#they use she/her pronouns for me and that's okay in this specific instance

[compo67]

My friend brought this to my attention! OMG. I'm mentioned for my fic "Minutes Past Midnight"!!! I was so overwhelmingly happy to hear these folks talk about my fic. This is such a great podcast, I'm listening to their episode about Big Bangs right now and there's so much I relate to. :D

If you have time, give this episode and the rest of the podcast a listen! I'd love for them to get more exposure--please reblog so the podcast gets a boost! <3

[the-doomed-witch]

SHOWER THOUGHTS

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (no pronouns used)

Summary: Wanda just kinda ✨punishing✨ you

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; MINORS+MEN DNI. not proof read. masturbation, exhibitionism but like in private?, top!wanda, degradation, kind of praise?, shower sex, heavy orgasm control, vibrators, oral (r receiving), fingering (both), etc etc you get all that. this is smutty

Author’s Note: well anyways hi i randomly had a ✨thot✨ about the shower thing, hope you like it ;)) besides, wanda with nipple piercings 🤤

(gif credits to creator)

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION // REQUESTS CLOSED

— ✦ —

The absence of Wanda was frustrating. Whenever she was off to work related trips, she always left with you begging for more. “Don’t touch yourself when mommy is away, okay baby?” she says, every single time before she leaves. And you nod like an obedient pup. So you are used to it all.

But it was different this time, she’d been gone for too long a trip. The heat between your thighs has been throbbing for days now. And today, it’s time for her to return.

Unfortunately for you, her flight has been delayed, and she’s gonna take a few more hours to arrive. You, a fully frustrated and wild driven person, had to wait another 6 hours for Wanda to come and take care of you.

It can’t be hard, a bit of dry humping here and there at every given instance should work for a few hours. Except it clearly doesn’t.

You do your everyday tasks, trying to distract the tingling sensation underneath. Fuck, it’s hard to even walk around in the supermarket. You go back home and lay down on the bed, try to sleep, and whatnot.

You estimate about 2 hours before Wanda reaches home, so your hands instinctively reach the belt around your waist, unlocking the buckle. The pants go down, and along goes the black lace you specifically picked out for the day.

Gently goes first finger in, then goes the second. Insert a third one, and you’re panting heavily. It’s not even close to the magic of Wanda’s hands. Wanda’s hands. Oh. You daydream of her fingering you instead of yourself. Soft, little moans and pants.

“Guess who hasn’t been a good girl for mommy.” you suddenly hear a familiar voice and freeze in your actions, fingers still deep inside of you. A part of you is overly excited to see her after more than a week, the other part is scared of all the things she would be doing to you just because of this.

“M-mommy I was so tired. I’m so sorry.”

“We’ll get to that later. But first, let me see how you fuck your dumb self honey. Move your fingers, show mommy what she’s taught you.”

You shift your position in bed to give her a better view of it all, legs spreading wider and wider. The wet sloshing sounds fill the bedroom when you thrust your fingers in and out of the pussy, as Wanda enjoys the show.

As your moans grow louder, she grabs your wrist and holds it in place. The sudden loss of pace made you shudder from head to toe. “Mommy!” you scream out loudly.

“What? You thought you could come despite not following my orders? You thought mommy wouldn’t punish you? What a whore.”

Her hand reaches your neck, holding you in place as she climbs on the top. Slowly, she bends down and captures your lips in a deep kiss. She then pulls away and caresses your forehead with her other hand, whispering, “I missed you, detka, so much. Care to take a shower with me? I could really use a hot shower today.” With a strained voice, you mumble a yes.

— ✦ —

She pulled your wet naked body against hers, behind you. Taking the handheld shower in her hands, she held it against your throbbing cunt. It felt fucking good, but the pressure was shaking your entire body.

“Tell mommy you’re sorry for touching the pussy that belongs to her.”

“I’m s-o-sorry, mommy. I promise I won’t do this again.”

“Say it again.” So you repeat it. “Tell me that this pussy belongs to me and me only.” The pressure of the water had left you incapable of speech. You pause for a moment and stutter, “Th-” Before any other word comes out of your mouth, she sets it to full speed. God.

“Say it, bitch. Or do you want me to punish you?” she pinches your right nipple hard and you let out an animalistic moan. Your back arches, as you keep a grip on the tiled bathroom wall and the fogged glass on the other side to stop yourself from falling down. “This p-pussy is all y-yours, mommy. N-no one else’s.”

“Good.” she speaks in a sultry voice against your earlobe. Her right hand is completely focused on ruining your cunt with just a hand shower, and the other is gripping your body. You can feel her wet tits behind you, along with their piercings.

She moves your slick hair out of her way and starts leaving bite marks all over your shoulders, collarbone, neck, and back. With each bite, you let out more and more shrieks. It all comes down to you asking permission to come, and her denying it.

She places the shower back and you arch at the loss of all the friction. “Let mommy play a little more.” she says, and you submit once again.

Throughout the steamy shower, besides relaxing herself, her hands glided along your whole body. She would grab your breasts, chin, waist, neck. Occasionally, she inserted a digit inside of you, and pulled out immediately. You would take it all just as she wanted, sometimes holding her tits and nibbling on her piercings, too.

It was a pleasing torture till she brought you back inside the bedroom, wrapped in a towel.

Wanda tells you to lay down on the bed. So you do, and spread yourself all over, finally excited for her to get rid of the burning sensation you’ve been feeling down there. She rummages through a drawer, searching for a nice toy for her to use.

Back to the bed, she brings a vibrator. “Aw honey, look at you, so needy that your legs are so apart. Why don’t you have some patience? Let mommy take care. I’m gonna tie your hands now, okay?” and here you nod like a pup yet again.

She ties your hands behind you, and makes you sit up. She sits opposite to you, and turns on the toy. Finally, you think, it’s the moment. She licks its head seductively till it’s drenching in her saliva before she places it on her own folds. “M-mommy-”

“Not now baby, mommy wants a good time for herself. You can watch her come, and maybe get to taste it if you’re good.”

Wanda’s moans are heavy, as she tortures her clit with the toy. Her legs tremble, trying to close in but she keeps them apart for you to see. The second you moan at the sight of her, she comes hard, making a mess on the bed.

She shifts her body, and rubs all of her cunt against yours till you are covered in her juices. Your now oversensitive body gives in and you come against her. She pulls you into a deep intense kiss as you both grind against each other. Drops of sweat roll down her face as she tries hard not to break eye contact with you.

Her hands grab the vibrator again, and she places it between the two of you. As if drinking your screams down, she holds you in for a kiss for longer than you could keep it. You come again, and when her fingers find their way in, you do it once again.

— ✦ —

“Mommy please. No more… hurts.”

“One small taste would do, baby? Can I taste you once again? Just a lick, I promise.”

“Mmhmm”

She goes down, and tastes your messy cunt, humming as she eats you out. You twitch at her nibbling on your folds. Your hands grab her auburn hair to pull her head away, but your thighs close in on her. You release yourself undone all over her face yet again. She gets back up, placing her lips against your lips softly, letting her tongue give you a taste of yourself.

She doesn’t stop soon, but when she does, your entire body is quivering and so is hers.

“Fuck Wanda, that was so… so fucking hot.”

“Oh Y/N… you don’t know how fucking needy I’ve been for as long as I’ve been away. I needed you so bad-” Looking at her state, she hasn’t clearly finished yet. You begin pumping your fingers in and out of her rapidly. Her head rises up as her chest contracts and expands with her puffs. She repeats, “Oh goodness- so bad.”

Her lips once again clash against your in a sloppy kiss, she’d been obviously desperate but hesitated to show it, unlike you.

“Wans, I love you so much. I’ll be a good girl next time, I promise.”

“Oh malyshka, you are a good girl to me. You’re my good girl.”

[ladyzerodark]

Alright, I'm biting, infodump me on Darkness

While my info isn't as EXTENSIVE as Crowley's lovely list, there is a lot to Darkness. Trigger warning for: suicide mention when talking about her background and personality

I am sure everyone noticed how Dark and Darkness have VERY similar names. In a way, Dark IS Darkness and Darkness IS Dark. Specifically, Dark is the newest incarnation of Darkness (I will be using she/they pronouns for Darkness because while they don't care about gender she still presents very feminine and most of her incarnations identify as female or at least female leaning), though they still exist as somewhat of a split personality. Darkness, or rather, the Power of Darkness, was actually originally an idea from my dear friend (the Light to my Dark), Hunter. We both have since expanded on the idea (her of Light, me of Darkness) in our own ways. Avatar was a big inspiration for how Darkness currently operates in canon, in that they and their past incarnations can offer advice to Dark. Mostly they are in Dark's head but occasionally Dark can use Shadows to give them physical forms. In fact one of Darkness' incarnations created the first Shadow Beast, but her name was lost to time and she does not show herself around Dark, at least not yet in canon. Here are some of the past incarnations that I've made [link] As for Darkness' background and personality...

Chaos, The Void and one of the Creators of the Universe, created Darkness and her sister Light to house the two halves of the Ultimate Power, to keep balance in the world. They very rarely interfered with human affairs, but were very involved in the politics of the divine and the demonic, regardless of nation, when the need calls for it. Due to Chaos being essentially their mother, they are closer to the Greek/Etruscan/Roman Pantheons, especially Nyx and Erebus, and Aether and Hemera. The only time they are allowed to involve themselves with humans is when the issue threatens the supernatural as well. Darkness ended up growing closer to Chthonic beings compared to Light growing closer to the more Heavenly beings, though both are very close to Sorath, the Demon of the Sun and their elder brother through Chaos.

Darkness has a very harsh and seemingly unfriendly personality when first encountered. While she is, for the most part, respectful of all life, she has been known to talk down to humans and looks at black and white perspectives with disdain. She does hold those close to her incarnations in very high regard, especially if they know and accept them for who they are (it should go without saying that she HATES Orion almost as much as Dark does). She is also INSANELY protective over her incarnations, usually taking control during moments of high negative emotions. This mostly has to do with the suicide of a past incarnation, Lament, who was born into a Puritan family and feared that her powers were of the Devil. Lament's death led Darkness to keep herself far away from their host, only appearing when absolutely needed, as she does not want anyone else to have to go through when Lament went through.

Despite her harshness coming from a place of concern and fear, mercy is not in her vocabulary and her hosts are usually the ones to keep her in check. She has, on occasion, hurt her own hosts, both by accident like using too much of her power when their bodies are unprepared for it, and as a way to punish them for stepping in her way when she was trying to protect them (these instances are very very rare, only happening once every few incarnations, and only when Darkness is enraged. Still not okay, but she knows she is not perfect and tries to make up for it with each incarnation).

Her relationship with Dark, her current host/incarnation is... tense at worst, amiable at best. A lot of Dark's traumas come from her association with Darkness and because of that, Darkness really has no idea how to help, especially when her host wouldn't let her kill the problem (aka Orion and Stoica). Dark, while somewhat resentful and willing to call them out on their bullshit, knows that it's not completely on Darkness for what others do to her and does hold her advice in high regard. Darkness knows she will be a powerful incarnation when Dark finally accepts her powers and duty to the Supernatural World.

As far as Shadow Robot Wars AU Canon, her story would be, for the most part, the same. However, due to Dark's trauma, she, reluctantly, agrees to be sealed and allow Dark to live a mostly normal life until needed. Dark is still able to use Shadows, but she is not nearly as powerful as she is when Darkness is released. In order to break the seal, Dark would need to collect the Relics of Darkness, guarded by past incarnations. Until she collects all of them, Darkness cannot release her full power, in theory. She is one of the daughters of Chaos, after all. And when she is finally released, unfortunately for Dark, she is NOT happy, despite agreeing to be sealed. Thankfully though, Debonair, the Quaestors and Orchidacea will be on the receiving end of her merciless rage.

It should be noted that despite her personality issues, she and her incarnations inspire loyalty from many of the supernatural, demonic and heavenly alike, similar to Light, and when she calls, they will answer.

On a side note, if I were to give her a theme song, it would be "Warbringer" by thefatrat. I also use "Ruthlessness" from Epic the Musical as inspiration for how she handles slights against her and her hosts.

Like I said in the tags of the meme post, this MAY not end up being canon in the Shadow Robot Wars Au, but if I do any other stories with Dark, Darkness will not be far behind.

[bookwyrminspiration]

I don't wanna sound ignorant, but how do we use your pronouns? I don't know how to use neopronouns and I'm sorry for that, but please explain. "no/it/whatever pronouns" -written on your bio. I hope I didn't offend you. That was not my intention. I was curious.

You're 100% okay! For most of us, the most important thing is a genuine intention and effort. If you mess up or don't know, that's fine. There's a learning curve--but if you mean well, that means a lot :)

The pronouns in my bio are the different sets I use. For me, this means no pronouns are my most accurate pronouns--for instance, substituting my name or my initial in place of a pronoun (ex: Quil said Q/Quil was going to write a 30 page keeper rant about pants later).

However! I am fully aware that's a little awkward and inconvenient, so I personally don't mind people using others at all. My second preference is for it/its pronouns--which are used the same way you'd refer to a creature or object (ex: Quil keeps complaining about how much it would hate all the leggings in keeper; it seriously won't shut up about them).

Some people worry this is dehumanizing or offensive--but I have asked you to do it. It's not offensive, they're my pronouns. I actually quite like the inhuman aspect personally, as I don't feel connected to the concept of human gender. It/its acknowledges that

Finally there's the "whatever" part. This is basically saying you're not limited to no pronouns or it/its, you can pick another pair if you like and use those. If they/them is easier, use that; I use those irl all the time just for simplicity. And this includes other neos, too. Feel free to ae/aer or xe/xir me, I don't care.

What I don't have in my bio is that I'm not the biggest fan of she/her, purely because usually people who do that assume I'm cis, and I'm not. I may refer to myself (specifically my past self) with she/her at times, but generally I prefer others pick another pair.

This is quite the lengthy explanation, but I hope that helps! The way my "gender" works is that I don't have one, so by association I don't really have pronouns? So no set is 100%. but like. You gotta call me something, so whatever gets the job done

thank you for asking :)

[pooklet]

Hey pooklet!!! How did you discover you're non-binary? Did your friends go well with it?

Hey anon!

Short answer: "Girl" never felt right to me, heard about nonbinary as a concept in my 20s on a random livejournal, exactly one of my close friends was cool about it and she's now my wife, lol.

Much, much longer answer under the cut.

I know it's a trope to say "I always felt wrong in my assigned gender" but in my case it's true. For me it was very confusing because I do like a lot of the femme stuff that kind of gets pushed at you when you're AFAB. Pink and dolls and dresses and long hair, stuff like that. But the idea that those things made me a "girl" just never sat right. I remember being like 13 and asking my first boyfriend "would you still like me if I wasn't a girl" and he was like "ew no" and it made me feel so deeply sad for reasons I couldn't quite explain. There were a lot of little instances like that, but that one really sticks out in my mind.

I first ran across the concept of being nonbinary on a livejournal community that I don't think had anything to do with gender? I don't remember where, it was some fandom or hobby thing. Like, I don't think it was this exactly, but it was something as silly as someone posting pictures of their BJD and being like "I decided this doll is nonbinary!" Something like that. And I was like wtf and immediately went down the rabbit hole. Which was much shorter like 12-13 years ago than it is today, but what I found made me go "oh shit, this is the thing, huh?"

Around that time, I was also starting to make more of an effort to get involved with Native American communities and studying the history of my specific nation (Oneida). I was raised by the white half of my family so it wasn't something I really got to experience growing up. And in doing so I learned about being Two-Spirit, and even though that's not how I identify per se (there's a lot of debate around exactly how you define being Two-Spirit and who has access to the label, etc.) it felt sort of like, idk, permission? Like, "this is part of my cultural heritage, it predates the gender binary, I'm allowed to not be a girl."

But it wasn't an all-at-once coming out sort of thing. I kinda floated it at the people closest to me, like "how would you feel if I wasn't a girl lol wouldn't that be crazy lol."

One of my two best friends at the time was very resistant to me not being a girl, us not being best girl friends, who had the sort of romantic-Victorian platonic-but-intense girl friendship. So we ended up having no friendship at all.

The person that I was dating at the time was outright hostile to the idea. Abusively hostile. And the thing about it was he (pronouns at the time, don't know if he's changed them, not going to look him up to find out) had also just come out as trans. He/him agender. And when I repeated that same question that I asked my 13-year-old boyfriend "would you still love me if I wasn't a girl?" His response was something to the tune of "I guess it's fine as long as you still have a girl's body." Which was a wild thing to hear from someone who was also AFAB. Weren't too long after that we broke up.

My other best friend @skulldilocks, maybe you've heard of her, she was my oasis. She never judged, she was curious and interested and so kind about it. The second I told her "I don't think I'm a girl" she was like "yeah, okay, you would know best" and that was it. She was one of maybe three people in my life (the other two being my cousins) that didn't tell me I was wrong or pushed back at all. She called me by my chosen name, used they/them pronouns, corrected herself when she got it wrong, and that was it. It was just, idk, easy. And it made me feel like maybe this wasn't some forbidden, shameful thing that I knew was true about myself, but I still couldn't tell anyone.

So I started to assert my gender and pronouns in online spaces. I was really clumsy about it at first, and my terrible experiences with the people that I had been closest to had me feeling very defensive, expecting a lot of pushback. Aaaand, I got it!

Some of it was definitely my own doing, like, getting upset with people who misgendered me out of confusion rather than active hostility, but there was a big faction that went right to work on the trolling. Most of it was contained on simsecret at first, with lots of secrets as well as huge threads of people saying that I was lying, calling me slurs, discussing my genitals, claiming to know me personally IRL and to have insider knowledge that I really was a girl and I was just doing all of this for attention.

And then it spilled over from simsecret to GoS, to my livejournal, to every part of the community that I engaged with. I went into lockdown mode. Deleted my livejournal, changed my email, turned off commenting or messaging where possible. I left the community completely for about a year and a half. I still played the game, still shared pics with @skulldilocks but I had no intention of returning.

But then stuff just kinda changed. It didn't have anything to do with me, it was just that more people were starting to identify outside the gender binary, so it stopped being so stigmatized in the community. Forums started cracking down on people being shitty about gender. And some very kind people sent messages to me through @skulldilocks saying that they hoped I came back some day. So I did. I still get the occasional hateful anon message but at this point there's literally nothing left that they can say to me that I haven't already heard a decade ago.

And there is definitely more kindness and love, now. Turns out if someone treats you like shit, you can just leave! Tell her to give you back your Sailor Moon manga and to never call you again! Kick him out of your house and take custody of the cats! Excise the assholes, curate your online space, don't get involved in bad faith "discussions" about parts of yourself that you know to be true. Who you are just ain't up for debate.

Also, if you find someone who is your oasis, who never presumes to know you better than you know yourself, who can answer the question “would you still love me if I wasn’t a girl” with an emphatic “fuck yes,” get your shit together, tell her you love her, and marry her. 10/10, highly recommend.

[koki-hai]

hai!!! could I req a naegi x togami noncon 1shot pls? 🍬

Yes!! Sorry it took a while! It's a bit longer than what I'd consider a oneshot but hopefully that's okay:) Thank you for the request! Nom om🍬

Note: Since there wasn't a specific role assigned to each I'm gonna write the obvious, being top Byakuya and bottom Makoto. Also I'm going to refer to them by their first names since I'm used to writing them that way. Also I'm gonna be using she/her pronouns for Chihiro since this is taken place before the class trial. Not really important but thought I'd add that.

Content Warning⚠️: Non-con, rape, sexual assault.

Neagami Non Con (Danganronpa 1 chapter 2 spoilers!!!)

Makoto was in the girls locker room, investigating the 2nd case of the killing game. As he was examining for any more clues aside from the obvious, the rope that was holding her up caught his eyes. Right before he could get a closer look at it, he felt a hand at his shoulder. He jumped with a squeal and he turned around to see who it was. "Oh.. it's just you.." Makoto greets with a shiver.

"But of course.. the presence of someone like me should always cause surprise from a commoner such as yourself.." the Ultimate Affluent Progeny chuckles with his arms crossed, seemingly amused with Makoto's reaction, "Do you have a second Makoto? I am in need of assistance in this investigation and you seem to be.. reliable for the time being.."

Wow Makoto thought. His friend asked him for help and called him useful somehow in the most rudest way, only Byakuya could hold. He brushed his rudeness aside, it wouldn't have been the first time so why should it matter. "Oh.. do you need my help with something?" He asks, tilting his head, curious about his inquiry.

"Since the last investigation, I've taken notice of your knowledge in paving the way to lead to Syakya's murderer.. feel free to embarace in my specialty.." he says with an arrogant smile plastered in his face. "Please meet me in the Archive in the Library on the second floor. Time is limited on my hands."

Makoto looked at him with a surprised yet offended face. He second that last thought he just had. Was this really the best he could honestly do? Yeah he's rich and all but there hasn't been an instance where he couldn't boast about for his own ego. In all honesty, Makoto probably needed Byakuya more than Byakuya needed him. He already would appreciate the company, but he was always admittedly forceful about the whole thing.

Makoto walked up the stairs to the second floor. He made his way to the double doors and pushes them open. He looked around the dark and moody room and saw the tall blonde. "Oh hey.. why couldn't we walk together?" Makoto asks looking up at him. An audible chuckle was heard from the heir. "You're so small Makoto.. how short are you?" He asks. The boys eyelids drop halfway, he couldn't argue he was right, every time he needed to talk to him he had to directly look up at him, it was almost a workout talking to the man, as if it wasn't already a whole chore to begin with.

"I'm only 5'3.." he says looking down at his hands, playing with his fingers. Even though he was always annoyed with Byakuya's heartless antics, this was till better than having to investigate the lifeless corpse of his friend. "Only? Hmph.. you humor me Makoto," he snickers, "I suppose this is why I can tolerate your existence.." He was met with another look from his smaller classmate.

"Thanks.. Byakuya.." he says gritting his teeth and a face that could only be described as about to throw a table with a cinnamon roll cute face. Maybe that was why the blonde wasn't at all intimidated by him. That or Byakuya just liked to see his face every time he took a shot at him.

"Now then.. let us proceed in the Archive, I believe there will be useful information that could be useful to this case." He says opening the door and waking in before Makoto. The brunette follows in and was greeted with a dusty and even more moodier room than the library.

"Woah! There's so many more books here," Makoto announces surprised, ".. are those files over there?" He asks pointing to the box containing folders with special stamps and reflective material embedded on each folder.

"Go ahead and take a look around.. there's a lot of interesting stuff in here.. most of this room is dedicated to classified documents and important articles not meant for the general public," Byakuya informs the smaller boy whole looking around at some other files at his side of the room, "I would exercise some caution if I were a peasant.. this is a quick way to make some enemies by simply peeking at those.." Byakuya warns, flipping through some books and skimming through the spines of the books on the shelves.

"W-what?! Really?! But how was Monokuma able to get all these files?! Is he apart of the government?!" Makoto asks in a panic, closing one of the flies he was just about to read. "Heh.. I wondered the same thing.. I suppose whoever is in control of that little bear has some connections.. I have a room like this back at home.. much bigger than this.. well kept too.." he brags, having an audible arrogant smile kept in his voice.

"Huh?! Look I know you're rich and all but I don't think they just hand those out to anyone with some money.." Makoto says, reading through the spines on the books, not exactly sure what he's looking for but simply doing what the heir had commanded him to do.

Another giggle was heard Byakuya once again. "Oh Makoto.. you know nothing of many things.. I should promote you to my personal jester.. I haven't had a laugh quite like this in a while.." Makoto heard a couple of footsteps get louder in his direction. "What are you reading Makoto?" He whispers, hovering over the brunette. "Huh?" He asks and turns around, or he tried to.

The tall blonde wrapped one hand around his waist, holding him tight and the other over his mouth. "Shush now.. you'll make my stomach hurt.." he huffs in Makoto's ear. He then pushes down Makoto to the floor and pins him down with one hand, restricting most of his movement. Makoto heart was beating quickly, panicking and wondering what had caused his Byakuya's whole demeanor to flip. He fiddles with Makoto's zipper and pulls down his pants, bit without a struggle since the brunette started moving his hips up and down, trying to stop the creep from getting into his pants. He palms Makoto, trying to stimulate him to 'prep' him for what's to come next, getting a whimper from poor Makoto.

"Oh Makoto... are you even trying to escape? You're not even screaming.. but don't even think of trying anything either you peasant.." he says in a husky voice, teasing his member under the thin fabric. He trickles his fingers over the stretchy fabric of Makoto's boxers. His erection grows bit by bit, feeling his teasing. Makoto hated this feeling. He felt so violated and wanted out but he didn't know why he was silent, his throat felt like it was being closed off by some force, he might as well be suffocating in place right now.

When he could finally get the stamina to try to move and kick around, Byakuya's hands were already creeping inside his boxers, rubbing at the special member he wanted. And then Makoto's shaft out, it was hard and he was already dripping with his natural lubricant. He then felt the blonde's hand begin to pump him. As much as Makoto wanted out he couldn't help but whimper. He was scared of his so called friend now that he was assaulting him and he believed all those arrogant comments he made about not crossing paths with him, the consequences sounded real to him and not just empty threats now that he was in such a helpless position.

After a few seconds of torture and heaven, Makoto felt soft lips around his tip. He began to whimper more and tears began to fall down his cheeks. Byakuya looked up at the boy and groaned, feeling a little bad, he knew Makoto was Innocent looking on the outside, but he also knew he must've had some sort of other side to him hiding behind that clean demoner. He was quickly taken out of his mental gymnastics when he felt Makoto's body go limp right after just vibrating, resisting to give up until he inevitably did. He continued to sob on place as his dick felt too many stimulating feelings he couldn't process,the soft walls, the warm and wet tight space of his throat, it was too much, so all he could do was just wsir it all out as he sobbed quietly on the floor.

Byakuya appreciated his compliance and submissiveness, he may as well touched himself too just to get him going as well. While he was enjoying himself, licking his length, feeling every last drop of sweat, cum, and even the small veins coursing within, beating quickly, he was getting annoyed of his soft yelping. Yes he did enjoy Makoto's misery a ton, but he just wouldn't shut up. He scooted up, as he did he unzipped his own fly and grind himself onto Makoto's stomach. He leaned his face towards his and began to kiss him to quiet him down. It wasn't that he was being too loud, hell everyone was already investigating in a completely different area. And Makoto's whimpers was no more above a whisper, but man did the blonde really want to feel every bit of him. There, he could feel the faint vibrating whimpers though his soft yet chapped lips.

Makoto's body stiffened at the sudden action, but he soon began to relax in the kiss, seeing as how this was the only intimate form of contact throughout this entire thing. Byakuya went slow and steady for the kiss, not forcful or going too fast or he'd get the opposite effect. Instead of expecting silence, he herd a quiet moan or hum from the boy, he couldn't tell apart but he didn't mind. Makoto didn't exactly kiss back but just let it happen. Tears still slipped through the cracks between his closed eyelids but he could only do so much to calm himself down, he struggled less and his annoying pleads stopped.

A couple of minutes after, Byakuya leaned up away from the kiss, looking down at Makoto only to realize he feel asleep through the kiss. How could he already sleep right after being assaulted to aggressively? The kids was admittedly soft but he also adapted soon, almost too soon. Byakuya was about to get up but a thought came to mind. He leaned down and tugged tightly at Makoto's hair, hearing an audible voice of discomfort. "Dare to tell anyone and I'll make sure your throat gets sore.." he whispers into his ear. He gets up and leaves a sleeping Makoto in the closet, his fly still down and exposed, still hard and wet with precum and full of Byakuya's saliva and dried up tear trails down his face.

[ofthatcolossalwrxck]

PINNED POST.

★ 。＼WILBUR SOOT｜REVIVEBUR ERA.／。★

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — roleplay account for c!wilbur; canon-divergent, operates in the same timeline as the events of post-hitting on sixteen up until the finale. the character's ending is NOT canon to this blog. +

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[boltslutters]

and hmmmm can i have more detail on the mins and meds? whatever you'd like to share.

Mins/Meds are a cyborg/machine species created as something of a "last defense" to a massive Dyson Sphere structure. They live on its surface, which has been covered in earth to protect from asteroid strikes, and is orbited by like, three stars.

Mins are the majority between the two, they're like bees and Meds are the queen bees.

So I've mentioned that when a Min's head splits open, it heals and they gain some sort of weird magical ability. This is because they're not fully machine. Their "brains" are made out of a fungi and they have a circulatory system of a fuel-like substance I call blood. The existence of the fungi attract a soul-crystal thing that naturally starts to form and build up inside of them. When the head unit is broken open, the soul crystals rapid cover up the wound, and start fracturing into the "bloodstream", where they become infused into the blood and start causing the magical effects when damaged. Usually, the composition is affected by individual Mins personality, leading to different abilities I conveniently make similar to an individual's personalities.

There's actually a lot of diseases, industries, and additives related to Mins and their blood because they can't make it naturally, they must harvest it from the environment. Most animals and some plants on the planet also rely on some form of blood as like, regular blood, so Mins have their own forms of agriculture to make and harvest blood. I've got some details on this, namely a couple diseases and additives. The fact that their brains are organic and not mechanical mean they're also subject to being impaired by contaminants and sometimes they do it on purpose as they're also driven by emotion like us.

In general Mins don't have any kind of romantic or sexual attraction because they build their own descendants and there is no need for that kind of stuff. They are still a super social species and have their own social customs. For instance, pronouns. While most Mins use he/him as an individual, non-gendered pronoun (this only applies to Mins don't get it twisted with reality), Meds use a formal version of this where you add an s in front of every word (She/Shim/Shis) (It's also okay to use the feminine (She/hers) for Meds if you can't remember this version). These pronouns are more status than they are gender; any Min who does similar work (doctors/mechanics, building your own descendants, or taking up a leadership/political role) usually end up switching pronouns to the formal ones.

Mins are given a serial number when they're built: Their Med's name (usually some type of star) and whatever number came next in their production or a unique code. However, a lot of Mins get nicknames based on what they do (This could be something like 'Blacksmith' or 'Herder'), a notable trait, usually with gunslingers or other performing roles ('Steel Footing' for standing on the back of a horse or 'Ringa Styx' for leaving a 'ring of six' bullets in an opponents head and I could Not pass up the reference to the river of the dead even if they probably wouldn't have something like the Styx) or their crystal given ability as it's similar to their personailty (Something like 'Sticky Shot').

As a final note: Mins aren't invulnerable from weather like most machines. Much in the way that you put a tarp on your car to protect it from weather, Mins usually wear some form of clothing as protection/cultural significance/it just looks cool man leave me alone/etc. It is ungendered (because they dont have gender) and mostly dependent on again, status and occupation.

Most of the time, Mins and Meds live in small, closed societies where Meds don't make more Mins than they need to. These Mins are usually very carefully made, designed to last a really long time, and are made for specific purposes.

Then there's the ones made quickly in emergency situations, such as war (you'd think being able to control and carefully manage your own population and with miles of 90% desert meant that you shouldn't experience war but it really does take one bad egg to ruin a batch), natural disaster, etc etc. They usually don't live very long and are often pretty numerous. A lot of the time when it happens, Meds and their little in-group of specially made Mins (usually called U-mins), usually try to ignore their other Mins (L-Mins) and hope they just die out on their own. But surprise, Meds aren't exclusively capable of repairing and making Mins. The L-Mins started forming their own societies where they made and repair other L-Mins, meaning that they're persisting longer than the Meds and U-Mins wanted them to. L-mins are usually self-governed in little towns and cities and often get into fights with other groups of L-Mins more often as L-Mins are more subject to scarcity than their U-Min counterparts. The Ouruls don't help either.

Ouruls are like demons, but kind of on steroids. They can be summoned from their inverted world dimension and made to do a Min's bidding. Ouruls can't die. They heal and grow into trees, and rot and decay into animals in an infinite cycle. They do split apart, fuse, and loose memories, so they're not constant. Ouruls might have special, magical abilities, but not always. Most of the time, Ouruls are used by L-Mins as they are the ones who need the (free) help the most, and there are dedicated groups for interpreting and using the texts that allow them to summon Ouruls (created by Malxivos). They're pretty organized as far as L-Min groups go; they don't like non-Ouranists (Mins part of Ourul groups) using the Ouruls and they don't allow anyone to use it for personal or financial gain (Ouranists actually get into a lot of scuffles with gunslingers; a lot of gunslingers use Ouruls to get an edge in gunfights and the Ouranists don't like that).

The Min's planet is absolutely MASSIVE. It's a freaking Dyson sphere that's like, at minimum the size of Mercury's orbit, maybe bigger. There's massive bands of different biomes, and most Mins think the world is flat because of how freaking big it is. Circumnavigating the globe is damn near impossible. The planet also lacks in certain natural resources, like oil, leading to a slower development of technology, leaving them in a steampunk-esc state of technology.

[daisychainsandbowties]

how did you figure out that you’re nonbinary and that you specifically use they/them pronouns? /genq

oh okay so figuring out gender was a ‘casper is stupid for 17 entire years’ situation.

i basically came out of the cradle insisting that it was cringe and terrible of my parents to think of me as a girl. i was, emphatically, a Pokémon obsessed little guy since i could form entire sentences. but it was 2002, and frankly i was more concerned with how far i could spit and collecting spiders off the bushes to be worried about it. my parents (bless) were 100% cool with getting my clothes in the boys section & letting me do whatever i wanted (except get ice cream from the ice cream van every day. their one and only instance of homophobia 😔) so i didn’t really suffer, especially, beyond scowling at people in school when they dared to refer to me. 

it was pretty clear to me when i was 11 that having a cursed body was, indeed, going to be a curse. not worth mentioning how terrible and evil 11-14 was for me physically, tho to be fair i also took up swordfighting then so swings and roundabouts.

but yeah, around when i was 9 i knew there was a huge massive problem but then my mom got cancer (multiple myeloma) and… yeah gender crisis took a backseat while we watched her almost die about three times (pulmonory embolism, stem-cell transplant, getting shingles with no immune system bc chemo). my grandmother looked after me while Hospital.

unhelpful to the anti-trans-kids-existing demons bc she was also like intensely indulgent of my refusal to wear anything but my brazil football jersey. she let me eat nothing but artificial cheese slices put on a single slice of white bread and then microwaved because i had the massive trump card of not being allowed to see my mother for almost six months. i think she was grateful that i seemed to find the whole situation too serious to cry over. my best friend was a boy & he was pretty willing to be like ‘ok cool. ur not a girl. can we go on the trampoline?’ 

& then, when things calmed down & i was about 16/17, i had come out as gay (good for me) about two years before & then i realised i was oh fuck A Bit More Complicated than that i spent a while agonising over it. really a long walks on the beach pondering my gay ass type deal.

but then, just when i was kind of starting to vibe with being enby, I got really really sick, which lasted aboooout 5/6 years where it was just an old school platforming game but titled ‘casper tries not to die while trying to get a degree & two masters’). very do not pass go do not collect 200 of the universe to Do That. but hey. 

so it was around Pandemic when i finally got the brainspace to actually think, & i realised that i was definitely trans, probably nonbinary. i experimented for a while with different pronouns. realised my ‘dumbass nickname everyone has to call me’ was my ACTUAL NAME (never underestimate my stupidity and ignorance) & yeah at first i was thinking of going the hormones path (do not ever please god don’t get me started on how hard that is in this stupid bastard country. 5 years waiting period, on average. have to get diagnosed formally by a team of psychiatrists with what is characterised as a ‘mental illness’. have to ‘live’ - as Some Fucker sees it - as your ‘chosen’ gender for like two years AND be out to basically everybody - realistic and safe i say sarcastically i say while looking into the camera like i'm on the office - oh look i got started. anyway. bullshittery)

but eventually i realised huh nope i just wanted top surgery (same fucking deal with the health service tho) & for people to use they/them generally (i am not too fussed w/ pronouns for myself tho. like, a lot of my friends use he/him because frankly i deserve it most of the time with the himbo behaviour. professionally i insist on they/them for consistency. i get congnitive dissonance with she/her as in i get a weird shock & want to laugh & wonder who the fuck they’re talking about for a sec before i realise it’s me. but like, miffed too much i am not).

also gender is a big pendulum for me it’s an elliptic orbit sometimes for a few weeks i’m like a feminine guy and other times i feel like a masculine gay & sometimes i feel like the autism creature (bc i AM an autism creature, always). 

but i have, essentially, felt nonbinary always. trust me i have a pic of blue-eyed blond 5y/o me sitting on my bed in my Pokemon-themed room wearing a Manchester United jersey and holding my PS2 controller in my hands with a profoundly vacant and himboish expression on my face. it did fully take me 17 whole years to have my ‘oh’ moment about it, but a lot of that was profoundly indulgent parents who were you can’t even imagine how determined to not raise me the way they were raised - which meant, apparently, that if i wanted to be a spider-collecting, bug obsessed pokémon-fixated little guy who kept snapping branches off the bamboo and fashioning makeshift swords out of them - well then that was the creature they’d send to school every day. 

i think the tldr here is: casper stupid. gender a concept. 

[foster-ya]

okay, lemme go on a tiny rant here that might piss some people off..

I’m a tad bit annoyed at the way pronouns for Tav are used in the BG3 fandom, because the more I look through BG3 related posts that mention Tav, it’s just like IMMEDIATELY assumed that Tav is female and therefore most of the time, Tav is referred to with she/her pronouns and it’s just like HUH??

you guys do realize, that men and nonbinary folks play this game, right? and that the concept of Tav IN ITSELF basically means “player insert of no specific gender that lets the player choose which pronouns and name are used for them”

and you just assume, that everyone has a female Tav?? What??

it’s just really frustrating to me, that we have this character in the fandom that is BY ALL MEANS entirely unspecified in basically ALL DETAILS apart from the fact that they go through the story of BG3, in however shape or form they may do that

maybe only I personally am pissed off by this, since I’m a person that only uses they/them and he/him pronouns and gets pretty strong dysphoria from imagining myself as female, but I’ve noticed that I’m not the only non female person that gets annoyed at this

sure, if the author of, for instance a fanfic, clarifies, that Tav is specifically female in the scenario that they wrote, then I (and everyone else that feels this way) don’t have any right to complain about that, it was specified

but very often, the she/her pronouns and all kinds of feminine features are just randomly thrown at the reader, without the gender of Tav ever being discussed before and that just frustrates me

I’m not saying that I have anything against people writing fanfic or scenarios with a female Tav in mind, but it would just be nice if they could clarify that in the description of it, before I go and read it only to be disappointed by the fact that they were writing about a female/afab Tav the entire time

yeah sorry this became really long, but it’s just something I’ve noticed recently and it’s been annoying me quite a bit, so here you go

again, I don’t mean any disrespect towards any writer, I just personally think that it would be way easier to either 1. just use they/them pronouns for Tav or 2. specify the gender of Tav in the description of the fanfic beforehand

[dxncingxqueen]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST.

name. Jay!

pronouns. she/her!

preference  of  communication.  I’m becoming more in tune with discord, and I’m willing to give it out if anyone asks. Tumblr IMs are okay too!

name  of  muse. Nayako Hayashi, my bbygirl,,,,

rp  experience  /  how  long. uhhhh I’ve been roleplaying online since 2017 soooo,,,, 6-7 years I think?? Not a super long time

best  experience. Honestly I can’t even name one specific instance bc the tumblr rp experience is the best I’ve had since I’ve started rping. Like every experience is the best one.

rp  pet  peeves  /  dealbreakers. Idk why but I hate when people don’t use punctuation in between quote marks. Like it’s literally a nitpick but I can’t rp with someone who does that. Also I’m not particularly fond of ppl who are overly negative or critical about the fandom they’re rping in. Like it gives off a sense that you don’t enjoy rping in that specific fandom and it makes me feel uncomfy to rp with you. I could go on but then we’d be here all day lol.

fluff,  angst,  or  smut. Fluff and smut!! I’m up for angst as well but I’m sensitive so it’s not always a priority 😭 I’ll still do it tho!

plots  or  memes. MEEEEMES SEND ME MEMES. I AM SO MUCH BETTER AT HAVING SOMETHING TO WORK WITH THAN JUST BUILDING SMTH UP FROM SCRATCH. SEND ME MEMES PLS I BEG.

long  or  short  replies. It honestly depends on what the thread is honestly! Then again I do write a lot so sometimes my replies end up being long on accident lmao

best  time  to  write. Whenever I feel like it! Usually during the evenings or at night!

are  you  like  your  muse. Very much so yes! We are both chronic overthinkers and don’t know wtf to do in social situations Lmao. We’re both disasters.

Tagging: steal it. I know you want to.

[sporesgalaxy]

Oh yeah. erm. The Content Warnings. this is a Very Adult Cartoon and it just hit me that I've mostly said silly things about it.

•••

Just off the top of my head,

All 3: Blood & gore, body horror, referenced & threatened sexual assault, referenced & depicted child abuse.

1998: child gets shot dead onscreen, depictions/ threats of sexual harrassment (as a Bad Thing to signify Bad Characters) (it's generally short-lived and not vouyeristic)

Stampede: pregnancy horror once toward the end, some medical horror, onscreen suicide (thanks for reminding me Summer!)

Manga: Okay this one basically has everything you could need to be warned about and is most of the reason why I felt I should warn you.

I am still reading so there may be more than I say here

For the most part it's just a lot of body horror and blood and gore, with one instance of pregnancy horror at the very beginning. There's medical horror again later on, and one instance of onscreen attempted suicide by a child.

Towards the last 30 chapters or so, it gets more intense.

There is a character that at first comes across as the Murderous Dissociative Identity Disorder Stereotype, but then subverts it!

Both his host personality and protective alter are trained assassins, the alter is just more ruthless and became violent before the assassin training. It is made abundantly clear that the alter only became violent out of a desire to protect himself and the host, but the alter is shown taking pleasure in this violence as well. That said, many "normal" people and minor antagonists have been shown to take pleasure in violence at this point, so it doesn't come across as unique to his having DID. The host gets a redemption arc first, and seems to lose the alter, but the alter returns and completes a character arc later on. The host feels bad for making the alter take so much abuse their whole lives, but the alter clearly loves and forgives him. We see a flashback of the alter helping the host to survive assassin training, and they work together to be strong enough to fight a very powerful opponent :)

During that guy's backstory arc, the alter murders a small dog offscreen as retribution for it unintentionally putting the host in a dangerous situation.

A character is introduced who is referred to as a "transvestite." She is an antagonist on the side of the guys trying to destroy the world. People seem to instantly recognize her as a "transvestite" but no one comments on this beyond referring to her as such (besides Meryl mentally noting that this woman's figure is better than her own). The way the mangaka draws men and women is already not really THAT different, so in my opinion her design just comes across as another tall woman like Millie, but with a smaller waist. In the translation I'm reading illegally online, it referred to her with he/him pronouns breifly when she was first introduced, but has used she/her the rest of the time. There has been one instance of a character calling her a "guy," getting ignored, and then correcting to "woman." She's mostly super badass and has a giant fuckoff nail gun. She's trans and she's killing good guys but it's as like a skilled assassin who's honed her craft and is stoically but intensely loyal to Knives for unknown reasons. Nothing about her personality screams "creepy transwoman stereotype" to me yet is what I guess I'm trying to say, but I'm still reading and I'm not a trans woman so I could be wrong. I'll keep you posted.

Lastly, Legato's backstory has been revealed to include implied sexual slavery, featuring breif and nonvouyeristic but still onscreen depictions of forced sex. It also was specifically homosexual, although that hasn't been commented on by him or anyone. This is given to be his reason for losing all faith in humanity, and for placing no value on his own life. The entire point of Trigun is finding reasons to carry on even under the worst of circumstances and when people are the most cruel and horrible, so by the end when this appears it doesn't give the feeling of being sudden or pointless torture porn. Still it is a very intense thing to touch on and depict.

I've been seeing a lot of Trigun posts around and ngl it's got me interested in the show! What's your recommendation for what to start with first? Like reading the manga first or starting with Stampede?

I actually really recommend MY experience, which was Trigun 1998 -> Trigun Stampede -> Trigun & Trigun Maximum manga

I'll explain why under the cut :) But tl;dr the order is

Very Little Lore Explained -> Some Lore Explained -> All Lore Explained And Woven Beautifully Into The Themes

Trigun 1998

the Trigun 1998 anime was made before the manga was finished, so some major plot points towards the end are very different because they were at least partially improvised. There is also very very little worldbuilding lore revealed in the 1998 anime-- but when they did touch on it, it really piqued my interest!

I'd imagine the 1998 anime might be a bit disappointing to watch after Stampede or the manga, when you're aware of all the cool characters and worldbuilding you're missing out on. Going into 1998 blind, I just felt vaguely confused yet emotionally compelled & willing to accept it because YeeHaw Space Cowboy, yknow?

Stampede

Trigun Stampede was made after the completion of the manga, and was clearly more than excited to dig into the worldbuilding and villain buildup that the original anime missed out on. But as I've said it ends up so tightly paced that it's missing the weight 1998's slower pacing could lend to the Average Human Lives around Vash.

It will offer you much more worldbuilding and some very strong character introductions, which I think are good lead-ups for meeting the characters in their Fullest Forms in the manga.

The Manga

Now, the animes are gonna leave you with a lot of questions. About character motivations and Plants, mostly. You'll feel the themes were well-delivered, but have the distinct feeling that they could be stronger. They're also going to leave you wanting more time to spend with these charming, lovable characters.

I am delighted to say that the manga delivers everything you could possibly be left wanting for after the animes BEAUTIFULLY, AND THEN SOME!!!!!!! I've been devouring it at a record pace and it has yet to disappoint. The themes and their spectacular deliveries are changing my brain chemistry. I'm absorbing it into my soul.

Please Please Please even if you dont like either anime, read the manga anyway. Especially if you don't like either anime because you feel they don't deliver on their philosophical musings adequately. Because the manga DOES deliver. So much. Please I'm begging. It's so good it's so fucking good

[wolvesandwerewolvesbaby]

Umbrella Academy—Viktor’s identity

Tw: discussion of trans identity & deadnames

So. I’ve seen a couple people rewrite their fanfics after Elliot and Viktor’s coming out as trans, and changing season 1 Vanya to Viktor, adjusting the pronouns to be respectful. It’s thoughtful, but I’m not sure it’s necessary. Sort of a ‘he’s a little confused but he’s got the right spirit’ meme, maybe? And here’s what I mean:

Viktor is trans, which means there was a point in his life that he used she/her pronouns and a different name. I think changing the character he used to be to reflect who his character currently is, is sort of…unnecessary? Because it implies that his past happened in a different way, and to me sort of implies that he has gone by the name Viktor and the pronouns he/him even in previous seasons…almost implying that he’s always been Viktor. Which isn’t true. Even if Viktor (and Elliot) was always trans, if he was always sort of aware of something uncomfortable in his identity, that doesn’t mean he was always Viktor—he had to figure out who he was, and come to terms with his identity and relax into it. It’s a sort of character development that follows behind the actor’s personal identity and coming out.

Years ago, (and I wish I could find it, but I will look around for it) I read an article by a trans man, and essentially it was: I am proud to be trans. In pride, there’s always a lot of gay specific pride (as there should be) but he said trans pride was still sort of misunderstood by cis people, even if they were both cis and queer. Sort of a, who would want to go thru transition/assuming that a trans man would be happier if he had been born as a man?. But the thing is, he was not just proud to be a man, he was proud to be a trans man—and while he’s dealt with dysphoria, he never felt that he was necessarily born in the wrong body. He was a little girl and he did little girl things and he made friends with other little girls; he identified as a girl. And as he grew, and he came into his own identity, that changed and he started going by he/him pronouns—but he said he wasn’t ashamed of his past as a girl, and he was proud to be a trans man specifically. He loved the girl he used to be. He’s proud she started questioning herself and transitioned to become a boy. That doesn’t mean he wishes he were born as a boy. He liked being himself, as he was; someone who used to be a girl, but wasn’t anymore. All of his experiences pulled together to make him who he was, and if he had been born as a boy, he would have had different experiences, and maybe even a different identity.

I guess what I’m saying is, it sort of feels like erasing that past of Viktor as a girl sort of dismisses that he is a trans man even while it reiterates that he is a man. it’s okay to refer to Viktor’s past self as someone who used to go by she/her in the past, even while respecting who he is and always was.

And to over explain myself, let’s say for instance, if it was Luther who had Viktor’s line during the bachelor party, he could have said, ‘Remember when I used to marry Viktor’s action figures when we were kids?’ And that would have been correct and respectful, because otherwise he would be deadnaming his brother. But if they had decided for some reason to show a flashback of that scene, and shown a little Luther getting caught by another little boy labeled Viktor—that would be confusing and disingenuous and maybe even a little inadvertently disrespectful. Because it would be implying, just like rewriting season one or two fanfiction, that Viktor has always been Viktor, or that he is a cis man, when he isn’t and that isn’t a bad thing. But it’s also not something to hide or change. It’s not only okay to be trans, but I think it’s worth celebrating.

I hope all this makes sense.

That having been said, I don’t think it’s necessarily wrong to be rewriting your fanfiction—it’s fanfiction. You can do literally whatever you want to with it. I think it’s actually sort of kind. And that not every trans person is the same, and maybe some would even prefer it, so do whatever you think fits. I just think the points above are something to consider, at least.

To note: Currently, I don’t think that I’m trans, but I’m sure that I’m queer, even if I don’t quite know who I am yet. so if anyone who is trans would like to reply with any input, go ahead.

[nuggiesnoogie]

Be on Time

Nanami Kento

-> College au//non-academic reader//assignment partners//third person POV//female pronouns//Romance

Desc: You, arguably last in your class, were paired with the indisputable best and you try your hardest not to disappoint.

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“I mean… I did better on this one.” She said with a slight drift of her voice. She broke her eyes away from the online score, set the laptop aside, and flopped backwards on her bed. Okay, sure, maybe she wasn’t the best studier, the most studious worker, and struggled to pay attention in class, but at least she could say she was there, in college. That within itself was an accomplishment.

School for her had always been a constant uphill struggle. Whenever she started to get used to the content they learned in class, they move on, and then forgets all about it when exams come around. Studying was just too boring to do consistently as whenever she tried she ended up distracted in the end. And long assignments? She always procrastinated until the last second. So sure, maybe some of that was on her, but didn’t defeat the fact that even if she did try her hardest, she wouldn’t understand.

Although, there was at least one specific instance when she did attempt her very best work. And on that note… her eyes glided to the corner of the screen and she choked on her spit. “Shit, I’m gonna be late!” She thought she had more time!

She departed her dorm and headed off to the library as fast as she could, all the way across campus, and spotted her partner already set up and working. She set down her things across him from while trying to catch her breath.

“You’re 15 minutes and 10 seconds late.” He said, not bothering to look up from his laptop.

“Wow…” she heaved and relaxed back in her chair, “you even counted the seconds in your head? Impressive.”

He adjusted his glasses, “there are clocks everywhere. I have a watch. Stop wasting time more time and start working.”

The student took a look at her surroundings and then his wrist. She slowly nodded. “Right.” She got out her own stuff and noticed how much less it was. One notebook compared to his three sprawled out, zero text books to his two, no stack of sticky notes, and only a multicolored pen compared to his five different utensils neatly lined up. His side of the table was a visualization of Kento Nanami. It was some wicked string of fate that the worst student in class was paired with the best. She frankly didn’t even know how someone like her and someone like him both existed in the same Alma mater.

She often found her eyes gliding to him in their shared class, usually when it was dreadfully boring. He sat in the front, never looking up once at the board as he dutifully wrote down notes. Honestly, the way he presented himself on the first day of class, slacks held up by a sleek leather belt, a wrinkle free button up shirt, and slickly styled hair, she thought he was he was the professor.

She was honestly relieved and her heart skipped a beat when he sat down among the other students. Always to the point whenever he presented or gave a speech, never skipping class or coming in late, constant questions and clarifications. She probably could listen to him speak all day and never get bored or distracted… well maybe his face would distract her for a while, but she would definitely, most likely, hopefully, go back to paying attention to his words.

She couldn’t pin point why she felt that way toward him. She looked down at her own attire. Pajama pants and a sweat shirt. The embarrassing realization set in that she completely forgot to change. Maybe it was because he was everything that she wasn’t.

“Let me see your work so far.” He said, his piercing brown eyes digging into her.

Oh shit, she hadn’t even opened a document yet—hell, not even looked at the syllabus for that matter. So far, the most amount of work done was opening her half page full notebook and laptop. In spite of that, she panicked and just turned her device around and pushed it toward the blonde. His eyebrows somehow lowered more than before.

“So you just sat around and ruminated about some grade you got?” He sharply questioned. Her eyes widened as she snatched the laptop back and closed out of it with the clear her throat, trying to distract from the heat on her face.

Her shoulders lifted, “I-I mean hey, it was the best I’ve gotten in a while.”

“A 17 out of 30 is the best you’ve gotten in a while?” He repeated in a deadpanned manner, obviously not as enthused about her ‘accomplishment’ as she.

She tapped her pointer fingers together. “Well now that you say it out loud…”

“Okay. Listen closely.” His hardened eyes bore into her. “This needs to be done by the end of the week.”

Her eyes turned to saucers as she slammed her hands on the table and leaned forward. “Huh? I thought we had until the end of the semester to turn it in?! Oh crap did I get the date wrong again-“

“Quiet down. You’re in a library.” He reminded. She obeyed and quickly sat back. “You weren’t wrong. I just want this done and over as soon as possible. However, If you don’t think you can handle it then tell me now so I can start working on your half.”

Ah of course. That made sense. She wouldn’t want to work with her longer than necessary either. Although, she gave him a pleading expression. “N-No! Please, let me try. I at least want to try… I really don’t want to be a burden.”

He adjusted his clean press, button shirts sleeve. Even for the smallest of occasions, he strived to look formal. “Then do it. Be done with at least a quarter by the end of today.”

“Okay! Will do.” She said and went to work. Some of her wished she hadn’t succumb to his demands as easily as she did, but his commanding tone and authoritative aura made it hard to disobey… So when she started and her mind began to wander, it wasn’t anything deliberate. “So… what’s your major?”

“Business.”

“I should have guessed, you already look the part. I’m half ready for you to tell me I’m fired.”

He left the air empty.

She tapped on a random key. “Do you know what you want to do specifically in business? Like sales or taxing… or fiscal…”

He covered his mouth as it sounded like he held back a sneeze. Although she can see through the cracks in his hand he was slightly smiling. Wait…

“Did you laugh at me?”

The blonde dropped his hand but ignored her, any remnants or hints of a smile completely wiped away. She nearly doubted herself, but her mouthed tended to most faster than her kind.

“Holy crap I didn’t know you did that!” She exclaimed happily.

He repeated the held back laugh again, but in a lesser, more discreet degree. “Focus. Now isn’t the time for games.”

She paid her attention back to her screen. Right. A quarter. It was only… 25? Yeah, 25 percent of the whole thing. That shouldn’t be difficult. The assignment also felt familiar, so she should breeze through.

Should. But, of course, that wasn’t what happened.

She worked the hardest she could to get things done, but each chunk there were times where she would get stuck or lost. At that point she’d simply move on. During one of these very points, she dramatically sighed then pushed back her seat.

“I’m gonna go-“

“Make it quick.”

She returned half an hour later.

“What took you so long?” He hadn’t bothered looking up and his facial expression stayed cold, but his tone of voice made it clear he was upset.

“What, a girl can’t take a shit in peace?” She quipped back.

That took him off guard as his next words stumbled on his tongue. She laughed at him then placed down two drinks. “Kidding. I went to the cafe and the line was really long.” Finally, he tore his gaze away from the screen to look at his partner, then to the coffee cup. “I would have asked you what you wanted if I wasn’t cut off, so you got you what I get and it’s kinda sweet. Uh, both the action and the coffee.”

Nanami’s eyes returned to his laptop. “You wasted your money.”

She gently pushed the cup closer with her pinky. “If you really feel bad then you can drink it and make sure it doesn’t go to waste. And you didn’t bother to let me finish so that’s on you cause you never said you didn’t want anything.”

“I never said I wanted anything either.”

“Then it’s a sorry/apology gift for being paired with me.” She chuckled, bringing one knee up into her chair.

They both went back to work and sometime soon, she noticed her partner began packing up.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“It’s time to go.” It was as he said. 5pm, sharp. “You should learn to pay more attention to the time.”

“I-I… yeah. Sorry.”

“Don’t bother apologizing, just do it.” He stoically said. She flinched and shrunk in her chair. She nearly missed it, but there seemed to be some hint of remorse in his eyes. Before she could comment, he spoke up. “Are you done with a quarter?”

She glanced back to her screen and nodded with the wave of her hand. The fragmented sections probably added up to a quarter… maybe. “Pff, yeah, of course. I’ll be leaving in a bit.”

He didn’t bother to check. “Tomorrow, same time. Don’t be late.”

She watched him leave before slumping and letting her head hit the table with a hard thump. “Ow, ow…” she said as she rubbed the spot.

The next day, she was late. Again.

“You’re late by the exact same time. Again.”

“Even the seconds? Wow. At least there is some sort of consistency in my life…” she mumbled, then brightly smiled at the dead expressioned Kento before opening her laptop. “I’m late because I spent the whole night getting half of my part done, so I ended up over sleeping.”

She slid it around and proudly showed him the fruits of her nightly labor. He deeply exhaled, using the pad to scroll up and down. The expression of impressed she was waiting for never came. All she got was an eye twitch.

“Is the even the same assignment? Did you look at the syllabus?”

She handed over said paper and he let out an exasperated sigh. “That is for your other class.” He pointed to the date, “two semesters ago.”

“Wha-really?! Oh…”

He pushed up his glasses and gave her things back, as well as his syllabus. “I need to get back to work.”

She didn’t bother speaking after that, thoroughly embarrassing herself enough. He probably would start working on hers and though she desperately didn’t want that, didn’t say anything to protest outside of doing the real assignment. At 5pm once more, he began to pack up. He went around the table and before he could leave, she finally spoke.

“I’m sorry… I’m really, really sorry. I’m trying the best I can. I didn’t want to rely on you… I don’t want you to see me as just some incompetent dumbass.” A tear rolled down her cheek as she hugged her self, tightly shutting her eyes. “I’m not the best at school and I’m okay with doing bad, but I don’t want my partners to be dragged down with me.”

She heard shuffling. He probably left. It’s for the best. But what was that nice scent?

A soft trail from a napkin gently swipes under her eyes. She looked up. Kento was slightly bent down, his arm outstretched to her face as he held a napkin. His expression is less rigid than before, easing her nerves just a tad. “Dumb people let themselves struggle and end up dying a pointless death in the end when all they had to do was ask for help.”

Her head slightly tilted as she sniffled. “…isn’t this is a history assignment?”

“It would have helped if you asked yourself that while working on that last night.” He said lightly. Probably the kindest he has spoken to her, any of his previously intimidating previous tone was absent.

She tittered somewhat bitterly, her face warm and stomach doing flips. He’s pretty close. “You have a point.”

He shook his head and drew his hand back. “You should have told me you were struggling instead of wasting time.”

He then placed his things down next to her, but left their section of the library. She felt like she spent forever on figuring out what he was doing, up until he returned 30 minutes later, setting down two coffee cups. “You’re right, the line is very long this time of day.” He then sat down next to her, pulling her notes and laptop so it was between them, and for good measure, scooted his chair closer. He smelled like mahogany teakwood and fabric softener, and was just close enough to also smell his shampoo. Was that lavender?

No, no, more important question—why was the Kento Nanami sitting back down? Did he intend to help her himself?

She slowed her internal questions and took things one step at a time. She took a sip of the coffee and melted. It’s exactly what she got yesterday. “So you liked it?”

“Would I get it again if I didn’t?”

“Maybe you just have a soft spot for crying girls.”

He took his time responding. “I’m not as cruel as you make me out to be.”

She was expecting outright denial but she was pleasantly surprised. “Hell, I didn’t think you even drank any of it. Thank you.”

“Hmm.”

She took more sips and slowly nodded. That was probably as close as she would get to a ‘thank you.’ For now. “About the assignment, you aren’t going to do it yourself?” She hesitantly asked him.

“No. You already showed you’re dedicated enough. You must have gotten a good score on the other assignment from what I saw.”

“I probably didn’t. I dunno… I kinda like to just forget most of my scores all together. Easier to fail with low expectations, haha…” she weakly laughed.

“It’s easier to pass when you hold yourself to a higher standard.”

She supposed he did had a point with that one. She never thought of it that way. “How come you didn’t help me from the beginning?”

“I do what I need to do during the times I schedule and nothing else. You should do the same. Time management skills will help you be efficient in getting things done.” He gave her a little look. “Especially so that you don’t end up staying too late.”

“Oh… yeah, that makes sense. That’s good advice.”

“I know. Pay attention to this part right here…”

He went on to thoroughly explain and help her with the assignment. He was clear and concise, while also guiding her through it instead of just telling her what to do. Time flew and surprisingly, she was able to stay engaged the whole time. Though he did have to snap her out of it a few times when she got captivated by his jaw.

“Let’s stop here.”

She cracked her knuckles with almost a disappointed gleam in her eye. “Really? We’re on a roll.”

“Yes, this is a quarter done, we can move on for now. Get your math assignment out.”

Her eyebrows knit. “H-Huh?”

“That’s the class with the low score. I’m going to help you because I’m assuming you don’t ask for help in that one either. Now hurry up, the library closes in two hours.”

She did as told with a small smile, “so what, you’re my personal tutor now? A straight ‘A’ don’t have better things to do?”

He took a sip of his drink. “I don’t from 5pm to 10pm on Tuesday’s, Thursdays, and Friday’s, so make sure you don’t either and be here on time.”

Her arms crossed as she gave him a skeptical look. “But why are you helping me with my other classes? I don’t have anything to offer you besides coffee but you can get that yourself.”

“Weren’t you the one who said you didn’t want to be a dumbass?” He retorted, then ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s painful to watch someone with potential waste it.”

She smiled, her stomach catching butterfly’s. “You really think that?”

“Why would I say something I don’t mean?”

She hugged him and made sure to squeeze tight. “Thank you so much! I’ll make sure to work extra hard. And thank you again for the coffee.”

He turned his head away as his hand somewhat covered the lower half of his face, “let go of me.” He said. Even so, he made no efforts to remove her. The blonde cleared his throat. “You’re welcome.”

[reloha]

You may be picking the correct one by instinct and a lifetime of reading, but since these are pretty misused, here goes.

The difference between who and whom is basically the difference between objective and subjective case. (There is also possessive case, but we'll set that aside for the moment.)

Look on objective case as who does a thing and subjective case as whom the thing is done to.

(It is allowable to end a sentence with a preposition like "to" because that's really a "rule" that was dragged over from Latin, but never mind about all that.)

Note: I'm leaving "you" and "it" out here because they remain the same until we get to possessive case.

"Who / he / she / they / we" are objective case (the one who does the things).

"Whom / him / her / them / us" are subjective case (the one the things are done to).

These don't change because there is more than one person.

Incorrect: "You've been so nice to Jennie and I."

Correct: "You've been so nice to Jennie and me."

Who did that? Who was there? Who had the secret message?

She did that. He was there. They had the secret message. ("We" and "I" would also fit in these replies.)

To whom it may concern. Whom are you talking about? They did what to whom?

It may concern them. I'm talking about her. They did it to him. ("Us" and "me" would also fit here.)

There is also what I like to call objective case sliding into subjective. (This is not really what it would be called, as far as I know, but I actually have never been able to determine what it should be called.)

For instance, if you we had this exchange:

"Give it to someone."

"Give it to whom?"

"Give it to him/her/them."

But if it were:

"Give it to someone there."

"Whom should I give it to?"

"Give it to whoever is there."

You're giving it to someone--that's a "whom" you are giving the "it" to. But the someone is there--that's a "who" is there--is how the thing ends. You will hear this type of thing a lot on television along the lines of "Give it to whomever is there," and this is wrong. Which is okay, because real people don't have perfect grammar, obviously, and, although it's fine to set your characters in an (unacknowledged or acknowledged) alternate universe where people do have perfect grammar, most writers don't have perfect grammar either and/or don't choose to do that.

"Give the submarine to whoever is there."

I wish I could explain this one better, and, someday I may be able to, but this is the best I can do right now.

It's a little tricky, because it combines the two things--they are there, give it to them--it really only happens in this specific way, and one of these has to give in to the other, if that makes sense.

Okay, quick run-through on possessive case, just for the hell of it.

whose / his / her / their / our / my / your

These come before a noun (thing you own, in this case).

Whose house is it?

His house. / Her house. / Their house. / Our house. / My house. / Your house.

But:

whose / his / hers / theirs / ours / mine / yours

These replace the noun while including the ownership.

Whose house is it?

His. Hers. Theirs. Ours. Mine. Yours.

One thing to note about all these possessive pronouns is that none of them uses an apostrophe. People often say "its" is some kind of weird outlier for that, but it isn't. None of them do. They are all the same together in a group that's different from other possessives like "Amy's book" or "the Hardys' house." But let's not get too far into apostrophes today.

The ones with apostrophes that people mix up with the possessives are all just contractions:

they're (they are) / you're (you are) / it's (it is)

There is, by the way, because I've been seeing this a bit lately, no apostrophe in the possessive "its" ever, not between the T and the S, and not at the end of the word. The possessive of "I" is "my," not "I's." It is still my if you include someone else in the sentence (unless you want to use "our," of course, which is preferable in many instances).

I used to have a chart I had made for some people in my class, which I could probably remake if you'd like and you haven't already fallen asleep.

i actually dont know the difference between who & whom so i just pick the one i think fits the sentence im writing/saying better lol

[starlessea]

Ultimate Guide to Writing Accents and Dialogue

I recently saw an amazing post on how to keep your characters ‘in character,’  and I wanted to make my own about writing accents, dialects, and overall just creating dialogue that suits the people you are trying to portray.

I’m a language/linguistic student, so here are a few tips I think you should consider!

1) Standard Pronunciation: 

First you need to think about where your story is set, and what is the standard dialect of the majority of your characters compared to your main character. What I mean by this is, if your story is set in the South, and all of your characters therefore have that Southern drawl, then it becomes the STANDARD, and has nothing to contrast it unless you introduce something.

If your main character (your POV) has a different accent, then make it NOTICABLY different from the standard of your story. It’s good to have accent variety, otherwise all of your characters start to sound the same.

2) Constructing your Vocabulary: 

Next, you’ll want to consider the vocabulary of your character. Ask yourself questions about them: are they educated, what was their upbringing like, do they work in a field with specific vocabulary? You can strip it back even further than that - when you think of your character how would you describe them? Could you see a badass biker using long, sophisticated diction on a regular basis? Or an old woman swearing like a sailor?

Don’t get me wrong, these are very much stereotypes, and often the most interesting characters are created by subverting your expectations. But use these questions as a springboard for your characters. If you’re writing fanfiction, and know the characters well already from a movie / tv-show, then try to IMAGINE them saying your lines to see if they are something they would actually say. 

However, also note that the register of your characters is bound to change given the situation. Obviously, someone is more likely to use heightened vocabulary in a certain setting - e.g. within a classroom - and more casual language elsewhere - e.g. in a bar. See below for such a distinction:

Formal: Yes/No

Informal: Yeah/Nah

3) Orthography, Syntax and Morphology: 

Okay, so those words might look a little scary, but don’t worry. Orthography is just a fancy way of saying spelling (specifically, the standard spelling system of a time/place and how we might see a character deviate from it), syntax is word order, and morphology is how words are formed (such as grammar, inflections etc.). I’ll give some examples of what I mean.

Orthography: I’m going to use Daryl Dixon from TWD for reference (keywords: Southern drawl, redneck, country). For Daryl, some words he says I write phonetically (according to how he says them), so that the spelling matches the phonology. E.g.:

Standard: “Take care of yourself.”

Daryl: “Take care of yerself.” 

I tend to do this alot with pronouns, such as ‘you/ya,’ ‘your/yer.’ But I also use the long, standard forms for variety and emphasis - e.g. ‘you’re right.’

Syntax and Morphology:

Often, a character will use different syntax or morphological patterns that we aren’t used to. Often, non-native speakers are portrayed using types of English we often categorise as ‘incorrect’ - but are just non-standard. You can find good examples of this within Creole literature.

For example, past-tense verbs are usually conjugated in the present-tense form:

‘we was / if I was you’ instead of ‘we were / if I were you’ 

“I go now.” 

“She gives it to me yesterday.” 

Unfortunately, a lot of these conventions are also stereotypically used to portray characters who are uneducated - think of Joe or young Pip from Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations, for example.

But, you also want to avoid STEREOTYPING your character too much, as that can come across as amateur or cliche. What I mean by this is don’t over-rely on certain patterns - don’t overuse them. It’s okay to have variety, even if its with the SAME character. Just do it in a way that fits your overall construction. You can even change these speech patterns DURING your story to represent the development of your character, or them picking up an accent, or being around different people.

4) Apostrophe and Negatives:

Apostrophe: These can be used to mark a number of things - such as abbreviations, contractions, possession etc. If your character has a certain accent, they might roll certain words into one another - not stressing specific consonants, for example. We can see this in ‘C’mon.’

Alot of abbreviations are now recognised slang words, too. For instance:

C’mon = Come on 

‘Cos = Because

Lil’ = Little

‘Ma = Mama / mother

Ol’ = Old

Think about whether certain abbreviations and slang matches the register of your character, as well as their location. For example, slang words like ‘cuppa’ (cup of tea) are usually expected in a British setting.

Also, remember that the apostrophe goes in the position of the letter/letters you are getting RID OF, which is not always necessarily in the place of the contraction. E.g:

‘Do not’ contracts to ‘donot’ which abbreviates to the standard ‘don’t.’

Going back to my Daryl Dixon example, other common abbreviations I use for him include the following:

‘Ing’ contraction - walking becomes walkin’.

 Anyone, anything - becomes ‘nyone, ‘nything

Pronoun contractions - her becomes ‘er.

Connective contractions - and becomes an’ or n’.

Other contractions don’t even need apostrophes - such as ‘gonna,’ ‘gotta,’ ‘sorta,’ ‘wanna.’

Negatives: 

Even though Standard English doesn’t use double negatives anymore, we can use them in our writing of characters as an indicator of their background or dialect. They can also be used for emphasis.

Coming back to Daryl, he tends to use a lot of double negative constructions:

“I ain’t nobody’s bitch.”

“Don’t want nothin’.”

“Ain’t go no reason to.”

If you want to get even more complex, you can have a proclitic negative (where the negative attaches itself to the verb - e.g. don’t), and contract it further so you get a multiple contraction. For example:

You (pronoun), Are (verb, form of ‘be’), Not (negative) = you ain’t = y’aint.

“Y’aint never done shit for me!”

Because this is a three way contraction, it becomes a bit confusing where to put the apostrophe - is it y’aint or y’ain’t? To be honest, it becomes mostly your choice after that (stylistic). 

5) Loanwords and Imposition:

Loanword: This is a word borrowed INTO the native language FROM another one. For example, think of an American speaker using a French word or phrase in a sentence.

“Thought we were all takin’ a laissez faire approach now?”

Think of how this changes the sentence, and the impact it is going for. French is still seen as a prestigious language, so it can be used to heighten register, or can be used to mock/patronise/be sarcastic in a certain context (as in this example).

Imposition: This is when a speaker uses a word FROM their native language in the context of a non-native language they are speaking. It has connotations of power and agency. 

For example, a French speaker might use a French term in a conversation, despite it having a perfectly good English counterpart. This might be in order to demonstrate that a character is trying to show off, or is reminding their peers of their background or status.

6) Non-verbal Indicators:

This is more on the border of style, but I thought it was worth mentioning. Sometimes, the descriptive words you use can reflect a character's dialect. An obvious example can be how ‘drawled’ is associated with a Southern accent.

Although it might sound cliche, you should think about the vocabulary you want to use in order to describe a certain accent. If we were to compare perhaps Scottish or Welsh with French, for instance, you would be able to hear the distinct sound differences. The former are more harsh, guttural, have a lot of sounds that come from the back of the throat, whilst the latter is nasal and flows more.

Use your descriptions to emphasise this. Look up synonyms that describe the WAY in which your characters are pronouncing the words. Are they guttural, harsh, gravelly, thick? Or are they soft, fluid, smooth?

Anyway, I’ve rambled enough. Good luck writing, everyone!

Disclaimer: Even though this post is long, it’s actually really basic on a linguistic level - so I hope no true linguists read this haha. These are just some personal observations, but I hope they help!