nonsense, and even if he did, he'd rather spend his time in a different manner. Still, right as you were about to give up, a glint of hope appeared in your heart, your mind coming up with a rather mischievous idea. Turning your back on him, you caught a glimpse of him staring outside the window, while you made your way to the door.

"It's fine. Perhaps Bansai will be up for it."

No answer.

"Or… now that I think about it, I could ask Gintoki. His naturally wavy silver hair would look great on paper, I'm sure he-"

"Where should I sit again?"

Victory. Biting your lips in order to suppress your smile, you turned around to face Takasugi. He was already standing up, a grim expression carved into his features while he glared at you. No matter how much he hated such frivolities as he'd call them, you knew he hated Gintoki more and losing to him would end up damaging his pride, whether he cared to admit it or not.

"Hmm… how about there?" You pointed towards his futon. It was a shame he had no couch in his room, but then again he wasn't a big fan of western decorations.

Complying, he walked to his futon, sprawling his body across the covers. Once he was in position, you dragged your chair closer to him, placing your supplies on top of the seat. "That's good but let me-" Moving closer to him, you kneeled by his side, as you studied his body up close. Once you'd made your mind about the pose, you pressed a hand against his chest, pushing him until he was laying flat against the futon. Unsurprisingly, he felt quite tense under your fingertips, you could tell that he was at a great discomfort even after agreeing to it. Somehow every time the name of the silver haired samurai was mentioned, Takasugi always managed to lose his composure, a fact you had come to realize with time. Although you could easily abuse that to your favor, you'd rather not do that, forcing him to do things against his will was rather malicious and so was taking advantage of his weakness.

"Relax, don't be so stiff." You could tell that your instruction made him even more tense, his eye narrowing into a slit as he stared at you. Hesitantly, you cupped your hands around his cheeks, gently pressing his head down against the futon. Even when he was fuming, he still let you handle his body without any protests, at least not any audible ones. Lowering yourself on top of him, you placed your hands onto his legs, bending his knees enough so that they were angled towards the wall. Pushing them apart from one another, you spread them slightly, the fabric of his yukata receeding to his thighs, exposing his bare skin.

Once you were satisfied with the result, you took a step back, admiring his form. Although the pose you had him in wasn't anything particularly special, the way he pulled it off was enough to mesmerize you. Despite the look on his face, he remained ever ethereal, a sight that could bewitch just about anyone, that was Takasugi Shinsuke.

Returning to your seat, you picked up your pencil, settling your sketchbook between your legs while looking at him.

"You don't need to take your clothes off just yet, we can do it like this. Just try to keep a relaxed expression while looking at me and don't stress it. You… you look beautiful either way." Turning your attention to the blank paper in front of you, you tried your best to suppress your blush.

As expected, choosing him as your model was turning out to be a great idea. Observing him, your hand begun acting on its own, stroke after stroke capturing his sillhouette as closely as you could within the limits of your paper. Takasugi stayed still the entire duration, a minor exception being the fact that he would occasionally drag smoke from his kiseru, something that you had allowed. If anything, it only helped paint the perfect picture, his fingers elegantly grasping the pipe, lips curling around the tip softly. With time, you could tell that he was easing into it and with your instructions, the artwork before you was turning out nothing short of amazing.

About an hour later, you were peering at a near finished result except of one part; his lower body. You had no trouble drawing his chest and torso, especially when one considered how the man was quite literally exposing it all for the world to see, however when it came down to the area below the waist, memory alone could not serve you well. You needed to see him, all of him, and as intended, you walked once again to him, ushering him to remove his clothes. Sighing, a thin cloud of smoke escaped his lips while you helped him undress, your fingers tugging at the belt of his yukata as he pushed his sleeves off his shoulders in return.

Once his upper half was exposed, you moved towards his waist, unwrapping the fabric around his thighs, letting it fall onto the floor, the only thing remaining to cover his body being his underwear. Glancing up at him, you could tell that he had no intention of assisting you any further, his entire focus being on his kiseru now that it came down to that part. He wanted you to be the one to do it, even when he acted unaffected, the slight smirk on his lips indicated so. Besides, he'd always been the one to thrive on watching your reactions. Oh well, can't be helped.

Lowering your head until your eyes were on the same level as his crotch, you tried your best to make him shift his weight to his side. Grazing your fingers softly over his clothed cock, you traced the fabric in an attempt to locate the knot which held the underwear together. Once you did, you hooked a finger on the strings, pulling onto them carefully while making sure your other hand remained on top of his crotch the entire time. You could tell that your movements were beginning to affect him as you felt him slightly tense up underneath your finger tips. As expected, you thought to yourself, as you got up, his clothes in your hands. Folding them delicately, you placed them on top of the table before returning to your own chair.

"Can you return to the previous position?" He nodded, laying back down, assuming a position that was very similar to his previous one yet not quite the same. Placing your pencil down on the paper, you tried to draw the outlines of his thighs, however the way he was now posing didn't have the same dynamic to it, creating a rift between the two parts of the drawing. This wouldn't do.

Putting your supplies back down, you approached him once again, kneeling next to his body. Running your hands over his chest slowly, you let them rest on his abdomen, stealing a glance at him. He was looking at you, as expected, the only reason why he had assumed this position was so that you'd come to him again, so that you'd touch him again. Doing your best job to seduce him fix his posture, you dragged your hands over his thighs, pulling his knees apart until you found yourself kneeling between his legs. Although you didn't want to admit it, being so close to him was beginning to take a toll on you, feeling your own wetness concentrating within your folds. You'd like to think that having him pose for you had been for simple artistic purposes, yet now you were considering all the different ways he could take you, rather than focusing on the drawing of him which awaited you.

"Anything wrong?" This was the first time he'd spoken to you in a while, his lips curling into a smirk as he peered down on you. Gulping, you shook your head dismissively, wondering to yourself how much time you'd spent staring at his cock. This was embarrassing even for you, to be having such intrusive and lewd thoughts.

"N-no." You were a blushing mess by now, there was no way he didn't notice. Even you could feel your cheeks getting heated, unable to hide the effect he had on you. Instead of commenting on the way you looked, he brought the kiseru back to his lips, blowing smoke towards your way. Something about the way he remained nonchalant through it all, only managed to arouse you even more, biting your lower lip as the thin grey cloud hit your face. You needed to snap out of it, you needed to get up and continue, but before you could take a step, you felt his legs closing in around you, trapping you right in the middle.

"Y/N. Don't you think you are being quite irresponsible right now?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" You felt yourself going feverish, the sound of his voice along with the closeness of his body being enough to cloud your brain with desire. The whole plan had completely backfired, even when he was the one to play along with your whims, you'd found yourself quite literally on your knees for him.

"What I mean…" He paused briefly, chuckling heartily. "You are the one who caused this." Takasugi said, nodding towards his body, your eyes following his as he motioned towards his now fully errect cock. "Take responsibility." Despite the calmness of his tone, you could definitely hear the sneer in his voice. He was mocking you, ordering you around like this and yet the one thing you could, rather, the one thing you wanted to do, was to comply.

Brushing your hair over your shoulders, you leaned closer to his body, feeling the grip of his legs relax around you as he fell back down. Bringing a hand to the base of his shaft, you clenched your fingers around it, hearing him hum softly in approval. With one hand, you begun pumping his length slowly yet steadily, stopping each time right before you reached the tip. Lowering your head, you parted your lips, allowing yourself to drool all over his cock, your tongue ghosting his tip. Although your intention was to tease him as much as possible, you found yourself eager to taste him, eager to have your mouth full of him.

With your palm all slicked up, you kept feeling him up, rubbing the tip of his cock with your thumb with each stroke. Glancing up at him, you found him looking away from you, his kiseru loosely hanging from his lips. His expression betrayed no emotion, it was as if he was completely unaffected, as if he couldn't care any less. However, once your lips were wrapped around him, even he was unable to keep a straight face. Pulling his kiseru away frm his mouth, he exhaled deeply, his green eye drilling holes into your skull as he watched your every move.

Unable to hide your own excitement, you pushed yourself further down, hollowing your cheeks around his length until he hit the back of your throat. Bobbing your head up and down, you let your tongue roam freely around his cock, tracing each vein of his length repeatedly, while you kept your hand tight around his base. You could feel his hips buckling against your mouth every time you pulled away to catch your breath, as he desperately longed for more contact. Even when he didn't say a word, you could tell how good your touch made him feel, his body reacting on its own.

As you kept on going, his cock begun to twitch inside your mouth, your tongue relishing the salty taste of his precum every time you ran it over his tip. Although you were more than happy to please him, you'd much rather to be the one below him, having him pound you until your body would stop crying out for him. The more time you spent working on him, the wetter you felt yourself becoming, your cunt aching and throbbing between your legs. Pressing your thighs together, the friction was enough to make you moan, your throat vibrating around his cock. It didn't take long for Takasugi to catch up onto what you were doing as he reached down, pulling you by the hair off him, forcing you to stop moving.

"Aren't you greedy. You are here to repent for what you did, if I catch you rubbing your thighs again like that, I won't hesitate to fuck that pretty mouth of yours however I please. Understood?" Unable to do anything other than nod, you couldn't help but wonder how pathetic you were looking for him. Your eyes were glossy, a result of his cock repeatedly hitting your gag reflex while drool was gushing down your jaw. You looked so fucked up because of him and the worst part is that his words only made you wanna touch yourself more, just so that he could have his way with you.

Eventually, he let go of your hair, allowing you to get back to work as he laid back, a smirk engraved on his lips while he kept smoking. His eye was still focused on you as you brought your hands down on his body. Inhaling, you lowered your head on him, taking his cock between your lips once again. As you begun to suck him, Takasugi started to rock his hips against you, pushing himself as far back as he could, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust until you were choking around him. You had no time to adjust to his pace, feeling your eyes getting teary as he kept on going, ignoring the sounds you were making as you gagged on his cock.

"Aw? Don't blame me." He cooed, a chuckle getting stuck in his throat as he grunted. "It's your fault, using your lips to call out that bastard's name when you should be calling mine and only mine. Perhaps after this, you'll learn your place." He was so mean to you, it wasn't as if you even wanted to draw Gintoki in the first place, you only brought it up to get Takasugi to do it. You wanted to tell him that he was the only one for you, that you had no eyes for anyone else but he wasn't going to let you do that, no, he'd rather pour all of his frustration into you.

Soon enough, you felt him getting more tense, his pace getting sloppy and frantic until finally, he slowed down. Reaching out to you, he pulled your hair with one hand, yanking your lips away from him while his other hand pumped his cock, angling it towards your face. Lolling your tongue out of your parted lips, you saw him smile at you right before his cum hit your face, rope after rope of it painting you white.

Slowly, he let go of your hair, his grip turning into a soft caress as he patted your head, brushing your hair gently. Even though he was still riding his high, Takasugi looked rather composed, his chest barely going up and down as he caught his breath. The sneer was gone from his face, his expression becoming rather winsome as he watched you lick his cum off your lips. He could be harsh to you to his heart's content, yet whenever he looked at you like that, you couldn't help but swoon.

After you had licked yourself clean, you could still feel traces of him on your face and so you got up, walking towards the pile of towels that lied on his desk. Wiping the remaining cum off, you noticed that he had also gotten up, his yukata draped over his body as he walked towards you.

"Have you finished?" You wouldn't let me, is what you wanted to say, but you knew he wasn't referring to your own pleasure.

"There's still some work that needs to be done but I can show you." He nodded as you escorted him to your chair, picking up your sketchbook to present it to him. Takasugi leaned closer to you from behind, feeling his body pressing against yours as he peered at the paper, closely studying the details of your sketch. Twisting your neck to look at him, you couldn't really tell what he thought of it, his eye traveling from one spot to another over and over again. Considering how he wasn't the one to sugarcoat things, you were expecting the worst although you were quite proud with the outcome yourself.

"Looks accurate enough." He mumbled, taking a step away from you.

"Does that mean you'll model for me again?" Turning around, you watched his lips curl into a smile as he walked closer, his arm wandering towards your waist, pulling you onto him. Rather than answering you, or kissing you for that matter, he reached his other hand to your face, his index grazing your skin as if he was removing something. Bringing it in front of your eyes, you spotted some leftover cum on top of his finger tip. Unable to help it, you rolled your eyes at him as you parted your lips once again, allowing him to push his finger right into your mouth. Takasugi didn't bother hiding his amused expression while he watched you suck his finger clean, pleased with your response.

Once you were done, he brushed it on top of your lips, letting go of your waist as he turned his back on you.

"I'll let you use me for your art one more time... as long as you let me use you in return."

[yinses]

domestic bliss

nanami keto

rating:

18+

rqst: can i ask for nanami with his cute little house wife?

a/n: you can ask for just about anything nanami and i will agree blindly. 

it wasn’t a fair trade. you went from missing your husband for long hours due to being caught up at the office to losing sleep at the prospect of him battling some out of control curse. the switch to becoming a sorcerer didn’t make him happy per say, but there was a hint of satisfaction hidden under the weight stacked upon his shoulders. 

he was making a difference, somewhere- somehow and that would have to be enough. 

so while he made sacrifices for the betterment of humanity, you made due with housework to ensure that there was a warm meal and equal bed waiting at home for him. 

its curbing four when you hear the front door close accompanied by the jingle of keys tossed into the ceramic bowel. you were thankful that you hadn’t chosen one of your favorites as you husband’s carelessness had scratched painting to hell. 

no matter that he wouldn’t simply purchase you a new one in its likeness.

nanami never denied you much. he’d smartly capitalized his time as a salaryman and managed his financials well enough to purchase a proper home. one that he sat back and let you pencil in the smaller details to your content.

you’d been married for a little over a year now after dating for two. a civilian with the capability of being a window had inadvertently put you on his radar as well as the general interest of cursed spirits.

his voice comes before his face, inquisitive of your location. sock-clad feet pursue when you disclose your place in the kitchen. nanami is in the process of discarding his glasses when he rounds the corner, the rest of his face weary from a long day. 

meeting nanami had been the first time you’d actually seen someone fight them off. most normal people tended to brush them off as a sign of winds changing or other effect of mother nature. 

nanami liked how you could remain informed, cool and collected when needed. he particularly enjoyed how well you could follow instructions when needed. it started off as a mutual need- him a sorcerer who wanted to see a different and you a civilian who couldn’t make one but could satisfy the life of one who did. 

you made nanami feel accomplished: a capable grade one sorcerer with a strong sense of how the relative world word. having you spread out beneath him on nights he desired brought it all to head.

you were his perfect little wife. so homely and cute, especially when you were a drooling mess while hanging off his cock.

“i’m home early,” he remarks as if the fact wasn’t prominent enough. you welcome the circle of his arm around you waist, head tipping back and to the side to nose against his jaw. the strain is worth the effort of trailing a line of kisses down the column of his throat. you end the journey with a barely repressed smile when he groans in appreciation. 

“a heads up would have been nice, i could have started dinner early.”

nanami’s tone is playful when he returns the affections to your temple,”then it wouldn’t have been dinner.”

the hiss he let’s out is earned when you reach behind your head to card your fingers through is blond strands and pull, “snarky husbands don’t get dessert,” you reprimand. 

his hands slid down to palm at your hips and he turns you to face him,” and what do sassy wives get?’’

when you take a step backwards he follows until you meet the edge of the island. there he traps you between his arms, chest pressed against your own. his lips are close enough to touch, but when you go to lean up, he pulls back and you meet nothing. the adorable pout you give earns you a deep chuckle.

“i think i asked my little wife a question.”

posed with a challenge that was meant to be a joke, you can only manage a soft whine in a plea as the dynamics shift. it doesn’t help when your husband’s mouth twitches with knowing, cleanly trimmed nails beating a firm staccato behind you. 

when you don’t meet his expectations, he grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger with a sharp jerk that enunciates his command. he doesn’t reiterate. 

your stomach flips with the expectation and you blurt the the first words that come to your tongue. “you.”

nanami hums to what you hope is a satisfactory response. he closes the space between you and you part your lips to breathe oxygen into his mouth. he was never an overly built man, relying on sinewy muscle and experience to get the job done. you’ve spent hours appreciating his stature- hands rising to do so now when he captures both wrist in a single grip. 

with a tsk he breaks the kiss,”don’t you want to ask what i want?”

you wonder what kind of day he must have had to put him in a mood like this- eyes glittered with bemused and willing to play. bending into his hold, you ask the question against his lips. 

“i’m glad you asked because i’m willing to be a bit more descriptive of what i desire.”

nanami lays you out against the countertop, bringing your restrained wrists to a taut pull in front of your face. 

“i want  to make you drip onto this expensive marble floor that you insisted matched those cabinets. then im going to have you sit in it while you warm my cock with your mouth. if you haven't come again after grinding your princess clit on the floors, i just might bend you over and fill you up.”

the crack of his hand meeting your rear is louder than it is painful, but the impact still aids the build towards arousal. his free hand twisting in your hair but doesn’t pull-yet. his tough slides up your thigh, gathering the skirt of your dress to bunch at your waist.

you garble out a whimpers when he rubs languid, coaxing circles against your bud growing with dampness through your panties.

“how does that sound, wife mine?”