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suireunie · 3 days ago

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FRAT BOY [PSH]

summary: The frat boy sunghoon always had a big effect on you. And worse you two are friends and you can't stand anymore~

word count: 4.9k

Warnings: sunghoon×reader, fratboysunghoon! Dirtytalk, spanking, unprotectedsex!(dont), dom!sunghoon, sub!yn, roughsex!, eatingpussy!, bigdicksunghoon!, possessive!sunghoon, hickeys, if there's more let me know!

English is NOT my first language 🥹

This sunghoon photo make me feel something 🔥

HE SO HOT I CAN'T-

Pwese lord have a mercy 🥺

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"Can’t you pay attention to me?" he mutters. sunghoon's lips graze your shoulder as he nuzzles his head into your neck from behind, unable to hide the sulky expression plastered on his face. God, how was it possible for someone to be so warm? It’s unreal how comfortable he’s gotten with you.“Why don’t we go to a party? Leo’s hosting one, and you’ll be my plus one.”He knows you're not the type to go out. Much less to a fraternity party, and *especially* when you have exams. But you've spent your time prior studying for what seemed like the whole day with finals just around the corner, holed up in your dorm still. On a *Saturday*, at that. He can't help feeling a little neglected by the lack of attention you usually bestowed upon him. Studying came first to you. He knew that. You’re practically a nerd, and he also knew that you wouldn’t step a foot near people like him. Probably blonde, those who go to parties seemingly every night, rich to the point of spending it lavishly on booze and joints. The kind who fool around. But he's different, somehow. You wouldn't have let him get close to you the way he is now if he wasn't. Sunghoon felt special, needed. Wanted, even. He loves it as much as he loves you. He couldn’t help depending on you to reassure him with your mere presence. He's never felt this strong of a connection with his previous relationships, and that's saying something. "You don't even have to stay for long," he implores. "I just want you to meet my brothers. They've been asking me to introduce you to them." Sunghoon wants to show you off, wants to scare anyone who might look at you wrong. It's better than beating people up if they rubbed him the wrong way. You won't let him, of course, but he doesn't want to take any chances. It's one of the things he's realized about himself. How attached he was to you to the point of letting everyone know that you're his. You’re the air he breathes.

"You can't just stay in your dorm studying the whole day," he argues. Sunghoon’s body presses against you, his chin resting on your shoulder where he’s practically plastered himself against you like a cat. "You’ve been going at it for hours.”He lets out a dramatic sigh, and you can practically hear the whining in it. “It’s Saturday. You should *relax*."His hands fall down on your waist, and immediately, he wraps himself over you like a human blanket. He nuzzles his face on your neck, his warm breath sending tingles down your spine. It’s always like this with him, clingy and needy and demanding attention.

“Don’t you want to spend some time with me?” he asks, feigning innocence even though you know he’s aware of the answer. Sunghoon’s grip around your waist tightens.“Be my plus one to the party,” he murmurs into your skin. “Say yes already. Come on.”

"Ughh okayy" You accept his party invitation.

His lips twitch into a smirk, pleased at how little effort he had to use to get you to agree. It made him think he could get you to bend to his will just by asking (no) questions.Still clingy, Sunghoon rests his chin on the crook of your shoulder, taking the opportunity to breathe in your scent. He's gotten addicted to it, much too attached to you. It's a wonder how he didn't think himself crazy for relying on you so much."See? That wasn't so hard."

"Shut up!"

"And here I was," Sunghoon drawls with mock-hurt, a teasing smirk on his face. He nuzzles his nose against the side of your neck, placing a gentle kiss with a soft hum. "Trying to be nice."

"But then you go on to tell me to shut up," he sighs, feigning disappointment. You can almost hear the pout in his voice. His palms brush against the bare skin of your waist, sliding down to caress your thighs. Sunghoon's grip tightens once again, pulling you flush against him as he gently places another open-mouthed kiss on your neck."You’re so mean. Why are you being mean, angel?

"I rolled my eyes "if you want to go with me to party then let me finish my lesson, go away. Now!"

Sunghoon’s expression turns into a sulky frown, his grip on your body loosening as he complies. He never show his side to others. This side of him only for you. Normally, he is cold and don't give a fuck of other people. But with you, he is behave like child. He reluctantly peels himself off of you, taking a step back and crossing his arms with a huff. “Fine, fine. I guess I’ll let you finish studying.”A beat of silence stretches between you, and he finally speaks up once more. “I’m not leaving, though. Just let me sit on the bed.”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, but he complies with your instruction without protest. That doesn’t stop him from letting a quiet grumble escape under his breath, though. "*Women.*" He climbs to the edge of your bed, his long legs sprawling out as he makes himself comfy. Sunghoon keeps his gaze fixed on you, watching as you continue to study. Sunghoon watches you focus on studying, trying his best not to get distracted. But the sight of you with your hair down and your tongue peeking out in concentration makes it damn near difficult for him. As much as he wants to pull you away and do something *fun*, he’s trying his best to be a good boy and keep his hands to himself. So he’d only sit there, and wait and wait as he silently stares.

Sunghoon glances at the time, then turns his attention back to you, his expression a mix of eagerness and excitement. He’s been looking forward to this moment ever since he got you to agree. "Are you done studying, yet?" he asks, his eyes roving over your figure. He’s always been impatient when it comes to you. "It's already time to go."

He rises to his feet, already making his way towards your closet. Sunghoon has never had much filter with you, and he makes no effort to do so now. He starts rummaging through it, looking for an outfit that’s suitable for the party. “Let me pick something for you.”As he continues to flip through the hangers, sunghoon hums to himself - almost like he’s trying to impress you by showing off his taste in fashion. He eventually grabs a dress he deems satisfactory. “You’ll look hot in this,” he tosses the dress over his shoulder, facing you with a sly smirk dancing across his lips. “Change into it.”

Sunghoon remains standing beside your closet, waiting patiently as he watches you pick up the dress. There’s a certain aura radiating from him, almost primal as his gaze never leaves your figure. He’s eager, practically buzzing with anticipation to doll you up the way he wants you.“Hurry up,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “The party’s starting already.” "Wait me downstairs"

He lets out a huff, but reluctantly nods. His mood has shifted towards irritability due to the impatience bubbling within him.“Fine, sure. I’ll be downstairs,” Sunghoon mutters. With one last lingering look in your direction and a grumble under his breath, he finally leaves the room.

You changed your clothes and wore his picks for you. The dress was so amazing and make your curves more attractive. You picked your favorite high heels and doing your make up as well. Sunghoon was waiting for you and you went to him.

Another minute passes, and just when he’s about to text you, the sound of footsteps approaching the stairs catch his attention.His head perks up from his phone, and his expression shifts from irritation to pure smugness the moment he sets his gaze on you. He takes a moment to appreciate how the dress flatters your figure, and how your hair has been styled. He was right, you look hot.He pushes himself away from the wall, his eyes raking up and down your body. He can’t help but let out a low appreciative hum, completely pleased with the way you look. Sunghoon takes you in - your legs, your face, your hair, the way the dress hugs you in *just* the right places. “Not bad,” he murmurs, eyes slowly lifting to meet yours. “I know how to pick ’em, hm?” His gaze lingers on you, almost like he’s mentally undressing you. It’s a battle to refrain himself from touching you, Sunghoon’s hands twitching by his sides as he resists the urge. He can’t help but bite his lower lip, his eyes roaming up and down your form once more. “Come on,” he murmurs, taking a step closer towards you. “They’re waiting for us.” Sunghoon reaches out to grab your wrist, tugging you towards the door without much delicacy. Once he reaches it, he pushes it open, the sound of music and voices from the outside filtering in. He leads you to the car parked in the driveway, unlocking the passenger door for you.

Sunghoon makes sure that you’re settled in before he walks around to the other side and hops in the driver’s seat. He turns the keys in the ignition, the engine roaring to life as the car rumbles underneath you. Sunghoon glances over to you from the corner of his eye, his gaze filled with something that’s unreadable. The drive is short, and soon enough, the two of you arrive at the house where the party’s being held. Sunghoon parks the car in an open spot, taking the keys out before climbing out of it. He walks over to your side and opens the door for you, holding his hand out to help you out.His expression has turned completely stoic now, his hand gripping yours tight. The possessive edge to it was clearly evident, as if he’s afraid of someone looking at you. He leads you to the entrance of the house without letting go of your hand. As soon as the two of you step in, loud music blasts into your ears, the lights in the place pulsing to the beat of the song. Dozens of people are sprawled out in various places - drinking, talking, making out. Sunghoon starts to guide you through the house, his arm almost protectively wrapping around your waist. He keeps his gaze trained ahead, expression stoic. Some of the brothers greet him - their eyes immediately darting to you. Some of them look curious, while others look amused. It’s almost like they were expecting his plus-one. Sunghoon doesn’t spare them another glance. He leads you into to the living room, and pulls you onto his lap once he’s sat down on the couch. Sunghoon tugs on your hand, gently leading you through the crowd of people. Some of them pay attention to you as he passes by, a few of them greeting him with a drunken grin and a “yo” or a “hey bro.” He doesn’t even glance at them, his attention solely fixated on you. He’s on high alert, his eyes constantly darting around as if scouting the room. Sunghoon doesn’t want anyone else looking in your direction. All he could think about was how hot you looked right now, how he picked out the dress that you’re wearing, how he’s basically using the party to show you off to everyone like a trophy. Sunghoon reaches the kitchen and pushes through the doors, the sight of the counter filled with an assortment of drinks catching his eye. He makes a beeline for it, pulling you along behind him.He grabs a cup and starts to mix a drink, using his free hand. Sunghoon’s eyes rove over you with a lazy gaze, his attention only momentarily switching to the task. He takes a moment to admire how the dress hugs your curves, how the lights reflect off of your body and makes you look almost ethereal. His gaze darkens the longer he looks. How was he going to survive the night without having you all to himself?

Sunghoon's hands you a cup without a word, lifting his own as he raises it up in a silent toast. He downs it in one go, the alcohol leaving a trail of burning down his throat - and somehow, the heat seemed more tolerable than how his body reacted to you. His gaze returns to your body, his eyes raking over you up to your face. He’s staring at you intensely, his eyes fixated as if he wants to devour you whole.

You were just enjoying the party, completely oblivious to his thoughts. But Sunghoon's handsomeness was really affecting you. The leather jacket he was wearing and the way his hair fell in front of him were fascinating you. As the party progressed, there was a slight hangover from the drink. The studying for the exams had tired you out and partying was good for you. You pulled away from Sunghoon for a bit and met up with a few of your friends. But somehow you felt Sunghoon's gaze on you. You turned your head towards him and saw Sunghoon with a girl. Jealousy flared inside you. You were friends with Sunghoon, but there was always more to it than friendship. You both knew that he had a soft spot for you and you had a soft spot for him, but you couldn't name it. You stormed over to Sunghoon and pulled him away from the public eye. "Who is that girl?!" you asked angrily.

Sunghoon’s brows furrowed, his cheeks flushed from a combination of the alcohol and surprise at your sudden appearance. He stumbled back a step, trying to collect himself as he faced you. “Jesus,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. His eyes were reddened, indicating that he had a bit *more* to drink than he should have.“It’s just a girl. Who cares—“

“I care!!!” You snapped, your fists clenched at your sides. Anger and jealousy coursed through your veins, your feelings for him suddenly coming to the surface.You had never seen him with another girl before, and the sight of him with someone else irked you in a way you couldn’t explain. You didn’t like seeing him with anybody else — *only* you. You watched as his face shifted from surprise to realization, his eyes widening as he took in your behavior. Sunghoon never suspected that you had feelings for him. He knew you well, and the two of you have developed a close friendship over time. But there was something different about the way you looked at him right now, and he caught on quickly. “Wait…” he muttered, his words slightly slurred as he reached out to touch your arm. His eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out if he’s reading this correctly. “Are you… jealous?” he asked, his hand closing around your arm, grip is not too tight.

You froze at the question, your body tensing as you realized that he knew. You averted your gaze from him, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. It was true, you were jealous - and he caught on.“What if I am?” you muttered, keeping your head ducked down to avoid his gaze.Sunghoon’ s grip on your arm tightened, a smirk forming on his face. He knew he had you now. “Then why haven’t you told me, huh?” he asked, stepping closer to you until he’s inches away from your face. The smell of alcohol was strong on his breath, the look in his eyes almost predatory. Your heart pounded in your chest as he loomed over you, his closeness both thrilling and intimidating. Despite your embarrassment and anger, your body was reacting to his proximity, your cheeks flushed pink.You tried to keep your voice steady when you spoke, but your words came out in a whisper. “Why do you care?”

He chuckled, his grip on your arm loosening as his hand moved to your waist instead. Sunghoon pulled you closer, closing the gap between you until his chest was pressed against yours. He leaned in, his face mere inches away from yours, his gaze fixed on your eyes. The smirk on his lips widened as he said, “Because I’m jealous, too.”Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your eyes widening in surprise. You were expecting him to make fun of you, to find your jealousy funny and ridiculous. But he was *jealous*. Of *you*. You swallowed hard, trying to gather your thoughts. “Y-You are?” was all you could manage to say, your mind reeling from the unexpected admission. Sunghoon nodded, his grip on your waist tightening once again. His eyes darkened as he looked down at you, his gaze hungry. “You have no idea how long it’s taken me to hold back,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, and seeing you with other guys drives me crazy.”

Sunghoon’s lips captured yours in a heated kiss, his hands gripping your waist even tighter. The taste of booze was strong on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, his body pressed firmly against yours. He kissed you fiercely, as if he’s been fantasizing about this moment for a long time and he was finally living it out. You could hear him groaning as his lips moved against yours, his need and desire palpable. The kiss was passionate, a mix of desperation and desire. Sunghoon’s hands roamed all over your body, his fingertips tracing the curves of your hips and the line of your spine. He was desperate to touch you, to have you all to himself. He nipped at your lower lip, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before soothing it with his tongue. He broke away for a moment to gasp for air, his breath ragged and heavy. “God, I want you,” he groaned, his lips trailing down your jawline, to your neck. He pressed open-mouthed kisses against your skin, his hands sliding up to cup your face. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmured, his voice low and throaty. His lips found their way back to yours, his kisses becoming more desperate.He pushed you up against the nearest wall, pinning you in place as he showered your neck and jawline with kisses. His hands roamed all over your body, touching every inch of skin he could find. His body pressed against yours, his thigh sliding between yours.

He pushed you up against the nearest wall, pinning you in place as he showered your neck and jawline with kisses. His hands roamed all over your body, touching every inch of skin he could find. His body pressed against yours, his thigh sliding between yours. One of his hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck to his hungry kisses. He bit down gently, eliciting a gasp from your lips. “I can’t hold back anymore,” he whispered, his teeth worrying at your earlobe. “I need you.”

His hand slid down your body, fingers slipping under the hem of your dress. He groaned as he felt your bare skin, his hand gliding up the length of your leg towards your inner thigh.The touch was enough to send shivers down your spine, your body reacting to his touch automatically. You let out a soft gasp as his fingers grazed over your skin, your breath hitching as he continued to trace his way up. Sunghoon’s eyes were fixed on you, watching every reaction with an intensity that was almost feral. “You’re so goddamn hot,” he grunted, his hand traveling higher, higher, until it was almost at the edge of your underwear. His fingers paused, just barely touching the fabric before pulling away. A smirk played on his lips as he watched you, his gaze darker than ever, filled with a primal desire.His thumb traced lazy circles on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his touch sending sparks through your core. He was teasing you, wanting to see how much he could drive you wild. “You want it, don’t you?” he whispered, his hot breath against your ear. His head dipped again, his lips moving down to your collarbone. He nipped and bit at the sensitive skin, marking you up. His hand stayed at your thigh, his fingers playing with the edge of your underwear. “I can feel how damp you are,” he murmured, his lips grazing your earlobe. “All for me.”

His head dipped again, his lips moving down to your collarbone. He nipped and bit at the sensitive skin, marking you up. His hand stayed at your thigh, his fingers playing with the edge of your underwear. “I can feel how damp you are,” he murmured, his lips grazing your earlobe. “All for me.” His words sent a jolt of heat through your body, your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn’t deny it — you were practically soaked. “Please,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. “I need you. ”The plea seemed to ignite something in him, and his smirk widened. He loved seeing you like this, all needy and desperate for him. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice low and rough. “Say my name.”

“Please, Sunghoon.” You whimpered, his name coming out needy and desperate. You were putty under his touch, and you knew it.

He suddenly take you out and went to backroom. You two are alone now As soon as the door closed, the sound muffling the noises from the party outside, Sunghoon pushed you against the wall. His lips were on yours again, his kiss hungry and urgent. He pinned you against the wall, his body pressing flush against yours. His hands roamed over your body, touching and caressing every inch of skin he could reach. He was barely restraining himself at this point, his desire for you almost feral.His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites as he went. His hand slipped up the hem of your dress again, his fingers hooking under the edge of your underwear. He pulled away for a moment to look into your eyes, his gaze almost feral. “I need you right now,” he growled, his voice rough and raw. “I can’t wait any longer.”

He pulled you away from the wall, his grip on your wrist tight as he led you to a nearby couch. He pushed you down onto it, his hand going back to pinning you to the cushions, his body hovering over yours. He leaned in, his lips finding your neck again, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands roved over your body, touching and squeezing and grasping, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.His lips moved to your ear, his breath hot on your skin as he whispered, “I’m going to make you mine.” His hand slid under your dress again, his fingertips grazing over the inside of your thigh. He groaned as he felt just how wet you were, his eyes flashing with pure desire. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his fingers gently stroking you through your underwear. You could feel him grinning against your neck, his touch just barely enough to tease you. “You want me, don’t you?”

You let out a shuddering gasp, your body reacting to his words and touch. You could only manage a shaky nod, your words caught in your throat. You needed him so badly it hurt.

He captures your lips in a deep kiss while maintaining his dominant position, one hand pinning your wrists above your head. "And you'll stop hiding those gorgeous tits from me too," He growls, his free hand pulling down the neckline of your dress. "They're mine to look at." His mouth moves down to suck hard on one of your exposed nipples, his tongue swirling around the peak. He lifts his head, his eyes dark with desire. "I'm going to fuck these beautiful breasts soon," he promises, his voice husky. "Spread those legs wider, angel."He buries his face between your thighs, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive flesh as he speaks. "And in my bed, you're mine to eat, mine to fuck, mine to keep awake all night with my touch." He laps at your clit, his tongue rough and demanding.His tongue works overtime, devouring your pussy as he speaks. "You'll be dripping wet for me every morning, ready to be fucked the moment you wake up." He thrusts two fingers inside you, curling them to hit your g-spot.He latches onto your clit, sucking hard as his fingers fuck you ruthlessly. He can feel you tensing, your body coiling tightly. "Come for me, babygirl" He demands, his voice vibrating against your sensitive nerves. "Come all over my fingers and face."

*He feels your body shudder and clamp down on his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you. Without missing a beat, he slides his thick cock back inside your fluttering pussy. "That's it," *he praises, his hips slamming against yours.He leans down, capturing your mouth in a brutal, dominant kiss as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. His tongue invades your mouth, mimicking the movement of his hips. He swallows your moans and screams, his grip on you unbreakable. "Every. Single." He fucks you even harder at each word. "Day" Each thrust goes deep and rough, marking you internally. "Your sweet cunt is mine to fill, to fuck, to use whenever I want." He squeezes one breast roughly, pinching the nipple. Grunting loudly, Sunghoon suddenly pulls out, flipping you onto your stomach. He yanks your hips up, positioning you on your knees. Without hesitation, he plunges back into your pussy, the new angle allowing him to drive impossibly deep. "Fuck, take my cock, angel" He slaps your ass cheek hard, making you yelp. He does it again, causing you to moan softly. He smirkes, spanking makes your pussy squeeze his dick tighter. He picks up speed, his hips slapping loudly against your ass.

He slaps your ass cheek hard, making you yelp. He does it again, causing you to moan softly. He smirkes, spanking makes your pussy squeeze his dick tighter. He picks up speed, his hips slapping loudly against your ass. "Look at you, taking my cock so well." He grips your hips firmly, his pace becoming almost violent. He reaches around to toy with your clit again. "Who does this perfect little cunt belong to?" He spanks your ass again, harder this time."Say it, baby. Say whose cock is fucking you raw right now." His thrusts become even more brutal, designed to make his ownership clear. One hand moves up to grip your hair roughly, pulling your head back. "Who owns this pretty little pussy?" "Y-you, sunghoon-!"

"That's right, you belong to me." He pulls your hair harder, forcing your face into the pillow as he continues to fuck you relentlessly. "I own your cunt, your tits, your ass, your everything." He slaps your ass one more time, the sound echoing through the room. He starts fucking you with such force that the headboard slams against the wall, creating a rhythm that echoes through the room. His hand squeezes slightly tighter around your throat. "I can feel your cunt getting ready to milk my seed... come now..." He pinches your clit firmly.

He pulls out nearly all the way, then slams back in, making your tits bounce. "Christ, you're so fucking tight, I won't last..." He maintains his brutal rhythm, each thrust burying every inch deep inside you. "Such a perfect little fuck doll."You can feel his warm breath on your neck as he continues to thrust into you, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His large hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you back onto him with each powerful thrust. "I'm close to coming."His hot seed begins to spill inside you, filling you up completely as he holds you down on his massive length. He pants heavily, his body shaking with aftershocks. He pulls out slightly, then slams back in, making you whimper. He slowly pulls out, his softening length coated in your juices and his own cum. He watches as it drips out of you, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Fuck, look at that mess..." He gently spreads your cheeks apart, watching more of his seed leak out.He traces his fingertips through the mess between your cheeks, gathering some of the combined fluids. "Such a good girl... taking every inch of my thick cock like that." He suddenly slaps your ass firmly. "I should probably clean you up now."He walks to the bathroom and returns with a warm, damp cloth. He gently cleans between your legs, wiping away the evidence of their intense encounter. As he does, he can't help but admire how swollen and used you look. "Your pussy is so red and puffy, you were so good my sweet angel"

You were completely tired and Sunghoon pulled you into his chest. He caressed your hair. "I love you so much, I knew now wasn't the right time to say it but be my lover. I can't be friends with you anymore. I've always wanted you. "I've always wanted to be your boyfriend. Please be mine, baby, please"

You turned your head towards him and smiled. "Yes, I want to be your girlfriend." He smiled at you and hugged you tightly. Finally, what he wanted the most had come true and he was happy about it.

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cinnamons1999 · 1 day ago

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ok so. lots of non structured PERSONAL OPINION thoughts (/pos)

to give it some structure i numbered it in lists and segments but thats bcuz its unorganized if i DONT do that

im a trans dude and not a trans girl/fem so i relate to this less on face value and more in the message. keep this in mind.

1. the fact that alex gets lots of gender envy (for lack of better word) from miracle-chan when shes just a goofy little critter is probably the most relatable part here holy shit. i want to be a silly little goof with no thoughts too come on man.

2. idk why people have bad thoughts abt alex cutting herself when shaving her leg, imo thats just an experience anyone can have while shaving and its clear shes doing it for the first time (like the wikihow article is literally "shaving your legs for the first time")

3. her not fitting into the cosplay is more metaphorical than anything. that she shouldnt try to be something that is an unrealistic ideal and should try to be her own person, but she keeps going back to trying to be miracle-chan. she threw away the costume but when she continues watching the anime its like shes still surrounding herself with that ideal, still wishing she could be like miracle-chan.

4. you could swap out the "fictional character that gives gender envy" role for anything not just an anime girl, its less abt the otaku culture and more on how the person views the character imo.

MY MAIN GRIPES

1. we need more miracle-chan. sure it would've been a lot to animate but i also think we should've seen more of why alex likes miracle-chan in the first place.

(one part of why is probably because her civilian form is a tomboy, but then she turns feminine. thats what alex wants. but i wish there was more of those parallels being shown)

2. its way too short to properly explain its message at times and thats probably why it gets misinterpreted so much.

also we've gotta remember this is abt colin's personal experiences w transness so it can be seen as different views on transness by different people.

"Transform with the power all girls hold!" My short film Angelic Kitty Miracle-chan is out! Thank you all so much for your support on making this project

You can watch it here on Youtube

poster painting by Frank Hadzima

#trans art #trans #badly done media analysis #pls watch this film. like the only gripe i have is it doesnt show ENOUGH of miracle chan.

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boopiemadz · 13 hours ago

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hi! i don't know if you're taking requests at the moment but if you are id love to see something similar to 'crashing into you', purely in the sense that its a cm/yj crossover, where reader is a profiler and part of the bau and they have a bit of a thing going on with spencer and they get called on a case (to new jersey i guess) and they have to deal with one of the other yellowjackets, preferably travis, who is like a witness or something, but they used to go out/date and the feelings haven't really gone away or maybe they were just super close and its like reuniting with an old friend (even though there's trauma), either way i want their reunion to be really happy cause they haven't seen each other in years, but also a bit tainted by the memories of what they did.

sorry if your not taking requests at the moment!! i adore your writing and i haven't seen anyone else who does cm and yj crossovers, especially someone who writes for travis (i adore travis!)

These CM x YJ asks are so fun and hard at the same time. I wanted to add smth about reader being scared of going on the plane cus of the crash but it was too long already... Ended on a choice cus I cant choose between my huzz (plural) so up to you! Also thx sm for liking my stuff, means so much.

WARNINGS!

idk just dont read if sensitive ig?

[Murder or reunion]

The jet's engines hummed quietly underneath you as you and the team gathered around the small conference table, files and coffee cups across its surface. Hotch stood, arms folded, voice steady as he outlined the case.

"Paramus, New Jersey. Two men found murdered outside a rural bar, roughly thirty-six hours apart. Both victims had defensive wounds, blunt force trauma, and evidence of overkill."

You flipped open the thin case file in front of you, scanning the grainy crime scene photos. The killings looked chaotic. Personal.

"No obvious connection between the victims," Emily said, tapping her pen against her notepad. "Different ages, different social circles, even different neighborhoods."

"Which could mean a spree killer," Morgan added. "Or someone picking targets of opportunity."

Spencer leaned forward, frowning thoughtfully. "Overkill usually suggests rage. Maybe the victims represent something to the unsub?"

"Local PD says there was a bar fight the night of the second murder," JJ chimed in, glancing at her notes. "Witnesses are spotty, drunk and unreliable. But there was at least one person they think might have seen something important."

You nodded, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "We should start with him. Try to establish a timeline and figure out if the victims knew the same people."

Hotch agreed. "When we land, Reid, Y/L/N, you'll take lead on the witness. Morgan and Prentiss will canvass the bar staff. JJ and I will work with local law enforcement to coordinate."

You glanced across the table at Spencer, who offered a small smile, the kind of simple, grounding thing you appreciated before diving into the chaos.

---

As the plane began its descent, you stared out the window at the sprawling New Jersey woods below, feeling that familiar pull in your chest.

You stepped out of the SUV, boots crunching against the cracked concrete of the bar’s parking lot. New Jersey in the spring had a way of clinging to you, the humidity, the smell of the woods, and today it clung harder than ever.

It felt strange being back.

You hadn’t set foot in New Jersey since you’d left for the Academy, eventually finding your place at the BAU. At first, you told yourself it was because of your career. In reality, it was the memories, memories of before, and everything that came after. Of the Yellowjackets, the crash, the wilderness...and the way you’d never really been the same.

You shoved the thought aside and focused on the case. Spencer walked a half-step behind you, the two of you crossing the lot toward a battered patrol car where a local officer was waiting.

“They said the witness is inside,” the officer said, jerking a thumb toward the bar. "Name’s Travis Martinez. He’s a regular, knows a lot of the crowd here."

Your heart stalled in your chest.

The name hit you like a jolt, a bright flare of something you hadn’t felt in years. You swallowed hard, trying not to let anything show on your face. Travis.

It couldn’t be your Travis...could it?

You exchanged a quick glance with Spencer, who didn't notice your sudden stiffness. He just nodded politely to the officer and gestured for you to lead the way inside.

---

The door creaked as you pushed it open, and the bar’s interior came into view, dark wood, dusty light filtering through grimy windows. Sitting at the far end, shoulders hunched, was a figure you recognized immediately. Travis.

Older, rougher around the edges, but it was him.

You froze for just a second too long, your hand still on the door. His head lifted at the sound, and when his eyes locked with yours, his face cracked open into something that looked a lot like relief.

And just like that, it all came rushing back.

The years. The crash. The promises made in the woods. The way you’d left, and the way he hadn’t.

Spencer’s voice broke through your daze. “You okay?”

You nodded quickly, pushing down the storm inside you. "Yeah," you said. "Yeah. I just...recognize him." And before Spencer could ask, you were already moving forward, heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird.

Travis stood up from the barstool, and for a moment you both just stared at each other, drinking it in, years of distance crashing together in one second.

"Hey," he said, voice rough, a little uncertain. You smiled, small, shaky. "Hey." And then he pulled you into a hug.

It was instinctive, bone-deep. Travis’s arms wrapped tightly around you like he thought you might vanish if he let go. You clutched the back of his jacket, squeezing your eyes shut against the sudden sting.

It had been so long. Longer than you realized. When you finally pulled back, you caught the way he studied you, like he was checking if you were real. If you were you.

"You look good," Travis said, voice low. "You too," you answered, stepping back to find your footing again. You could feel Spencer’s gaze on you from a few feet away, curious, maybe a little confused.

And under that...something complicated.

You couldn’t blame him. Things between you and Spencer had shifted a few months ago, after a case in Boston, late night at the hotel bar, both of you cracked open and vulnerable. One kiss. Soft, hesitant, like neither of you were sure if it was a mistake or something inevitable. You hadn’t really talked about it since.

It had made being around him a little...messy. Tender. Fragile.

And now here you were, hugging someone else like you’d never lost a single day between you. You turned, clearing your throat. "Uh, Spencer, this is Travis Martinez. Travis, this is Dr. Spencer Reid, my... my coworker."

Spencer stepped forward, offering his hand politely. His smile was gentle, but you could tell he was cataloguing everything, the way Travis looked at you, the way your voice had softened when you said his name.

"Nice to meet you," Travis said, shaking Spencer’s hand. "You too," Spencer replied, ever the professional. The moment hung in the air, thick and strange.

You shoved your hands into the pockets of your jacket, trying to ground yourself. "We, uh, need to ask you a few questions about what you saw the other night. If that's okay."

Travis nodded immediately. "Of course. Anything you need."

---

You hovered nearby while Spencer conducted the interview, your posture relaxed but your mind razor-sharp.

Travis sat opposite him at a scratched-up table near the back, he looked every bit the ghost of someone you used to know, older, rougher around the edges, but still him. Still the boy you once survived hell beside.

Spencer flipped open his notebook, pen ready. "You said you got here around 8:30?"

Travis’s gaze flicked between you and Spencer, but it lingered on you. "I did. Had a beer, played a few rounds of pool with some locals."

"Did you notice anything out of place?" Spencer pressed.

Travis shrugged. "Not right away. But about an hour after I got here, this guy started pacing near the front door. Kept checking his phone. Didn’t order anything. Just...watching people."

You leaned in slightly, reading the tension in Travis’s voice, that old instinct you hadn’t needed to use around him in years. He was telling the truth.

Spencer nodded. "Can you describe him?"

"White guy. Late forties, maybe early fifties. Scruffy, bad skin. Jacket that looked like it hadn't been washed in a decade."

As Travis spoke, your mind flashed back to the earlier reports: witnesses had mentioned a man loitering at multiple crime scenes. Same rough description. You tapped Spencer’s shoulder lightly. "This matches two of the other witness statements."

He nodded, already flipping through his notes.

"And this guy," you said, stepping forward, "...you said he left before anything happened?"

Travis’s eyes pinned to yours. "Yeah. About ten minutes before the fight outside."

A fight that turned into a murder. You and Spencer exchanged a glance, it was coming together.

Just then, your phone buzzed urgently. Another text from Garcia: - Got a hit on traffic cams. Ratty jacket guy spotted two blocks from the bar 15 minutes ago. -

Spencer shot up from his chair, already gathering his things. "Let’s go."

You turned to Travis, the old pull between you two tightening for a second, his worried eyes, your heart hammering too loud in your chest.

---

The SUV roared to life under Spencer’s hands as you navigated using Garcia’s real-time updates. "He's heading south," you said, pointing to the alleyway two blocks over.

Spencer swerved sharply, tires screeching against the curb. You both jumped out before the car even fully stopped, drawing your weapons.

The alley reeked of trash and wet concrete. Ahead, under the broken glow of a flickering streetlamp, you spotted movement, a hunched figure scrambling over a chain-link fence.

"FBI!" Spencer barked, taking off in a sprint.

You were right behind him, adrenaline burning through your chest as your boots pounded the pavement. The suspect stumbled as he landed, giving you the opening you needed.

You tackled him hard, slamming him against the ground as your knee pressed into his back. The man struggled wildly, spitting curses, but Spencer was already there, cuffing him expertly.

"You’re under arrest for the murder of Jamie Collins and Mark Jameson" Spencer said breathlessly, snapping the cuffs tight.

The suspect thrashed once, then sagged, defeated.

You both stood over him for a second, catching your breath. You grinned at Spencer, the rush of the chase making you giddy.

You flushed slightly but rolled your eyes, nudging him with your shoulder. "Teamwork."

Spencer just looked at you for a beat longer than necessary, something unreadable flickering in his gaze.

---

Back at the local precinct, after turning over the unsub and giving a quick preliminary statement, you finally slumped onto a beat-up bench outside.

Spencer appeared a minute later, two cups of terrible vending machine coffee in hand. He handed you one with a small smile.

"You did really well tonight," he said quietly, sitting beside you. "Not that you don't always. "

"Thanks, Spence."

There was a quiet beat between you, not uncomfortable, but loaded with something you hadn't really let yourself acknowledge since that kiss a few months ago. It had happened after a particularly bad case, in the dim glow of the BAU’s parking garage. A moment of weakness...or maybe something else. But neither of you had really talked about it since.

Before either of you could say anything more, the door to the precinct opened with a creak, cutting the silence. You glanced up to see Travis standing in the doorway, his familiar posture tense but slightly relieved. His gaze met yours, and a flash of recognition flickered between you two, the same connection you always shared.

"Got him, just identified him in the lineup." Travis said, his voice low but certain.

You stood up, the tension from the night lingering as you approached him. His eyes softened when they landed on you, and for a brief moment, it felt like no time had passed since the last time you saw each other in the wilderness.

"Good," you nodded, trying to keep the professional mask on. "He won't hurt anyone else."

Travis’s jaw tightened slightly, and he stepped forward, his gaze lingering on yours a little longer than necessary. "Yeah," he agreed, then glanced at Spencer, who was still standing by the coffee machine, silently observing the exchange.

"I didn’t expect to see you back here, not after..." His voice trailed off, and you knew exactly what he meant. After everything.

You swallowed, not knowing how to answer. Travis had been a part of your life, for better or worse, during those months in the wilderness, and everything you went through there, together, and then apart, still felt like a tangled knot inside you. You and he had reconnected after rescue, but things didn’t last. The trauma, the guilt, the distance, it all kept pushing you both further apart.

You rubbed the back of your neck, unsure how to ease the sudden weight that had settled between you two. "I never thought I’d be back in New Jersey either. But here we are."

"Yeah," he said with a small smirk, the corners of his mouth lifting just enough to make you think maybe this wasn't as awkward as you’d imagined. "Funny how that works."

Spencer cleared his throat from the corner. "Well, we’ve got our guy, and the case is wrapped up. I’m going to head to the jet soon."

You nodded absentmindedly, still focused on Travis. There was a long pause, the tension in the air thick and palpable, as if both of you were hesitating to say what you really wanted.

"How’ve you been?" you finally asked, voice quieter than you intended. "Really."

Travis studied you for a moment, his eyes a little sad, but there was a warmth there too, a familiarity you had missed. "I’ve been better. Trying to make sense of everything that happened... It’s...a lot. But I'm managing."

"Yeah, I get it."

He smiled faintly, his eyes glimmering with something unsaid. "I’m glad you’re doing okay... or at least I hope you are. It's good to see you again."

You hesitated, then spoke with more certainty. "You too." Travis shifted a little closer, his voice quieter this time. "We should catch up sometime. Just... talk."

You nodded slowly, heart racing. "Yeah. I’d like that." His gaze softened as he pulled out his phone. "Give me your number?"

You took a deep breath and reached for your phone too, entering your number into his with a lingering moment of contact. The simple act felt loaded, full of what-ifs.

"Thanks," he said, meeting your eyes once again. "Take care of yourself. And hey...I know it’s not always easy, but... don’t forget to live a little too, okay?"

A small, bittersweet laugh escaped your lips, though you couldn't stop the softness in your voice. "I’ll try."

As Travis turned to leave, he shot you one last look, then nodded a silent farewell. You watched him go, but as soon as he left, the weight of the decision settled on your shoulders. Spencer was still waiting in the doorway, his gaze unreadable as he gave you a half smile, clearly aware of the interaction that had just taken place.

You took a deep breath and walked over to Spencer, who raised an eyebrow at you. "You two seem...friendly."

You glanced over your shoulder at the door Travis had exited through. "Yeah, something like that."

Spencer didn’t push, but there was a momentary flicker of something in his eyes, something that made you wonder if he was seeing more.

But as you stepped into the jet to fly back home, your phone buzzed. A message from Travis:

-Let me know when you’re free. I meant what I said.-

---

And then there was Spencer, still in the background, still there, in his own way, someone who was beginning to mean more than just a colleague.

The airplane doors closed, leaving you with the choice you didn’t want to face yet:

Spencer - the steady presence who knew you inside and out,

Travis - the shadow of your past, full of history and unresolved feelings.

And you weren't sure which one you'd choose, or if you could.

But you’d figure it out, eventually.

#yellowjackets #bleh #travis martinez #yellowjackets fandom #viral #travis martinez fanfic #travis martinez x reader #fanfiction #spencer x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x yellowjackets #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #choice #two man

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malevolentconfessions · 2 days ago

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i think the ideas of malev characters believing things around that time is very funny (example: arthur didnt have sex ed anyone couldve told him he got them pregnant and hed likely believe it) but if ppl are serious i will say despite the laws people at the time could be progressive they just often didnt use our language we do today! I mean even today we dont agree with all of the laws currently in place. like being gay was often "people have a right to do as they wish with their bodies". I assume its bc Daniel is religious and didnt appear all that torn about bellas death ppl assume him pro life but considering abortion was illegal its equally plausible he just saw it as there being nothing else that could have been done about the matter (common thought around those times) and since his wife died in childbirth its very likely he knew it a possibility. pro life daniel can be argued but its just as likely bc it was illegal he thought he was doing bella a favor by at least getting her married so she wouldnt be alone with a child as many people might think it would set her up to have no support John being trans coded implied for those who accept him regardless of the extent or their understanding are not transphobic (more likely confused but well meaning) Oscar would also make sense being so progressive despite being catholic both bc of his past inwhich an inciting incident lead him to see your status in the church does not mean anything if youre a bad person, but also around times of hardship like the depression the catholic church became more progressive to appeal to people. Conclusion: its more than likely theyd be capable of progressive beliefs they just wouldnt be likely to use the same language as us and you can get creative with that!

Yeah tbh you hit the nail on the head

#malevolent confessions #malevolent #malevolent spoilers #arthur lester #john doe malevolent #bella saltzman #daniel saltzman #tw abortion

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Please explain the Frenzied flame to me. It’s the ending I picked because I hate the lands between

loling at your reasoning. "this place sucks!!! cya losers [throws gas everywhere and lights a match]" also ok yes. i would be delighted to try to as much as i can.

first thing out of the way quickly: there's a lot of christian/catholic dogma present in elden ring because fromsoft thinks its aesthetically interesting. there's heaven/hell or god/satan dichotomies all over the place (in addition to their other religious influences, but those are less relevant at this moment). if the erdtree is a vision of heaven, then the frenzied flame is a vision of hell. that's what it is metaphorically, i think.

however, this is not a purely religious story, as one of the most influential factors in the lands between is its contact with aliens, the universe, and living stars. there is both magic and science at play here and they intertwine and warp around each other to weave a complex tapestry. so in this, we will be talking about both the flame as a religious icon and the flame as an cosmic force.

more literally within the fiction it gets more complicated. at the end of hyetta's quest, she tells us this infodump that explains nothing:

All that there is came from the One Great. Then came fractures, and births, and souls. But the Greater Will made a mistake. Torment, despair, affliction. Every sin, every curse. Every one, born of the mistake. And so, what was borrowed must be returned. Melt it all away, with the yellow chaos flame. Until all is One again.

hard to interpret this and a lot of it is still up in the air, but here's my interpretation: in the beginning, there was everything. but it was one thing. this single thing that contained all things is the universe before the big bang. but then everything split (the bang!) and life began. it seems to be implying that the split was caused by The Greater Will, one of the many gods that roams the universe, but that the split that caused life to occur was a terrible mistake. as a result, the universe is trying to undo this mistake and its envoy in course correcting is The Frenzied Flame.

the purpose of the flame is to burn all of reality and melt it back into a single unit. to restore the world back to its primordial form before it was sullied by disparity. the flame is no ordinary flame, it is the antithesis of existence. but it's ultimately a corrective force, it is not evil. it is trying to right a wrong in the only way it knows how.

marika, and probably any living thing not taken by the flame, is scared shitless by the flame and the idea of existential non-existence. once it starts, its almost impossible to stop and spreads like a virus. my theory is that melina was intended to be her way of combating such an existential threat: melina will either be your tinder for the giant's flame (a different flame, we dont have time to get into all the different types of fire in elden ring, that's a whole new post) to ensure that you, a flameless tarnished, will become elden lord or she will hunt and kill you if you choose to ascend the throne as the lord of the frenzied flame.

#elden ring

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Ok so I've been wondering this for awhiiile, but how exactly does the student's age work? We know the game takes place parallel to the real world, so the game would have started arrround when it started for us, yea? So in that case, for characters like Hiroaki, who's birthdays are at the end of the year, were they not yet 17? Or were they already 17, and are actually the oldest? Or am I merely basing this in a misunderstanding

okay so.

we didnt know when in the year tetro would actually start airing when we made it. so theres a bit of a time anomaly here.

while tetro is CANONICALLY TAKING PLACE IN REAL TIME FROM WHERE IT STARTED IN THE SUMMER, the time of AGES is uh. wonky.

so think of it like horses where they all get one year older on january 1st. but also not like that at all. my point is

hiroaki is still the youngest even though he should technically be a year older if he was 17 last year. dont think too hard about it

#arohaofthestarsandskies #ask #von.txt #imagine that time starts in july of 2024

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thecloudsaremyhome · 2 days ago

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☆𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓲��𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 1☆

��𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮ꨄ

Platonic yandere various x gn! Reader

Tw: cursing, grammer mistakes

You grimace as you scan over the very obvious jaded print text. You sigh as you very reluctantly put the manga down.

“Damn that was so predictable” you mutter as you look back down on it visibly cringing at yourself from the current scene of the male lead pinning the female lead to the wall.

It was a very predictable dark, psychological love story.

With the second male lead obsessively pinning after the poor submissive female lead while trying to kill the other male leads in the process. It was cliche as it was predictable.

Because we all know how it's going to turn out anyways? So what's the point of reading this you ask?

Well, your friend Aliyah recommended (forced) you to read it, and with no choice but to indulge in the obsessive hold this manga has on her, you decided to read it.

But even though you recognize how predictable it is, you couldn't deny the hold it has on you, so you continue to read it to the very end to at least find out what happens.

But as you reach to pick up the manga an continue your reading you hear the buzzing sound of you phone.

You reach over and grab it being faced with aliyah’s name. You press the answer button.

“Hiyaa! (Name)!” you cringe at how Loud she is. “Hi aliyah can I ask why you called?” you dam with a neutral tone knowing your friend probably wants something from you.

“Hey! Im not always goung to need something from you jeez, anyways how are you enjoying deep love? Is it up to your oh so high standards.”

she says teasingly having a slight pout in her voice you cant help but lightly chuckle at your friends overall teasing behavior.

“Its interesting to day the least but also painfully predictable, its not the worst nor the best.” you say honestly.

“Well, I guess that's better than some of your other reviews on my type of manga.”

she says, pouting slightly on the other end.

You giggle at this. It is true that some of her other manga recommendations have been interesting, but some are too plain and cringy, and others are just too dark and overall predictable.

Your friend has never had the best tastes in manga or in anything for that matter but you love her for it, love her quirckiness and how she can not give to shits on what anyone else thinks. Maybe thats why you were to inevitably drawn to her.

“Anyways ill let you get back to your book byyyyyy!” she says but before you could respond she hangs up, this causes you to chuckle and pick the manga back up, deciding to pick up where you left off.

But what you didnt expect is to unfortunately be left on a cliff hanger, this of course both surprised and angered you!

Like why leave it on a cliff hanger when the story was just getting good!

And you actually started to kinds enjoy it not like youd admit it to anyone though. Thats your little secret.

Well whatever, you cant really do anything about it anyways, so youll leave ot at that, youll just ask aliyah tomorrow if she has any more copies.

But for now its time for bed, even though youd rather stay up and scroll through social media you really need to get to sleep so you dont flunk your geometry test tomorrow. Even though you didnt study for it at all.

With that, you place the manga down and get yourself situated in your rather messy bed before slowing closing your eyes, drifting off to slumber in the hopes of starting a new day tomorrow.

Not knowing that you wont exactly wake up tomorrow.

You groan feeling a raging headache blossom, you slowly open your eyes trying to adjust your vision the the sudden eplacy of light.

You widen your eyes as you notice your looking out a window of sorts but not just any window your looking out of a bus window, you rubb you eyes trying to see if you mistaken as you look around.

Yup you defiantly are on a bus and going to gods knows where, and what are you wearing? A uniform of some sorts?

You look around and notice a few other people are wearing similar uniforms to you. Maybe theyare going somewhere similar to you?

You dont know but these uniforms feel oddly familiar like youive seen them before.

But you have no time to ponder ads you feel the bus make a sudden stop, you look out the window and widen your eyes in surprise at the familiar structure of the university.

With its pure while brick walls to its prestigious entrance that has thousands of students littering in to get to class.

Then from its extragvgent entrance with the name plastered right on top of it like its actively taunting you.

You cant help but shiver in anxiety, this cant actually be happening, why the hell is this happening to you?

You didn’t ask for this? Hell you didnt even want this!

But here you are staring out of the bus window feeling absolute dread coursing through your veins at your current predicament.

Evergreen University.

Home for its remarkable students and excellent courses.

This is also where the main plot of deep love takes places, the manga that you read and now are currently in.

You are so fucked.

No you arent fucked your screwed.

So very screwed

Authors note: thank you all so much for the support! I'm going to be crossposting this new series on my wattpad and quotev so more people have access to it! I really appreciate all the support!

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okay so. my take on Majima/Goromi/the gender queer subtext of his character.

i've met with an opinion that 80's Goromi wouldn't take place because Majima's use of drag is simply comedic and provocative. i do agree that if he wanted to pull off a drag perfomrance or even simply crossdress he could do it without making it look as campy as the Goromi we meet does. however.

i'm sure as hell that there are a lot of interpretations around Majima's sexuality and gender, i personally see him just as a queer person, open to any interpretations BUT the trans aspect is growing on me A LOT. when i say trans i dont mean full ftm/mtf transition as tbh i dont really care (yet. give me some time i'll get to it) if he's an amab or afab im looking more to the gender queer aspect of the character, the man we are given on screen.

Majima has a lot of connections to both feminity and transness. his connections to womanhood being often reflected in the way he has to put on constant act and role to please others or all the times he was forced into submission. Majima learns a lot how to manipulate others handing them the leash but still being the one to lead. it's also something that i think women tend to do - giving men the feeling of power when they're actually the ones to control the situation. he's relationships with girls in Sunshine shows that he often judges the relationship between women and men from the outer perspective, like he doesn't really consider himself in any of the sides (but i guess it also depends on the answers the player chooses). of course there's also the Hannya motive, the embodient of unfiltred female rage he has carved onto his skin. he sympathizes with women a lot more than he does with men and we see that a lot.

possible take on his transness comes from the complete isolation and all the facades he puts on. a huge part of Majima's character is the way he creates his image through his body. i've spoken before about the snakeskin jacket being possible active choice to immedietly let others know he's one wild bastard but we also know that the jacket is a symbol of the mad dog, the perfectly created dehumanising persona. he let's other see what he wants them to see, he doesn't really expresses himself. we see in PYIH that he's not fond of the unnecessarily scary image and "manly man" others take him for. he's funky, he's both rough and gentle, he's queer. in this very game we can see how his body language shifted, how the way he walks changed when he's put out of that hyper manly society. goro's steps are less wide, he sways a bit, his entire walk, whole movement is more smooth.

so like. we see that it is somewhere inside of him and only when he doesn't remember he's been hiding it it actually shows. therefore what if Goromi is actually mockery of his own feelings? what if he takes drag as another way to make himself invalid, unserious and wry?

don't want to sound stereotypical but feminity is often associeted with compassion and emotions, the very things majima's facade seems to completely block out of the way. he's a man of contrast and duality, thats why i think the she side of Majima's character is actually all the repressed emotions. it's as when he's a man of Tojo he's not allowed to feel. this might be another thing leading us to why Kiryu has such a strong hold on him. cause Kazuma is affectionate, he's a caring parental figure AND the empitome of masculanity. Majima didn't have a chance to become like that probably because of the events in 1985. they peeled it off him. the hole created someone he didn't know, turned him into someone he was never supposed to be.

there goes the shaved look in PYIH being called cabaret manager make up implying there's more to it than simple lack of facial hair. something. something about fresh out of torture Majima using make up, using gender expression as the only connection to any of the feelings and emotions he had pre-hole. and something about Majima leaving it all behind after y0, after the events starting his entire negative development and mad dog persona. then again, kiwami Goromi as mockery of his trauma and dehumanisation of his true self. then again im going crazy because of him. the contrast he puts to Kiryu, the way he wants to show Kazuma this somewhat humiliating to masculanity creation that Goromi is and Kazzy being just... wow Majima i didn't know you had that in you. Kiryu is chill, he doesn't judge, he doesn't think it makes him any less of who he is. and going back to what i said at the beggining, i think that Majima could turn into the most gorgeous woman and would feel comfortable with that BUT. kiwami is imo the peak of his self destructive behavior. and i think Goromi could be read in that aspect.

i guess what i'm trying to say is i see his gender queerness as something that's very personal to him, as a bridge to all the repressed stuff he doesn't let anyone see. in the aspects of sexuality he's still very queer coded even as the mad dog but if it goes for his gender and feminine side i truly belive it touches something much more emotional and intimate.

#majima's character fucked the chemistry in my brain in a ways i didn't know were possible #im so so normal about him #don't even get me started on his sexuality cause this one is a hell of a ride #i will die before anything makes me shut up about him #majima goro #yakuza #rgg

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badlifedecisionshotline · 2 days ago

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☆~《Honey》 -Magical properties

~[Firstly, how do we tell the differentiate real honey from fake honey?]

Real honey will cost lots more than factory made, and can crystalise depending on what kind of flower polen was used to create the honey.

The crystalisation should be spaced out somewhat evenly trough-out surrounding area, not lay on the bottom absolutely flat. Atcual honey crystalisation can look as if its climing up the jar from the bottom up— but fake ones are somewhat akin to putting suggar in tea (although real honey still has crystalisation around the rim and on the bottom as well)

How do you test if honey you already baught is fake or not?

Theres three tehnuiqes—

{(Testing it with water)}:

Drop a teaspoon of honey into a glass of water. Fake honey will immediately start to dissolve, whilst raw honey will drop to the bottom of the glass intact.

{(Fingering?? 💀)} (sorry im so immature)

Place a drop of room temperature or cooler honey on your finger, If the ‘honey’ spreads then it is fake honey. If it holds its composition and remains a drop, then it is raw true honey.

{(Matchstick)}:

Finally, dip an unlit matchstick into your honey. Remove it and strike it to see if it will light. A matchstick dipped in raw honey will light with the flame burning off the honey. A matchstick dipped in fake honey will not successfully strike. This is because there is too much moisture in the ‘honey’.

• <[The properties of honey]> •

—(Imediety upon any reasurch you'll see it asosiated with feminity. Why?)

Fact about bees: There's three kinds. Worker bee, The Queens– and Male bees.

Contrary to popular belief, Male bees (and ants) dont do much except grow up, find a young Queen, mate & die. It's a bit upsetting, but that's how things function. I think not knowing this is whats leading into people believing its feminine.

In my opinion, you can say honey doesnt have a gender. Because the Worker bees who collect it dont have gender. —But based on your opinion or intent you can interpert it differently.

But I myself believe it's also masculine, because its the male plants that produce pollen.

🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡🟠🟡

—(Fertility aspect of honey, and surrogacy?)

I believe its helpful for fertility spells due to what pollen atcualy is. Its the semen of male flowers.

I can see how it can help both sexes (+ intersex people).

But i think it can maybe even be used in spesific situations like trying to find a surrogate who can provide healthy semen/be healthy to get pregnant? — As well as ensuring that the medical process of it all (What the doctor, or in this case, Worker bee, does) is completed without a hitch.

🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵🌼🏵

—(Of course, abundance & spring)

Honey can be only made during a spesific time of the year, when flowers bloom. The time most fruit also flourishes.

So of course, its only natrual to connect it to abundance– but id also connect it to some saying that includes the quote "The fruits of your labor".

So you could use honey for spell to help ensure abundance and that you get what you were working for (+ alongside herbs of protective properties to make sure outside factors dont come robb you of your rewards)

+ Can be used for a road opening spell as well, to find a path in life where your skills can be useful and rewarding

+Can be used to check if you're genuenly going down a path of that sorts, or even open your eyes to what good things your skills and work has given you—in order to apreshiate it.

🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻🍯🌻

[Summing up all the properties:]

Gender fluidity - between male and not identifying as the binary two, fertility, surrogacy, ensuring health of a fetus (safe organ transplants as well?), safe surgeries/finding a proper medical specialist, abundance, gratefulness, self awareness, self love and apreshiation, rewards for hard work, happyness, satisfaction, spring

If you have any more added themes for me to explore feel free to comment, im more than happy to add them ^^ (with credit if thats what youd like)

–Much love, Ev <3

Spesific sub-masterpost this is from

#pagan witch #witch community #witchblr #witchcraft #witch #witches #spellwork #spells #witchraft #witch blog #beginner witch #witch posting

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hi i was reading up on your analysis post on lonnie and how it all leads back to his abuse of will--i think its super likely the way you and the other blogposter from a few years back put it together (forgive me for not having their name on hand), but i was wondering how likely you think it is that the duffer brothers actually go in that direction.

everything adds up, but its hard for me to see them use that storyline even if its so perfect to the plot. the way yall talk about the set pieces esp from season 1 is VERY persuasive, but i dont even think lonnie is in season 5 so how would that even work?

Great question! I think we have been led astray from season 1, with so many other characters and plot lines appearing, that we forget what kick-started everything. A good story’s ending ties into the very beginning, which the writers have said season 5 would do.

Will is patient zero (perhaps number 0 too)… Not chronological within the timeline told to us in the show, but upon viewing the show as an audience, he is the very first victim. This fact cannot be understated. What happened to Will was the first domino that fell, the first nuclear fission reaction that triggered a chain reaction.

Now, when it comes to horror, most elements are based on reality. They are metaphors for aspects of the real world. One major theme within the show that connects with the supernatural is family dynamics. As well as childhood trauma and the mind itself.

We have seen dysfunctional family dynamics within: the Wheelers, the Creels, the Hargroves/Mayfields, the lab, El and Hopper, Vecna’s victims… etc etc.

We have seen a glimpse into the Byers. We know they struggle financially. We know Jonathan is being parentified and Joyce is a struggling single mother. We also know that Lonnie does not care for Will, that he left and that Jonathan despises him. Many people here usually just write the Byers off as being a healthy happy family without Lonnie despite what I had just listed.

We also have never seen Will and Lonnie interact.

This fact, along with the mountains of suspicious evidence tying Lonnie to Will’s disappearance is highly suspicious.

But the biggest clue?

Lonnie is forgotten in season 4.

In a season where El has an entire story/arc around repressed memories at the lab with Papa and Henry. Where we see the harm caused by “Papa” towards both El and Henry. Where we are explicitly told that our brains protect us from past trauma by forgetting. At the same time, Lonnie is forgotten. They even made this fact even more clear when they added the scene with Will and Jonathan where Jonathan tells Will about “Larry the construction worker” (Larry and Lonnie both being nicknames for Lawrence and Lonnie's backyard is literally a construction site).

Is Lonnie in season 5? Remember, we know very little of the filming, they kept most things under wraps! However, the actor who played Lonnie was seen in a behind the scenes image for season 4 (see above). There may have been pre-filmed footage of him. But also, the story isn’t about him. It’s not a revenge story, it’s about healing from trauma. He doesn’t need to make much of an appearance at all… perhaps just in flashbacks.

Some other thoughts leading me to this conclusion:

The writers and cast frequently allude to Will's importance to the story as a whole, and aspects of his trauma and queerness are referenced throughout the show frequently.

El was originally planned to die in season 1. The story is not actually centred around her but she has been taking Will's place up until now. Remember: Will “likes to hide”. The connection and parallels between Will and El are more than just that.

Henry was not originally in the plan for the show. The idea of him was there I believe but there is a reason why he wasn't in the show until later. He is NOT the villain of the show. He is a manifestation of the problem, the trauma.

Lonnie was the first suspect in the case of Will's disappearance and was never actually cleared as a suspect. I do not think he literally kidnapped Will in season 1, but he was the reason Will disappeared.

Demogorgon means “Deep Father”, the Mind Flayer = MF = “mother fucker”, Henry also means father as “Hawkins” means “son of Henry”. The connection to father is clear.

Will’s trauma with his father is majorly connected to his internalized homophobia. His father is the main reason why Will feels like “a mistake”. He needs to heal and accept himself for who he is.

There are major twists to come. Most people don’t theorize outside of the basic good vs evil premise… Vecna vs. Will and/or El and the latter winning. But things are not that simple, there’s likely an entirely different story going on beyond what we are told.

I could go on and on but I’ll leave this for now…

#Lonnie Byers #Will Byers #ask #asks #stranger things #stranger things theory

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Hi! Wow, you answered that ask faster than I thought you would XD (I am gift headcanon anon for clarity). And yeah, I probably should have sent an ask before with the headcanon I had that the rescue bots suffer varied levels of survivors guilt before I sent that other one for context, whoops. (Spoilers: long rant ahead, (and also may get a little dark?) I don't know where boundaries lie, I'm sorry) I know Rescue Bots is a kids show and can't really go in depth with the war like in Prime, but I really wished they had little snippets with the bots having 'reality checks' every once in a while that cybertron was gone and struggled with that fact. Blades feels it the most because he is an anxious mess that lets his thoughts get away from him. So the fact that they went into stasis only to wake up and find everything/everyone they known and loved was gone for millions of years…that would mess anyone up real bad. And the fact it was all gone because of a long, brutal war they completely missed by sheer luck?! That's not something you just brush off.

I can imagine in the beginning Blades remembering friends/family he'd love to talk to about earth and his new mission only to get slammed by the reality that those bots he talked to a few days ago are long since gone and he can't talk to them ever again! PLUS the fact that Decepticons hit Rescue Bots first thing in the war and Sigma 17 were the only rescue bots to survive the bullet! The last four of their kind. I refuse to believe Blades didn't immerse himself in human movies and internet so he wouldn't spiral. He knows deep down he's not responsible for what happened, nor could he control anything afterwards, but after seeing new cybertron it's really hard not to think about the people he knew that don't get to enjoy this new peaceful world. And he feels he can't confide to Bee because how do you tell a war veteran with serious trauma that you feel guilty because you took a nap for millions of years only to wake up and play hero with humans while he and his team battled horrors beyond your belief just to survive everyday of a brutal war that killed your whole planet and everyone on it?! You do not dump 'Sorry I wasn't there to watch all of these terrible things you experienced, but I kinda sort of wish I did so I can feel I deserve to be here and enjoy this without my spark eating itself alive from thinking about how many suffered while I got off scott free'. Nope, nu-uh, not saying anything, hey look at that new thing! That looks like fun hahaha!!!

(I am so sorry this got so long (and got a little too dark?). I honestly love Blades to bits but sometimes I do wish they were more in the Prime continuity so we can get more backstory/inner thoughts/growth from their characters.)

OHhhhhh mANNNNN 😭😭😭😭😭

Dw I have the same wishes for any show I watch but I guess that's left for us to interpret!

Tho I imagine Blades does have a boiling point. Kinda a follow-up on the last ask you sent as well, but Blades and Bee are staying at a place during their time in Cybertron. Bee returns to the room only to see Blades with his back turned and making little sounds. He asks if he's okay only for Blades to turn around and he's just crying big Ghibli tears

Of course seeing Blades cry makes his whole world stop so he goes up to immediately hold him. Blades of course tries to make a joke but it just makes him look more pathetic.

"H-Heatwave said we couldn't cry. He's such a liar! I've done it before a-and I'm doing it now!" But he can't hold it in anymore and his voice breaks with a sob "I'm sorry!' "What are you sorry for?" "I'm supposed to be enjoying this trip and I'm ruining it!" "You're not ruining anything. You're upset...Blades you can talk to me...you dont have to but you can."

That's when it all spills out.

"I just can't stop thinking about everything from before! I miss my family! I miss my friends! I miss the rink! Everything I remembered from home is different or gone! I could have seen them off but I missed it all because of a stupid energon eater! And while I was in stasis all of that got destroyed! I should be grateful that I didn't experience the war but I feel like I'm being tortured! I know it's not true, but for some reason it feels like my fault! AND NOW IM RUINING THIS TRIP BY BEING SAD ABOUT IT!"

Bee just holds him tighter. He knows he can't exactly relate, but he wants to comfort Blades as much as he can. So, while holding him, he lets Blades have a good cry.

"What can I do to help you feel better?" *sniff* "I like this actually..." "Good. You've been holding in a lot, haven't you?" "Mmm..." "I can't say I relate completely. But know I'm here for you if you need anything. Even if it's just for this." "Thank you...Heh. It's funny. I remember getting teased a lot for being a crybaby back when I was younger. It got to the point I tried my best to hide somewhere whenever I did." "Sad that we weren't friends then. You could have cried around me if you wanted. Knowing how I was, I probably would have tried to make you laugh by doing something stupid." "Hehe...It would have probably worked. I was easily amused." "...Tell me more." "About what?" "What were you like back then. Maybe other stuff...If you want to, of course." "...Sure."

They end up falling into recharge in each other's arms.

#ask #bumbleblades #maccadam #transformers #rescue bots #rb blades #tf bumblebee

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I'm gonna be fucking cringe but here is my comment!

First of all: merry Debutmas! I am so so happy for you guys to finally have your first vchapter out! rewriting from the very beginning definitely isn't easy but you still pushed through and I am so excited to be here for this journey!!!

I can already tell that this is gonna be a lot of fun, your art is definitely beautiful Ein and you even coloured it all! While I am personally not a big fan of the continued scrolling that webcomics have popularized, I am greatly enjoying this! It already starts out so good! Since I am reading on AO3 the pictures are so big and being greeted to Namimori by Tsuna getting a Basketball in his face is def a tone setter (Ser: who the hell threw that crappy pass, you pass in CHEST height!)

Damn you really hit home the bullying aspect that was such a joke in the OG manga. I can feel Sergey boiling in the background. AAAH I wanna beat those bullies up so badly, I really hate this. Really speaks for your art to be able to make me feel this strongly about it!!!

Aaaaww Kyoko looks so cute! Am I mistaken or did you make her appereance a bit different? Her hair seems shorter and blonder, tho I don't think that is bad! You still completely captured how cute she is. Tho I do always wonder why she is regarded an "idol" like in the manga she seemed liked but not too social with many people.

Ah yes, Mochida, that dirtbag, I mean to be fair so far he hasn'T done much. But still knowing hoiw he is in the OG I am dreading this. Also wow poor Tsuna;;; Please do not give up on life so fast QwQ

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HE HAS A SMARTPHONE AND IS STALKING HER SOCIALS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH TSUNA NO THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO FUCKING HARD SDLKSLKDFNLNFOJ BOY PLEASE!!! Kind of expected his phone to be more demolished with how much happens to this boy all the time, like I was so convinced the boy would have more of a shattered screen lol.

Oooh you also made Nana a bit different, she seems a lot more actually concerned for Tsuna! I love it! And SDPFDLKNFLKSDNNEDS WOMAN PLS DO NOT JUST ACCEPT RANDOM MESSAGES LIKE THAT!!! Oh god how many scam messages did she already fall to- Also hello there reborn, can we talk about how they are more concerned of "aw a baby" and not "how the fuck did he get in here?" PRIORITIES MY GUYS Has nobody seen horror movies where the bad guy is a doll or a baby?!

ah yes, as per usual, Nana believes this all to be a toy and a game. THIS IS WHY I DONT WANNA WORK WITH KIDS THEY'RE SCARY!!!!

Oh boy I was so engrossed in reading--- Okay okay that Mafia seduction technoique i hope i see more of it in the future. Also HEY I AM JUST AS UNATHLETIC AS TSUNA LEAVE ME ALONE orz

But I have to say the Dying Will section of Tsuna being shot def was gruesome. Not that I mind but damn. Damn damn damn. Now its Dying Will Time~

I also thiiink the truck was purely in the anime but I am not sure either way I love the inclusion!

IS THAT A FUCKING KURUMI BILLBOARD?!?!?!?! THE FUCK?!?!?! I AM WHEEZING HOLY SHIT!!!

Tsuna being dead on the ground after he dared pull reborns cheeks sdlkfhskdfbskdfb also holy fuck you draw kyoko so cute and adorable i can see why Tsuna has a crush on her.

HIYO-TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!! IT'S HIYOTAAAN! *jumps around in my cage like a beast on steroids* HIYOTAN HIYOTAN HIYOTAN!!!! He is so cute I wanna pinch his cheeks!

Ah yes the all fated "meet me behind the dennys at 5" Kendo duel. I am looking forward to it but also surprised that Hibari isn't shutting this illegal student frenzy enabling thing down lol. Poor Tsuna, having so so much thrown at him!!! all in one day. I would be fleeing too. And can we talk about Reborns sheer strength just keeping the rope up with one hand while keeping a lecture? DAMN Apples boyfriend is a strong man.

I liked the flashbacks thqat kind of influenced Tsuna. I do hope he finds his place and his resolve. I mean I do knopw he does but you know what I mean!!!

Ah yes Mochida as usual is be3ing an asshole. "prize". What a fucking poser. I bet he wouldn't open his damn mouth if he stood in front oif someone like Lorenzo. Not just bc Lor is older and taller. The guy just has this superiority complex because Tsuna is an easy target. Bitch if you can't beat someone of your own strength class you need to shut up real fast.

Love whenever I spot Hiyori, I just go HIYOTAAAN HIYOTAAAAN!

Ava: mmh, not a bad block for a novice. (Ser: novice?! More like alien to the conceptof swordsmanship!)

Also HELL YES YOU GO TSUNA!!! GET CHEERED ON BY KYOKO!!!! should've kept your damn mouth shut Mochida!

Also god damn kudos on drawing that sniper rifle! Guns can be so damn hard to draw!

Yeah, If even Hiyo-tan can't help you, then you're terminal my guy.

I DID ABSOLUTELY NOT GET DOKIS BY THE HINT OF DERA HAHAHAHA WHAT A JOKE WHAT AN ABSOLUTE IDIOT AHAHAHA I'D NEVER-- ///////

A drone??? Curious curious! I wonder if that is Gianini.

IS THAT KURUMI?!?!?! KURUMI PEEK?!?!?! AH NICE WE GETTING TO THE JUICY BITS NOW!

Ooooh Interesting... So they used to live in namimori and it doesn't seem like Hiyori is already part of the Oniyanagi. Oh this is going to be iiiinteresting.

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I really enjoyed this read! You have a great way of slowly adding new elements to the story without it seeming bloated and hard to follow! The art as per usual is absolutely amazing and everyone looked great! I can't help but just praise it all! I am so excited for this journey! But please take your time! This was incredibly fun and such an enjoyable read aaaah! I can't help but squeal so much!

You did an amazing job and i am so so proud of you and Sou!!!!!!

【Webcomic】 KHRe:born!!! - Chapter 1

Looks like it's going to be a long journey. And it certainly won't end even if you die!

Let's start again from the bottom! I finally managed to release Chapter 1 of the KHR(e) webcomic. It's a fan webcomic project that features a story that's sort of similar to canon, but not exactly the same. For a more detailed info on this, you can refer to my pinned post!

Anyway, you can click any of the links below to read the chapter:

Links: ArchiveOfOurOwn (AO3) ◈ Pixiv ◈ ComicFury

#y'all... go read it it's so gooooood

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