#this post IS strap inclusive by the way

[enviousmoons]

Honestly sometimes I'm just in the mood for a cute girl to push me down on the bed and force me to service her. Whether that's by eating her out until she can't stand anymore and I'm so drunk on her scent that I can barely think, or burying her cock so deep in my throat that it hurts. I'm easy either way.

[insolemi]

New Beginnings

cate dunlap (gen v) x (hopefully)gn!reader

summary: cate's life takes a series of turns when she gets to God U, and you're at the center of all of them

genre: fluff, potential angst

inclusions: language, awkward situations, touchstarved and socially awkward!cate, overly-excited and outgoing!reader, ooc cate fs, this is more a few different scattered scenes that it is a full, single plot fic so be aware, my first attempt at a fic so please lower expectations

wc: 4.4k

hiiii… y’all i am so sorry this took me seventy years to get posted, i had the strangest series of events happen, but here it is and i hope you enjoy it !!

Godolkin is an entirely new environment.

It's not like Cate hadn't known that going into it, hadn’t known that her life would be completely different from the moment Indira Shetty had shown up in her room and offered her a way out of her childhood bedroom turned prison. She doesn’t think she’d ever be able to repay her for that. For getting her out of that house, out from under the echoing emptiness of the four walls of her bedroom and the occasional sound of her online homework videos.

For being the reason she met you. Her pretty, sweet little roommate.

Move-in day hadn’t been particularly good or bad, the large crowds of people and their chattering were overwhelming but calming at the same time, knowing the voices weren’t in her head but out loud, around her this time.

She made her way down the hall, brushing through smaller crowds of students and their parents as she counted the different numbers above the doors. 415, 417, 419. She reads the number, coming to a slow stop outside of the dorm room with the number written on the piece of paper in her hand, her name labeled right next to your name. The thought alone of it makes her nauseous, having to share a bedroom with an entirely new person she’d never met before and hope that they get along. 

Whatever. It’s fine. She can do this. All she has to do is walk into the room, introduce herself to you, and try her best to not embarrass herself. That’s easy enough, no? It’s not like its rocket science or a hostage situation (although the way her heart is beating loudly in her ears might say differently), all she has to do is walk in and say ‘Hi, I’m Cate’. 

She stands in the doorway, just staring at your back for a moment, her eyes wide, the leather of her gloves creaking around the strap of the bag she’s holding in her hands (one of the only things she’d even brought with her) as she works up the courage to just open her mouth and talk as the only thing running through her mind is that everything is fine, she's got this, all she has to do is say–

Fuck.

The second her mouth opens, you turn to face her from the desk you’d been arranging things on and any words she’d been carefully planning in her head die on the tip of her tongue immediately at the sight of you. 

She hardly has any time to let the thought cross her mind and register it before you’re in her space, introducing yourself with an excited note to your sweet voice and wrapping your arms around her in a brief hug, your chin pressed against the side of her shoulder, the palm of your hands braced on the back of her shoulders, the other hand around her neck. You pull back from her and rest your hands above the back of her elbows, your face still in her direct orbit as you smile at her, your mouth opening to continue speaking. “You’re Cate, right? My roommate?” There’s a pretty little sparkle to your eye that she has to tear her own away from.

She can’t think about anything but the sound of your voice ringing in her ears and the feeling of the heat of your hands over her sleeves, but she somehow manages to get the words out of her mouth to finally introduce herself. “Uh, yeah, hi,” she forces out, her head spinning so fast that she can’t think properly and she stumbles back a step, pulling out of your grasp, unable to handle the warmth of your touch. She awkwardly tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I'm, um… Cate.” It’s been so long since anyone touched her so enthusiastically, without any ounce of hesitation, and now here you are, all smiles and casual touches, and she can barely keep it together.

But she does. She doesn’t want to come across as weird, a freak, so she smiles and nods along with your excited chattering, your energy far off the charts of anything near the realm of what she’s used to. “Thank god,” you laugh, clapping your hands together as you look her over for probably the first real time since she entered the room. “I was so worried I was gonna get a total bitch, but you seem sweet, so, again, thank god.” Another bell-ringing laugh.

“You have a nice laugh.” Fuck. Again. Her and her big mouth. “Sorry! I didn’t–”

“It's fine! Thank you," you keep the pretty smile on your face as you continue to look over Cate, a tint to your cheeks appearing briefly before you’re back to talking, something she’s starting to get the sense you do a lot (not that she minds, not if it means she gets to keep hearing your voice). "Oh, your hair is so gorgeous," you lift a hand from where it’s clasped in front of your chest to briefly lift a strand of Cate's blonde hair, admiring the clips she has in place.

Cate feels her pulse quicken. “Uh... thanks. It’s just, you know... hair,” she laughs nervously, unsure what else to say. Your touch, though brief, leaves behind a warmth that spreads through her chest, and it’s making her head spin

You smile brightly, seemingly unaware of how much you're affecting her. “Y’know, you and me? We’re going to be best friends. I can already tell.” 

Cate’s face flushes instantly. "Oh, um... yeah! That’d be cool." Her voice cracks slightly as she tries to match your enthusiasm, and she winces inwardly. You sound so sure of yourself, have so much conviction in your voice that Cate can hardly do anything other than believe your words. It’s overwhelming, in the best way, but she feels like she’s drowning in it. She’s not used to this kind of attention directed at her. You’re all smiles, your energy is infectious, and it’s making her feel out of place for not being able to respond how she wants to. She knows what she wants to say, but that’s almost never what leaves her mouth.

Still in the back of her head, there’s a wiggling part that kinda smarts at what you say. Best friends. That’s exactly what she needs, she thinks, a genuine best friend, though that thought directed at you makes her chest tighten in a way she doesn’t know how to handle, for reasons she doesn’t want to think about.

“You seem... really sweet, too,” Cate admits, biting her lip the moment the words leave her mouth. She hates how transparent she’s being but with you... it’s hard to hide how much she’s already attached.

Your smile grows even warmer. “Good! ‘Cause I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me, Cate.”

Cate lets out a nervous laugh, trying to mask the overwhelming flood of emotions that sentence sparks. "Yeah... I’m okay with that." More than okay, she thinks, but she can’t say that out loud.

—

It’s late, and the two of you are sitting on the loveseat couch in your dorm room that you’d somehow managed to acquire (somehow being you sweet-talking a frat boy out of one, not that anyone else needed to know that), mid-way through watching some animated movie Cate can’t remember the name of but you’d forced her to watch (‘forced’ meaning you asked her once to watch it and she caved) once you realized she’d never seen it. You’ve been leaning against Cate’s side for most of it, your head resting on her shoulder, legs thrown over the arm of the couch, and she’s been tense the whole time, back ramrod straight, trying her best not to move too much, not to let her nerves show. She’s terrified that if she moves, you’ll realize how fast her heart is racing.

It’s silent in the room until you let out a soft sigh, shifting slightly where you’re laying basically your entire body against her side. Cate can’t help but somehow stiffen up more. This doesn’t escape your notice, just like anything else that has to do with her, and you lift your head, turning it to look at her.

“You okay?” The concern in your voice makes her heart squeeze and she makes a conscious effort to relax a little. 

“Yeah,” she slips you a tight smile, her eyes darting back and forth between the screen and your face. More than okay if she’s being honest.

You nod, a soft hum of contentment leaving your lips as you lay your head back down on her shoulder, pulling your legs closer to you on the couch and loosely wrapping an arm around hers. Cate’s breath hitches despite her best efforts to focus on anything other than your bare palm on her arm. “Yeah,” you echo, the sound full of a kind of relaxation Cate desperately wishes she could hit.

It falls silent in the room again, the neon colors on the screen glowing brightly around the room, casting long shadows where the light can’t quite reach. There’s almost something either poetic or ironic in that, Cate thinks. Maybe she could figure it out if she could think about something other than the heat of your skin or your breath fanning out over her arm, your eyes still focused solely on the screen.

She feels like she should say something more, but the words get stuck in her throat, but all she can think about is how warm you feel against her, how much she wants this moment to last forever.

You glance up at her again, noticing the distant look on her face, and nudge her with a playful grin. "You’re still watching, right?" you tease, your voice light but laced with affection. “This is my favorite part.”

Cate blinks, momentarily startled, then forces a sheepish smile. “Uh, yeah. Totally.” But in reality, she hasn’t processed a single frame of the movie. How could she, when you’re so close? When your every movement sends ripples of warmth through her?

The movie continues to play, but all Cate can focus on is how natural it feels, how right it feels, sitting next to you like this.

—

It’s been a few weeks since you two moved in together, and Cate is slowly starting to feel more comfortable around you. She’s still a little awkward, old habits die hard (especially ones like hers), but she’s not as jumpy as she used to be. Especially not now when, where there used to be hard spots of tension in every silence between you two, are now small, quiet moments that are more comforting than they are terrifying.

So today, when you suggested grabbing coffee at the campus café, Cate agreed. Even if the thought of spending time alone with you, even if it is in a public space, still makes her heart race, she just couldn’t find it in herself to say no this time. She’s sitting across from you, absently stirring her drink as you talk about anything and everything, your hands doing most of the speaking for you when you bring it up. 

“So…” She can already tell you think you’re taking a risk bringing it up, which makes her stomach twist a little. “There’s this little hangout thing – not a party!” You reassure immediately, hand coming up to stop any protests she might have, already well aware that parties aren’t her thing; too many people, too much noise, too much of a risk of something bad happening. “It’s not a party, it’s just, like, five or six people, I swear.”

“You should come with me!” you say, your eyes lighting up. “It’ll be fun, I promise.” It’s a long shot, asking her to go to a party (or anything, really), and you both know it, but you never skip asking her anyway, despite her numerous rejections. It makes her feel… warm? That you never give up on her. That alone makes her reconsider her usual knee-jerk reaction of saying ‘no’.

Her fingers toy with the rim of her cup, buying her a moment to think. “I don’t know...” she begins, her voice hesitant. “Parties aren’t really my thing.” She glances up at you, biting her lip. “But... maybe.”

You nearly spill your coffee as you sit up straighter, eyes wide and a hopeful smile on your face. “Wait—really? You’d come?”

Cate feels her heart skip a beat at your genuine surprise and excitement. A small, tentative smile pulls at her lips, and for once, she lets herself enjoy the idea. “Yeah,” she shrugs, trying to sound casual even though her heart is racing. “Why not, right?”

You grin from ear to ear, letting out a little squeal of excitement, making her feel a little braver for saying yes. “This is awesome, Cate! You won’t regret it, I swear.”

She hopes you’re right.

—

Later that night, Cate stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her shirt nervously for what feels like the hundredth time. She’s never been comfortable with events like this, even if it is nothing big, just a small gathering with some people from your class like you’d said. Despite the anxiety gnawing at her, she’s determined to at least try, especially since it means spending more time with you outside of classes. She tugs at the sleeves of her shirt, her eyes lingering on her gloves.

Your soft knock on the open closet door pulls her from her thoughts. You poke your head around it, a playful grin on your face. “You ready?”

Nope. She is absolutely in no way prepared for this. At all. Cate takes a deep breath, her lips quirking into a small, hesitant smile. “Yup,” she chirps, though there’s still audible uncertainty in her voice.

You walk over to her, gently reaching out to fix a stray strand of hair that’s fallen out of place. Your fingers barely graze her skin, but it’s enough to send her pulse racing. “You look great, Cate.”

Cate’s breath catches at the compliment, and she gives a soft, nervous laugh. “Thanks,” she murmurs, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “You too. I mean, you also look great.” She's not entirely sure that covers it.

You grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. “Don’t worry,” you say reassuringly, “I’ll be right there with you the whole time.”

For some reason, that promise makes all the difference. Cate takes another steadying breath and follows you to the door, feeling just a little braver with you by her side.

Maybe tonight, she’ll finally stop holding herself back.

—

A few weeks later and the two of you are lying on your beds, the lights dimmed, just talking about anything and everything. These late-night conversations have become a nightly routine since moving in together, and Cate is starting to feel like she can really open up to you in ways she hasn’t with anyone else. There's something about the quiet of the room, the gentle rhythm of your voice, and the way you listen without judgment that makes her feel... safe, she thinks. 

You stretch out, letting your arm dangle off the edge of the bed, glancing over at her. “Hey, Cate,” you ask softly, “what’s your family like?”

Cate hesitates, staring up at the ceiling. She’s never been good at talking about them—the weight of her past always feels too heavy, too personal. But with you, it doesn’t feel quite as suffocating. There's something about the way you ask, like you’re genuinely interested, but not pushing her to share more than she’s comfortable with. She still isn’t sure how much she wants to reveal, but the silence that follows your question is patient, giving her room to breathe.

She finally speaks, her voice low. “My family’s... complicated.” She shifts slightly on her bed, pulling at the sleeve of her shirt. “I don’t really talk to them much anymore.”

You turn your head to look at her, your voice soft and full of understanding. “I’m sorry, Cate.”

Cate swallows, feeling a familiar tightness in her chest. She doesn’t want to go too deep, doesn’t want to drag the mood down, so she shrugs, trying to make it seem like it’s not that big of a deal. “It’s okay. I’m... kinda used to it by now.” Her voice wavers slightly, betraying her attempt at nonchalance.

The room falls into a thoughtful silence. It’s not uncomfortable, just heavy with the unspoken weight of everything Cate has never said aloud. You don’t push for more, just let her words hang in the air, like you’re giving her the space to share if she wants to. After a long pause, you break the silence with a soft chuckle.

“You know, I think we’re kind of like family now,” you say, the warmth in your tone unmistakable. You roll over on your side, facing her, your face half-lit by the soft glow from the window. “I mean, we live together, we spend a lot of time together, grocery shopping... pretty much checks all the boxes, right?”

Cate turns her head slightly, surprised by your words. The idea catches her off-guard, but not in a bad way. It’s just... new. “Yeah?” she murmurs, her voice uncertain. “You think so?”

“Definitely,” you say with a grin. “And you don’t have to think about any of that shit with your family right now. You've got me.” You scoot a little closer on your bed, giving her an earnest look. “So... if you ever wanna, like, talk about it, I’m here. But if not, that’s cool too. It won’t hurt my feelings or anything.”

Cate’s heart skips a beat. It’s not the words themselves that get to her—it’s the sincerity behind them. The way you say it, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, makes her feel like maybe she’s not as alone as she thought.

A small, genuine smile tugs at her lips. “Yeah,” she murmurs, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “I guess.”

You flash her another warm smile, your voice light. “See? I’m not so bad to have around, right?”

Cate chuckles softly, the sound easing some of the tension in her shoulders. “Eh, you’re alright,” she teases gently, heaving an exasperated sounding sigh. “Guess I could do worse.”

You laugh, a playful glint in your eye. “Wow, thanks, I think? High praise coming from you.”

Cate rolls her eyes, but there’s no denying the smile that’s still on her face. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late,” you reply, your grin widening as you settle back into your pillow. The easy banter between you both feels like a balm, soothing the heaviness of the earlier conversation.

—

You and Cate are sitting on the bed, talking like usual, but there’s something different about today—something a little heavier in the air. Cate’s been quieter than normal, her gloved hands resting tensely in her lap, fingers curling and uncurling against the fabric. You can tell something’s bothering her, the way her gaze keeps flicking down to her hands, then back up at you, as if she’s debating something in her head.

You wait for her to speak, sensing that there’s something she wants to say but is struggling to get out. Finally, you reach over and place your hand on top of hers, your thumb tracing gentle circles over the soft leather. “Cate... what’s going on?” Your voice is full of care, inviting her to share what’s going through her head, even when you both know you already know.

It’s silent in the room for a moment before you speak again. “It’s about your gloves, right?” A gross underestimation and you both know it. “You don’t have to wear those if you don’t want to. Not around me.”

Cate’s breath hitches, her eyes widening as she pulls her hands away instinctively. “I– I do,” she whispers, almost like she’s trying to convince herself as much as you. “You don’t understand. If I touch someone, tell them to do something... they have to. I can’t just take it back. What if I say something I don’t mean? What if I hurt you without even realizing it?”

Your expression softens as you scoot closer, your knees brushing against hers. “I trust you, Cate,” you say firmly, but with a gentleness that makes her heart ache. “C’mon, I know you’d never hurt me. Not like that.”

Cate bites her lip, her gaze dropping again to the gloves. She’s heard those words from you before, but it’s hard to believe them, especially when the memories of what happened to her brother still haunt her. “It’s not that simple,” she mutters, her voice tight. “I could slip up. All it takes is– is a touch and a word, and I could—” She stutters through her words before they break off, biting her lip. The thought of losing control terrifies her.

You lean forward, holding her hands tighter, not letting go this time. “I do know,” you say softly, your eyes searching hers. “I know, Cate, what you can do, what happened to your brother, but I also know you. And I’m not scared of you because I know it wasn’t your fault. Not even a little.”

Cate’s breath catches, her heart pounding as she stares at you with wide, searching eyes. No one’s ever said that to her—not like this. Not with so much confidence in her. She wants to believe you, wants to trust that she won’t make a mistake... but the fear of losing control, of saying something she can’t take back, always lingers at the edge of her thoughts.

She looks away, her voice trembling. “But what if—”

“No ‘what ifs,’ Cate,” you interrupt gently, moving her hand up to your cheek, even with the glove still on. “You can take them off. I want you to. Please?”

Cate’s heart pounds, her fingers trembling beneath the leather. She hesitates for a long moment, her mind racing with a hundred different reasons why she shouldn’t. But something about the way you’re holding her hand—like it’s nothing, like you don’t see the danger—makes her want to try.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, she reaches for the edge of one glove, pulling it off with trembling fingers. Her hand feels exposed, vulnerable, but you don’t flinch. You just hold her gaze, calm and patient, as if this is the most natural thing in the world.

She pulls off the second glove, her bare hands now resting in yours. She waits—waits for something to go wrong, for the fear to take over. But nothing happens. You don’t pull away. You don’t flinch. Instead, you gently lift her hand back to your cheek, letting her feel the warmth of your skin.

“See?” you whisper, your voice gentle. “You’re in control, Cate. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

Cate’s breath hitches, her chest tight with emotion. She can hardly believe what’s happening—she’s touching you, skin to skin, and it’s okay. It’s more than okay. It feels... right.

“I never thought I’d be able to do this,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I was so scared I’d mess up... that I’d say something and lose you.”

You smile softly, still holding her hand against your cheek. “You don’t have to be afraid, not with me. I trust you, Cate. I always have.”

Cate’s heart swells, the weight of her fear slowly lifting. For the first time in what feels like forever, she feels safe. Not just because of your touch, but because of the way you believe in her—like she’s more than just her power, more than her fear.

“I... I trust you too,” she finally whispers, a small smile tugging at her lips. She holds onto your touch, the warmth of your hand grounding her in a way she’s never felt before. “Thank you. For believing in me.”

And in that moment, with your hand in hers, the fear that’s haunted her for so long feels just a little bit lighter. Light enough to get everything else off of her chest.

Cate swallows hard, feeling like her heart’s going to burst right out of her chest. She tries to steady herself, but the weight of everything she’s been bottling up is too much. She glances down at her hands, then back at you, and before she can stop herself, the words start to spill out—awkward, messy, but real. “I... I’m scared because... because I care about you. Like, a lot. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone, and... and the thought of hurting you... it just—it freaks me out.”

She looks away as soon as she says it, like she’s half-expecting you to laugh or push her away. But you don’t. Her heart skips a beat when she hears your voice, soft and closer than she expected.

Your heart skips a beat at her confession, but you don’t pull away. “Cate, you’re not gonna hurt me.” You lean in, your voice a little quieter, a little more vulnerable. “I care about you too... more than you know.”

Her head snaps up, eyes wide as she stares at you like she can’t believe what she just heard. “Wait... you—you do?”

“Yeah.” You nod, looking just as nervous but still smiling a little. “I’ve felt like this for a while. I just... didn’t know how to say it.”

Cate opens her mouth, but all that comes out is this weird little half-laugh, half-gasp sound, like she’s trying to process it all. “You’re serious? You like... you’ve liked me?”

“Yeah. For a while now.”

There’s this awkward pause where you’re both kind of just staring at each other, unsure of what to say next. Cate lets out a shaky breath, her fingers twitching in your grasp, and she looks down again, her voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

Your smile softens, and you reach out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to think about that. I’m not going anywhere.”

Cate’s throat tightens, and she feels her eyes starting to sting. She blinks quickly, trying to hold back the tears, but it’s no use. They’re not just tears of fear anymore. It’s everything—relief, hope, something she hasn’t let herself feel in a long time. She leans in without really thinking, her forehead resting against yours, her voice barely audible, trembling just a little.

“Promise?” she whispers, her breath warm against your skin.

You nod, your eyes closing as you hold her just a little tighter. “Promise.”

In that moment, Cate finally lets herself believe it might be okay.

[unb1nding-t-b0y]

Transphobia/ micro aggression idk story cuz I see a lot of posts talking about transandrophobia but not as many stories about experiencing it. (Maybe it's just my Tumblr algorithm but regardless posting will hopefully help that too)

Anyways I'm 21 recently started transitioning and I've been performing at a drag place for a little bit. This elder queen (I don't even remember her name I think she was trans but with drag queens that have spent their lives In Drag it can be difficult to tell even when you hear them talk about themselves because many of these people kinda use male and female names pronouns etc interchangeably etc. I'll use she -her pronouns in the story because I'd rather not accidentally misgender a trans women and ik she doesn't care about being she/hered even if she is a cis gay) Anyways she asks bout me and I tell her my name, pronouns, and identity as one does in queer spaces. Upon hearing I was a trans masc she immediately feels the need to tell me the story of the time she *gasp* almost slept with a trans man. The story goes like this.

Shes at a drag night in some bar and a drag king approaches her and they hit it off. Shes into him and vice versa. They ditch the bar and make out in a car somewhere and when it's getting hot and heavy the dude pulls his strap out and tells her he wants to fuck her. All standard shit. But she goes on and on about how surprised and disgusted she was at both the fact that she's been fooling round with a "woman" and how off-putting it was to even suggest a BOTTOM get fucked with a dildo. She picks up. A. Drag. King. And gets surprised when he's trans. If a lesbian went to a drag night and picked up a trans woman and reacted in the same way people would call her an idiot for not bothering to have the critical thinking skills to consider that maybe that person performing gender up there is performing a different gender than they were assigned at birth. (Side note if you're gonna pick someone up without knowing anything about them you can't be mad about surprises. I swing both ways so a surprise is just fine for me but if you have a severe genital preference maybe fucking ask people before you're making out with them and wanting to fuck. Sorry you hate dildos but you should have checked, and honestly even if it's a cis dude you should at least try to verify that they get tested + use protection etc

Unfortunately the majority of drag kings I've run into have been CIS men. The place I'm in is very supportive and kind to cis men doing bare minimum performances (no choreography, no makeup, usually the dude just takes his shirt off at some point and that alone is enough to be praiseworthy. Or he wears a suit stands around and barely lip-syncs ) whereas drag kings that aren't cis or arent men are more often than not treated as outsiders.

The story also cemented what I was afraid of that ultimately I was viewed as an invader of the space. That for some reason cis queens and cis kings are more acceptable in a space that was pioneered by trans women and drag queens. The trans drag shows Ive gone to haven't had any trans men in them unless they are open call. It's hurtful it's alienating and it's frustrating. I AM STILL TRANS. IF YOUR TRANS INCLUSIVE SPACE ISNT INCLUSIVE OF ME ITS NOT INCLUSIVE. It's frustrating that as a trans man when I enter "trans friendly gay bars" I'm often treated like an annoying presence getting in the way of everyone else's dicks only zone. Sorry I don't have a cock but that shouldn't be a requirement to occupy these spaces and you can't call yourself trans inclusive when you really mean just cis gays and trans girls. At the time I couldn't really articulate how fucked up what she said was so I just kinda said some non offensive topic change and moved on but like most of the other queens ignored or avoided me and that moment I figured out why I always felt like the odd one out. Because I was.

[softberrybi]

A quick note...

Hello from your local AuDHD switch verse bisexual. I'm on this corner of the internet to have fun and spiral into whatever current hyperfixation has me by the throat.

Minors, please don't interact. My blog is for people 18+. I'm a big advocate for sex education and curiosity, and my particular Tumblr page just isn't the space for that. If you're looking for an age appropriate resource, I highly recommend checking out Scarleteen. It's a wonderful site dedicated to providing medically accurate and queer inclusive information about relationships, sex, identity, and so on.

My asks and messages are open. Wanna be friends??? Feel free to message me any timmmmme. If you’re looking to be flirty, please be respectful. Opening with nudes or demanding nudes or sexting is just not the move, okay? I've been involved in the kink community for many years and have met so many wonderful people, so my tolerance is very low for people who hide behind kink as an excuse to be shitty. Also, I have a queue going, so posts appearing doesn’t mean I’m actually online.

Please note I’m wary of porn blogs with no other content, and I hear the Jaws theme song in my head whenever I get one word messages in my inbox because those “hey” or “hi” openers tends to escalate quickly without my consent. Again, be chill. If I get a weird vibe at all, the block button and I are besties.

Be a kind person, okay? Transphobes, terfs, swerfs, antifeminists, racists, ableists, fatphobes, bigoted jerks DNI. Honestly, get well soon and cut that shit out.

If I ever accidentally interact with something I shouldn’t or tag something in a way that doesn’t feel good, please let me know so I can edit or delete immediately. I respect you.

🌶️ spicy info under the cut 🌶️

Being a verse switch is so fun, okay? I'm attracted to people regardless of gender, and it's just so fun to make people feel good.

I use the traffic light system (💚💛🛑) for consent check-ins. Here is my Yes/No list for both giving and receiving unless otherwise specified:

Yes - praise/worship, puppy play, edging/denial, overstimulation, biting/marking, puppy play, teratophilia rp, impact play (just not face slapping/hitting), gfd, daddy/mommy kink (just no age play or incest rp), strap play / pegging, breeding kink

I think it’s also worth mentioning that there are types of play that I’m happy to engage in even if I’m not personally turned on by them. Examples include foot fetish / nylon fetish play and tickling (as long as I’m not the one getting tickled; that’s a hard no for me)

Sometimes - I don’t really post about any of these on this blog, and if I do, I will be sure to tag those posts. I sometimes enjoy objectification, degradation, humiliation, light CNC, helping a partner enjoy some light CBT, e-stim, watersports (especially during primal/possessive play)

No thanks - Heavy CNC that involves genuine fear play, scat, age play, race play, pro-ED anything, misgendering/detrans, vore, gore (some blood is okay, but gore makes me feel faint), intox/chem, permanent harm/scarring, incest rp

Obvious no (and instant report and block) to actual assault or endangering anyone who can’t consent (e.g. anything to do with minors, bestiality, and so on)

This should go without saying, but if you have a partner / partners who will be hurt by you playing with someone else, please don’t flirt or try to play with me. I’m only down to play with folks engaging in ENM or single folks, okay? Be nice to your partner(s).

Also, since this has been coming up in my asks and dms quite a bit, I’m not looking for a sugar situation. I will just delete the ask/message 🤷‍♀️ Thanks!

[narcoticwriter]

Primogems & How They Predicted the Most Devastating Plot Twist of the Game

This item may be the bane of every F2P player's existence and the whale's minor inconvenience to acquire, but I believe that in terms of lore and what the future of the story holds, it can possibly be one of the most blatant warning flags in the game.

Before I go into this specifically, I would like to show you where this post is coming from in earnest.

The one on the left was the beta version of the primogem icon and I have the current one adjacent to it as a comparison.

This? This right here? This is just a slap to the face, a true insult, dare I say a gauntlet thrown on the ground in front of me.

You don't know me if you think I'm going to take that shit, so of course, I'm picking it up and I'll have my pistols. Tell me where and when because I'll be there with receipts.

Not only will I argue that the beta design was quite pointed and intentional with how often this specific shape shows up with characters, lore, and the game at large, I will blatantly declare that it is the key to figuring out where this story is going to end.

If you've been here before, you know what to expect from this, and if you're new? Strap in with some snacks and a healthy appetite for questioning the lore because on this blog, we go ham or we go home.

What is a Primogem Anyway?

According to the wiki, the description of a primogem is as such:

"A primordial crystalline gem that's beyond the mundane world. Shines with the condensed hopes and dreams of universes that once were."

The information here is already intriguing in the sense that the words 'hopes' and 'dreams' are used in relation to their appearance as well as the word 'primordial', which roughly means 'from the beginning of time'.

So with that, we have to ask ourselves one question: how do you even get something like that in the first place?

How Do You Acquire Primogems?

Before I go into this, the ways that I am providing are (in my opinion) the only canonical ways that make sense to acquire primogems at all as they have lore, in-game quotes, and things that point to what I believe will tie into primogems either through other topics or their uses.

Genesis Crystals

To start off, the description of a Genesis Crystal is as follows:

"An energy crystal from the very origin of the universe. Formed from within nothingness out of pure potential and hope, it contains enough energy to create a newborn star."

If one looks at the definition of a primogem, one can see that this Genesis Crystal is used to make primogems. This is evident by the in-game application of the '1:1 Ratio' conversion of Genesis Crystals to Primogems.

It should also be of note that the distinct shape of the crystal is defined as the 'triquetra'. This symbol has a relation to infinity and interconnectedness, which is interesting as the crystal is used as a source to create a condensed byproduct in primogems, something decidedly 'star shaped'. So with that, you also have to ask how one could acquire such a thing in the first place.

The Blessing of the Welkin Moon - New Moon

Please note that this is not in reference to the product that you can buy in the game, but instead, the new moon variant that one can get in web events. This, however, doesn't mean that the lore is not inclusive of the said products either.

I have an ask that went into some more detail about this in a more speculative nature, but for the sake of this, I will put the description of this object below:

"A ritual prayer, recited on the rising of the first new moon, to ask for the moon's blessing in the form of wealth and good fortune. For your purposes, the new moon you shall pray to is the first-ever new moon in Teyvat, since it's the first one you've seen here."

So, with this, we can assume that:

There is a 'prayer' one must make to acquire both primogems and Genesis Crystals

The moon plays a significant role in this process as the said object only last 30 days (roughly the same length as the moon cycle)

Something else of note that I would like to point out is that the new moon is when the cycle starts specifically. Over these 30 days, one can acquire a total of 2,700 primogems and 300 Genesis Crystals, the same as the standard Blessing of the Welkin Moon you can buy.

This image of The Welkin Moon shows a few symbols that we've already seen, such as the primogems themselves as well as the triquetra, so we can firmly establish that this is indeed a valid way of getting these things. But in relation to the moon cycles and lore that incorporates that as well, one must stumble into places you wouldn't typically expect to find those or primogems at all.

Spiral Abyss - Moment of Syzygy

Primogems? In my Sprial Abyss? It's more likely than you think.

The Spiral Abyss is split into two distinct sections, the Abyss Corridor (Floors 1-8) and the Abyss Spire (Floors 9-12) and as such, I'm only going to go over The Abyss Spire in-depth as they replenish their primogems every cycle (15 days).

A physical description of the Spiral Abyss states plainly:

"A grand underground corridor which leads to an unknown spiral constructed by a great empire that has long gone. What treasures await deep in the palace, and what monsters lurk in the shadow..."

"Surrounded by mysteries, the inverse tower is now known as- Spiral Abyss."

With this description, I believe that this 'great empire' is not Khaenri'ah, but something affiliated with the 'Lunar Palace', something that existed and fell into ruination long before the game is set.

With this context in mind, one can see why the snippet called 'Moment of Syzygy' would say:

"The cycles of the moon elucidate the turning points of fate, and as the gears turn at the beginning and middle of the month, the treasures hidden at the end of the spire shows itself."

From Moment of Syzygy, one acquires 600 primogems per cycle of the Abyss, so given the presence of 'treasure' and the heavy emphasis on the moon, one can assume that you would absolutely find primogems even in such a place and if you don't think so, there is proof.

For example, the word 'syzygy' is defined as 'a conjunction or opposition, especially of the moon with the sun'. This is another term for an eclipse, a phenomenon that also includes three celestial bodies (the moon, the sun, and the earth).

Another example of this is something called 'Blessing of the Abyssal Moon'. These come in distinct phases (every 15 days) and are labeled as the 'Waxing Phase' and 'Waning Phase' respectively, granting boons to any characters fighting in the Spiral Abyss, this imagery is further emphasized by the accompanying images of the Corridor and the Spire respectively:

Further on, this Abyssal Moon seems to be a variant of the 'Blessing of the Welkin Moon' as the word 'welkin' means 'the sky or heaven'. So now we have the Heavenly Moon and the Abyssal Moon, two direct opposites in terms of definition and distinct as to what is granted as a blessing.

So yes, you could acquire primogems here with some difficulty. There is, however, another way to do so, though this one might be the most interesting one of all.

Batte Pass - Gnostic Chorus

Please note that I am only referencing the 'Gnostic Chorus' in the teaser trailer and not the purchasable one in the game, although like I've said before, the content in each can be inclusive to each other.

I had some back and forth in my mind concerning the addition of the Gnostic Chorus in this classification, but after looking at the provided dialogue from Venti, I believe it has its place as where one could acquire primogems. The said dialogue is as such below:

"Once, there was a glorious kingdom established among the heavens. From that kingdom came a crowned heir, tasked with seeking out the Genesis Pearl from the Kingdom of Darkness."

"The first crowned heir began her journey of seeking the pearl. But she was deceived, and the memory of her noble origins faded. She now believed that she was the queen of the Kingdom of Darkness." 

"But take heart, a second crowned heir had already taken up the path where the first had stumbled. This is the story of your journey, of your tale to be told."

Immediately, one can clock the term 'Genesis Pearl' and can relate that to 'Genesis Crystal', which we have already defined as something essential to how one can acquire primogems as well as going into what it is in its core.

There is also the imagery of the star-like things on top of the city in the heavens and this mountain specifically, which also lends credence to the presence of stars.

This 'Kingdom of Darkness', however, is up for some debate, as it could be Khaneri'ah, the Spiral Abyss, the Abyss itself, Teyvat itself, or something that we haven't come across yet, so I don't have anything conclusive to say about this particular matter.

From the Gnostic Chorus, you can get 680 primogems per pass acquired. As to why I chose to include this boils down to the fact that the story being told in the dialogue is the Traveler's. The story at large can easily be applied to the Traveler as the way the canonical story goes is that Aether is the one to pick up the task. While there are many theorists that think this isn't the case, for the purposes of this and how this will relate later, I will stick with this view.

Why Does All of This Matter?

To summarize what we've gone over, you can get primogems from

Genesis Crystals

The Blessing of the Welkin Moon (New Moon)

Spiral Abyss (Moment of Syzygy)

Battle Pass (Gnostic Chorus)

And the reasons why you can get them from there specifically is because:

A tie to the essences present at the beginning of the universe and frequently emphasized to be from beyond Teyvat

The frequent allusions to the moon and its cycles

The presence of hopes and dreams as material as opposed to abstract ideas

Symbols and lore that coincide with the topics already established

So in this sense, Primogems are not to be understated in any way as they can all be canonically acquired from this.

However, one thing that I haven't gone over until now is what one can do with Primogems after they've got them.

What to do With Primogems?

A primogem's uses are described and laid as such:

Replenish Resin

Unlock levels of the Battle Pass

Acquire Fates (Wishes)

While at first, this may seem like a system in which the game itself operates, the lore that I've also provided points to more of what to expect in the future as well as how the main character (Traveler) interacts with Teyvat at large as there are certain objects only primogems can make:

Original Resin

Acquiant Fates

Intertwined Fates

All of these things have importance to the lore due to how they influence the world around them and how they are used, the original resin being one that brings many things into question.

Original Resin

The uses of original resin are for ley line outcrops, domains, normal bosses, and weekly bosses. However, I will only really be focusing on ley line outcroppings as they are related to the ley lines themselves.

The description provided for original resin is as stated:

"It is said that the roots of all the Irminsul trees and blossoms in the world are intertwined at the deepest, most hidden place in the earth, and that the pattern the root system makes defines the Ley Lines of the world."

It is also necessary to define Ley Lines and the respective outcroppings (also called Blossoms), which are:

"A mysterious network that links the whole world together, within which flow the elements..."

"A flower blossom known as "Revelation" which grows from the Ley Lines in response to someone's desire for battle. Perhaps the treasures within it can help one recall the perils that they have experienced once before..."

"A flower blossom known as "Wealth" which grows from the Ley Lines in response to someone's desires. Perhaps the treasures within it can satisfy a person's monetary desires, for now..."

So to clarify, the original resin would naturally be a part of these as well as the outcroppings and as such, I do find it quite interesting that a certain number of primogems can replenish the Traveler's supply of it at any time it's acquired. This is important because the implication suggests that in theory, the Traveler can do this whenever they'd like.

This original resin can also be used to make something called condensed resin, which is described as:

"Crystal filled with immense energy. The silver-white Irminsul trees and blossoms are connected to ley lines that have become blocked over time. The energy contained in tree resin can purify the obstructing substance."

This implies that with enough of this resin, one could purify (enhance the bounty from the ley line blossom) any unnatural thing that could be obstructing the ley lines, something that primogems could expedite quite speedily in decent amounts. This, however, is nothing compared to what comes next.

Fates

There are no words that can describe how absolutely broken this is in terms of lore and implication, but I can give it a shot.

In short, wishes are the gacha system in the game, but as I've broken down the lore for every item in the game that I have here, it's only natural that acquaint fates and intertwined fates will have some lore of their own as well.

So to start off, the acquaint fates are used on the permanent standard banner. There's a brief description provided here:

"A seed that lights up the night. No matter the distance apart, guided by the stone's glimmer, the fated will meet under the stars."

This likely indicates that this certain type of fate is meant for the standard characters on the banner which will come regardless of the time that passes.

However, one must also take into consideration that the design of the acquaint fate was different from the CBT yet again.

As a result of this, I can no longer believe that the triquetra design is simply a coincidence. Primogems are naturally going to be used to make acquaint fates in this instance as the Genesis Crystals have this motif of infinite interconnectedness and primogems are a part of that cycle.

The intertwined fate lends credence to this statement as its description state:

"A fateful stone that connects dreams. Its glimmers can entwine fates and connect dreams, just as how its glimmer links stars into the shapes of a heart's desires."

This is painful to me. As if it could not be more obvious than this. We get it. Crystals = Primogems as Triquetra = Infinity. I suppose it had to be changed for that reason, then.

So this description is obviously calling people out every time they pull for the character they want, but a fateful stone that connects dreams? At this point, I'm being handed the motifs and themes within the story without even having to work that hard for them.

As I've stated before, dreams are described within the crystals and the primogems and as such, they are going to have to do with the intertwined fates. However, I will also make the point that this is the first time that it has blatantly said anything about the stars. As the primogem is meant to resemble that shape a bit, the connection is also there.

It is also interesting that the act of using these is typically described as wishes, so in the sense that primogems are described as condensed hopes and dreams, that isn't as far from the truth as one would think.

Byproducts

Speaking of stars, the byproducts of using these fates manifest in objects called masterless starglitter and masterless stardust. These are the remnants of fates and are described as such within the wiki except a point of note would be that they are referred to as a 'surplus of destiny'. This likely refers to the characters and objects acquired.

The descriptions are also more akin to off-hand comments such as 'perhaps it can create new destinies when in large enough quantities' or 'perhaps it can light up other corners of the universe.'

It should be noted that these objects can be used to buy more fates, but it takes a somewhat substantial amount to do so. Depending on which characters are acquired, you can get a decent amount of these, which can be used to buy things from 'Paimon's Bargains', which segues almost perfectly into this final section.

The Bottom Line (+ My Theory)

After taking into consideration everything I have gone over in the eight hours I have hyperfixated on this theory of mine, I have one conclusion and one conclusion only. This starts with a question. A small one, a seemingly innocent one. One that you wouldn't usually pay attention to but with all of this? You have to now.

Why is Paimon, of all people, able to convert starglitter and stardust into fates?

Well, I believe it is because of what has been established over and over again in the entirety of this post. Take a moment to look at her for a second or two.

What do you see? Is it familiar? With all that you know now, does it strike a chord within you?

It should, as Paimon is the only character in the game to have both the four-pointed star and the triquetra on their person and character design, and if the 'genesis crystal=primogem' ratio is to be made manifest within the speculation, this means that this little person may be unaware that they are a segment of the universe itself.

People have been saying that Paimon is the Unknown God. People have been saying that Paimon is the final boss of the game. People have been saying that Paimon will betray the Traveler in the end.

Well, I believe that every single one of them is wrong.

Ladies and gentlemen of the viewing party, I submit to you that Paimon is none of those things at all. I submit to you that such petty labels and titles mean absolutely nothing to her in the grand scheme of things. I submit to you that she is simply above them all.

We can discuss Teyvat, Celestia, the Abyss all we want but if this information brought forward is right and primogems really are the established way in which it can manipulate the world for our dearest Traveler and his flying companion? Then who are we to stand against it?

I, Narky, submit to you, the reader, that Paimon is, without a shadow of a doubt, the First Descender.

Do I think that I'm reaching a little bit? Maybe. But does the evidence lie? No, I don't think it does.

To clarify further, no I do not think that the Unknown God and the First Descender are the same people nor do I think that they are on the best of terms. So with that in mind, the theory will make a bit more sense.

Final Notes + Commentary

I've been scouring the internet and the wiki for over eight hours now, so I think I'll end this here.

So . . . what do you think? Will this entire theory be retconned in a future update? Will people much more observant than I pick it to pieces? Am I simply off my rocker and not medicated enough? Pick your poison! As I've said before, we go ham or we go home and I'm sitting in my house.

I would like to thank the Genshin Impact Wiki for having all of this stuff available to scrutinize and read to enable me to do this. All images and quotes I use are from there. I would also like to thank @scalpel-mom-mori for sending me an ask about Khaenri'ahn lore, as this is what got me started on this.

Leave your thoughts, questions, and commentary if you'd like. I'll get to them when I get to them.

Thanks for taking the time to read all of this and maybehaps you took something from it that you can utilize somehow.

Until next time, I see you when I see you.

[perfectlyripeclementine]

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You know what screw it I'm making my own positivity post!

Here's to the butch lesbians who are soft and sweet. Here's to the butch lesbians who are shy and kind. Here's to the butch lesbians who don't like strap-ons. Here's to the butch lesbians who are silly and goofy. Here's to the butch lesbians who still enjoy cute things and get annoyingly excited over everything. Here's to the butch lesbians of faith. Here's to the butch lesbians who are vanilla. Here's to the butches who worry they won't be taken seriously in our own community because we might not be perceived as "tough enough" to fit in.

We're not any less valid in our gender-nonconformity and lesbianism just because we don't adhere to the stereotypes that masculine women should always be hardcore tops and have an abrasive attitudes at all times.

Obviously, there's nothing wrong with butches who are stone and gruff, they're all awesome too! I just wanted to make a post for butches like me. I've been invalidated by others (a few times actually) for being "too soft to count as a true butch" despite still taking pride in my identity as a masculine presenting and gender non-conforming gay woman.

There's no wrong way to be a butch lesbian! WE ROCK! Also yes this post IS trans inclusive btw!

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So I was thinking about this post, and this person is so right. In Canada there’s this smug air of superiority, even in school it’s there, that we’re better/more advanced and socially progressive than the US. Which is complete and utter bullshit. This is going to get long, so strap in I guess. The last residential school closed in 1996. That was 27 years and 4 months ago. Younger than my sister. As of May 21, there have been 35 short-term drinking water advisories placed in First Nations communities, and that’s excluding those in the British Columbia region. 63% of Indigenous women have experienced sexual assault in their lifetime and red dress day isn’t just for fun, missing and murdered indigenous women is a huge and ongoing issue that many people I’ve encountered scoff at. Because fundamentally, to many non-indigenous and Métis people I’ve encountered, it just doesn’t matter to them. And that’s a really big problem with Canada, we keep our evil under the rug and put on an air of superiority to keep the act together.

Police killed 69 people in 2022, the highest death toll in a single year to occur in Canada due to police brutality. And there’s been a 66.5% increase in deaths associated with police use of force from 2011 to 2022, with, you guessed it, a large percent of that statistic being black and indigenous people, despite only making up around 8.7% of the population (in 2022). It should also be noted that if you google police brutality in Canada, the first two results are on the rise in police brutality, the third is a CNN article on how Black Canadians have been battling systematic racism and police brutality for centuries. Which paints a pretty accurate picture of our lovely police force. But really, let’s talk about Chantel Moore as an example. In 2020, Chantel Moore was shot multiple times by an RCMP officer who had been called to her home for a wellness check, subsequently dying. Jeremy Son, the RCMP officer claimed that it was Moores own fault as she had been walking towards him holding a knife. According to the coroner, she had been shot twice in the chest, once in her abdomen and once in her left leg. Just to remind you, for allegedly walking towards the officer while holding a knife. It was also testified by a toxicologist that she would have been showing no serious signs of intoxication when this happened. And this might be the most important fact of all, and ties into the above issue of missing and murdered indigenous women, Moores ex-boyfriend called the wellness check for her because he had been receiving text messages by someone who seemed to be stalking Moore, the RCMP officer tapped on her window to wake her, because, according to him, she had been asleep on the couch, and that’s when she grabbed the knife and walked out onto her balcony, according to Sons testimony, she didn’t drop the knife when asked and he then shot her 4 times in rapid succession. Honestly discrimination against any non-white person in Canada is strong, my clearly indigenous mother gets followed by security guards in local grocery stores as if she’s a threat, even though she has done absolutely nothing to give anyone that impression except dare to have darker skin. The amount of people I’ve heard talk about how residential schools were actually good for the indigenous people because they “kept them from becoming drunks” is sickening and despite being hailed as a “diverse, multicultural, and inclusive nation” we have a long history of discrimination, especially towards Chinese Canadians, who, in a 2021 census, were found to be one of the largest ethnic groups in Canada, and millions of essays and articles and what have you’s could be written on the shit our Government has put them through. And discrimination against Arabic people is no joke in Canada, a 2021 survey found that Canadians are 10% more likely to claim that there are too many Arabic immigrants entering the country compared to immigrants in general.

All this to say, our political system was made by Colonizers and is deeply flawed, feeding a culture of hate towards anyone labeled “other”, this system relies on ignorance and secrecy, presenting itself as a good, positive and progressive force, and while I will admit that our charter is decent, we still aren’t superior and we never will be. Instead of harbouring pride for an event that happened over a century ago, let’s turn our eyes on parliament hill, and strike a match. Anyways this was a super quick skim over the surface of the fucked upness of Canada and I left a lot out, if anyone sees any misinformation, etc pls let me know! My sources are listed below.

https://www.canada.ca/en/immigration-refugees-citizenship/corporate/reports-statistics/research/racism-discrimination-migrant-workers-canada-evidence-literature.html

https://www.canada.ca/en/canadian-heritage/campaigns/asian-heritage-month/anti-asian-racism.html

[loversys-x3]

My Midas and his snapshots headcanons

(I try to keep my inclusion to a minimum)

OG Midas - Midas in his prime. I'd put him in anywhere from late 20s to later 30s, perhaps pushing 40 even. Got his shit figured out. Fully transitioned. Had a wife. Divorced said wife. Had a daughter, an equally bad relationship with her, but deep down he cares. (I have to bully him sometimes to make him admit it). Is a lot better with his curse now, avid collector and still a renounced criminal. Had established Ghost and Shadow. Flooded the island.

Midas Rex - I'd like to say this is post loot-shark attack Midas. But hear me out, I say that because I genuinely like to imagine there is absolute jack shit under that armor of his. His entire armor is just pressurized circuitry with the remains of a human head strapped in. I do not like to think he's canon to the current timeline of Fortnite, but he did exist in an older version of the timeline

Shadow Midas - I've seen so many theories about why Shadow Midas canonically exists. My take? He's a dead version of the OG Midas that didn't somehow save himself with the Rex armor post island flood/shark attack. Which means he exists in his own separate timeline as well. His golden touch shifts to the shadow touch (name pending because idk what it's actually called), which has been shown to modify the genetic makeup of organics and the appearances of non-organic objects. He's also like 80% corporeal, but phases through stuff when it's deemed funny.

Marigold - Alright this makes no sense by any means, but I'm gonna take a stretch and say that this is Midas' second daughter. Probably a bit older than Jules, but I feel like she actually comes from a separate timeline that merged with the main one at the time where she was canon. (I don't remember how long ago it's been since she was on the island as an NPC.) I get it, she's female Midas, but. Bird brain and a few interesting tidbits make me feel like they overlap as something other than just snapshots of each other. (And I'm not saying lover because fuck that shit. Midas has tattoos to reference his other daughter, I don't see how this is different.)

Midsummer Midas - I'd like to think he's canon to the main timeline. Where Midas survives and heals from the shark attack. But. He's gone into hiding. And this is probably the last public appearance we see of OG Midas. He's just here to like. Try and be a good father. And try to eat his ice cream, play with a beachball, etc. This is also the variation I stared at to learn about the Marigold's name tattoo on his leg.

Icebound - There's not a lot of documentation on him. I'd like to think he's yet another alternative timeline version of Midas. What significance does he have? I dunno.

Golden Gear Midas - Objectively younger Midas. Probably in the 18 to early 20s range. Vault cracker, criminal for the stacks, street punk in the best way, a bit wreckless, did not have the greatest control of his golden touch (hence the gold patch on his cheek), didn't have his daughter yet nor established GHOST or SHADOW as organizations yet. Personal touch? Pre-transitioned Ftm.

Midas Flopper - Uh. Nonverbal. How he ended up as a thing that exists in the Fortnite universe is a mystery to the loop itself. Unknown why upon consumption it causes a looper to barf up a legendary gun.

There was like two more potential Midas snapshots that were supposed to be counted, but idk what to write about that bony fuck Oro. (I'm 90% sure that's the origin of the golden touch?) Cyclo is also an iffy write for me too because it has the same body mold, but I don't have a clue what his lore actually is. (I think he has to do with zero point or the eye of the storm experiments, but don't hold me to that.)

[imrllytootiredforthis]

So I have a question, and I hope you don't take offence or possibly miss my genuine curiosity in this? You write about dom!reader x members (which is fucking hot and the only reason I follow you cause its that good) but I have to ask, how do you picture fucking them? Like, is it with a strap on? Or maybe a transgender reader? I just wanna know so that I understand how to see myself when I'm getting lost in your fics.

Thank you <3

Hi anon, no offense at all from my end!!

I actually really liked this question because it made me look at myself as a writer, and also just as a person and the things that i'm into,

Before I say anything though, you yourself can read it however you want. I think that’s part of the beauty of sharing your writing, letting people have their own interpretations and views on what you write.

I want my writing to be inclusive to everyone, which is why most (not all but most of my newer-ish) fics that aren’t requested are attempted to be written with that in mind.

But if you really do wanna know what I imagine, it’s a bit harder to explain because it’s shifted so much over the time that I’ve had this blog and from a day-to-day basis as well.

When I first posted on this blog, nearly a year ago last October (crazy how long it’s been) I would’ve definitely said I imagined it as a reader with a strap but at the time i was using she/her pronouns 99% of the time and was only kind of questioning my gender identity. Now, however I use any on here because I don’t feel like any fit me for the majority of the time, it’s shifting and changing with the day and feeling.

Even now I can’t pin down one to tell you for certain because there isn’t one way I only think when I’m writing. Sometimes I imagine the reader with a strap and fem presenting or with a strap and gender neutral completely, I imagine a trans reader-amab or afab with a strap or without. I imagine a male reader too sometimes, or female reader with a dick because it’s fiction and why the hell not.

A dick is a dick and if I wanna write a fan fiction where I have a pretty boy drooling over mine then I’m gonna write it no matter if I don’t have a real one (sadly, but we’re not gonna get into that right now)

I write pegging/fucking w a reader w a dick more often because i am a little bit uncomfortable writing where the reader is being penetrated and find it hot as hell (to say it frankly) for the reader to be doing the penetrating instead.

I project any and (mostly) all of my fantasies onto this blog and those have few bounds so honestly I couldn’t tell you

So, sorry anon, for making you read this all to give you a bullshit, on the fence answer but that’s what I got right now!😅

[cosmonaughty]

The Lucky Ones. chapter 3

I didn't post last week, so I'll post chapters 3 and 4 this week!

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“When’s the soonest you can sneak out tonight?”

“Excuse me?”

Claudia looked at Vincent in disbelief. The two of them were walking home together, a practice which had become scarcer since Vincent had entered High School the year earlier. The situation was made more difficult by his recent inclusion in the High School’s mathletes program and by Leonard’s insistence that Claudia be home by four o’clock. Nevertheless, they tried to meet after school as often as they could; they hadn’t been able to think of a way to buy more time. Now, Vincent seemed to be proposing a solution, albeit a risky one.

“I said: when’s the soonest you can sneak out tonight?”

“I heard you, I just don’t believe it.” She wrung the strap of her satchel in between her hands. “You know that I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” He pouted. She flashed him her cold glare, a skill she had honed to perfection over the previous four years.

“You know why not.”

“What your father doesn’t know won’t hurt you.” She shook her head but Vincent persisted. “Look, it’s easy. Just wait ‘til he’s gone to sleep, then you slip out the window with your trademark grace and meet me at the overlook. It’s not like you’ll be out all night, anyway, so what’s the harm?” When she answered with silence, he added, “Don’t you want to have more time together? I mean, I wouldn’t call what we’re doing now ‘hanging out’.”

Claudia stopped on the sidewalk and regarded him sternly. If she didn’t respond, she imagined he would just continue to make his pitch until they reached the intersection where the two of them always parted ways. He stopped as well and stood with a half-smile on his face, a few strands of hair fell in front of his eyes but he made no move to push them back. She stared daggers at him for a minute but his confidence didn’t waver. Finally, she sighed,

 "If this goes wrong, I don't want to see you anywhere near my funeral. Understood?"

Vincent beamed and clapped her on the shoulder.

“That’s my girl! I knew you’d come around. So,” He began walking again, leaving his hand on her shoulder, guiding her forward. “What time are we meeting?”

                Late that night, when she was certain that her father was asleep, Claudia crept out of bed and got dressed in the dark.  She looked around her room and took a deep breath before sliding open the window and climbing soundlessly out into the cold spring night. Praying that nobody would see and recognize her, she ran barefoot through the empty streets of Silent Hill and quickly made her way to the meeting place that she and Vincent had agreed upon earlier that day.

 When she finally reached the rendezvous point, an old, often vandalized bench which was nestled in the reeds and brushes that overlooked the dark water of Toluca Lake, there was no one else in sight.  Moving carefully, she stepped over the cold, damp earth, searching for any sign of him. She had never been out so late before, not with anyone else and certainly not by herself. She didn’t have any experience with the night’s brand of darkness and didn’t know what it might be concealing. Her mind produced a catalogue of terrifying possibilities: snakes, wolves, the living dead; although distressing in their own way, none of them could rival her fear of another person lurking in the reeds, just out of sight, watching with wicked intent. The idea made her insides twist and she found herself wishing Vincent were there to laugh off her concern. 

He’s not here… She thought ruefully as she scanned the surrounding bushes and grass. Of course not. It’s cold. It’s late. It’s a long way from home, in any case. I should have known better than to think that he’d show up. She pulled her sweater tightly around herself and fought back imminent tears. Why would he?

“Oh, Claudia,” She whimpered into the empty darkness. “You really are a fool…”

“Who says?”

Claudia’s hands flew to her chest to stop her heart from fleeing her ribcage as she spun around and nearly slipped on the ground’s thick covering of leaves and twigs. Vincent choked back a laugh and switched on a flashlight that he had been concealing in his jacket; he fixed the beam on Claudia and offered her an almost apologetic smile.

“Where have you been?!” She bleated. She hadn’t intended to shout, but the sound seemed to force its way out of her throat. Vincent held one hand out, as if to steady her.

“Whoa, relax. Sorry I’m late, I had a hard time getting out of the house; I’m not sure my mom ever sleeps.” He sat down on the chipped concrete bench and indicated the spot next to him for her to sit. She remained standing and crossed her arms indignantly.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Did I scare you?” He raised an eyebrow at her knowingly. She looked away, refusing to answer. “Come on, don’t be like that. Here, sit down, will you?” She shook her head, still not looking at him. “Okay…” His voice took on a teasing lilt. “If that’s how it’s going to be…well, then-” He leaned forward and pulled her down into a seated position across his lap. Claudia gasped and grabbed hold of his jacket to steady herself.

“Vincent!” She scolded. “You can’t just-”

“Hush.” He touched one finger to her lips, abruptly silencing her. “You were practically asking for it.” She shook her head in exasperation but said nothing. “You know,” He brushed her wind-swept platinum hair away from her cheek. “You’re really kind of cute when you’re angry.”

“Sh.” The sound she made was sharp, but not as sharp at the glare she shot him.

“What? It’s true. You should see your face right now, you’d think: ‘damn, I look cute’.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just…” She shook her head again. “This is wrong; sneaking out, being here…with you, it’s all wrong. We shouldn’t be here.”  Vincent surprised her by chuckling softly in reply. She furrowed her brow slightly. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re just trying so hard to convince yourself that’s true.” He answered.

“It is true.” She insisted.

“Ah, Claudia…” He sighed, resting both of his hands on her shoulders. “It’s only wrong if you get caught.”

“That’s a terrible thing to say.” She protested but was answered with another laugh. “Did you ask me to meet you here just so you could make fun of me?” Now she was glad it was so dark so he couldn’t see a flush of embarrassment seep into her cheeks.

“No, actually.” He released her shoulders so he could search the pockets of his jacket. “I have something for you.”

“Giving me a heart attack wasn’t enough?”

“Oh, now you’ve got jokes?”  He scoffed and patted her on the leg. “Come on, up you go. I don’t know where you got the idea that sitting on my lap was a good idea, but you’ve got a lot of nerve.” She leapt to her feet, suddenly and acutely conscious of how at ease she had let herself become. He stood as well, patting the pockets of his jeans, then his shirt. “Yes, here it is!”

He turned on his flashlight and fixed its beam on the object in his hand: a small pendant, about the size of a quarter, on a silver chain. Claudia tucked her hair behind her ear to keep it out of her face as she leaned in to examine the item further. The pendant had an embossed image of a woman kneeling, with wavy lines flowing behind her indicating long hair. At first, she was taken aback when she observed that the figure appeared to be nude, but when she noticed that the woman was holding some kind of plant, she lit up with recognition.

“Oh!” She looked up and offered a tentative smile. “Is it…?” The woman who offered a reed to the sun, she thought. One of the two people who created God. Surely, that was who this was meant to represent. However, she became confused when Vincent clarified,

“It’s Virgo.” When he saw confusion cross her face, he added, “Your zodiac sign, right…?”

“Oh…I don’t know my zodiac sign.”

“Actually, I think you’re on the cusp of Virgo and Libra, but, I mean, come on.” He gestured toward the image on the pendant. “That’s totally you. What with the hair, I thought…”

“I guess I can see that.” She stood up straight again and shrugged. “Well, anyway, it’s nice.”

“I found it at Green Lion…uh,” He leaned in slightly and turned the flashlight’s beam toward her. “You know it’s for you, right? I’m not just showing you.”

“What?” She had not realized this and turned her face away from the light in an attempt to disguise her shock. “Why?”

“’Why?’” He repeated, barely disguising the laugh in his voice. “You’re my friend and it suits you. Do I need more reason than that?”

It shouldn’t have surprised her to hear him call her his friend, yet somehow it did. In the four years they had known each other, she had only ever heard him refer to her by her name and occasionally as “Sister”, if he was trying to ruffle her feathers.  Cautiously, she peeked back at him to see if he was making fun of her again, but she couldn’t read his face; the beam of the flashlight distorted her vision and everything beyond it was concealed by the darkness and by a sheer veil of fog that was beginning to cascade in from the lake.

“I don’t have anything for you in return.” She timidly replied.

“Well, that’s okay.” He lowered the flashlight and again offered the pendant, which she lifted gingerly from his palm and held up, running her thumb over its raised surface. “Do you want help putting it on?”

She shook her head and moved her hair out of the way so she could clasp the chain behind her neck. The necklace had a reassuring weight to it and it felt comfortable resting against her sternum. Her hand went to the pendant and held it; the metal was still warm from its time in his breast pocket. As she traced the image again, something occurred to her.

“Hey, Vincent?”

“Hey, yeah?”

“How do you know my zodiac sign when I don’t even know it?”

“Oh, it’s easy,” He explained, seemingly pleased that she had asked. “It’s just based on when your birthday is.”

“But how do you know m-”

“I just already knew it. Don’t remember how. Maybe you told it to me?”

Claudia couldn’t imagine what reason she would have to tell him her birthday. It was an occasion she thought of so rarely, even she sometimes forgot its exact date.

“So, what’s yours, then?”

“I’m Gemini.” Again, he seemed disproportionately pleased with himself. “Represented by a pair of twins.”

“Where do you hear all this?” She crossed her arms and tried to study his face, but was again unsuccessful. “And don’t say ‘around’, either; that doesn’t help at all.”

“This stuff is all pretty common knowledge, actually.” He shrugged. When she didn’t appear to be satisfied with his answer, he added reluctantly, “And also, I maybe was reading my mom’s Cosmopolitan. But only for the horoscopes.”

“Aha. And what did yours say?” Although she was teasing, there was a part of her that was interested in hearing about these things. There may have been answers to be found in the stars, after all, though she wasn’t sure she trusted Vincent or Cosmopolitan to interpret those answers.

“It told me to stay at home, but you know I hate to be told what to do.”

“Hm, and what about mine?”

“Yours said…” He paced back toward the bench, taking his time to think of something he could tell her that she would never believe. “Yours said that you should trust Gemini a little more.” He leaned on the bench and flashed her a smile that she couldn’t miss, even in the heavy night and gathering fog.

[taiyami]

gen question but i think most ppl in x reader spaces are female as far as i have experienced it so that they write female reader makes sense, right? or would you prefer if fics were all just gender neutral? also if its okay to ask: is it alright for those female writers to write male readers? i just think everybody writes what caters to them so the thought 'i have to make a blog for this' doesnt seem that bizzare. isnt that how female reader content comes to be as well? i just wanna know how we can be more inclusive/ diverse bc i dont know much outside gender neutral readers

I completely agree and I've said this on a previous post before that I understand the general population of the self ship and x reader community identifies as female, and therefore are women writing with the intention to come across to other women in their audience. I personally would much prefer people write what they feel up to writing, after all their art is for THEMSELVES! Nobody should be forced to write anything they don't want to.

Keeping this in mind, and I know I have personal feelings in this, but it feels a bit hurtful and borderline disappointing to always hear the "I don't know how to write male reader" line. Writers can write male characters but suddenly can't write a male character when it's in the form of a reader?

I can GUARANTEE there are trans people in this community that write AFAB women x male character readers and have no problems doing so. I write female characters all the time and I'm a guy. I don't understand where this sudden confusion pops up? This is not directed to you personally of course, I'm not upset with anyone in particular.

I cannot and will not speak for the entire queer x reader community, but a HUGE way you can help without having to bunker down and awkwardly write queer characters youre unsure of is uplifting and defending the people who do in your community. Are you rbing only AFAB readers? Are you being vocal about different bodies in your head canon musings? Do you FOLLOW openly queer people who write on tumblr? If you feel up to it, write a male reader x canon drabble! LISTEN TO CRITICISM and work around it! Don't be discouraged, and keep making the community better for everyone involved, even if you don't "make content" for that side of things. If you do decide to write for queer people but you're not queer yourself, sexual education is SO easy in the age of the internet!! Get yourself acquainted with strap ons, grinding pads, sensory toys ETC. It's not rocket science, everybody's got a hole !

And a note for people who do write gender neutral reader characters... maybe change up your body shapes every once in a while. Not every gender neutral person is AFAB.

Just remember that you have a voice to your followers, please make sure you're making the space safe for everyone by including us guys when you're musing about topics like "would your fave do this" or things like that.

[theangiediary]

omg Angie that was exactly what i meant and i loved it! I also adore Lebanon's favourite "are they?aren't they?" couple and imagining samdean co-parenting is such a delight. "If the baby looked like Sam, Dean would have like 12 disorders" got a laugh but it's so true i don't know how he'd handle it. It's similarly what makes me also like the idea of Dean having to deal with a deaged Sam just to see how gobsmacked he'd be. (Also those mommy recs? For a friend? 👀)

1. Oh good I’m glad it resonated! Truly, Dean would be against those baby chest carriers until the little guy was born, and then he’d not only constantly be wearing him strapped in, he’d also have one arm wrapped around at all times. Also that baby would not have a nursery, Dean would put the crib in their bedroom so he could be as close as possible, sit on the rocking chair at night just staring (Sam gets it, at least enough not to press the issue).

2. About A Boy with deaged Sammy: they’d have to end the show right there! Dean would run off into the night with itty Sammy, let some other hunter deal with the missing people. (/hj, I don’t actually remember what their relationship was like prior to that ep, all I know is it was VERY funny to me that they had a solution to the mark but Sam was like 🥺 “I am not baby?? no more Big Bro? Unacceptable.”  

3. Fic Recs

Haha, well! So many flavors... I’m throwing a huge mixed bag here, read what sounds interesting, skip what doesn’t.

Vice and Wish by thatsakitkat (incomplete, ABO A!Sam/O!Dean, 42k)

One of my all time favorites. It’s a little OOC, but Sam’s uh, canonical entitlement toward Dean/Dean’s body and resources is so so sexy. Cockblocking him, spending his money, joining him in Dean’s subconscious against Dean’s protests. Spn was allergic to having a consistent stance on souls, but if you largely view soulless!Sam as Sam without empathy, then.. Yeah. I think the Sam in this fic/universe is realistically ruthless in getting what he wants (a baby in Dean).

(Taste Every Fruit by the same author doesn’t have pregnancy, but is a lactation fic and uhh. Quite good.)

Nesting orphan_account (ABO A!John/O!Dean, 12k)

It’s been a minute since I read this, but I remember it being sweet, in a conservative fantasy way. Stanford era. Forced retirement. Small town. Also slightly OOC but like above, comes with the universe.

homebody by hellhoundsprey (ABO A!Jared/O!Jensen (background Jared/Ruth and Jensen/Tahmoh, 18k)

Listen, if you’re hesitant about rpf, this author writes it very much “vaguely inspired by the PR personsona of X”. People have been fantasizing about celebrities forever, heck, the SPN cast joke about rpf at cons. 

Anyway. Great fic. Darling sex kitten/tease and “Trying to be good” dynamic.

Share the Spoils Ch 2 by vintagedean (Fem!Dean/Sam, 2k)

Recently published, Deanna finding out if she’s pregnant and what she and Sam can do if that’s the case. Pushy teen Sam, distracted Deanna. "John's looming shadow" deserves its own character tag.

the need to choose by deadlybride (Hal!Dean/Sam, 3k)

Canon (post s7) divergence. The author has this halman universe which is similar to ABO but not quite; Dean’s something like an omega but not ✨feminine 👧🌷. Still, one of the things that the author does is realistic sex descriptions/pretty explicit naming of body parts: Dean has a clit, cervix, etc. Explores what having a baby would mean for them, in the context of SPN’s vessel plotlines. Sad, longing, open ended.

They Think I'm Possessed by deandatsgay (Dean/John, Dean/Sam 27k)

No pregnancy; Dean raised as Sam’s mom (thus inclusion in this list). Dark, dirty bad wrong porn. I love it.

[medtech-mara]

Waking up in custody of MAX-TAC

Author Note: So, normally, I only release these to my fellow campaign mates. what happened last sunday, after the campaign concluded for the night. A scene that was going to be long winded, had to be continued later. So these are more or less just recaps. So Character key in my pin post might be important to check out if you care to know. Anyway I hope you enjoy a glimpse into my Medtech's life in my Cyberpunk campaign Legends of Night City!

The loud humming of the AV, a sound that was once her everyday, now seemed so foreign as Mara Sterling began to wake from her blacked out state. Her vision, still blurry, and one killer headache. 

Instinctively, her hands reached up to cradle the back of her head where she can only assume was struck, but met with resistance. Seemed like her hands were cuffed and locked to the AV, A jolt of voltage coursed through her as she tried to let out a groan of discomfort for her pounding head, which prompted her to whimper in pain, to be shocked again. 

The C-SWAT team, all cutting up except for the person next to her, seemed to still be a rookie or had some humanity rehabilitated into him.

“Don’t speak, It’ll only shock you. You’ll be put in a holding cell until you are no longer a threat. Free to go after.” The Officer turned his attention to the rest of the crew and they began to go on about a call from earlier in their shift. Talking about how Lt. Jayce Adams has been missing, and wondering why Flight Crew Charlie 2 was called to the Inclusion zone. 

So, MAX-TAC didn’t send Jayce in for me… is it just a cover for him? The thought crossed her mind, but before she could even finish it, they had arrived at NCPD HQ in Watson, High up on the 100th floor there was the MAX-TAC HQ AV entrance, Guns pointed back in her face once more, demands being made of her, booking the nine yards. 

Finally, she was brought to a small 5x5 room with just a chair, sitting down in the chair, the Officers then anchored her arms so that she was stationary in the chair, shock collar still on, they left her without a word. 

From there Mara sat in this brightly lit, white room, strapped to a chair and a C-Psycho collar on, which only fueled her headache.

 It wasn’t long before rage in her only began to boil over in her, these people took Jack from her, and were laughing about it before his body could even be collected, that wasn’t going to be her. Yanking and jerking herself around in the chair, she began to let out loud screams of primal rage, and for the moment she didn’t even care that she was getting burned from the voltage. 

The screams didn’t last long before they turned into whimpers of grief and pain. Mara didn’t have much left in her to give, it was an exhausting day physically, mentally…. and now…. Psychologically.. Everything stripped from her in a matter of seconds. 

I didn’t even get to tell him… to tell him I love him.. 

Ocean eyes looked up to the ceiling, the tears began to fall down the sides of her cheeks and down to her earlobes. 

She stayed this way for an untold amount of time. If you asked her, it seemed like she had been locked in there for more than 10 hours, but she wasn’t sure. 

To busy being locked up in her own hell during her holding period, silently crying and flip flopping flashbacks of all the times she wanted to tell Jack, she loved him,

 Bullets eating through what was left of his ‘Ganic body, 

His smile, 

The dead look in his eyes as he said “I’m already gone, Mars.”, 

him at work, and so on.

This went on for 8 hours. At some point tears wouldn’t even come out anymore, and it hurt to keep going, but she couldn’t stop.

There was this giant hole left inside her.. She was just bleeding out, at one point she truly thought she might die from how much pain she felt in her chest, but that was just the panic consuming her. 

Mara came to the realization that her and Jack’s dream died with him.. She couldn’t run the clinic alone, not without Joi… She would have to reteach a new AI… It didn’t seem right to just replace what’d always been there. 

“Oh you fucked up dis time, do you even know who that is you have locked up?”

 J i h z z y’s voice and footsteps started coming down the hallway and towards her room.

“This is the Lt. Adam’s sister! YOUR BOSSES SISTER!” J I H Z Z Y looked into the room and laid eyes on a sight he’d never seen before. His wife but not the strong woman he sees everyday, but this.. Broken shell to resemble Mara Sterling. Something in her swollen bloodshot eyes was missing.

[cordycepsfem]

I saw this last night on Instagram. A new “Umbrella Academy” chapter book, because their adult audience is getting tired of this shit.

What I hated the most was the inclusion of “Viktor” in the names of the characters above. Viktor, as we know, is the hurriedly-written self-insert of actor E Page, who couldn’t do the adult thing and continue to play female Vanya (his job, you know) now that he’s such a strapping man. For a beautiful example of how to fuck up a show with a ham-fisted character change midstream, look no further than “Umbrella Academy.” In one iteration of my blog or another, I went into precise detail of why this was narratively bullshit and just plain bad writing. I can’t find that post, so please just believe me when I tell you, as a writer, they did a Bad Writing.

Viktor does not exist in original canon - it’s much too well written and more interesting than that - and I’m sure Gerard Way had very little to do with this new book. As much as I’m not fond of Way, I’m sure watching your canon get shit on and twisted beyond recognition is hard.

Riddle me this: trans actors are always saying “We should get cast to portray cis characters!” It’s a great idea, since there aren’t many specifically trans roles. I’ve seen it done well and appreciate the inclusivity. Here was a perfect opportunity… but no, no way to show off being stunning and brave and manly if Vanya remained. No way for EP to feel special and make the rest of us play along.

Season 3 was garbage. Can’t wait to see how they try to pull it out of the tailspin for Season 4.