#their base dynamic is a lot more different

[anotherworldawaitsus]

Happy Endings

Summary: When Melissa books your massage services, you both get more than you bargained for.

Chapter: 2/3

Warnings: Smut with feelings, age difference, soft Melissa, fem reader

Chapter 2

You patted the table before turning away to give her some privacy. “Take the robe off and lie down on your stomach, then drape the sheet over you.”

In the window, you followed the blurry fragments of her reflection — a wave of red hair, an expanse of snowy skin, the hourglass curve of her hips. Then she slipped beneath the sheet.

“All ready,” she said. You turned back around, reaching into your bag and extracting a small bottle.

“So, how long ya been doin’ this?” Melissa asked.

You poured a blend of apricot and almond oil into your hands, rubbing them together to create friction and heat.

“About 10 years,” you said. A sweet, nutty smell perfumed the air.

She squirmed as you pulled the sheet down, revealing her upper back. Her shoulders were dusted with freckles.

“So I’m in good hands?” she asked.

Her tone was languid, sexy. You swept her hair to the side, grinning as goosebumps erupted along the nape of her neck. Her breathing hitched.

“The best,” you answered.

Melissa hummed as you hooked your thumbs into her trapezius muscles and moved outward in long sweeping motions.

“I’m stimulating blood flow to the area,” you explained. “Warming you up, so we can work on any tension.”

“You’ll find plenty of that,” she rumbled. “I ain’t too good at relaxin’.”

The admission tugged at your heart. Melissa was clearly wound tight, a worrier weighed down by how much she cared.

“You have a hard job,” you said sympathetically. “Lots of responsibility. It’s important to take care of yourself.”

She made a vague noise of agreement as you gently agitated the tissue throughout her upper back, feeling it beginning to soften beneath your fingertips, becoming more pliant in your hands.

“How’s that feel?”

“S’good,” Melissa slurred, groaning in pleasure as you dug into a particularly stiff spot near her neck. You were used to clients being vocal during treatment. But something about eliciting these noises from Melissa made your brain go staticky.

“Would you be ok with a bit more pressure? You’re pretty tight, I want to work on that.”

Melissa shivered at your words, at the honey-sweet tone of your voice, at the way you asked permission and waited until she gave it. Maybe it was wrong getting off on that, but something about the power dynamic was winding her up. She felt in control and out of control at the same time.

“I’m a big girl,” she husked, lost in the fog of pure sensation. “I can take it.”

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip, wondering if she was crossing the line with all this semi-dirty talk. This was your job, after all. A hot thing like you probably had to deal with plenty of creeps in this line of work. But then you laughed.

“That’s what I like to hear,” you purred, palpating your fingers carefully into a tender spot. Your touch triggered a tingling sensation on Melissa’s scalp and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her body was molten in your hands, pleasure rippling outward in lazy waves.

“Jesus Christ,” she groaned, both at the feeling and the silky tone of your voice as you explained what you were doing. You lightly caressed the base of her skull and danced your fingers upward, playing with her hair.

“So pretty,” you murmured, twisting a strand around your finger.

“Ya like redheads, hon?” she asked, teasing and low.

Heat rushed to your face and pooled low in your stomach. An aching arousal pulsed through you, knowing she was toying with you.

“Big fan,” you managed to say, hoping your voice sounded normal. Melissa laughed and the sound threatened to short-circuit your brain.

Giving your head a little shake, you continued working your way down her back. You lowered the sheet until the top curve of her ass was exposed, plump and pearly. You briefly wondered what it would look like adorned with the red outline of a bite mark.

“I’m going to work on your lower back now,” you explained. “I’ll start soft, but you let me know if it’s too much.”

“Maybe we should have a safe word,” she joked breathlessly, but you could tell there was some apprehension in her voice as you engaged the sensitive tissue, like she was braced for pain. You gently gripped her hips, kneading the outer muscles with your thumbs.

Melissa closed her eyes, zoning out a little and letting her mind wander. She hated to admit it, but Barb had been right. This was beyond relaxing. She felt like she was floating, like your hands were the only thing tethering her to the earth. Those hands. So strong, so warm. She could think of a few other uses for hands like that…

Had you ever crossed the line with one of your clients? Gone the extra mile to make them feel good, to give them what they needed? The thought sent a thrill of desire through her and she squirmed on the table. What would happen if your hands dipped between her legs and found a mess of wetness there? Would you be able to resist pulling her ruined underwear aside, sliding your fingers in? Gentle at first, then hard enough to make her arch her back, to leave bruises—

“How’s that?” you asked, and the sweetness in your voice went right through Melissa’s chest. She nodded, lost in the punch-drunk pleasure.

“Words, please?” you asked, vigilant for any sign of discomfort or pain.

“Good,” she breathed, an agonizing warmth spreading through her belly as your knuckles brushed against her ass.. “You can go…deeper.”

The implication hung in the air.

You returned your attention to the tender spot, continuing the diligent work of uncoiling her tension. Slowly, you felt each tightly bound muscle group giving way. Melissa slackened in your grip, her soft figure yielding, turning even more supple. Her breathing deepened. Every so often, she gasped, as a new dimension of bliss ricocheted through her body.

For several minutes, you got a little lost in the hypnotic pattern of rubbing, soothing, tapping, kneading. Suddenly, you heard a sniffle. Looking up, you noticed tears had gathered in the corners of her eyes. Swearing softly, you immediately paused.

“Melissa?”

“Don’t stop,” she croaked. “Please.”

“Talk to me,” you insisted.

“I don’t know why I’m cryin’,” she said with a wet laugh. “It don’t hurt, it feels incredible.”

You ghosted your fingertips over her skin, and she shivered, a feverish warmth blooming wherever you touched her.

“Our muscles trap emotion,” you said gently. “Massage can…release that.”

Melissa didn’t say anything for a moment, processing your words. It had been a long time since someone touched her like this. In fact, maybe no one had ever been so careful with her, so tender, so singular in their pursuit of her pleasure.

“You’re takin’ such good care of me,” she whispered jaggedly, eyes fluttering shut as her entire world shrank to the feeling of your hands on her body. “Makin’ me feel so good.”

Her praise unspooled your last bit of resolve. You rocked back on your heels, staggered by a pulse of desire for this bombshell of a woman laid bare on your table, blissed-out, body slack, expression sweet and unguarded. You wanted to give her exactly what she needed.

“You work hard,” you continued, sensing she was close to the edge of a powerful release. “You don’t always have to be so strong, or hold on so tight.”

“Yeah?” Her voice was uncertain, hopeful, like she was asking permission.

“It’s okay to let go,” you breathed. “I promise I’ve got you.”

Your hands resumed their work, rubbing soothing circles into her back. “You deserve to feel good.”

Melissa groaned at the assertion. The desperate sincerity in your voice did something to her. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve the building pressure there. You noticed the shift, the way she wriggled her hips helplessly.

“Tell me again,” she said.

“You, Melissa Schemmenti, deserve to feel so good,” you repeated, emphasizing the last two words so there could be no mistaking your meaning.

She whimpered as your hands dipped lower, skating over her hips and the pillowy curve of her ass cheeks. A breathy little whine slipped out of Melissa’s mouth, surprising you both. You paused, just long enough to collect yourself, then pulled the sheet into a different position. You lightly traced your fingertips along the milky skin of her inner thigh, impossibly soft, running up toward her center and then back down in a teasing pattern, gauging her reaction.

“Tight hamstrings can actually impact lower back pain,” you babbled, kneading the muscles in question, though the pretense of professionalism was all but gone. Your eyes glazed over a little as Melissa bucked her hips against the massage table again.

“Ticklish,” she choked out, voice tight.

The redhead was simultaneously relieved and disappointed that she’d left her underwear on. The black lacy hiphuggers preserved her dignity, concealing the embarrassing slick dripping between her legs. But they also prevented your fingers from reaching their delicious final destination. She felt painfully empty, walls clenching around nothing.

“Tell me what you need,” you said dazedly, though you seemed incapable of stopping your hands as they traveled back up the same soft, irresistible path.

“You,” she said, practically begging. “There.”

When you reached the apex of her thighs for the second time, you swiped one trembling finger over the crotch of her panties, feeling the hot damp arousal that had soaked through the fabric. Melissa moaned at your featherlight touch, at the torturous heat it ignited.

You were both teetering on the brink, had almost fallen right over the edge. Your entire world had narrowed to the sounds Melissa made when you touched her, and the need to keep eliciting those sounds from her perfect mouth.

But then there was a sharp knock at the front door and the spell shattered.

You yanked your hands away. Melissa twisted around and gripped the sheet, pulling it against her body. The knock sounded again.

“Should I—?” you asked, gesturing uncertainly toward the door.

Melissa watched you walk into the hallway and peek outside. You cracked the door open, spoke for a few moments in low tones, then reappeared holding a flyer.

“Some teenagers canvassing for the election,” you said, waving the paper. “Wanted to make sure you’re registered to vote.”

Melissa sat on the sofa, sheet wrapped around her like a toga, hair mussed and cheeks flushed. She rolled her eyes.

“Those little bastards got some timing.”

“Yeah,” you said, running a hand through your hair in disbelief. “Listen, about that—about what happened—“

“You mean my happy ending?”

You winced at the cliché. “I’ve never done that before, I swear.”

“Well technically speaking,” she said, biting her lip, looking up at you with those eyes. “Ya still haven’t.”

Melissa leaned back on the couch, all suggestive looks and seductive curves. She parted her legs slightly and the electric tension surged back into the room, so strong you struggled to get a breath. You placed a hand on the wall to steady yourself.

“Technically speaking,” you repeated faintly.

“So where does that leave us, doll?” She examined her fingernails, feigning disinterest, relishing the slack look of desire on your face. “I feel like we were on the verge of a real breakthrough,”

You checked your watch, devastated to see how late it had gotten. “I have another appointment across town,” you whined.

“Relax, Midas,” she said, grinning like a jackal at your obvious desperation. “I’ll take a rain check. You free next weekend?”

The thought of leaving without touching her again made you feel crazy but you nodded. “I’ll —I’ll give you my personal number,” you said. “So you can call or text me directly, whenever you’re ready.”

“Eager to please,” she said, smirking. “I like that.”

You clenched your teeth. This was going to be the longest week of your life.

[glowettee]

Hey Girl, I need help right now, how can I build my wardrobe because right now all I wear to school is a hoodie and flare jeans/sweatpants, I like the pants but I don’t wanna seem basic and just wear a hoodie with sweatpants or jeans. Cause I’m low-key in the middle of masc and fem so it’s just strange and I don’t know how to dress. 😭💗

how to build your wardrobe | starting with the "downtown girl" aesthetic

hey girl!! tysm for reaching out and trusting me with your style journey 🤍 i totally get that feeling of being stuck in a hoodie + flare jeans loop, especially when you know you deserve a wardrobe that shows off both your masc + fem sides. i remember when my closet felt like a jumble of basic pieces until i started curating it with intention, and now my outfits reflect a confident coquette, downtown girl aesthetic with just the right amount of edge + softness. so, let’s dive into building

little note before we start

i was in the same situation as you, trying to find a way to embrace my masc + fem fashion, i naturally gravitated towards to "downtown girl aesthetic" since it was closest to my comfort zone, now i've branched out to a lot of coquette pieces, my fashion style is amazing now, and really reflects me perfectly. however, i still would define my fashion as downtown girl aesthetic, that's why in this post i'll be giving you a guide since i think it'll fit perfectly for you especially with you being in the middle of masc + fem fashion. hopefully this helps you, feel free to research more about the aesthetic + fashion style, i think it's a great fashion sense that isn't too uncomfortable for first trying out to build your fashion sense. - love from mindy <3

~ discovering your style identity ~

first of all, take a little time to reflect on what you truly love about your style. do you gravitate towards minimalist silhouettes, or do you adore a bit of playful edge? for a downtown girl vibe, think urban chic combined with touches of romance and practicality. jot down a few adjectives that vibe with you. words like “modern,” “gritty,” “romantic,” or even “vintage downtown” can help create your style compass. i like to create digital mood boards on tumblr or pinterest, collecting images of outfits that spark joy. it’s literally a fun, visual way to consolidate your style ideas before letting them influence your wardrobe choices.

~ detailed downtown girl aesthetic tips ~

a downtown girl aesthetic is all about blending practical urban style with a hint of romance and vintage charm. here are some tips to nail this vibe:

color palette:

stick with neutral tones like black, white, navy, + grey as your base.

add pops of color through accessories or a statement piece like a bold red bag or mustard yellow scarf.

muted pastels can also work wonderfully to soften the look while keeping it edgy.

layering techniques:

downtown style is often about layering. try combining a fitted turtleneck with a slip dress, then topping it with a blazer or leather jacket.

experiment with different lengths. for instance, wear a cropped sweater over a longer button-down for a dynamic, urban silhouette.

footwear:

invest in a couple of key pairs of shoes. sleek ankle boots or minimalist sneakers are perfect for walking through the city.

consider converses, boots, and any type of sneakers are literally your best friend

also a pair of combat boots can add a cool, grunge element to your wardrobe.

accessories:

accessories can really pull your look together. a cute necklace or a standout ring adds subtle elegance.

don’t shy away from statement bags. i love structured crossbodies or chic totes.

a stylish hat, like a beret or a fedora, can transform a basic outfit into something that screams downtown chic. omg and headphones literally could be considered as a hat in this aesthetic <3

prints + textures:

mix structured fabrics like denim, leather, or cotton with softer textures like silk or cashmere.

subtle prints such as pinstripes or small polka dots can add visual interest without overwhelming the overall look.

~ mixing masc + fem in a downtown setting ~

if you find yourself balancing between masc and fem, remember that fashion is all about contrast. here’s how to blend the two effortlessly:

combine structured, masculine pieces with more delicate, feminine items. for example, pair a sharply tailored blazer with a soft, lace-trimmed blouse or a flowy midi skirt.

try androgynous cuts like oversized shirts or well-fitted trousers, then add a touch of femininity with accessories. maybe a charming belt or minimalist jewelry.

experiment with layering a unisex tee under a feminine dress, then finishing the look with a sleek jacket or ankle boots that have a modern edge.

balance textures: mix a masculine fabric like denim with a more fragile, silky scarf to bring out both aspects of your style.

~ practical pro tips for wardrobe evolution ~

building a wardrobe that feels authentically you takes time + experimentation. here are some extra pro tips i swear by:

start with what you already love:

take a look at your current wardrobe and identify pieces that feel true to you.

use these as a baseline to decide what new items can mix well with them. this way, you’re expanding rather than completely overhauling your style.

2. shop mindfully:

whenever you’re shopping, think about versatility. ask yourself, “can i see this piece paired with at least three other items i own?”

if possible, try to shop at stores or online shops that offer timeless, well-made pieces rather than fast-fashion for a sustainable approach.

3. don’t be afraid to experiment:

style is a journey, and it’s totally okay to try something new even if it feels a bit out of your comfort zone.

consider having a “fashion day” where you experiment with mixing different textures, layers, and accessories. take photos of your outfits so you can look back and see what works best.

3. remember the power of personal touches:

add items that tell your story. a vintage scarf, a piece of jewelry with sentimental value, or even a custom-painted jacket.

these pieces not only elevate your look but also make your outfit uniquely yours.

~ my personal journey & final thoughts ~

i remember when i first started experimenting with my wardrobe. i was always tethered to the same basic pieces until i decided one day to step out of my comfort zone. i went to a little vintage store downtown and found a structured coat that changed everything. pairing it with a crisp button-down and sleek trousers created a look that was so different from my usual style but felt incredibly empowering. the process was filled with trial + error, but each piece i added felt like a tiny victory. an expression of my evolving self.

i currently have a mix of downtown girl aesthetic, coquette, and just a lotttt of pink clothing lol <3. however, when i first started experimenting with a style i personally love and own now, i started with the downtown girl aesthetic, and it helped me so much. this is why i recommend starting with this aesthetic first if you're trying to discover your personal style and especially if you want to express your masc and fem side.

building a wardrobe is literally a form of self-expression, and it should be fun rather than stressful. let each outfit be a mini celebration of who you are. remember, there’s no “right” way to dress. your style should grow with you. even if you’re headed to school or exploring the city streets, your wardrobe should be a canvas that reflects your creative spirit.

I have a pinterest board here specifically with downtown girl outfit ideas: https://pin.it/1d0IdGrNL

sending you the biggest virtual hug + all the good vibes! i hope these detailed tips help you start with building your wardrobe. remember to take it one step at a time, enjoy the process, and always embrace what makes you uniquely you.

p.s. if you ever need more advice or a pep talk to boost your style confidence, feel free to send more asks!! keep shining, and always take care of yourself.

xoxo, mindy 🤍

[iatrophilosophos]

Gonna jump off of this tangentially bc there's another thing here re: right wing health politics

The right is engaging with concepts that are fundementally more reflective of what I consider to be reality than a lotta left *and postleft* positions on various health issues. They start from a dogshit place and they end in a dogshit place and I have a fundementally different value system, ontology & epistemology; i in no way think we need to "hear them out"; and there's like... a lot of topics they engage with w/ internal consistency where most other contingents dont

Take rfk's funky treatment farms thing & specifically the anti MAT stance. Anti-MAT in abstinence-based conservative addiction programs *makes more internal sense* than most arguments for MAT coming from liberal & left contingents; because MAT a b s o l u t e l y just functions as safe supply for plenty of people. If you want people off drugs full stop, you should be anti-MAT. I'm not pro abstinence-only and I am pro drug access but I feel like I'm dealing with the same basic reality here, as opposed to the myth that methadone doesn't hit/doesn't count/whatever.

I think this is also true re: porn addiction. For all intents and purposes, within social demographics that are anti-porn, porn addiction is a consistent concept that is *more* reflective of addiction as a sociological condition than the dx SUD. I don't think it's a flawless analysis of sex, desire & pornography or anything but it does offer a bare-faced recognition of some dynamics that leftist contingents often bury. SUD overmedicalizes use and obscures sociological factors contributing to people being unable to navigate their relationships with substances in whatever way is desirable to them; it removes agency from drug users; and its logics result in ineffective interventions on both institutional and grassroots stages (e.g. detox&dump). I honestly feel like smashing my head against the wall whenever I see someone try to dunk on some dingus who's saying porn addiction is real because it's a habit people aren't able to easily abstain from that ruins relationships and social connections by going "ummmhhh akshually ☝️🤓 porn only ruins relationships because you are intolerant of porn 🤪" because they're so...fucking...close...to getting it...and yet.

And that's not even touching the fact that the Main *highly effective* right wing health propaganda strategy is just...telling people they aren't stupid and they're right to distrust their doctors, two things that Are True. "You aren't stupid" is such a powerful phrase coming from a perceived medical authority that the next words out of their mouths can be directly abusing and derriding their audience and it STILL works.

The difference between right & left wing alternative & DIY health space is also exceptionally stark, where left&postleft herbalism is full of grief circles and mental health and flower essences and right-learning herbalist groups on fb&whatever are full of people seeking help for every day health complications out of financial necessity and/or medical distrust.

And like...Do Not Get Me Wrong, I'm not trying to say "the left needs to try harder to appeal to middle america", i ain't even a leftist, nor do I have actual affinity with right wing alternative health, nor do I think what they actually discuss re: those health complications with their fucking colloidal silver and bad information practices has much if any merit. I'm more trying to illustrate how damningly authority-brained even purported anarchists are when it comes to medicine and how little backbone is demonstrated when it comes to criticism of either the current medical establishment OR the concepts of a professional medical class that are presupposed in discourse, where access to that class supercedes the tools and knowledge it's actually composed of.

And it's like hard right bc like I been saying there's no good manual there's just a buncha mostly bad/only partially applicable/etc sources to sort through and a bunch of attempts to be made to actually utilize and refine it, but like, the only way to really start is to get incredibly critical and talk about health and medicine a lot and actually like, try to find an ANSWER (or pieces od it) instead of access to a service

And a lot of it is cope. It is easier to hold an ideology where "our side" just needs to "win" and we get to maintain that comfortable imperial core status of access to basic-needs-as-services (or perception as such bc honestly, who has good medical access? Not most ppl i know) instead of reckoning with the fact that, as we like to say, nobody is coming to save us and the only answers for most ppl are gonna be the ones they can come up with...because actually working this shit? I mean i love it its my main personality trait but for a lot of people its fucking boring and hard and feels bad because pressing questions want pressing answers, and a lot of us don't have pressing answers. Sure, there are people out here who have a reasonable starting place with what to do in keeping people with at least some conditions alive for at least an amount of time, hopefully enough time for further answers, but to actually get to that point it's a lotta deep dives into stuffy noses and ear infections and mild cases of Whatever. I can do all the grandstanding I want about how much value there is in grasping a little bit more security and autonomy, but I also recognize for a lot of people it feels like peanuts, it doesn't seem fast enough, it doesn't seem good enough. And they're RIGHT. But it's a start, it's what we have, and i hope to fucking God it's really on the way to something.

I think a thing that i find deeply frustrating from every political & philosophical perspective is a deep lack of engagement with medicine. I think at the very root of it is a sense of professional/expertise/authoritative domain. Most people do not talk about how to make medicine happen, they talk about creating conditions conducive to producing an effective medical class +/- production appartus. Anarchists are just as guilty of this as communists as reformerists: you can't tell me that most of the people who gesture at projects like four thieves, open insulin, boobs not bombs (don't get me started), and various street medicine projects aren't also just invoking the image of a detached force of competent agents.

I'll be a hater until the end of time but sometimes it is kinda hard to blame ur average disabled civvie's knee-jerk "what about my meds" because the question is conspicuously absent or relegated to ignorant grandstanding so, so often. Anyone actually critically examining the projects we often cite as easy, publicly available examples will quickly note that they *do* have deep flaws and vulnerabilities. Medicine is conspicuously absent from the texts we cite, pearlman doesnt talk about it, postciv! doesnt talk about it...because these works, no matter how much love I have for them, are really not actually concerned with disabled people all that much.

Most anticiv ppl i know are disabled/medication dependent ourselves & working on it, it's just like really fucking hard, and really hard to generate Texts(tm) while also doing the thing. It's a weird, long, slow process that I'm getting progressively better at & have been for years, but it's also something that happens in conversations and relationships and it's hard to iron out and commit to paper when honestly, synthesizing an effective, sustainable, bioregionally feasible medical MO in current times IS a field in its infancy AND one that looks radically different for every cohort because we are located in different places and starting from a point of different needs/conditions of priority.

Acting like the people who prioritize this just Have It on lock and will get it figured is doing everyone a disservice--it's a paper thin posture that disabled ppl are gonna see through, and it's reinforcing the idea that the average person in the imperial core doesn't need to have any concept of what they'd do with, idk, kidney stones or conjuctivitis or Whatever because they can Just See A Professional About It, even though we ***know*** that that idea doesn't hold up for tons of people NOW, let alone as collapse continues.

[nerdy-chocomallow]

An Underrated Opinion on Zoé and Chloé’s Dynamic:

(Sorry, this is probably the best photo I had of them)

I honestly think Zoé should’ve been the older sibling, instead of Chloé to me. Sure, there a lot reasons why that isn’t the case for most people, since Zoé was introduced into show late, we suppose to know that Audrey and andré were married for the longest, and for most rewrites it’s a bit easier on the writer and help make Chloé sympathetic and look better.

But, why I think differently despite being the younger sibling to an older brother. Well, that’s because throughout the show, we are constantly see that Chloé is very childish and immature, it just got cranked up to 11 in season 5 and sometimes 4. I probably wouldn’t need example since that basically driving conflict for most Chloé’s episodes and even then her attitude really does give it away. I mean her sense of entitlement and overall brattiness is really big character traits of her that many fans seems to ignore even in her quote on quote “redemption arc” episodes where I would call her depth episodes more but whatever.

As for Zoé, she is one of the most mature characters I have ever seen from miraculous, which isn’t a lot. She tries so hard to make sure to understand her own sister and giving her what she wants, so Chloé doesn’t make the situation for everyone, even if it means she loses something in return. She often very calm, knows how to handle a situation pretty well, and know when a situation isn’t what it seems and that it needs to be handled appropriately and well.

Now for their dynamic, I personally I believe sole crusher was less of Zoé being guided by her big sister, Chloé, and more of Zoé not wanting to make her new sister upset at her and live to her expectations, as her new sister, and Chloé wanting to show off to her new sister to show how cool she is to her. Heck, I could see it as little kid wanting to show their older sibling how to play their game right, and their older sibling going along with it and wanting to spend time with their little sibling and not wanting to argue against them, knowing the little sibling would probably get upset and tell on them to their parents, that’s what literally happened at the end of sole crusher and almost at of the queen banana. It’s literally that, and it fits Chloé’s character, we know how childish she is and how bratty and entitled she gets. So, it no wonder, I got those vibes, because those are the vibes I’m getting.

And, I know it’s based on how siblings were raised and stuff but I honestly can’t behind Chloé being older one, I’m sorry, I just can’t. It’s cool if you like it but personally I don’t and that’s what I get from the show, even before Chloé’s writing got worse.

[23z567]

ok guys dont kill me i need to do some oc posting

[egophiliac]

Since book 7 part 5 (the part where we meet Meleanor/Maleanor 👀) is coming to EN this month, i would love to see your take on lilia’s proposal to meleanor! i mean they were like little kids right? it couldn’t have been that serious…i think the only reason she even brought it up again is because she could tell lilia still genuinely loved her…(even if he didn’t realize it himself?) but, oh well! Let’s think about silly childhood shenanigans to numb the pain! ^_^ (orz)

oh shit?! get ready for a doozy guys, it's comiiiiiing ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I chickened out of posting the whole thing (look, I get VERY carried away when it comes to these wacky kids and their Tragedy), but I do believe that it probably ended with Lilia getting embarrassed and just shoving the first thing he sees into his mouth to try and cover for it.

(we're just lucky it wasn't a frog this time)

[bonefall]

If Sasha had left Hawk and Moth with Thunderclan or Shadowclan do you think Tigerstar would have been able to sink his claws that deeply into Hawk?

In ShadowClan, perhaps. Blackstar starts doing his damnest to stamp support for Tigerstar and his ideas out, but Ratscar is a clever cat. A clever, charming one. I can see him easily leveraging his charm to earn Hawkfrost as an apprentice, or the other Thistle Law supporters coalescing around their "young heir."

There would be less chance of Tigerstar getting his claws deep into his boy than RiverClan, which actively has NO reckoning and is deeply politically divided.

Meanwhile, it would be extremely unlikely in ThunderClan. ThunderClan as a whole HATES Tigerstar. Being part of his legacy is NOT something Hawkfrost would have been raised with-- and I can honestly see Sasha, if she realized ThunderClan was a good place to go, ALSO developing a pretty significant bond with Goldenflower.

...Thinking about it, it really would have been the Good Ending for Sasha here. Goldenflower would have learned about everything and felt a deep need to protect Sasha. Tigerclaw took EVERYTHING from her, and she immediately moved to reject him, but he still managed to convince her daughter to leave her side. TOOK Tawnypaw from her, and KILLED their oldest son Swiftpaw.

Learning that Tigerclaw went on to use Sasha would make Golfy sick. She doesn't have to think through it logically to know, deep in her gut, that what Tigerclaw liked about Sasha was that he could control this one. That Sasha was her replacement, to birth him kits he could own. Stealing her own child wasn't enough-- he wanted ones he could instill loyalty in from the very beginning.

There's a precious memory in her mind, of when their daughter Lynxkit caught greencough. Everyone knew she wasn't going to survive. Tigerclaw took his little kit, so small he could cradle her in his paws, and he hummed her to sleep for the last time. EVERY moon, she learns something that cracks that memory a little deeper, a little further, and one day she feels that she will loose one of the most meaningful images she has of her lost child.

How can she reconcile that image, to the trembling, half-starved woman who stands before her? This thin-boned rogue, who believes she is selfish and stupid for the egregious sin of losing a child while desperately trying to raise them alone?

Hawkkit and Mothkit would have had a very different upbringing. I also don't know if Sasha would have vanished back into the wilderness. World hard and cold. Golfy soft and warm.

[beigebeignett]

𝑅𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝐻𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝓍 𝒱𝒾𝓁 𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑒𝓃𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

Warnings and whatnot:

-Vil uses he, she and they in this piece

-TW! Mentions of poisoning and Rook's unorthodox behaviour (the hunting and stalking people thing)

-Spoilers for Book 5 and 6!

Rook falls for Vil at first sight, enraptured by that unique beauty of theirs. He finds Vil absolutely mesmerizing, and no matter how much time they’ve spent together, the other never ceases to surprise the hunter.

This man is absolutely smitten I tell you.

Vil’s gender has never been a topic to discuss; when Vil said she would do everything in her power to be the best queen Pomefiore had ever had Rook just went with it. His “Roi de Poison” enjoyed being la reine from time to time? No problem at all.

Speaking of the Pomefiore house warden, he’s in pretty bad too. Vil trusts Rook immensely, he knows the other would catch him were he to fall (which is proved right after his overblot).

After Vil’s breakdown at the VDC their relationship strains a bit though. Deep down Vil knows they can’t nor they should attempt to control what the hunter likes; after all, it was the other’s passion for life and his unbendable honesty that captivated them in the first place. However, they still feel slightly betrayed for their actions; after all, he saw the effort and strain Vil went through for the competition.

Rook, on his part, is also hurt. He knows what the other went through while preparing for the VDC but at the end of the day, he had to vote for Neige; not doing so would go against his morals, against everything the hunter was; and he knew his queen knew that. He also knew that deep down the other would have been even more upset if Rook had voted for them because they would have seen it as a pity vote; because his beloved knew that the hunter would follow his heart whenever he went, and sometimes that meant doing things they didn’t agree on.

They get better after a while of longing glances and words hanging in the air, and after making up they’re stronger than ever.

Idia’s overblot only helps to strengthen their bond. Rook’s desperate attempts to help his “Roi du Poison” shoot an arrow through Vil’s heart; causing him to kiss fervently the other when they’re finally alone from privy eyes, leaving purple all over the hunter’s body.

Their relationship dynamic can be a bit odd or unsettling for people who aren’t used to it.

Rook absolutely loves chasing his queen, and Vil is always up for a game of cat and mouse, enjoying the hunter’s attempts at catching her and rewarding him when he finally does. It’s also safe to say that the Pomefiore’s house warden also enjoys seeing her lover “hunt down” other students, specially when she knows they’ve been causing trouble.

In return, Rook lets Vil test her new poisons on him (always with the antidote nearby) as he knows she would never harm him. He enjoys the new sensations the poisons bring and the feeling of exquisite ecstasy that fills him when his queen feeds him the antidote, always followed by a spa session to relive his body from the stress it has gone through.

Vil keeps all the letters and poems their lover has written for them, as well as the flowers he used to bring them (when they started dating Rook switched from bouquets to plant seeds or cuttings so his lover could keep the plants on their garden). In fact, half of the books on Vil’s room have their pages filled with dried flowers they have put there so they don’t go bad.

In some occasions Vil has used those dried flowers on potions, crushing them and turning them into fine powder if they have useful properties.

He never lets Rook use them though, because he knows the other would use them in one of the Science club’s experiments and blow up the laboratory for the nth time (something they’ve argued over multiple times, the other explaining that there is no joy without a bit of danger while Vil tries not to get wrinkles on his face from frowning).

[dairyfreenugget]

It's not theft if I'm stealing from myself 😎

Also I'd like to thank my friend Saturno and my patreons for enabling my poor financial decision that is buying two closed species MYO tickets

Vernids and base were made by lilaira

[razzledazzletrassh]

no major fic updates just yet guys TAKE MY WOY OC I MADE LIKE. April of last year IM PLUGGING SOME INFO ABOUT THIS GUY IN THE TAGS.

I may also redesign her soon or something. Make her more bug-like with some stuff. I can cook guys let me cook !!!

[cent-scratchnsniff]

More sketchy employee profile images. Mostly made to be able to replace the picrew I had in the template I made since I can draw. I did end up just putting it as back and white though but the color is just nice to have. I'm STILL trying to tweak the template since it is very finicky and there is an example of what it looks down below if you're interested. It is a lot. It will happen. I am just not the quickest

There are typos and inconsistencies I missed but in general it should be fine...

[intersex-support]

Hello! I have a question: Would it be okay for me to describe myself as questioning intersex if I suspect I may have an intersex condition but haven't been able to see anyone about it?

I was assigned female at birth, but I've experienced a lot of anomalies since I began puberty, such as very inconsistent periods (around 2-3 a year, which are always very short), proper visible hair above my lips (along with beard hair, but it's a lot thinner and much harder to notice), and external body changes such as widening hips never occurred. A lot of "female" clothes don't fit correctly, and I've always had much better luck with anything from the men's department. I can't wear a dress without constantly getting misgendered, and misgendering is something I've dealt with all my life honestly (much worse when I was still in school, but I still encounter it).

I've never known what could cause it, although I'm aware I have some medical history when I was an infant (although I don't really know what for). This is something I've wanted to find out more about, but my (cishet male) doctor has never taken me seriously, dismissing all my concerns. I'm hopefully moving GPs soon, but the waiting list there is long and I don't know when I'll see someone considering it's not urgent. So, is it okay for me to describe myself as questioning intersex and interact with the community in the meanwhile?

Hi anon!

This is just my personal opinion--other intersex people might disagree and are allowed to disagree.

I personally think it's okay for people who are questioning being intersex to say that they're questioning intersex/suspecting being intersex /on the intersex diagnosis journey etc etc etc. However, I do think that people who are questioning intersex should be sure that they are being considerate in intersex community spaces, being honest and not misrepresenting themself, and being careful not to talk over people or overstep boundaries.

I think it's really important to there to be places that people who are questioning intersex to find accurate information, and to get support on navigating a very complicated and biased medical system. And in truth, there is just so few information and resources out there that if questioning intersex people want that type of advice, information, and support, of course they're going to come to intersex community spaces and look there! And I feel pretty strongly that part of intersex justice is figuring out ways to get medical power into the hands of intersex people--part of that comes from giving our communities the tools they need to discover that they might be intersex. So that's why I think it's important for there to be spaces welcoming of intersex people, and why I think it's okay for people to express that they're questioning.

That being said, I also understand why there are other intersex people who don't always want every space to be one that's completely open. I think it's important for questioning people not to speak over other intersex people, not to position themself as an authority in subjects that they're just starting to learn about, not overtake all conversations to be about questioning or the diagnosis process, and not overstep peoples specific boundaries in terms of joining specific groups, such as ones that are specifically for people who've survived IGM if they haven't experienced that. (all real examples of things i've seen.) In general, I think most intersex people will be really welcoming to questioning people as long as you're just honest about what you're experiences and show up as your authentic self, rather than trying to mislead people or represent something that isn't true about your experience.

So long story short, I think it's totally okay as long as you're considerate when interacting in intersex spaces! Feel free to check out more of the resources on this page for information to help you on your questioning process, and good luck!

[amelikos]

Thinking about how Onyx and Sango's first scene together had Sango complaining that he had to tag along with her when Hamber told them both to accompany him to the castle back in HZ024.

Yet they are both pretty much constantly shown attached at the hip. Hanging out together, being together during and outside work, oddly being the most domestic in their group (they know each other's quirks and habits and call each other out on them), implied to get food together (not shown but still, Horizons has a theme of sharing food with those you care about and food as a means of connection). Basically, both of them staying together even when they don't really have to.

[bldwspr]

if i keep seeing people nominate small guy as bottom and big guy as top i am actually going to explode.

[averlym]

which is gayer? SIX or Adamandi (real)

adamandi

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

me, reading more of Humanity, a Phineas and Ferb dystopian AU recently: hmm, little redheaded boy who has endured Horrors, hiding from and fighting a corrupt government with help from a fierce(ly loyal) hybrid creature? sounds familiar....

AU Phineas and my OC Oliver from The SOS Chronicles! I think they would get along great. 💜 Oliver would 100% be down for helping Phineas escape an oppressive regime, even though he has 99 of his own problems.

"It's going to be okay." "What is?" "Everything. Not all at once and not right away, but it will be." "How do you know?" "Because I was a slave and I escaped, and you're brave enough and smart enough to escape too."

Meanwhile, while the boys are having a heart to heart...

... Perry and Silvie are a little less sure about each other. Don't worry, they'll be friends as soon as Silvie realizes Perry is as committed to keeping Phineas safe as she is to protecting her friends.

"Are you very brave and fierce too?" "Krrrrr." "And you keep your weak boy safe?" "KrrrrRRRrrrr!" "... Okay. We can be friends. I am Silvie." "Krrrrr." "I think I am supposed to say nice to meet you now, so it is nice to meet you." "Krrrrrrrrr. 👍"

But wait I hear (absolutely no one) asking, where's the rest of the SOS gang? Where are Silas and Cassie? Well...

They got separated from their friends, crawled through some vents, saw one of AU Doof's machines blow up in his face, and he was so upset that Cassie felt bad for him and crawled out of the vents (with Silas trying to stop her) to find out what went wrong with the machine.

"Look, there's two wires on the main circuit board that were swapped, that's why the machine blew up. It wasn't your fault, it was just an accident." "Th-thank you? But you still haven't told me how you got here?" "Through the vents! :D" "Cassie!" "No, I mean... children are illegal. How did you get here?" ".... you hear that Silas? We're criminals on two worlds now! :D" "That's not something to be excited about, Cassie! And what do you mean "children are illegal"?!"

Not pictured: Almitak having a mental breakdown in a corner of Oliver's mind because "NOW THERE'S MORE OF THEM?!"

I'm overall pleased with how these came out! Sideways people are a struggle for me, so having almost ALL of them be like that was, uh, a challenge. But I think for the most part they turned out well. I'm happy with all the expressions except Silvie's, which just confounded me, but Silvie's just a hard character to draw in general, so there's that. Also Silas' face isn't quite right but I couldn't figure out how to fix it (he's also too short shhh). On the plus side Oliver looks extremely empathetic and I LOVE Phineas' expression Idk how I did them so well. Also Cassie just looks tiny and adorable.