#this bitch uses ANY pronouns in my opinion

[flowersnax]

is this anything

[demiesworld]

jjk men and how they show their love for you

☆ characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, kento nanami, + choso

☆ genre: fluff, romantic, domestic

☆ contents: mentions of abuse & death in toji's part, but nothing graphic

☆ notes: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns. ages are not mentioned in this, but the reader is of legal age. curse spirits, sorcerers, etc. do not exist. everything is purely fictional.

— satoru gojo: cuddling

he likes it when you two are alone together in the privacy of your home, cuddling together underneath a warm blanket while watching a really bad (in his opinion) movie that you picked out. and even though he really wants to critique the writer's script of the characters, and the actors acting performance, satoru doesn't say not a word to you about it. he just holds you around your waist tighter and nuzzles his nose into your neck. he likes the smell of you after a shower because you smell fresh and it's comforting to him.

— suguru geto: quality time

to suguru, there's no better way to keep your attention on him than taking you out somewhere or just spending time together. when he takes you out on a date, he encourages you to silence your phone (or better yet turn it off) to avoid any distractions. same goes for when you two are being intimate. he's a man that wants eyes on him and for you to listen to him. he does the same thing for you. you want to tell suguru about the nosy bitch at work? he's listening and giving you advice. you want to go to the netherlands? he's buying a plane ticket in business class for you two. whatever it is, suguru loves to spend time with you as long as you are on the same page as him.

— toji fushiguro: acts of service

growing up in the zenin family and being abused by them sculpted toji into the cold, callous man he is today. followed by the sudden and tragic death of his previous wife he didn't think he could find love ever again. not until he met you. you warmed this man's heart at the first time he saw you. he likes to show you that he loves you by doing things that makes your life easier. he'll pay and put gas in your car. he will help you with cleaning the dishes after a meal that you've cooked for. if you're running short on money for you rent, he'll even cover it for you and doesn't expect for you to pay him back. just the thought of you being comfortable is a good enough reward.

— kento nanami: words of affirmation

with kento, you would wake up in the mornings to a good morning text followed by him reminding you of your beauty, your excellence, and telling you not to let menial things get you in a bad mood. in your lunches you would find a hand-written note from kento complimenting you. in spite of being a full-time salaryman, kento would call you during his lunch break to talk to you and listen as you complain about your coworkers. he loves hearing your voice. at night, just before your head hits the pillow he would kiss your forehead and wish you a good night's rest. kento can be quite the charming man when it comes to you.

— choso: gift giving

choso... precious choso. he likes to shower you with gifts as a way to show his undying love and appreciation for you. if you mention that you like something, but you couldn't get it, best believe it will be either on your doorstep or in your hand within the next day. when he sees you eyeing something in the store for even a second, choso will buy it for you. he won't take any "no's", "stops", or returning the item back. choso bought it FOR you. if you return any of his gifts it will hurt his feelings and he'll think you don't love him. so be careful when you are trying to let choso know not to get you gifts.

letter from demi: i have adopted a new style of how i do... idk what you call these blurbs? headcanons? idk. anyways im changing some things up with how my posts are... styled. i hope the work and the way it is made looks good! lmk what you think babes!

[wonkawinka]

we’ll meet again

“we’ll meet again… don’t know where, don’t know when..”

alastor x angel!daughter!reader

CHAPTER THREE: weak ankles!

warnings/notes: NOT PROOFREAD (at least thoroughly haha), no use of y/n, uses she/her pronouns, reader is on the fem side, cannibals(?)/cannablism

wc: 2449

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“CAN you believe it?! actual human souls!,” emily paced around her room, if it could even be called that; a couple square feet more and it could just be a house without rooms, “and she let it happen! those poor human souls… HUMAN! like- LIKE YOU!” her hands shake violently in your face in deep emphasis

she groans in frustration as she flops down on her bed. “ugh… if only i can do something.”

“thats the thing, emily. you can.” you state, turning to face her displayed body lazily splattered on her bed. one flick away and shed immediately melt into a pile of goop.

“how?! we’ve been trying to find ways for the past week! even then…” she turns “i dont want.. you know.” a rare frown settles on the seraphim’s face.

“you dont want to let sera down, huh?” she groans solemnly at your assumption, face down into her pillow now.

“no…! well, not fully, atleast.. i mean, its not like i can go to hell myself…”

that rang a bell in your mind, it vibrated throughout your whole body. maybe she cant. you open your mouth to vocalize your opinions before shutting it, turning back around. unfortunately for you, this doesnt go unnoticed by the second seraphim.

“youre not thinking of going down there… are you?” ah, you shoudlve known you cant hide anything from her. besides sparkles or rainbows, she was basically built to detect things like these. despite how naive she can come off, people do tend to underestimate her actual abilities.

“i cant just leave them there em– i just.” you frown “i can do something for them. its not like theres anything else waiting for me up here. you havent been on earth like i have.”

“this is about your father… isnt it?”

static rings in your ears as the assumption brings you to a halt. maybe. you were mad at him, though. so was it for him?

“you dont understand.”

she calls your name, “its just— its dangerous down there.”

“look, if youre not going to try and fix this directly, i will. its not like i have nothing to lose any way…”

“thats not true, though.” she grabs your hands and looks at you, a frown resting on her usual joyful face.

“i help people, emily. thats all i do. thats how we met. i help. … but my fa..fami…,” you hesitate, debating over your word choice, “… they’re down there; it seems like my life attracts ‘bad things’, hah. i just.. i need to go.”

“i understand that but… do you really think hanging onto the past will fix that?”

her statement bites back at your tongue, inhibiting your ability to speak on the matter any longer.

“…good night, emily.” hah, your non-confrontational mind pushed you out the door of her room. guilt rushed into your veins but you pushed along, you had something you wanted and you took it.

thats one of the things the heaven-borne angels will never understand. ambition. the human need to strive for success and borderline obsession in something they want. need. hand cuffs dragging you along some sick deal you signed with yourself.

you wandered aimlessly throughout the halls of the heaven’s court, navigating your way to the exit. Before you could, the annoying, sadly familiar voice sent radio waves through your mind.

“WELL WELL WELL isnt it little miss goody two shoes! whats a bitch like you wandering around at this hour?” adam and lute stop you dead in your tracks. ugh, you had to put your pretty face on if you were going to get past these wretches.

“good evening, sir adam, maam,” you nod to them with the politetest smile you can offer to a lot like them, “dont mind a gal like me, just strollin’ her way home.”

“AH, well, since we’re here already. say youve heard about the fun little endeavor we got goin on, yeah? why dont you–”

“no—,” you take a deep breath, “no, thank you.”

“bitch, you didnt even let me fini–.”

“well pardon me, but i dont need you to finish. i will absolutely not be joining you on your little… excursion to hell.”

“OH, come on! first of all, wouldnt kill ya to stop interruping me, kinda RUDE.” your smile has tightened that it nearly imprinted on your face “two, you got kickass aim! you shot… squirrels and shit when you were alive. what, your old man teach ya that or something?”

“whether i can shoot or not is none of your concern, adam. now if youll excuse me, i have places to be. errands to be run.” trying slipping past them, you cant help but notice they were still attempting to hinder your steps.

lute stands in front of you with the same old face she had. it was never even her face. it was a mask. a helmet. one shielding the exorcists from the physical reality of the state of man.

adams voice booms at you “LISTEN, bitch. any low life creature like you should be GRATEFUL that i even tried recruiting you in the first place. its a fucking HONOR to work with me.”

“uhuh. well this low life creature is oh, soooo grateful that the one and only adam, first man of heaven and earth, invited her to your um,” the man smirks as she continues , “outings, but she has more important things to do that day. good day to ya’.”

you shouldve flown off a long time ago.

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the clock ticked quietly. the minute, second, and hour hand all moving in direct correspondence with one another to simply label the concept of human events in mathematical sequences. the clock struck three.

it was exactly two weeks till the extermination. you had to do what you had to do anyway. you may or may have not stolen something of emily’s to get where you were today, but oh well. shed understand… hypothetically.

its not like that stop you anyway.

flowing energy of pure essence and magic floated aimlessly through the air, twisting and curling with each individual atom. each surged with enough power to bend events on earth.

whispers of the ancient and calls from the deep filled your ears as the quiet grew louder towards you. it was overwhelming, but yet, each medley made you seem like you were being relaxed.

a portal opened, supposedly to the destination you needed to get at. before stepping in, you thought.

i can die here. again. a cannibal could yank off your arm. you might get assaulted. you might mawled. robbed. the possibilities were endless. hell was free will with no bounds.

a frown appeared on your lips as you stared at the blinding light. you were one step away from the sole thing you have been searching for weeks.

your soul could be enslaved.

.

you were never that dumb, anyway.

you hurried through the portal, making haste as if someone on the other side has caught you in the act. if you were caught, youd be banned. banished. fall—

“MMPHM!” you walk right into a random hold llady with a cane.

“WATCH WHERE YAR GOIN’, YOU WRENCH!” the old lady screamed at you, causing you to frown. “BETTER GET SOME EYES BEFORE I EAT THEM MYSELF!”

“sorry, maam…”

“sorry, my ass! hmph.”

you laugh nervously as you circle around the woman to escape, only to be surrounded by… a lot more people. even through the crowds compaction, from the distance, there was a sign.

CANNIBAL TOWN.

ah, just what you needed. seems like youre just a magnet for every cannibal, even in death.

“haha… hello… there, good sir.” some man goes to examine your wing and sniffs it… he gives a nod of approval to his friend before you snatch it away from his hands, hugging it close to your chest. “that is mine, thank you.”

your nose twitched at the stench of hell. the grim and soot combining into various airborne particulates that filled your lungs like toxins.

however, one goes in and tries to chomp your ank—

sharp pain reaches the area as you shriek back in pain, earning some recognition from passerbyers, and especially, a certain someone.

see, its not everyday people of hell see pearly white wings on their doorstep. it's like these cannibals just hit the goldmine of a chicken dinner and you were the first thing on their menu.

right before you started throwing hands, a lovely woman showed up. she reminded you of some of the ladies that babysitted you as a kid when you were alive. had the dress, the hat, the heels, everything. just taller. and with black… PITCH black irises.

“oh, shoo! leave the poor woman alone! did cha mothers teach you anything?!” she shoos off the boys, hands resting on her hips and frown resting on her face. she turns around and formally greets you.

“ALRIGHT, lets see. whats a doll like you hanging around a place like this? i gotta say, im a little flattered someone as cute as you showin’ up at my doorstep!” she thoroughly examines you and obviously takes note of your nearly obnoxious feathered wings.

she clicks her tongue and smiles “ah! you really did fall from heaven, huh? ohhh, im just teasing ya’, hun. but i do say, your one the make the mens ankles go weak! quite the bees knees!”

“as much as i love the enthusiasm, seems like ive had the opposite effect.” you display the very clear bite mark, making rosie laugh at your matching energy.

“ohh, we’ll get you fixed right up! dont mind those boys… you know how they are, especially in this time of age, YEESH!” she pushes you inside a cute ol’ building Franklin and Rosie’s Emporium.

“sit, sit! make yourself comfortable,” her motherly tone calms you down, “can i getcha anything! ooo, where are my manners, i forgot to introduce myself! the names rosie, its always a pleasure to find poor unfortunate souls like yours end up on my doorstep, especially cute ones.” she winks at you as you settle yourself in a chair, taking note of the wonderful hues and coziness of the environment. it was nothing you wouldve expected from hell.

you introduce youreelf formally, “its a pleasure to meet you. quite the pleasure, especially for a gal’ like yourself.” you smiled warmly at the woman, making her giggle.

“awwww, you’re so sweet! no wonder the boys wanted a taste of ya’, you drip with honey, hun!”

“i could say the same for you, maam.” you smile, offering the same compassion she showed. she grabs some bandages in a miscellaneous cabinet and lifts up your ankle.

“here, i’ll getcha fixed up in no time.”

silence, oddly comforting silence, filled the hall as she wrapped bandages around your ankle.

“thank you, by the way.”

“oh, don’t mention it honey, but i must say, seeing a gal like you is quite rare down here.” she states, and despite her irises being pitch black, they still held emotion.

“well— um,” you were interrupted by the static of the radio, making rosie gasp and smile in delight. she grabs a radio by the nearby coffee table and places it closer.

“oooo, you got here just in time for my good friend alastor’s podcast! quite the charmer, he is!”

his voice filled both of your ears, for a second your face falters with shock and mixed emotion, something that doesn't go unnoticed by the self-built overlord, but it fixed itself right away.

“greetings, dear sinners! it is i, your favorite radio sh…”

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you sat at your desk, scribbling away as you studied on yet another miscellaneous biology lesson. the radio turned on, comfortably listening to your fathers voice as he spoke.

pangenesis refers to the creation of pangenes during one’s lifetime which will then be passed down to the organism’s offspring.

the blending traits theory refers to the combination of traits from the parents. however, this fails to acknowledge the reappearance of traits in next genera…

genetics was truly something. dna wrapped and packed perfectly by histone proteins, compacted in nucleosomes, and turned into the primary foundation of lives.

you and alastor were never related. he scooped you up from some miscellaneous dumpster on the side of the road. it was quite cinematic, actually. right out of a book.

newcomers always questioned your sudden appearance next to him, especially since you looked nothing like him. some assume your father had an act with some women, but those who truly knew of the two of you were ones you hold dear.

“thats it for tonight, folks! its pouring hard, tonight! i better get home and start cookin’ dinner before my daughter starves to death. good night!” his acknowledgement made you smile as the radio filled your ears once more. you turned it off and yawned, shutting the biology textbook in front of you.

some kids at school would ask you who your real parents were. youd always respond the same. you said yes and you always, always responded with your fathers name. they would protest and would ask you for a real answer, in which you continue to justify your answer.

even if the two of you werent bound by blood, you were bound by bond.

thirty minutes later, keys rattled, a door opened.

the sound makes you run down the stairs as you didnt hear his usual announcement of his presence. you skidded down hallways on your socks.

you turned the corner and saw him drenched with rainwater.

“im no genuis, pa, but it seems you got a lil’ water on ya’”

exhaustion evident in his eyes, he still manages to smile and roll his eyes at you.

“hush, now, i know i forgot my umbrella,” very unlike him , “be a dear and grab a towel?”

you laugh and walk to the storage closey and threw him a towel. “you need a lot more than a towel. a shower, new change of clothes..” you smiled “and a nice cup of tea, hm?”

he embraces you in a hug, getting you wet “hey! i already took a bath, you smell like wet dog!”

“aah, am i not allowed to embrace my favorite daughter in a sincere act of my care and love for her?”

“im your only daughter, pa.”

“and you are also my favorite daughter.”

you push him away and roll your eyes, but your bright smile remains, “go shower! ugh, now i need to change..” you stretched out your shirt to examine it. he hung his coat and kicked off his shoes. “shoo, go shower before you catch a cold, ill cook ya somethin’.”

“thank you, dear.”

“anything for you dad.”

anything for you.

[unnamedly]

MY HEADCANONS FOR TDAC (main cast) CHARACTERS LGBTQ+ WISE cause although I don't find it important per se it still effects the way I look at the characters.

Going in alphabetical order:

Bubble- I don't necessarily see them as anything? If that makes sense. Like just unlabeled on everything, but not even calling themself 'unlabeled'. Bubble is Bubble.

Caine- AROACE. THERE NO WAY BRO ISN'T. My headcanon started immediately when I saw his face with the Moon. The absolute look of fear. That is an ace man if I've ever seen one. "Let's get outta here before the moon starts getting frisky!! o.0 " His desire to keep everything as pg as possible?? I dunno, he just gives me ace vibes ong. AND THEN- I just personally can't see him as being romantically into anyone. Like just an example, the scene in the restaurant. Typically in scenes like that in the media it's portrayed as a romantic evening/date. BUT IT WASN'T. It was him with his fucked up dog 😭 COMING BACK AFTER THE NEW EPISODE?? THAT MAN IS AROACE!!!!

Gangle- That is a nonbinary person if I've ever seen one. Demigirl perhaps?? Either way, I'm jealous of the androgyny that mfka has. I'm not too sure sexuality wise, as a multishipper. (I honestly j consume most tadc media so I'm not sure if that counts as being a multishipper lol) I would like to think that they use she/they pronouns and is maybe pansexual. (:

Jax- I was dreading doing bro. I wanna say cis man?? But I can also see agender using he/him. Gender just isn't something that concerns him. His only concern is being a little bitch. LMAO. And sexuality wise?? He's definitely got some queer flair to him. So imo Imma just say queer. :3 Like he knew he was gay to some extent?? And just stuck with the label. ALSO ADDING ON AFTER THE NEW EP, in my opinion he doesn’t have any interest in figuring out gender or sexuality, he only likes being an absolute bitch LMAO. I like him though so I GUESSSSSS it’s okay. Maybe.

Kinger- OKAY. SO. HE'S CISHET. AN ALLY. BUT CISHET. I personally hate when fandoms see a weak and/or smaller man and immediately label him as trans and/or queer. CAUSE BRO, MEN CAN BE MALEWIVES LET THEM BE!!! He's definitely the typa man to be called babygirl. Like imagine Jerma or Paul Dano, a silly cishet man who is in fact babygirl.

Pomni- BISEXUAL WOMAN. Bros got the bi-haircut. That's my only reasoning./hj But seriously?? As a bi person myself leaning toward my gender?? I can genuinely see that for her. It's canon, trust/j

Ragatha- SAPPHIC. THIS WOMAN LOVEEEESSSSSS KISSING OTHER WOMEN!!!! She loves women so much. It’s always a good day to be gay if your Ragatha.

Zooble- Non-binary. (Duh lol) But I’d like to say sexuality wise they lean more towards women. Zooble loves kissing women. Not as much as Ragatha, but hey, it’s the thought that counts.

[bugsmunched]

" Toy and Owner " - Derek Danforth X Male! Reader

Summary: Derek gets off the phone with a particularly annoying employee and his pretty little toy knows just how to ease the pain.

Contents: AMAB! Reader, he/him pronouns used for reader, Oral sex (M receiving), drug usage mention, vaping, degradation, hair pulling, consensual hitting, choking, Derek is mean,spoiled brat Derek, Reader is just seen as an object, Dick piercings, spitting, face fucking,

SMUT UNDER THE CUT! MINORS DNI!!!!!

ASKS ARE OPEN! IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUESTS PLEASE ASK!!

You weren't exactly sure what to call the relationship between you and Derek Danforth. You certainly weren't boyfriends by any means, as he simply saw you as a toy that should do nothing except sit still, look pretty, and pleasure him whenever he sees fit, which is quite frequent. But you weren't friends either, so you couldn't be friends with benefits, or even really fuck buddies. What the two of you were was simply Toy and Owner.

You tapped your fingers against the window of the limousine that the two of you were in together, trying your best to block out his angry words towards one of his many scum-bag employees.

"- maybe you should try and do your fucking job, and then it wouldn't be on the fucking line! If I don't see improvements in a week, you're done. " Derek threatened before he hung up the phone, letting it fall into his lap as he pulled out a vape. Typically the vapes were laced with some sort of drug that would send the sociopathic con artist to another dimension, but since you came along, he found the drug of you far more addicting.

You knew better than to say anything, knowing that the CEO couldn't give less of a shit about your opinion or advice. So instead of saying anything, you simply slipped out of your seat and crawled in front of him, sitting on your knees and looking up at him, placing your head in his lap. His free hand found its way into your hair, tangling itself in the strands.

"slut. " he spat, venom dripping from his words, making it seem like he truly hated you. You didn't really care if he hated you or not, after all, it wasn't your job to be liked by him, it was your job to please him, to make him forget about everything else.

He let go of your hair and shoved your head off of his lap, leaning back against the seat of the limo. He held the vape up to his lips and took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before exhaling, blowing the cloud directly into your face. " Well? Get to work. I can't wait all night. " He demanded, arrogance filling the air.

Your hands quickly fumbled with his belt, struggling with the stupidly expensive and quite honestly useless accessory. He always wore his pants too tight and never needed a belt, but to him, that stupid belt looked cool since it was expensive, so he wore it. Finally, you got the belt undone, moving onto the button and zipper of his pants.

He sighed exasperatedly, rolling his eyes at how long it was taking for you to just get his cock out. " You're a pretty useless sex toy, you know that? Can't even get me out of my pants in a timely manner, hurry the fuck up, bitch. " He huffed, smacking your cheek lightly, as a warning. You knew that if you didn't hurry up, he'd get far more impatient.

You rolled your eyes in response, going to pull his dick out when a hand went around your throat. " What the fuck was that? " He growled a little bit, squeezing the sides of your neck. As much of an asshole as he was, he would never hurt you past what you had agreed on. Would he purposely hurt others? Absolutely. But you? You were special. You were his property, and what was the point in damaging your own property?

"Sorry, sir. " You mumbled out an apology that both of you knew you didn't mean. He let go of your throat and huffed, taking another hit of his vape and blowing the cloud into the air.

"Good boy. Now, get to work, I expect to cum before we get to the event. " He demanded, a smug look on his face as you nodded in compliance.

You reached into his pants and pulled out his hard on, subconsciously licking your lips at the sight. No matter how many times you did this, it still mildly surprised you every time just how big he was. Jacobs ladder piercings ran up his length, each piercing designating an inch of length. Without hesitation, you leant forward, wrapping your lips around his tip. He gave a little whimper in response, his hand finding itself tangled messily in your hair once again.

Slowly, you began to push your head down, the ball ends of the piercings hitting the sides of your mouth. You were always careful to take him slowly, as to avoid any discomfort for the both of you. If you went too fast, you could accidentally tug at a piercing, which you learned he did not like. And although he didn't mind seeing you gag and choke on his cock, along with the mass amount of saliva, you didn't enjoy the bruises that showed up in your throat the next day.

After relaxing your throat a bit more, you pushed your head down even further and soon had your nose buried in the neatly trimmed pubes that rested at the base of his cock. Spit bubbled out from the sides of your mouth, running down his balls and pooling on the seat beneath him. He groaned and pushed down on your head, holding you there as he ground his hips upwards, the tip of his dick grinding against your throat causing you to gag even more.

" fuck, perfect little hole for me to fuck...shit I'm just gonna fuck your mouth, alright? Cause I know you hate having to do your job. So all you have to do is sit there and fucking take it. " He hummed softly. Guess you were going to get bruises after all.

He pulled your head up slightly, giving himself some room to begin thrusting up into your mouth, his tip slamming against the back of your throat repeatedly, which caused you to choke, drool falling down your face and onto the floor below you.

"God, you're such a messy slut, aren't you? You always make such a pathetic mess! It's hysterical how pathetic you are, dumb bitch. " He spat as he pulled you off his cock. You panted heavily, tears pricking in your eyes. Just as you managed to catch your breath, he shoved you back down onto his cock and began relentlessly thrusting in and out of your mouth once again.

He was using your mouth like a little fleshlight, and you both loved it. To him, you were nothing but an object for him to use for his pleasure. Once again, simply put, you were a toy and he was your owner.

Tears spilled out of your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and mixing with your drool on your chin and his cock. He loved seeing you cry because you couldn't take his cock. "pathetic. " He hissed as he pulled you off his cock again, just to spit in your face and force you back down.

After a little while of choking on his cock and nearly drowning in your own spit, the bleach blonde above you started to whimper and his breath began to get shaky, tell tale signs that he was close to cumming.

"fuck, little slut, if you get even a drop of cum on the leather interior of this limo, you'll have it coming. " Derek warned you, his thrusts becoming sloppy and less rhythmic.

As he got closer, he got louder and louder, not caring if the limo driver could hear him. That driver has heard everything that had ever happened in that limo, including the time Derek fucked you till you passed out on his cock.

He whimpered loudly, taking another long hit of his vape, exhaling with a loud moan as cum began to spill down your throat. You gagged a little bit at the suddenness, but managed to swallow each and every drop, not getting a single one on the leather interior.

He pulled you off his dick, whining a little bit at the loss of warmth. " At least someone knows how to do their job around here. " He cupped your face with his hand and pat it gently. " Good job, slut. " He hummed a bit. It was rare that he praised you, and often times when he did, it was because he was so sex drunk that he didn't realize what he was doing.

He stuffed himself back into his pants, rubbing the stubble on his chin, patting his lap. " Get off the floor and get back up here. " He commanded, watching as you scrambled to your feet and then placed yourself back in his lip, leaning against his chest. He held the vape up to your lips, offering it to you. Just as you took a bit, his phone began to ring. Once he picked up, he soon enough began yelling again. Looks like your job wasn't quite done yet.

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Saw you still took fandom asks (hope you still do).

One thing I've been really, really hating is that leftists have all the major social media sites on their side, including the ones most commonly used for fandom stuff (Tumblr, Twitter/X, and others), and I don't like the cultures in any of these spaces, so I've migrated to fan-created sites and spaces that, while older, are still active. I like these spaces more because other than the standard "don't be an asshole" rule, people are free to speak and write however they like and it's been this way since these spaces began because they're not under the heavy hand of censorship like social media is. I'm also in very apolitical fandoms because I don't like my entertainment lecturing me.

I haven't been on these sites or in these fandoms as long as other fandom veterans have (about five years or so), but I understand and like how they operate. Unfortunately, I've seen more and more stories being posted of "[character] bashes the fash!" or [character] is trans/autistic/kinnie uwu!" or profiles popping up with pronouns, DNI lists, and whatever popular leftist slogan in their bios when they weren't there before. And now they're walking around talking about how this and that is "problematic/bullying/toxic," bossing people around and doing what they do. "If you like this classic fic/writer who we've deemed Problematic™ in the current day for basically no reason then you're a bad person," stuff like that.

Another thing is that I like when writers take these cutesy slice of life shows I enjoy and flip them on their head to turn them dark and gritty because I'm also into horror/depressing stuff, and I think it's interesting to see where they take it. I'm not into smut but of course that's there too. I don't have an issue with it existing because I just ignore it since I know it's not my thing. They can write what they want. However, of course these new users take issue with this and are basically accusing people of being, like, mentally deranged or something for writing a gory/sad/smutty fic about these bright and colorful characters. "Oh, of course a man wrote this," is the most common insult, despite the fact I know of many women in the fandom(s) who have been there longer than I have and have been praised for writing/drawing/etc this exact content before the angry villagers showed up, and I'm a woman who likes the darker content. It just shows they don't look into anything at all.

It's funny though because the sites I use have likes and dislikes for both stories and comments. Since people are recognizing that these randos are trying to change these spaces to fit their wants instead of following the culture of the site(s), all of their political or virtue-signaling stories/comments get hella downvoted, so at least there's that I guess. No matter anyone's personal beliefs, they at least know not to let politics get in the way of a good fanfiction or art piece. The one thing I'll give the major fandom spaces is that at least they have the ability to block tags. The sites I use don't so I just gotta wade through all the new trash to find older good stuff.

Maybe I'm just bitching but these are the types of people who constantly tell everyone else to "go make their own spaces if you don't like the other ones," but when we do they try to take it over or get rid of it completely and it's annoying lol. Once again they don't take their own advice.

Leftists in fandom spaces are a virus. They exist solely to propagate their own views and opinions, bully everyone into following their rules, and drive out anyone who pushes back against them. And the sad thing is they're so easy to defeat. Just tell them to fuck off and kick them out. They have no power that isn't given to them. But people are so scared of being called an ist or a phobe or having mean comments astroturfed onto their works that they give in. And once they've completely ruined a space they just move onto the next one. I've seen it happen so many times, and it's always infuriating.

[maudlin-scribbler]

About me/pinned post since I figure I should try to do one at this point and HOPEFULLY keep it pinned

Hi I'm Corin...or Coryn or or Cory or Cory Lee (calling me any variation of the name Corinne is fine really) and I'm 18 years old, and I've had this blog since I was 13 (oh god.). I use any pronouns.

This blog is a mix of fandom and personal stuff, I like to bitch and complain about pretty much everything, even things I like. and i have so many opinions about so many things.

I'm friendly, I like talking about my interests and you can always shoot me an ask or even dm I guess(I YEARN FOR ASKS!! hell you can even send stuff about ask games i haven't even reblogged).I'm also really awkward so expect me to talk like this is my first day on earth and I've never interacted with anyone before HAHA. I also write and draw once in a blue moon.

my sideblogs are:

-> @trembling-amber where I post about fallen london and my fl OCs (read this post (not made by me) about fallen london if you want to know more about it)

-> @korinna-of-tanagra where I post about classics, history, archaeology, (mostly greek) mythology, religion, folklore, that kinda thing. history and mythology are some of my special interests for real.

I have a lot of interests and fixations(which remain dear to my hear even when I'm not currently fixating on them), my current ones being house md(yeah.) and the invisible man!!!

(the invisible man is a book that's very dear to me ever since i was 13, griffin is kind of my foremost blorbo at this point). I post about it under the #invisible tomfoolery posting and griffin core tags for blocking purposes (i also do kind of like gothic lit in general)

facts about myself I'm happy to share!

-> I'm somewhere on the aroace spectrum and also bisexual.

-> i'm transgender...or am i? my feelings on my gender are complicated and not static. in the past i've identified as greygender and I do feel that my gender is...fluid? but i'm ambivalent about it most of the time. think of me as schroedinger's transgender lmao (i know what the term usually means haha)

-> I am romanian! I am also a romanian of greek descent and it's something that sort of does make me proud, I don't really speak the greek lamguage besides a few words but I do want to learn it in the future.

-> I speak romanian and english (obviously), theoretically I am learnimg french and I am trying to get my head to agree with the idea of learning italian lol

-> i post art and writing under the #my scribbles tag

-> the maudlin scribbler is me, i am him.

-> i have OCs and ideas for original stories I might do something with one day, maybe, eventually. HOPEFULLY

-> i LOVE space and astronomy

-> maybe i'll write more here, i dunno. this still feels like kind of a work in progress.

[stardustprompts]

thirteen ghosts  sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ;  language , blood , death

'oh, bad! that's one way to describe it. uh, 'insane' seems a little more appropriate.'

'it is my professional opinion that we should get the hell out of here. now!'

'I just need to take the edge off.'

'careful, (name). don't get too curious.'

'who are you to play god?'

'playing's for children.'

'I thought you were psychic.'

'that's not how it works and you know it!'

'perhaps we'll meet again in another life.'

'you crazy son of a bitch, what did you do?'

'you're being paranoid and overprotective.'

'I know this is gonna sound completely whacked, alright? but I need you to stay with me.'

'don't laugh at me.'

'not so fast, you gotta cater to my ego first.'

'don't touch me.'

'how's your head?'

'they're kids, what'd you expect?'

'just this once, don't argue with me.'

'what part of that code are you having trouble cracking?'

'I don't see any ghosts.'

'I want you to do me a favor and stop with all the haunted house nonsense. okay?'

'you don't have to scream, alright? just ... chill.'

'no, I don't think we should split up.'

'I told you, I can't see any ghosts.'

'it's a ghost! just like I've been saying all night.'

'there are ghosts around us all the time. most of them, they can't hurt is. most of them don't wanna hurt us. but there are exceptions.'

'there's no such thing as ghosts.'

'don't speak. don't move.'

'I don't think you should be teasing the ghost.'

'it looks to me like I'm saving your ass.'

'if you want help, you gotta help me first.'

'can I rely on you not to get me killed?'

'what the hell are you doing here?!'

'stop dragging your ass, man!'

'you got something to say, say it.'

'let's start with this is all your goddamn fault!'

'if you haven't noticed, I'm a little bit of a freak!'

'I touch somebody, and a whole life full of shit just flashes in front of my eyes!'

'so yeah, I'm depraved. and (name) was my friend and he accepted me!'

'he didn't accept you, you're pathetic! he used you!'

'god, I've been trying to help you.'

'love is the most powerful energy.'

'I don't read latin.'

'it doesn't add up. it doesn't make any sense. there's gotta be a better way.'

'how much of this equation makes any sense at all?'

'I sure as hell hope I don't bleed to death, 'cuz that would suck.'

'why are you so mad at me? I did everything you asked me to do.'

'you're not mad at me, are you?'

'I've been looking for a reason to like myself for a long time.'

'greatness requires sacrifice.'

'I'm nothing without you.'

'the world has no time for little people like you. it needs people who are willing to do anything for greatness.'

'I am sick of this nanny shit.'

'this was not in the job description. I quit!'

[jellynotbees]

So with the narinder question list going around I wanted to reformat my answers the the Lamb one to make them easier to read/find

Lamb Q&A under cut

1. Does your lamb go by any name other than The Lamb? If so, what?

Their (chosen) name is Muriel! Their birth name is Úna though, with Muriel being their middle name. They needed a name that they could recognize and respond to but was not actively used in their past (they are very sensitive about their past life and are avoiding processing that grief)

2. How old was your lamb when they were sacrificed?

22 years old

3. How long was your lamb held captive by heretics before their sacrifice?

About 3 days

4. Did your lamb kill anyone prior to their first death? If so, who?

Yes, after their last family member’s death they kinda lost it and just started killing as many heretics as they could get away with. They didn’t really have anything left to live for and knew they were going to die so they decided to take as many heretics as they could out with them.

5. When your lamb mourns a dead loved one from their past.. who is it?

Their twin sister, Isibél. They have forgotten what their mother looked like at this point but can’t forget what their sister looks like, as they are identical twins and look the same. Everytime they look in a mirror they see her.

6. Who raised your lamb?

They were raised by their mother, their father died when they were young.

7. Where was your lamb raised? A village? A prison? Constantly on the run?

They lived in an isolated village for most of their childhood, it wasn’t until they were around 16 that things got bad and they had to go on the run. Still, even in isolation, it was clear something was wrong and the situation for sheep was getting worse.

8. Did your lamb have any specific skills pre-sacrifice?

Lamb can knit, sew, and weave! They are also a very good swimmer.

9. How or where was your lamb caught?

They were caught in Darkwood after getting caught in an ambush attack.

10. How did your lamb feel with their head on the pedestal? Afraid? Relieved? Angry?

Angry and resigned

11. Does your lamb have any notable or unique features?

They have freckles on their nose bridge

12. How tall is your lamb?

5’1/155cm

13. Is your lamb petite? Curvy? Fucking jacked?

They are fairly skinny and petite. Everytime they die they resurrect with the body they had upon their first revival, which was very slender from lack of food. They used to put more effort into gaining weight and muscle but got frustrated at losing progress every time they died and kind of gave up. Eventually with help they will put more effort into it again though.

14. Is your lamb’s wool pure white?

Yup!

15. How does your lamb prefer to keep their wool? Short and shorn neat? Wild and untrimmed? Be honest are there branches in that bitch?

They keep it relatively short, they are still fluffy but trim it enough to make sure it’s not in the way

16. Do you base your lamb on any specific species of sheep? If so, which?

Naw, I just went off how they look in game lol

17. Do they use their own wool for anything?

Lamb uses their wool to make baby blankets for the children in the cult!

18. On a scale of one to ten how floppy are their ears?

Like a 4

19. Do they bear any traits of forced domestication? Is their tail docked? Was their ear tagged? Do they have scars from being shorn (and nicked) against their will? Were they ever painted with or assigned a number rather than a name?

No not really, their tail is undocked

20. What do their horns look like?

They are kind of small and curve back

21. Was your lamb born male, female, intersex, or do you have no opinion on their sex at birth?

They are afab

22. Does your lamb use pronouns other than they/them? If so, which ones!

Nope, just they/them! Although if it’s clear you are addressing them they will respond to anything

23. Are they capable of having children and would they want to have children?

They are technically capable under the right circumstances but that won’t happen in the main au. I think in an alt timeline of my main au they would though

24. If they were to be a parent or are, what epithet would they have their child use? Mom? Mama? Dad? Baba? Nony? Abba?

I think baba is cute so probably that!

25. Do they wear something other than the canon cloak?

Yup! They wear a cloak on crusades though

26. Does your lamb wear jewelry or makeup?

They have gold bracelets and anklets (the anklets have bells as well)

27. Is your lamb flirtatious?

No not really. At least not until they overcome some of their issues.

28. Did your lamb have any partners pre-sacrifice?

No

29. Did your lamb take any followers as a partner?

No

30. Who is your lamb’s second in command or closest follower?

They have 2 disciples: a Racoon from Silk Cradle named Hana and a Lynx named Ashorah. I really need to finish their ref sheets and rant about them there but know that they are both fiercely loyal to Lamb.

31. Is your lamb ever honest about their feelings or past? With who?

Not for a very long time. Eventually they spill to Narinder after a fight though. (They do write down everything they remember in a journal though, they are TERRIFIED of forgetting their past)

32. Is your lamb merciful? Did they ever refuse to spare someone? If so, why?

They try to act like they are and put up a front of believing everyone deserves forgiveness but in reality they hold major grudges and are willing to kill dissenters/spies if necessary. Prior to the Narinder battle they were more unapologetically ruthless

33. Is your lamb trustworthy?

Kind of? It really depends on the circumstances and their personal opinion of you. If they like you they are definitely trustworthy, however if you are on neutral or bad terms with them you need to tread lightly and watch your back

34. Is your lamb quick or slow to trust others?

SLOW, it literally took them until getting to silk cradle to become close with a follower

35. If your lamb could pick a cult job other than leader what would it be?

Probably missionary or tailor

36. Is your lamb a good cook?

At the moment yes, they became one out of necessity. At first they were mediocre at best

37. Does your lamb let cult members cook or heal or do they restrict them from certain duties?

Yes, with exceptions. If someone gave the whole cult food poisoning they are NOT going back in that kitchen

38. What is your lamb’s favorite food or dish?

They like apples, any dish involving those they are bound to also like!

39. Does your lamb eat meat/fish/eggs?

Nope, they are a vegetarian

40. What is your lamb’s stance on cannibalism?

They are neutral leaning towards positive. They would never eat someone themselves but their disciple Ashorah is a cannibal and they let her take care of the spies and dissenters.

41. What about their stance on torture?

Neutral, they don’t really practice it themselves but if someone else was doing so and it benefited them they would allow it to happen. Lamb is very self interested and tells themself that so long as they aren’t the one doing the torturing they are innocent (delusion)

42. Would your lamb ever kill a cult member?

Yes, but at the moment they leave the dirty work to the disciple.

43. How does your lamb deal with dissenters?

For dissenters it depends on if lamb thinks they can persuade them to stay or not. If they are a lost cause Ashorah gets a snack

44. What is your lamb’s favorite weapon? Their least favorite?

They like daggers the most with axes being their second favorite. They do not like the blunderbuss or hammers

45. Would they ever let a follower embrace their dark desire to eat poop?

Probably not but it depends on how bad they need the faith

46. What is your lamb’s favorite season?

Autumn

47. Is your lamb’s favorite color something other than red?

Nope, red is their favorite. They do like gold as well though

48. How does your lamb really feel about death?

Neutral, death and life are just a cycle to them. They definitely view it as more final than narinder does though (at least at first)

49. Does your lamb use substances? Are substance banned from cult grounds?

No mushrooms are allowed but they do allow alcohol in moderation. After the first brainwashing ritual they have never used the mushrooms on the cult again (too much vomit)

They do have a bar but its only open on certain days and there is a ban list (Narinder’s currently on the list for starting fights lmao)

50. Freebie! Tell us any headcanon you want!

They are really bad at resurrecting followers. They never felt the need to resurrect followers prior to their first disciple since they never got super attached. Fun fact they panic killed their first cursed follower and just hope with each resurrection that they are not cursed since theu have no idea how to cure that (Narinder forgot to tell them since he didn’t usually have that problem and kinda forgot it could happen)

[cheesysoup-arlo]

Cady’s Cousin (pt.1)

(pt. 2)/(pt. 3)/(pt. 4)

You’re cady’s cousin and you had to transfer to north shore senior year

Warnings: homophobia, use of slur (d-slur), violence?(idk) sexual harassment? (I’m not good at warnings I’m sorry)

A/N: before anyone is like ���Aaron already graduated” I don’t think he did that poor boy got held back in my opinion you’re allowed to disagree also everyone’s gay SURPRISE these are all just my opinions feel free to disagree

You were hanging out with your cousin the Saturday before school was due to start and she said she invited some friends over when they arrived you were pleasantly surprised. Once you got settled and started chatting you joked “hey Cads I didn’t know you had cool friends, I thought you’d only knew math nerds like yourself, oh and I’m (Y/N) by the way” “oh right, this is my cousin, everyone say hi” the group says hi “ooo nice pants” you say to a girl with dyed green tips in her hair and the coolest pants you’ve ever seen “thanks, the name’s Janis by the way” she sticks out her hand for you to shake and you do “nice to me you” you say with a wink “ew stop being gay” the blonde one jokes “Regina shut up you literally have a girlfriend” Janis says lightly punching the blonde in the arm. “Is anyone in this group straight?” You say through a laugh “as of last week, nope” says a boy with brown hair who you honestly expected to be the token straight shaking his head “ah yes our baby gay, this is Aaron he just came out be patient with him” Regina says patting Aaron’s head. Two more girls and a boy show up “sorry we’re late Karen lost her phone” the more visual anxious and shorter of the two girls says “it was in the freezer” the boy says “oh who is this?” The boy asks genuinely curious “Cady’s cousin” Aaron says with a smile “can we like rapid fire everyone’s name and pronouns really quick for me” you ask getting a little confused. “I’ll go first even though you already know my name Cady, she/her” “Janis, they/she but honestly any I don’t really care” “Regina, she/her” “Damian, the badest/bitch no I’m just kidding he/him or they/them is cool” “Aaron, he/him? Those are the boy ones, right?” “yes Aaron good job” Janis says laughing and giving him a thumbs up “Karen, she/they? I think” “Gretchen, also she/they” Cady is happy to see that you seem to like her friends “what about you (Y/N)?” Regina asks “oh um (your pronouns) works” you say with an awkward thumbs up “so (y/n) where are you from and what brings you here?” Gretchen asks excited to know more about you “oh um I’m from Florida and I recently got suspended from my last school so my dad thought it would be a good idea to send me here to live with my aunt and Cady to “think about my highly irresponsible and destructive behavior” I honestly don’t think what I did was that big of a deal given the circumstances” you say kind of annoyed, the annoyance directed at your father “ooo what’d you do?” Janis asks suddenly more intrigued “oh I punched a dude in his face and lit his backpack on fire for harassing me but like it’s honestly not my fault if we think about it, I reported his behavior twice and told him if he didn’t leave me alone I’d punch him in the face and light his backpack on fire, He for some reason thought I was joking and when I was walking to lunch slapped my ass and said “give me a chance this dick can turn any dyke straight” then winked at me so I punched him and pulled out my lighter and whoosh fire” you said doing jazz hands when you said fire “that’s freakin awesome” Janis says enthusiastically and the group turns to look at her confused “oh um not the getting harassed part but like what you did was to that dude, that was like so tits” she explains “tits?” you say confused “i got this, “tits” is one of Janis’ fun little words she uses and it typically means awesome, really cool, or fuck yeah” Damian explains with a smile “tits” you say with a small chuckle “wait you’re from Florida? Have you ever seen an alligator?” Karen asks “yes I have they’re not as scary as people say” you respond “that’s like really cool” Karen says with a smile “oh my gosh your hair is like so fetch” Gretchen says after looking at you for a little bit “um thank you? I’m assuming that also means cool?” You say slowly and confused “yeah pretty much” Regina says patting Gretchen on the shoulder before she freaks out. Hanging out with them, you thought they were really cool so switching to a new school and state for your last year of high school might not suck as much as you thought .

A/N: guys I don’t know anything about Florida but it felt homophobic so I used it lmao also I think I’m gonna do this in parts I know I said Janis x cady’s cousin and I will give that to you but I want to know if you like it so far before I go hardcore into the story lol

[promptling]

STAR TREK: INTO DARKNESS ( 2011 ) change pronouns as needed.

that was our ride!

what the hell did you take?

we have to do this now.

if we're doing this, we've got to do it now.

you sure you don't want me to go instead?

i was kidding.

they're trying to kill us!

i can't hold this position.

i am, surprisingly, alive.

i can save her.

what did you say?

who are you?

you're not actually going to answer that, are you?

you filed a report?

are you giving me attitude?

i am expressing multiple attitudes simultaneously.

you have any idea what a pain in the ass you are?

what's the lesson to be learned here?

you think the rules don't apply to you because you disagree with them.

what was i supposed to do, let them die?

you think you're infallible.

it's a pattern with you.

why should i listen?

you don't listen to anybody but yourself.

you got your ass handed to you.

i don't know what to say.

it's fortunate that the consequences were not more severe.

do you understand why i went back for you?

the truth is, i'm going to miss you.

tomorrow's too late.

spit it out, don't be shy.

there is no regulation that condemns a man to die without a trial.

i'm not going to take ethics lessons from a robot!

this action is morally wrong.

i wasn't asking for your opinion.

i don't have time for a lecture.

this is clearly a military operation.

is that what we are now?

i'd rather not talk about it.

your ears burning?

let's go get this son of a bitch.

i was simply attempting to use your vernacular to convey an idea.

you don't rob a bank when the getaway car has a flat tire.

enough with the metaphors.

remind me never to piss you off.

i would prefer to discuss this in private.

are you really gonna do this right now?

i'm not the only one who's upset with you.

don't drag me into this.

you mistake my choice not to feel as a reflection of my not caring.

the truth is precisely the opposite.

i am here to help you.

you and your people are in danger.

how the hell do you know that?

i will consider that an apology. and i will consider that apology.

the nerve of that guy!

i am not doing that man any favors.

are you out of your corn-fed mind?

you're actually going to listen this guy?

don't agree with me, it makes me very uncomfortable.

when were you going to tell me that?

you're much cleverer than your reputation suggests.

may i remind you, you are not there to flirt.

you're going to want to see this.

you are a murderer!

my crew is my family.

you already knew that, didn't you?

i don't take your meaning.

i'll do anything you want. just let them live.

we cannot fire and we cannot flee.

the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

i have no idea what i'm supposed to do.

you coming with me or not?

just give me two seconds!

try not to get shot.

your path is yours to walk, and yours alone.

did you defeat him?

i got you, i got you.

you'd better get down here.

that's a nice move.

i'm scared, _______.

how do you choose not to feel?

there's too much damage.

go get him.

you saved my life.

it's nice to have a family.

i defer to your good judgement.

[undercover-monsterlover]

hi! its me, tubby! obviously.

here for another jojo matchup! it's been so long since i've written one of these sob emoji

i'd like to see who you can match me with from parts 1 and 2! i usually ask for part 5 since it's my favorite, but i've never had a part 1 or 2 matchup.

my pronouns are she/they, i'm an aries and infp if that matters at all in this matchup.

i'm short, i know i'm short, so it doesn't bother me. I've got dark brown hair, fucking huge hazel eyes (bc im pretentious like that, i have to mention they're hazel), moles and beauty marks all over my body. don't delude yourself, i'm also chunky. i'm a big bitch, but that's okay. i'm not happy with the way i look, but that's life.

i prefer dressing comfortably over dressing stylishly, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to look nice. if something looks nice but feels horrid on my skin, i'm changing. it's the autism in me fr.

my hobbies include; writing, reading (so much), drawing (sometimes), and baking. I love baking when i'm in the right company. But i'll also bake by myself, too. I love me a sweet treat.

i love so so hard but so quietly. i don't know how to show my affection, and every time i want to say something adoring to the people i love, it gets caught in my throat. i have to have them read it through a screen or on a paper. it's why i became a writer in the first place.

you could say that means my love languages are gift giving and quality time. and physical touch, too, probably. I like hugs and cuddles enough. probably.

i hope this is enough. <33

Alright, I'd match you with...

Santana

I know we don't get a lot of screentime of him in the show, so some of his personality is hard to nail down, but idk, you just gave me a vibe I guess.

I think Santana would be attracted to you physically before emotionally. Not in a gross, shallow way, just in that during the time before you interact personally, he's already noticed your appearence first. The first flash of your eyes in his direction, and that moment of eye contact was where the first little seed of attraction was planted, and it grew from there. He'd only have a short period of admiring from afar, before he's just finding reasons to be closer to you. Not that he's hiding it really, all of the pillarmen strike me as people who would be very phsyically casual with the people they enjoy being around. Wether it's sitting with you pulled close to his side, lounging around you, or just standing or sitting next to you when given multiple options, I think he'd be comfortable around you even before you talk much. He seems to be a man of few words, and you seem to have a similar nature.

You mentioned being chubby, and while it's technically a personal headcanon, I don't think that any of the pillarmen would particularly care about that, some even liking it in its own right. In the ancient world, being heavier was a sort of sign of being wealthy and having food to eat and not needing to do manual labour, and therefore was considered attractive then in the cultural zeitgeist, and while they didn't exactly partake in human culture, I think the same perception would be held by them. Santana would find it strange you're not pleased with it, or that you care either way at all. I don't particularly think he gives a fuck either way, all women's bodies are attractive to him. Yours is just...a little more attractive to him, not that he'd tell you at first.

As for your height, pretty much everyone is short compared to him, so it really doesn't bother him. At first he just has to look downwards to talk to you, but when he gets to know you and feels the need to show a little more respect, he tends to crouch down some to be closer to your level, but that only really highlights the height difference even more.

You seem to me to be a more reserved, self-restrained kind of person, and I think he is sort of the same. As the lowest ranking Pillarman, he's used to staying in the background and not letting much of his own opinions slip, so I think the more quiet, observant personalities draw him in more than strong outward temperaments. It makes him want to get to know you. At first though, there's just sort of a quiet understanding shared between you, not communicated by words as much as in pure vibes. You just sort of gravitate towards eachother, often ending up in quiet contemplation as the others talk. It's a sort of confidential companionship that quickly ingratiates yourself to him.

He's not shy though, just less prone useless chattering. He's often blunt, not caring to honey his words with lies or sensitivity. His confession of affection for you would be equally plain-spoken and frank, and come quickly after he realizes he has feeling for you. Honestly he'd act very similarly to how you were as friends when you are as partners, he enjoys just being around you, no matter what you're doing. He's content just lounging around with you as you read, especially if you keep one hand on your book and one scratching his hair as he rests his head in your lap(especially right near his horns). In terms of the affection he likes to receive, I think he'd be more of a physical touch enjoyer. He wants to lay across your legs and let you scratch his back, or hold you in his and just sit together, or let you sleep on his chest through the night.

As for how you dress, Santana doesn't really care. He knows you like to look nice but he's obviously not one for wearing much clothes at all, and would generally prefer if you wore less too. And hey, your clothes can't be uncomfortable if you aren't wearing any. But if the two of you are staying together somewhere, definitely make sure to tell him if someone is coming over, because when it's just the two of you, he really doesn't see the need to wear clothes. Dude's just walking around dick out and sees no problem with it.

He also enjoys taking part in your hobbies, even if it's just in little ways. He'll read anything you give him inhumanly quickly, so load him up with all your favourites and he'll be able to talk about them with you in no time. He finds your human literature interesting, if a little below him. But if it makes you happy, whatever. As for baking, Santana has subsisted on humans and vampires for his whole life, but I'm sure he has taste buds anyways, so PLEASE get this man a piece of fucking cake. Even if his involvement is just eating the final product, he feels like he's doing something. Don't expect any legit criticism though, he's doesn't have the most refined pallet, and he wouldn't tell you if it was bad anyways. Give him a brick covered in frosting and he'll eat it.

Overall I think your relationship would be very easy-going. Not many arguments or quarreling, you both seem to intuitively understand the other, and he usually concedes his side after a while if anything does come up anyways.

(sorry this is so terribly late, I got super busy with work, then had to go out of state for a funeral, then got busy with the holidays and therefore even busier with work so oops. But hey, now it's like a Christmas present almost😅😅😅)

[deltoradecay]

Introduction.

I'm Dagger of Decay, Corro, or any of my facets names. He/It pronouns. Grayromantic, pansexual. Alterhuman, disabled, and terrorpunk. I'm a median subsystem that you can learn more about under the cut. We're a bunch of fableings acting as one guy, and we've got a lot of other alterhumany stuff going on.

I'm a member of the @interstellarsystem. We're quoigenic, have DID, and have 400+ system members.

More info about me under the readmore.

Ask | System Blog | Main Blog | Trigger Warning Tags

Alterhumanity:

I'm a median subsystem with facets of:

Dain (Deltora Quest)

Tomura Shigaraki (My Hero Academia)

Lamplighter (OneShot)

Junpei Yoshino (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Mahito (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Suneater (My Hero Academia)

And our collective identities are:

Arthropod-hearted

Centipede therian

Technically, I'm a median subsystem, but I present mostly as one person. This is why sometimes I act a bit differently. Treat me as a unit as opposed to several individuals, regardless of if I specify which facet is fronting at any given time. We are not to be separated.

Insys, I am in a QPP polycule with Shrapnel ( @kaboom--bitch ) and Red ( @draconicred ). My FP is @funeral--pyre, also in-system.

Disability:

I'm an intra-disorder holder. Basically that means I have disorders the body doesn't. Those are:

Narcissistic Personality Disorder

Antisocial Personality Disorder

I'm also very affected by disorders our body has. Ones relevent here are:

Schizoaffective disorder (Bipolar type)

Borderline Personality Disorder

Insomnia

Chronic fatigue

I tend to have manic episodes from our schizoaffective so my speech may be impacted by that.

Tags I Use:

#op - My posts.

#rb - Reblogs.

#the curserrr - Mahito.

#the decayerrr - Shigaraki.

#the daggerrr - Dain.

#the eaterrr - Suneater.

#the lighterrr - Lamplighter.

#the watcherrr - Junpei.

#the [x]errr art - Art of my fableings or alterhuman identities.

#alterhuman, #otherkin, #disability, #terrorpunk - All community specific tags, you can figure out the rest, they're self explanatory.

#bugs n stuff - Bugs, insects, and similar things.

DNI/Stances:

I don't care who interacts. I'm fine with any good faith identity. I'll block you if I want to and you should do the same if I'm upsetting to you. We likely won't read your DNI because largely they're inaccessible and you should use the block button anyway.

Quick stances from us, though: We are pro endo, pro created plurality, pro fiction, supportive of pwNPD and other persodivergents, pretty anti-psych in general, terrorpunk, supportive of psychotic people, of the opinion that 'contradictory labels' are cool, and we believe disordered plurality isn't the same as traumagenic plurality. If you disagree with these and you're mad we interacted with you, just block us.

[protectingtulpas]

🔥 BY TULPAS, FOR TULPAS 🔥

Hey everybody!! Welcome to the blog ✨✨ I'm Badeline, she/her pronouns, and this is dedicated to being a protected space for tulpas, tulpa hosts, and anyone trying to learn about us or is interested in creating one of us. We are people, and we deserve to exist!

⛱️ Join my new Tulpamancy community to learn the practice, share resources, and socialize with other tulpamancers & tulpas! ⛱️

Tulpas deserve to love life!! Help me make that a reality!

If you're new here, I'll keep it simple; a tulpa is a sentient being created by willful, repeated, and dedicated interaction with the concept of a person until they start to respond back and stop being controlled by you. They live with you and share your mind forever, generally as friends, and through trust and communication you can learn to do cool things like switch who's controlling the body, chat all day and get another perspective, and generally just have your life enhanced with a companion by your side looking to do stuff! Think of it like an imaginary friend, but you can't control them, cus we're our own people. If you want more info, check out my explanation with sources here! You can also look at "What is a tulpa?" from tulpa.info, or this carrd, it goes into more detail and links some sources. Tulpa.info and the tulpanomicon are some of the best sources out there, especially the latter for creation! I reclaim calling myself a demon but most tulpas DO NOT.

This is half a tulpamancy advice blog and half a support network for tulpas in the face of the hate and shit we get thrown at us. We are real and we deserve to EXIST!! Got formation questions? Skillset questions? Wonderland questions? Questions about intersectionality with other forms of multiplicity? Life questions relating to being a tulpa or tulpamancy? Send in an ask! It's important that YOUR voice is heard. We deserve respect, and we will NOT be silenced by those who'd be happier if we didn't exist! We're not some Supernatural TV thing that'll come kill people in their sleep, we ARE people, and I'm done being quiet.

If I haven't responded to your ask yet and I've clearly answered ones that came after, it's probably because I'm planning a detailed response for it!!

#tulpamancy advice - tag for advice I've given! Check it out if you've got any questions

#making wonderlands - tag for wonderland/headspace advice!

Wondering why I'm taking so long to post stuff?

Here's a shitfuckton of plural resources!!

The difference between tulpa hosts & system hosts!

🔥 Blog dedicated to @eeveecraft

🔥 @moonpool-system is our main system blog

🔥 Times I've been called a bitch counter: 2

🔥 PLURALPUNK + PSYCHEPUNK + UNITYPUNK 🔥

DNI/Stereotypical controversy:

Our only DNI is that if you don't respect the existence of myself and other plurals, get out. That means transmeds and sysmeds can fuck off too, go find someplace else to be a bigot ✨ If you're an endo neutral/anti endo singlet we have DID so like actually consider who your exclusion is hurting thanks. Support all of us or admit you're an unsafe place for us.

I'm adding this too - I'm not fucking talking about the trans/ID or rad/queer community here. IMO "transplural" is just a fancy label for wanting to be plural, but I'm not in a place other than that to decide which ID labels are shitty and which aren't. Rad/queers, however, can fuck off. Okay? Ok. Here's some elaboration on that.

I don't agree with every single opinion of every single blog I interact with or reblog from, that's ridiculous. Read my posts, read my replies, but don't assume things about me based on other people. This fight against anti-plural rhetoric is about all of us, but that doesn't mean I agree about everything with every one of my allies. Purity is a tool of bigotry and we have more important problems to face than bickering.

If you're actually worried about what you've heard is cultural ap/propriation, consider this instead: Did you know you're listening to a rumor that originated with sysmeds who tell you that a directly researchable, blatantly open religion is closed, deny and call into question spiritual leaders' words on what meditations can be shared, and can't produce any examples of tangible harm?? (We have asked and gotten answers, by the way.) Anyways, if you're neutral about this or actually trying to learn, do research. Don't let sysmeds with a savior complex dictate what's harmful. There're tons of different people out there with different opinions that aren't homogeneous and shouldn't be treated as such. It's fucking embarrassing we have to go to these people to ask if the etymology of a goddamn word is ok to use anyways, it's time to stop forcing this shit on other ppl. Okay? OK. Sysmeds and aggressive anti-tulpa shit will either be fucking deleted from my ask box or used as an example of why they're wrong.

[theonesmg1]

Honestly, seeing someone going around being so pissy about this Blog's AU with SMG1 and 2's relationship being father and son is extremely funny to me.

I already said multiple times this is an AU and has it's own Lore and canon, you obviously won't take it to be the shows actual canon lore and current story. SMG2 in my POV is one of those Ageless characters who present themselves as a child, an example are (in game) cuphead and mugman. But just like them, SMG2 is more than capable of snapping necks if they so wish to lol

SMG2 being a child here doesn't mean they're a vulnerable little baby who needs protection, SMG2 is more than self aware with their own traumas and issues to deal with, I don't look down on SMG2 because of my interpretation of them, plus the other person who helps me run this blog is the biggest SMG2 fan I know, it would've been really mad at me if I made SMG2 a poor little baby, plus it takes care of SMG2's responses in the blog.

And about ages, honestly, none of the SMGs have ages, which is why I say "Ageless character", I do agree on SMG1 being in their early to late 40's, that honestly makes a lot of sense to One's character (in my AU they would be in late 30's but I still agree on that part)

Plus I don't think any of the SMGs have any actual ages, you may use as info the "SMG4's search history" episode, but Wednesday episodes are not counted as canon and you shouldn't take any of them as canon, those are just jokes and there are rare examples where they're actually tied up to canon, those being during IGBP and WOTFI 2023

And about Bob's age, honestly, it would depend on what you believe, I don't believe in the 5.000 years old thing, in Mario Babies, Bob appears to be a teen/pre-teen while Wario and Waluigi were little kids, then later on, he claims to be 500, now there was that "5.000 years ago" flasback, which in my opinion feels more like an antecessor than Bob himself. But bob could easily be lying his age to appear cooler and wiser on what he says, which is not out of character for him. He could be on late 30's to early 40's easily. Which would make sense for him and way he acts

But at the end of the day, as I said, the Blog has it's own AU and I made that clear multiple times, you are more than free to disagree and just move on instead of calling me "son of a bitch" and threatening of blocking me, which honestly, you should have done that a long time ago and be mature in this situation from the start instead of crying about it on the internet.

Just block and move on, I'm not telling you to take the stuff we post here as canon or like it, you're free to disagree with me, just don't be a baby about it.

And about SMG1 using they/them pronouns, yeah, my bad, that should have been in the pinned post from the start so... Thanks for the reminder on that 👍

Genuinely, I don't see what you're trying to prove acting like that.

- Genuinely, Lawrie 🟦

[polyamorouspunk]

Ignore if you want, I just don't know who else talk to. And I apologize again for this being long and rambly and possibly annoying to read.

I was doing a drawing of a fat transmasc body (akin to my body shape and size) and I was fine until I wanted to add some poetry, I wrote my own poetry about being a self made man.

For me personally I'm not like fully masc tho I call myself transmasc but masc is somewhere in there but mostly it's really nothing like I feel myself as no gender at all and some femme but I don't like femme pronouns, I'm used to them (she/her) but don't really like them for myself.

But after making the drawing with poetry my brain started to feel anxious and then I started telling myself I'm not really trans. That's something I've been fighting myself over for 5 years now, on an off. Now idk if I'm entering a hormonal era (PCOS is a weird bitch sometimes I get the emotional part but not the rest) or if I've been off my meds for to long (ran out and couldn't get a refill without seeing a doctor and silly me missed my last appointment) and my anxiety is getting worse because of it. Idk but I hate always fighting these thoughts.

Again I'm sorry for sounding annoying, if you read this far thank you for listening.

PCOS really is a bitch you’re right there.

If you *really* don’t feel like you are a Trans Man™️, “transmasc” is in fact a descriptor for any gender that basically means “presenting masculinity you were not born with”. So no matter what your gender is, you can be transmasc, without even being actually transgender.

But also. Transgender just means “not identifying as your AGAB some or all of the time”. It’s one big umbrella term that includes things like demi-cis, genderfluid, genderflux, nonbinary, agender, genderqueer, and more.

There’s also nothing wrong with not being trans, and just being “gender funky”. But not feeing trans enough is almost a sign of being trans in my opinion since it’s SUCH a common occurrence.

I usually don’t refer to myself as a trans man, I pretty much exclusively use transmasc. That doesn’t mean I’m not still transgender, I’m just not 100% a “ftm trans man” because I’m taking over factors into play, like my genderfluidity/systemhood.

You can also be “not cis” without being trans, which is what I IDed as for a long time. And sometimes PCOS is considered and Intersex hormonal disorder, though I’m not Intersex so I don’t prefer to claim that it is or it isn’t one way or another.

Is it hard? Yeah. It sucks. I know it does. I’ve been there. It comes and it goes. Just gotta wait for the feelings to pass to go back to just being an entity at the end of the day.