#you just don't see it if you're not interacting with poc every day. i have leftist friends back home who's unknowingly said worse stuff

[poetka]

Why is it such a shitstorm of a day today... so fucking draining and none of it has anything to do with me personally

[penncilkid]

Been thinking about my experiences as a POC within fandom while also being an artist and how much that sucks sometimes. This is primarily in regards to the Redacted fandom, but could be applied to any other fandom honestly.

Proper "fussing" under the cut (for those who would rather not see):

Sometimes, I really stop and think about what it must be like to be a white person in fandom, especially when you're an artist. To see yourself reflected in the spaces you exist in all the time. There are some exceptions to this, of course. For example, lack of body diversity is just as much of a problem in my opinion (Like fat people exist. Disabled people exist. Fat, disabled people exist. You can draw them, y'know? /rhet) But generally speaking, it's not difficult to find designs that probably look like you. There will be blondes, brunettes, redheads even— It's everywhere you look.

I don't think most people realize how isolating that ends up feeling though.

Because it's not just the fact that most of the art/designs you'll stumble upon won't resemble you. It's the fact that the prevalence dictates how everyone else interacts with fandom too.

Do you know how much it sucks seeing a post saying "So we all agree that Asher's blonde, right?" and knowing that most people are thinking of a white guy and nothing else?

Or noticing how Alexis, a generally "hated" character in the fandom, is the only vampire most people are willing to make visibly brown?

How about the fact that Gavin, the "thrilling" and "sexy" incubus, has so many black and brown designs— But I can count the non-white Lasko designs I've come across on my hand?

People can do whatever they want. I've said it before, and I'll continue to repeat it when I make these rambles. If you want to make every single design you have varying shades of white and never stray from that, that's your prerogative. But for the love of god, I wish I didn't feel like I was fucking crazy for talking about how much that shit sucks to see as a person of color.

On top of that, do you know how frustrating it is to watch white artists get praised for generic diversity when POC artists have been consistently bringing forth such compelling, stunning designs to table? Like I see the kind of shit that gets praised in this fandom and what doesn't. Racial ambiguity or the slightest addition of a curl gets treated like it's revolutionary— And that's only if it's the "correct" character. It has to "make sense", right? The same way Sam has to have sun-kissed, golden skin even after he's been turned, or the way Guy has to be white because there's no way someone with that personality could be anything but.

Do you know what it's like to be filled with such a sense of joy because someone made a design where a character had your skin tone or hair texture or facial feature? Like, I genuinely have a strong reaction whenever I find a black or brown design in this fandom because they're so rare in comparison to everything else. And when I really stop to think about that, I realize how fucked up of a phenomenon that is.

I love the designs that I've made, but I've also noticed which ones "do better" comparably. I don't change much of anything with how I go about posting or promoting them. The only difference is that some of them fit what is considered widely "canon" in fandom. And the others... don't. I go out of my way to make every design POC in some regard, and you can usually tell visually even without the addition of colors. I'm not gonna stop doing that because I know why I started in the first place. But fuck, it does start to hurt seeing white artists with the same general white designs get hyped up endlessly while I internally debate if I should even make another character look like me or not. If it'll even matter to anyone but me.

Some days, I just really wish it didn't feel like shit being black in this fandom. I hate knowing that I'm gonna post this, and I'll probably get responses for other people of color primarily.

But maybe putting this out will help that pill get easier to swallow.

[thecoolerliauditore]

It might be a point of priviledge on my part, but I haven't really noticed the colorism.... situation? Does it qualify as a problem? Before. Like. C!Scar is very much white to me but he's just tan like a surfer dude to me. He's a california dude and spends a lot of time in the sun. Maybe he has a hispanic grandpa, who knows.

I guess it is a good thing to stay mindful about. Even if it does scare me away a little from drawing poc characters because I as a white cracker don't wanna misrepresent ethnicities

So this ask is interesting to me and I want to make it very clear here that I'm not trying to make fun of anon, as much as point out some things here that I find worth pulling apart:

(it might help to read this reblog)

One is that while this may not be a direct response to my post, I remember making doubly sure when I made it that I made it as clear as possible I didn't want to frame it as a "fandom issue" as much as a consequence of colorism that I've noticed pop up in a fandom context.

I think culturally we're so fixated on making ourselves perfectly inoffensive, that pointing out any implication of any "-ism" in our art comes with an expectation that it's always going to be followed up with a rallying for "fixing" it or a shaming for it existing in the first place, that it may be having the opposite effect where people no longer want to discuss or interact with these things in the long run at all. As you have mentioned with the discouragement of drawing non-white characters.

This is an attitude that I find. A little troubling of recent, one of the few times I blocked someone over a fandom take was when I found a very passive aggressively worded post telling beginner artists to not share their Bigb art if they don't know how to draw black people well enough. That is ludicrous to me, how good is good enough? How will you ever get feedback if your art never sees the light of day? Why are you actively discouraging people from celebrating a black creator? etc.

It's interesting to me that every other hallmark of beginner artists are seen as endearing if not a little "cringe" but struggling with certain ethnic features that have been historically left out of or portrayed offensively in media for years is seen as some sort of moral failing on the artist's part.

So to answer your question of "does it qualify as a problem?" I answer: that's up for you to decide. I'm simply pointing out a trend I've noticed and hinting at its roots in colorism.

Second is the description of Scar, specifically "maybe he has a hispanic grandpa" because I'm not sure if you're aware, anon, but that is more or less Bdubs' genetic makeup if we believe what he says in that one stream clip and his Assyrian roots are the entire reason people take Bdubs whitewashing much more seriously than Joel/Skizz/Scar whitewashing.

It's partially what I hinted at in the original post as well, that Skizz for example is White by modern standards (probably. afaik) but his skintone is visibly more olive irl, hence why I believe the language we use for race is flawed in general.

So the questions I'm proposing are: why is it offensive to whitewash Bdubs, but not Skizz, when the only big difference between the two is 1. a pfp and 2. OUR views on what "counts" as white (not theirs, as demonstrated by Bdubs himself and his mid-stream race crisis)? Does whiteness make one immune to the effects of colorism? What is "whiteness", how do we define it? Does that definition change when it comes to interpreting characters?

These are all questions that I believe are unnecessary, but good to ponder.

For those uninitiated though, I think it might be better for now to simply draw as you see fit and look into the concept of white guilt, as well as its counter-productivity when it comes to working towards racial harmony. And please, for the love of god, keep making imperfect art.

[that-left-turn]

Please, I beg you, please stop posting any anons that try to invalidate Carol, Mel, Caryl or the fandom. I'm on practically any platform. That anon is full of bullshit and tries to warm up allegations from years ago. That bullshit with not speaking out etc is as untrue as their newest claims.

Please, by posting these anons you're unfortunately dragging their bullshit on our accounts too.

Can't we just outright ignore them, please. We don't need that drama. And it's always the same anon jumping from one Caryl account to another every few days.

I really love your account and how you're always interacting with people but no matter how you explain something or not. These fans don't want to understand your standpoint. For them, all Carylers are bad. So please, let's just enjoy our fandom and leave drama out of our safe zone.

If you'll indulge me, I'll explain my reasons for engaging and then, we can see where that leaves us?

I'm aware that there are anons who don't reach out in good faith. (You should see some of the asks I don't post 🫣) I'm not gullible and my response isn't about convincing these anons or having a never-ending argument. I don't want drama. I want to reach the lurkers and the passersby. People who haven't given the workings of racism much thought, or who don't have ready access to this information or a cultural cheat sheet to decipher it. Not everyone lives in the US, and TV shows and movies are not a reliable reflection of real life good tools to understand how and why something's contentious.

A chunk of time ago, there was an incident where a Caryler wrote something racist and was called out (I believe by a Caryler of Color?), but it turned into "a whole thing" instead of just an apology and an amendment. The responses from other (white) Carylers in the wake of it made me so sad. They couldn't see the problem, which is why I wrote a post that provided historical background and cultural context. Because of anon asks, I later wrote some more posts on racism (in relation to TWDU and TV/film) and on general industry practices, including some of the problems with misogyny.

Regarding the ask you referenced, someone sent me screenshots of the mentioned tweet and it wasn't from years ago. It was in the last couple of days and those pictures were racist. I still think a part of the general problem—not speaking specifically about this tweet because it's on a different platform and I have no context for the poster or the discourse over there—is one of awareness, not rampant racism. Racists so seldom are the raging, frothing-at-the-mouth kind. It's usually that nice-lady-who-lives-around-the-corner type, who's kind to children and animals. She has some slight biases that you write off because she's a good person and does all these other nice things.

If you've never been a minority—always visible and seen—in your community and you've never had to deal with insidious bigotry on a personal level because your name signals that you belong to the dominant culture, your skin tone is light, you wear no outward signs that you're Other (like a hijab, yarmulke or dastār), and you don't speak with a foreign accent or in a dialect that's considered "lower class," then it's so easy to not notice what it's like for those who deal with that in their daily life.

The visible portion of the Caryl fandom is predominantly white, so it isn't a "safe zone" for POC when someone says/does something ill-advised, even if it's about a different part of the fandom. It's a reminder of real life and that you have to behave in a way that doesn't make white people uncomfortable. If you don't, then you're a troublemaker or the one who doesn't understand that "it's not that deep. Just get over it." Getting over systematically being treated as 'less than' by otherwise well-meaning people isn't a realistic expectation—look at Caryl and their invisible emotional scars that they struggle with—low self-esteem from reinforced institutionalized prejudice doesn't just "go away."

Everyone's bombarded with subliminal messaging from the time that we're children and we absorb these "truths" subconsciously, without reflecting on the validity because we don't notice that our views are being influenced. (It's like erosion.) Which is why it's possible to say casually racist/sexist things and not be aware that what you're saying is racist or sexist. You don't consciously think that people who're different from you for one reason or another aren't fully human, but the signal you send out by using language or imagery that's some form of -ist conveys that sentiment to the person who's impacted and also that it's okay to talk about someone else in that way.

My aim isn't to throw stones at anyone or bring cross-platform drama. I would prefer it if people stopped asking me to 'do something about someone who did something on a different platform' because I'm not part of the landscape over there and I have no relationship with those people that I can use as social capital to affect anyone's behavior. But, I've tried to highlight social injustices affecting TBOC and Caryl fandom so people can see the issues, even if they're not personally affected by them.

That's why I'm also talking about how things work in the industry. I see a lot of assumptions among fans, which is understandable since it's not a field most people come in contact with. I've tried to offer explanations of how a production functions and the ways in which female creatives are confronted with sexism and misogyny. I would like for the industry to change, but for that to happen, consumers need to know what they're buying into. AMC and TWDU in particular is not a place where women want to work because the misogyny is deeply entrenched.

That doesn't mean that I want to disparage, undermine or dismiss Carol, Melissa, Caryl or the fandom. I talk about the workplace inequality and the lack of narrative integrity because I care about these characters. I want Carol and Melissa to get their dues. I want canon for Caryl because that representation matters and it could help change what we see on other shows too. (Tiny creeks turn into mighty rivers.) It's about the aforementioned narrative integrity: Caryl's emotional arc has run throughout the course of the flagship show, even if it was arrested for a couple of seasons during the Saviors arc.

A TV show isn't produced to satisfy its EPs. It's supposed to make the studio money and the only way to do that is if there's a paying audience. You have to respect the viewers. Write for them. If you distill an ensemble show into a small spinoff focused on two characters, you need to tell a story that viewers who are invested in those two characters will tune in for. You shouldn't try to weed out the audience you have in order to attract the audience you want to write for. That's a poor financial decision.

Regardless, I'm not trying to stir up drama, I promise. I hope anyone reading my posts can see that I'm not combative, and I'm not posting the hateful asks or those that have nothing to do with TBOC. I try to offer a fair perspective regarding the direction of the show. I see red flags, but I try to elaborate on why in more practical terms than "this is how I feel about it." I hope that comes across to people 🫠

[aydaptic]

Hi there! Just passing by to ramble about how much I love your take on Gavin since he's also my favorite non-playable character in the game.

(Connor is my fave playable character ((predictable, ig?)) and I know [read it somewhere in your post, at least] you're not very fond of him, and that's okay.)

I know Gavin may not be everyone's favorite, but I just love how you see him differently regardless of what people say. I'm always relieved to read all your posts about him because it makes me feel like I'm crazy for even liking him while others are very against him.

I think some people are just conditioned to hate him instantaneously for being antagonistic towards Connor and Hank. And I think he has a good reason for it too. He's not a saint and I guess it's fine to like a character who's a bit cocky and with a lot of flaws.

But you had to admit that despite how seemingly shallow he is in the game, he does show a bit of his character upon extensive scrutiny and that's the beauty of what you're doing. I'll be reading (quietly) more of your opinions about this lovable jerk and I'll be loving every bit of it. ❤️❤️❤️

Hi :)

I'm glad to hear that. The toxicity/vitriol towards Gav has always made me concerned for humanity. It proves that so many ppl are incapable of thinking logically instead of emotionally. Where are their empathy? Likes/dislikes are subjective, but to say he's "nothing but a bad guy" and/or "has no redeemable qualities" are such brain-dead takes.

Despite his unpleasant attitude, Gav has every right to be canonically concerned about androids, and he has every right to believe they're not alive. It's logical. The guy doesn't have the insider knowledge that we, as players, do. Gav's not a psychic.

I love the gameplay of Con -- the detective aspect -- as well as his journey... but his awkward + overtly positive + doormat personality type annoys the shit out of me, lol. I'm Team Gavin Reed™ in disliking Con. Kudos to you for having enough intelligence to put aside your love for him and recognize that Gav has a point.

These are the reasons I've seen ppl hate Gav for:

some are too blinded by their love for Con and/or Hank (as you say)

some are narcissistic enough to feel entitled to their personal favorite characters having more fandom content (...and thus they take it out on fandom favorites)

some feel envious that Gav has the charisma to get away with being a dick (...and they aren't capable of doing the same bc they don't have charisma)

some try to take some BS moral high ground (...and fail)

some see parts of themselves in Gav and thus desperately try to convince others that, "I'm not like him!" (...and funnily enough, every Gav hater I've interacted with has proven themselves to be worse ppl than he is -- so yeah, they're not like him, they're worse)

some ppl are envious that Gav is better/more beloved than them and/or their favorite characters

some ppl hate white ppl (racists)

some ppl hate men (sexists/misandrists)

some ppl ignore the lead writer's statement that "the game is about androids and not race" so they can make it a modern-day political issue, and get brownie points saying stuff like "androids are real-life POCs meaning anyone who dislikes them is racist," bc they can't separate fiction from reality (...and thus they have the brain-dead take that Gav is "racist." I don't like AI such as ChatGPT taking jobs. Does that make me a racist, too?)

some ppl claim to hate Gav just bc it's popular (pack mentality)

some ppl just wanna create drama

some ppl are so starved for attention that they claim to hate him "just bc"

some ppl lack empathy (...and thus they don't understand what losing a job you love is like -- especially to someone who was just programmed to be better than you -- when you worked your ass off for decades getting said job)

some ppl didn't pay attention (...and thus they don't know that Gav had every right to step in both in The Interrogation and Last Chance, Connor bc Con was literally breaking the law)

some ppl see the world as black and white meaning they only think in extremes (...and are incapable of seeing the greys/finding balance)

some ppl are specifically looking to get triggered and thus bring up completely unrelated topics like "misogyny" bc god forbid you like Gav and not North even when they're completely different ppl (...and it's hypocritical that they protect North for hating humans, while at the same time, cursing Gav out for hating androids -- I don't go around with the false claim that, "you're sexist/misandrist for liking North and not Gav" bc I'm not an idiot)

That hatred is all based on emotions instead of rational thought.

"He's a dick!" So is Hank, North, and Con can be. "They have good reasons for it!" So has Gav. These ppl are in no position to decide who's 'the most' affected/traumatized, etc. bc we all react differently. Some are more distraught by their pet dying than a parent. That doesn't make their pain any less real.

Disliking him is fine, but don't give BS moral reasons for doing so. Sometimes we just don't vibe with a person/character and that's perfectly fine. Not vibing with someone, however, isn't hatred. It's apathy. Ppl who are just "meh" about him and don't spout BS excuses are valid.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

can I just say this fandom is getting so ... toxic and out of hand I go to twitter there's shit, I come to tumblr there's more shit 🤡 honestly the hate towards actors and even amongst fans, and creators be it art, fanfic or whatever... Is so disgusting... It's like either you have to agree with every single world someone says or else you're the enemy and get told you should go kys or worse... the racism towards poc actors and overall bully behaviour makes me mad af ... ppl forget how they are just doing their jobs, they don't write the scripts they just act them out...

I haven't interacted with fandom for months now, given the amount discourse between writers had me shook, so basically blocked every account that showed up on dash regarding it all, but with season 2 coming I thought hey why not see how things are... Idk it's like nothing changed for some folk ... They still hate Emma for not being the Rhaenyra they want, the hate Olivia for just playing her part, they hate tom because ... the poor man is playing a controversial character ... They hate Bethany for being a woc ...

Sorry for the rant, I've just been so frustrated with seeing everything... Plan to block all hotd tags and certain creators because honestly I just pop by on tumblr to browse through things and sometimes read a fic or two but lately the amount of bad behaviour I've seen in this fandom from writers or just random hateful folk have just ruined the whole experience for me.

I totally get you nonnie & I’m so sorry you feel this way, especially with s2 just days away from airing…

I do think as unfortunate as it is, majority of this fandom is actually quite heinous and disgusting. the behaviour I’ve seen towards the cast members and towards each other in this space is so hostile and vile, I’m openly ashamed to be part of it. all this back and forth bullshit with TG vs TB is just actual fucking nonsense. like who gives an actual shit? there’s an entire genocide happening but let’s ignore that and rip each other’s heads off about fictional people… humanity at its finest.

I’m actually being deadass when I say, I’m so over this discourse between the teams regarding HOTD. like no team is better than the other, that was the whole point of the story.

hence why, I’m trying to remove myself a little bit from the fandom space especially on tumblr. only trying to focus my energy and interest into the story / show itself.

after all the drama that unfolded especially in this fandom these last few months, there’s a lot of hypocritical behaviour and I’ve honestly got no energy anymore.

more important things in life than arguing with twats on the internet.

so I definitely recommend removing yourself from toxic people in this fandom, whether you need to ghost or block them. you’ll be saving yourself 🫶🏻

sending you only good vibes anon, and I hope you can find some solace in my little corner. that’s what I can offer to anyone that feels the same!

[chaneajoyyy]

Dear brilliant and stunning librarian, would you happen to have a list for:

Miguel O’Hara x black or poc reader

Simon Basset x black or poc reader

Please please please with a cherry on top if you have the time. 🙇🏾‍♀️

Oh thank you boo🥹. Hey love!!! I sure do!!!

MIGUEL O'HARA X BLACK OR POC READER

on the way, sunday mornings- @demiesworld

"idk if it’s weird but do you know that thing where you grab your boobs for comfort?? imagine doing that to miguel 😭😭", a change in place, "omgg sunshine reader and her baby bots are an epitome of cuteness 😤🥺 i bet she would refuse to call then any other name than baby bots and watch miguel slowly loosing a "battle" - he will end up calling them like that too 😭", "i feel like miguel def gives rly mind blowing orgasms but not on purpose tho??", "no one can tell me that miguel isn’t the biggest gentleman ever!! He will carry your bags, open doors and all that like his life depends on it (all of it obviously with his constant frown but deep inside he couldn’t be happier)", mornings, "oml https://www.tumblr.com/inkdrinkerworld/723831735977197568/i-feel-like-miguel-def-gives-rly-mind-blowing imagine him giving you head…", "miguel would actually be *so* gently while fingering you..omg", "ab riding with miguel makes me go feral. like r is being so needy, and he's just like “this is all you're getting”, "can i request grumpy miguel x sunshine reader where miguel is more grumpy than usual because a spider keeps hitting on reader, but they’re so oblivious to the flirting and miguel interprets the interaction as them flirting back, when they’re just being nice (if that makes sense, no worries if you don’t want to :) )", "what about grumpy!reader and grumpy!miguel, like sexual tension and staredowns and aaalmost kissing but not and WHEEWAWWWSEDR", "sunshine civilian!reader and grumpy!miguel's date getting interrupted by some other anomaly and him being all grumpy and annoyed while she's just like "it's fine! just don't get hurt !!" , "could you write a blurb where autistic!reader is having a non-verbal day and miguel stops peter b from asking her a lot of questions and stuff because she can't respond? thank you <33", "Miguel prompts you say?? could i request "just...come here." pretty pls and ty xxxx", "pretty pls could u do headcannons of when miguel is jealous LORD cant get enough of him 😔😔😔", "Miguel asking Peter B for love advice since he wants so badly to ask the reader out on a date but it's been so long since he got involved with someone that he just don't know what to do 😂🩷", "Hiiiii what do you think about Miguel x grumpy!reader? I see Miguel and sunshine reader quite a lot here and as a black cat/ fellow grump…I was curious~", "Miguel doesn't want anyone to know but he actually loves that Peter brings Mayday to the association. His heart melts every time she laughs and he honestly loves watching her powers develop.", "for miguel maybe number 1 from the gesture prompts?? possibly with autistic reader<3", "mon bébé!! would u ever consider writing more abt your harleyquinn!reader x miguel?? i loved itttt soooo🥺🥺 maybe one where he learns about her past relationship with the joker and how bad he treated her which makes him want to protect and love her even moreee (also it just makes him want to track down the goddamn clown and beat the fuck outta him) I LOVE LOVE LOVE UR WORKKKK", "fawn my love!! If it’s no bother, what do u think abt miguel being with a harleyquinn!fem!reader? i am dying to hear ur thots on that!b🤍🤍"- @inkdrinkerworld

multiple endings- @infernalodie

drip- @daydreamingsirens

SIMON BASSETT X BLACK OR POC READER

pleasing the duke series- @royallyprincesslilly

*IF ANYONE KNOW ANY MORE MIGUEL O'HARA AND SIMON BASSETT FICS PLEASE HIT MY LINE!!!!*

[iron-bullogna]

I'm going to vent a bit about it here then. I'm a bit flustered so hopefully it isn't all over the place. Over my life I've experienced a lot of cruelty, primarily at the hands of white cis women and men. I grew up in a town of 1,000 people and my graduating class was 32. I went to the same school my entire life. The area was predominantly white and I mean that in a "I can count on my fingers and toes the amount of POC I encountered in my life before 18" way. I was also born AFAB. It was very clear from a young age I wasn't "normal". I have preschool paperwork highlighting my very obvious autistic traits (playing alone, organization, and at one point I could see from one quarterly report to the other how I taught myself to mask a behavior the aids noted as an issue, etc). My first "best friend" was a boy from the Ukraine who no one wanted to befriend because everyone assumed his English wasn't good. I can't even tell you how his English was because I don't remember that. I just remember he didn't care that I was a little weird and liked "boy" stuff and wore boys clothes when I could cause he liked "girl" stuff.

The boy and girl stuff mentioned here are literally as simple as Pokemon and Britney Spears. We were bullied by our peers, family, and parents for just being children. The only female friend I had growing up that I chose myself was bullied for being indigenous, looking masculine, (I believe Shoshone/Cherokee but I was 9 and I can't recall now apologies) and liking "boy" stuff. She moved only a few years later. I did not have another female friend until my senior year in high school and big shocker that a few years ago she was diagnosed with autism alongside her son. I knew from age 12-14 roughly that I was trans. I thought I was a transman back then. This was pre-internet btw folks. I had NO IDEA wtf a trans person was or that it was even a real thing. I just felt like I wasn't a girl and I couldn't possibly be a girl, all because of how those around me treated me. I'm not saying every transman is just a traumatized cis woman, but I know for a fact for me and my personal situation, being told I looked like a boy, all the stuff I liked was for boys, just literally everything about me = well that is what boys do, not girls. I genuinely think in my case, that it impacted me psychologically in a way so deep it gave me a lot of mental health issues surrounding gender. I would go through phases of hyper performing femininity and hypersexuality to try and fit in. I developed a huge complex around my self worth and being desirable that still persists to this day. This is the part Twitter was angry about and wouldn't let anyone interact with. I'm now 34 and it's manifested in a new way since quarantine since I didn't have interaction with people outside of close friends for that entire time. I find myself with an intense fear of pretty cis women, particularly white women. It's a genuine uncontrollable fear response where my entire body starts trembling because I can't stand the thought of being perceived by them. I feel so lacking. I don't even fucking identify as a woman anymore either but I can't even describe the dread I feel about being near them. It isn't even their fault either. They can be the nicest in the world to me but societal pressure and the treatment of women, cis and trans alike, has caused me so much harm I'm actually actively searching for a new therapist to help with this issue. TERFS out here literally causing the issues they say are "plaguing women from being women". Like HUH? You're literally reinforcing stereotypes babes!!! The same stereotypes you say are misogynistic! You're the problem!!! I actually have surgery on Monday and I told my husband I'm more afraid at being perceived by the beautiful women in the clinic (it has an attached MedSpa, trust me, they're all flawless goddesses in there) than I am being awake for the actual surgery. I don't doubt I would still come out as trans (rn I identify vaguely as non-binary/transmasc) because I just don't really vibe with the concept of gender as a whole. I would have just probably figured out that those feelings weren't necessarily me wanting to be or actually being a man a lot sooner. My heart just hurts for Imane Khelif because I can't imagine if she legit is just a normal ass cis woman with higher testosterone how it must feel right now to be attacked like that. And if she is intersex, how much she probably faced a lot of similar treatment that I did growing up. At this point I'm just rambling, but it has all made me very very sad and just brought up a lot of trauma from my own life.

[larry-hiatus]

Keep posting lies about Taylor R! So we can all mass report your racist tinhat and PR blogs! "Stereotypes permeate our society through media depictions and social interactions. Experiencing both a combination of race and gender, Black women are faced with stereotypes of being mean, aggressive, or overly assertive. A perception that created the “Angry Black Woman,” a label that stereotypes Black women and manipulates characteristics about them into a negative light."

Sorry anon, I'm really not sure what you're talking about???

I don't really post about the women that the boys are seen with, other than the occasional reblog, and I don't share anything mean about them. I checked through the last ten days worth of posts on my blog, and I only saw one reblog about it being a PR stunt, but I believe that about every girl, not just this one.

PR stunts are real things in the celeb world, and there have been many of them throughout history. And they make sense from a marketing standpoint! It's a way to get people talking about a celebrity, which their PR team might one for one reason or another. For H0livia, it was to promote their movie. This time, some people think it's to keep Harry relevant during his break, and possibly to further TayR's career (but I know nothing about that). Another wide belief/reason for Harry's connections to women is for bearding purposes. In any case, whether these relationships are truly PR or if they are real, we usually never know the truth. However, it's okay to have opinions as long as they are respectful, which I always try to be. I also always keep my thoughts and feelings away from the celebrities themselves, as in, I don't tweet them directly. Like I said though, I honestly don't really post about the women in general. But believing this to be a PR stunt, personally for me, definitely doesn't have anything to do with TayR's race. I held the same belief with TaySwift, EmRatta, H0livia, pretty much everyone.

It appears that you have pulled a quote from this article, The "Angry" Black Woman. I did not read the whole article, but I was curious what you were quoting. I am aware of the stereotype, and if TayR is receiving any racist hate from hate fandom, I definitely disagree with it and do not condone it. Regardless of whether people think it's a real relationship, or whether or not people like her, racism is never okay. I haven't seen any posts depicting her as "angry" or "mean" (I haven't really seen anything about her personality/actions at all), but my online experience definitely isn't the only one, so I'm not saying I don't believe that it's happening. Racism will be found pretty much anywhere, unfortunately, but I do try to not be involved in it. If I were to see that content on my dash from someone I follow who held those beliefs, I would definitely unfollow them.

The only post I can remember seeing regarding her race was something about how it's nice to see Harry with a POC because just about all of the women he's been connected to have been white. I don't remember what else the post said, and I don't remember if I shared it. But if I did share something racist, please know that it was not my intention, and I would appreciate if you would tell me which post so that I can remove it. I try my best, but I was raised in an ignorant bubble, so sometimes I make mistakes that I correct when I can.

All of that being said, I know nothing about TayR, so I really don't have any opinions about her as a person. I don't have any plans to get to know her or learn more about her because it doesn't really matter to me. I'm a fan of the boys; who they're seen with is just kind of extra stuff that I don't have much interest in. I don't really care to partake publicly in conversations regarding relationships (whether real or not) with women in the boys' lives, but I felt that it was important to respond to this message.

But anyway, I hope I cleared some things up. And if you don't like my "tinhatting," or anybody else's, please remember that the block button is your friend. You can report genuine racism or hate speech if you come across it, but in terms of just things you don't agree with, you're better off blocking and moving on. You will become tired and miserable if you try to fight every Larrie you find.

Have a good day!

[puppyxaegon]

Omg I just read your sub!Aegon alphabet and I totally agree with you that that boy does not wash regularly. So I was thinking imagine he’s forcibly brought back from a drunken night out on the streets and I feel like because this happens so often that the servants and alicent and Otto are not gentle when trying to clean him up. So his wife!reader dismisses everyone and washes him herself but she’s so soft and gentle with him. Just lots of fluffy intimacy ❤️❤️

A/n: Hi and thanks for the ask!! We are extremely pro healing Aegon in this household and I just so happen to lovee a bath scene (spot the thramsay enjoyer) so here we go. Also writing dialogue is so hard and I'm not that experienced with it so I hope it is decent and not too clunky. Please let me know your thoughts <3

Holding the Man

Soft!Aegon ii Targaryen x wife!reader

Rating: general/not explicit

Tags: mentions of alcoholism, mention of vomiting, fluff, bathing

Another a/n: even though it's not reflected in the pic, my x reader fics are always written to be as inclusive as possible for any reader unless otherwise specified. Obviously it's not as easy to find poc in this kind of aesthetic but please know this is just as much for non white readers as it is for anyone else. And if anyone wants something like specifically x black reader stuff I am open to writing that too. I fully understand what it is to feel like you aren't represented or thought about in the community and I don't want anyone to have to feel that way. Just request pls!)

It's been two days since you last saw your husband. He had been out as he often is. Gods know where. You worry of course, but you've always known who your husband is, even before you met him, rumors do travel in the realm. And you love him all the same.

You know he often spends time in places he rightly should not be, drowning in drink and turning up somewhere days later in a stupor. So when you hear the commotion echoing through the corridors with that all too familiar whine at it's center you can guess the scene that you're about to walk into. You slip on your dressing gown down and tie your hair back hastily, moving down the hall towards Aegon's personal chambers.

When you stop just within the threshold, he sits shivering in a tub in the middle of the room. A young looking serving girl stands near the tub as well, attending a tray of soaps and oils. His mother and The Hand flank him on either side. They both stoop over him, scrutinizing as his mother holds one arm above his head by the wrist, absently, as if handling a soiled rag. They squabble amongst each other, above his head while Aegon looks between them, visibly miserable, confused, and maybe a bit nauseous. He looks so small like that, being fussed over like a child, shaking and practically nude while they stand over him. 'It isn't right. He's the next fucking king,' you think. 'He should be treated with greater decency even when he isn't at his best.' You can't imagine how this must feel.

His mother is scolding him now, voice low and close to his ear but from her clenched teeth and bruising grip you know her words are harsh. Aegon flinches periodically and stares hard ahead, clearly holding back tears and willing his mind to be anywhere else. Otto stands on his other side, standing perfectly still with that leveling gaze and crossed arms. Watching so closely but saying nothing. Always watching. As soon as you step foot into the room all eyes turn to you, though Aegon sees you and quickly turns his gaze, training it on the water and letting his mop of greasy hair cover his face. The eyes of the Queen and her father are so intense that you have to take a deep breath to push down the nerves that threaten to crawl up your throat and out from your mouth. You still hadn't gotten quite used to these people, and you often find them strangely severe. An undercurrent of tension and unsaid words move alongside every interaction, and you can't say that you've been here long enough to understand why. No one says anything for the moment, as you take in the scene, mouth set in a hard line and forehead creased with concern.

The Queen mistakes your distaste of his treatment for disgust with the man himself, and you try not to let that assumption anger you. "And look now," she says, gesturing to you and stooping down to try and meet his gaze. "You bring shame and discomfiture to your lady wife." He twists again, finally breaking himself from her grip, causing some water to slosh out from the tub and onto the floor. He wraps his arms around himself, slumping to the side of the tub and sliding further in until the water touches his chin. She rolls her eyes and wipes the hand against her gown. She folds her hands together and turns to you, beginning to speak. When you hazard another glance at Aegon, he is looking right back at you, eyes pleading with you, 'Don't let them', and so you wont. "My lady," she begins through a tight smile. "I hope you do not-"

"My Queen", you cut in, internally cringing at your own inappropriate interruption. All the eyes in the room snap to you once again, Otto's curious, the serving girl's uneasy, Aegon's hopeful, and the Queen's simply unreadable.

Her face is calm but she stares straight into you with that look which always seemed to wait for a challenge wherever her children were concerned. "If you'll forgive the intrusion your grace," you say gently, bowing slightly "I would ask that I could care for my husband tonight?" Otto observes you looking almost amused. You swallow, eyes flitting over to Aegon who hasn't moved from his position but now grips the edges of the tub and looks as if he thinks he may float away if he lets go. He shudders slightly. The Queen's gaze remains trained on you and she takes in a deep breath, shifts her jaw as if she's considering much more than whether you should be allowed to bathe your husband. She glances back over to Aegon then to you again. "Well, I suppose I don't see why not."

Just then Aegon inhales sharply and lurches forward, vomiting on the floor and onto the feet of the serving girl. She looks to nearly jump out of her skin, nearly dropping her tray before scrambling back and clamping a hand over her mouth, suppressing a yelp. The Queen stiffens, hands clenching into fists but her expression unchanging. You well know that she has seen him like this more times than anyone could count. The girl however looks pale, and like she may be sick herself if she isn't careful. She must be new, a pity.

The Queen turns to her soberly. "Clean that up." She speaks without betraying a single thought. "Finish your duties, then be gone for the night." The girl nods, turns to place the tray on a nearby table and moves to get knees, suppressing a retch as she begins to clean. The Queen looks to her father again, then back to you, nodding and clasping her hands behind her. She and Otto move towards the door, where you still stand near the threshold. As she steps past you, she stops briefly and grasps your hand, seeking out your gaze and forcing the eye contact. "Good night my lady" she says with that inexplicable intensity, and then they're gone.

The serving girl remains, wiping up the last of the mess on the floor and quickly returning to her feet. She looks to you timidly, clearly unsure of where she should be. "Wait outside" you tell her with a small smile. She tries to return the gesture and her lips are tight, disingenuous cordiality betraying her judgement; but still nods curtly, turning on her heel and leaving the room. You're aware of how everyone in the castle thinks of your prince, but it matters not. Let their thoughts go with the wind.

Finally alone, you approach and kneel at the side of the tub, to your husband who sits reclined with his head resting against the back edge of the tub. His eyes are closed, but when you raise your hand to brush the hair from his face and press it against his forehead he opens them bad they meet with yours. He has the most expressive eyes, you've thought that for as long as you've known him. After a lifetime of being taught to conceal his true thoughts and feelings, they speak million unsaid words directly into your mind. Tonight you saw, as you often did, shame. And an apology.

You use a rag to wipe of remnants of vomit from the side of his mouth, scoffing. They had cleaned the floor spotless, but hadn't even bothered to wipe the prince's face. He looked so pretty, blushing red but your heart aches with the distant awareness that it's a product of embarrassment, not just the steam and the drink. You find one of his hands beneath the water and lift it, watching the way his pale fingers entangle with your own."My poor sweet Egg" you sigh, pressing a kiss into his bruised knuckles. "What will I do with you?"

He chuckles, ignoring the comment and looking away. "I don't think my mother much likes you"

You know the queen does not particularly like you, but so far as you've seen she does not seem to truly like anyone. Except maybe her white knight, but he seems to detest everyone else just the same. She is a woman under immense pressure and you recognize that. She is also a woman who protects her children above all else, so as long as you remain close to the prince she would always look to you with trepidation. She doesn't hate you, but you know she may never trust you fully. You wonder if Aegon ever things of these things. Either way, he does not need to think of them now, so you just smile, and poke him in the ribs playfully, making him jump and bat your hand away.

"And why ever would you think that, my lord" you ask sarcastically, drawing out the last syllable.

"Because," he breathes out, stretching, his tense body now visibly more relaxed. "You love me so easily. She tries so hard but...I still can't tell if she's succeeded. She loves her son but she doesn't love me. Who I truly am, the way you do. I think she's jealous." He giggles at the last sentiment, a hand coming up to rub at his face.

This gives you pause. He can be so lovely at times that is makes you want to cry, but never when he means to. It makes your heart soften. You don't know how to respond, so you push your fingers through his hair, along the back of his neck and down to his shoulders.

"Sit up darling, let's get you clean."

A tray sits on the table nearest to the tub, and from it you pick up the woolen rag and lump of soap, dunking them both beneath the water. You spend the next twenty minutes or so bathing him, mostly in silence save for the occasional sigh or hum from your husband. With a focused but gentle hand, you scrub the outside world from every part of his body, filling the room with a light aroma of oranges from the soap. Once he is mostly clean, you massage his back and shoulders, adoring the way he relaxes beneath your fingers. You lightly run your nails across his chest, not missing the way he shudders at this, shifting slightly when your hand brushes past his nipple. He swallows thickly and suddenly seizes your wrist. The in his eyes is suddenly sharp and reminds you endlessly of his mother.

"You do love me, right?" He never seems to know for sure, the poor thing. You place a hand on the crook of his neck, your thumb coming up to stroke his cheek. You study the worry on his face, the curve of his nose and those eyes that you gaze into and can’t help but love. "Of course I do, you fool." You lean forward, placing a chaste kiss upon his lips. He returns it, softly and without pushing for more. You place another soft kiss onto one cheek, then then other, then his temple and the tip of his nose until you find yourself leaving invisible marks of your love on every bit of his face until he begins to giggle and squirm away from the attention. You revel in the sweetness of it, the privilege of indulging in this part of the man who most people know as all sharp edges.

You move behind him, cupping some water in your hands and smooth it back through his hair. From the tray you take a few drops of rose oil into your hands and work a few drops of rose oil through his hair, massing and scratching his scalp as you go. He closes his eyes and hums, leaning back into your touch.

Once you finish you move to his wardrobe to find clean dry smallclothes for him to change into. Returning to the tub, you place the. Small pile of clothing on the table and squat down next to him, back at his level.

"Now," you say, sitting back up on your heels and resting your hands upon your thighs. "Shall we retire to my chambers while this is cleaned up?"

He looks up at you, a twinkle of mischief back in his eye and a smirk lifting one side of his mouth. "Well yes wife, I would think so."

[thithesandofferings]

Oh no oh geez i’m nervous 3:

I might have liked the DBZ Yandere post of yours more than I expected to. Any uuuh crazy chance I could ask for some headcanons for a Yandere Raditz? 👉🏾👈🏾 🥺

I know he’s not big for a lot of people though so if you’d rather maybe headcanons for a yandere Cell (any form)?

Also thanks sooo much for offering writings for poc readers!! So few people do so i tend to cling to y’all that do 😭

Ohohoho i'd loved to do Raditz- i just love big and mean men unf. Which means- I gotta do Cell too obvi. ALSO!! Never be too nervous to come hang out! I love interacting and getting ideas from other. Y e s poc characters need love too

Lets all heathenize together

Yandere DBZ Crew Original Post

@emmacornell

Tags: NSFW 18+ (there was no way I was making this SFW lol.) Yandere themes. Peeping tom Cell. Noncon to dubious. Raditz being reluctantly hot for you. D/s themes.

Raditz- Of course you like him? Why wouldnt you? No he's not gonna admit that he notices you. That's beneath him. And he'd rather you be beneath him. Taking it like a good little human yea? And maybe he's a little overprotective over you. Shutting you out from your family. Isolating you for days on end- he only wants you to see him. There may have been a little torture, but you really really enjoyed. You clenched down on him over and over again in those moments. He may or may not have killed a few of his generals… But how can he not be when sometimes you like to run. He's really been considering a leash and collar for you. Doesn't like that you're completely nonplussed by him, by what he can do. That little giggle as you skip away from him has him growling in annoyance. No, you wont be coming for awhile. No matter how you beg, maybe its time for a gag too. He's been told that he's been too soft with you. And he begrudgingly can admit that. He just gets so hard when you open your mouth unprompted and takes everything he gives. Smiling with glee when he slaps you lightly and tells you to swallow. Wont admit it, but loves how pouty you get when you cant sit warm his cock on the way to another planet. He wont admit that you'd be the reason he doesn't finish that mission. But would rather finish inside of you. You don't seem to mind that he's a bad person. That seems to excite you more. Making sure you're on his lap as soon as he's home, no matter how much blood he has on him. Grinding on his lap and begging him to take what's his. And who is he to deny such a delicious little morsel like you.

Cell- Did NOT think he would have to bother with constant thoughts of you. You, measly human, who he saw on Earth in happenstance. Doesn't think twice about you or your worth, until you bump into him. He wouldn't care- would automatically think "food" had you not touched him and looked him in the eyes to say sorry. He, perfect Cell, would never stand to be touched by someone as low as you, but his mind betrays him, thinking of how good you'd look below him. Apologizing while looking up at him when his cock is too much to bare. He can already feel the slick starting to pull from his length and he has to shove past you because he has a mission. That doesn't stop him from watching you, following you, everyday after his mission is done. He's so angry at himself to be so enamored with you. Fucks his fist fast and hard when he's staring at you through your window. Him only getting slicker when you gasp in fear of seeing him. Your scream makes him come so hard he almost blacks out. You're looking behind your shoulder everyday now, whimpering when you see a glimpse of him. He wants you to make that noise against him, while taking him deep. Its his lucky day when he sees you go into an alley alone. Silly human, he'll make sure you know why that led you to your current fate. He's so much bigger than you, holding you up with ease as he fucks slowly in and out of you. He wants you to feel every inch. Feel the power he has over you. He's breaking your mind as well as your body. Dragging his heated length through your slick walls, groaning and biting into your shoulder. You feel so good he never wants to leave your hole. Your tears have changed over time from fear to pleasure. He can tell and that makes him rut against you just a little harder. So willing to please now. Saying you want more- ah you're so greedy for it. For him. With a little hiccup and moan that makes you tighten around his length, you bring him closer, shoving his face into your shoulder- he knows he cant let you go after this. Knows he has to breed you before anyone else does. No ones allowed to touch what is his.

[shai-manahan]

Too many interactive games these days are forcing represantation of dark skinned characters for clout like that actually helps gain more readers.. Maybe that can be good if there's a balance🤷but having only one for me available to romance isn't making the game any fun considering that she is a traitor, and I cant even pronounce half the ethnicities of the others. You should at least consider adding more.

I will try to answer this as calmly as possible, but know that I only did so because this wasn't the first time that I got an ask similar to this. I'm also not answering any more like it in the future to avoid further discourse (it's just tiring lol). Some people just can't behave.

First of all, anon, I don't know why you'd accuse a writer of color that they're chasing clout all because most of the ROs are of color, too. Is it so difficult to understand that perhaps I'm a lot more comfortable with that? You speak of balance, but maybe think about the balance within the IF community with regards to the amount of characters of color properly represented by authors in comparison to white characters.

Meaningful representations for PoCs are already hard enough to see in every form of media, even in IFs. Usually they're not written with enough understanding and education, making them feel... not genuine at all, sometimes bordering into fetishization. Issues arise because some authors can't be bothered to research and take some time to figure out how the character's background has influenced them in a realistic manner. So yeah, as a PoC myself, I don't think I have the responsibility to concede into writing more white characters than I've meant to with that in mind. I’m actually glad more writers of color are slowly emerging in this community now.

In addition to that, you already have enough control of the main character; I'm not going to let you do that with characters I've spent a lot of time working on just because you're not a fan of the ethnicities they have (tbh you’re really just being racist here). Is that rude of me to do? I don't know, maybe you think so, but for the first time in my life I’m able to represent my own ethnicity alongside other minorities, and this ask is really not making a case as to why I shouldn't.

P.S. If I had wanted clout, I would have made a simple cop IF without the nuances that come along and the underlying issues I aim to put focus on. Maybe if I had done so, I wouldn’t have received nasty police-defending asks in my inbox for the past year.

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

Sweet Holy Honey pt. 1

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Nanami Kento x POC!Reader

Inspired by the song “Sweet Holy Honey” by Xavier Omar and Sango

Synopsis: To keep up with bills you take up a part time job as a stripper/waitress at a gentlemans club in downtown Kyoto under the stage name "Honey". Most days you have to deal with your perverted boss, slobby and drunk old dudes, bachelors, ceos, and college assholes, but every now and then the special customer comes in. He wears a neat beige suit, blue button up shirt, and an unforgettable cougar print tie.

Warnings: SMUT, angst, emotional and physical abuse, cussing, drug use, slight yandere behavior but Nanami isn’t dangerous or violent towards Y/N just obsessed

A/N: This is a normal AU where Nanami and the rest of the JJK characters just have regular jobs/lives

A/N: Just a little note, when you see Y/N and other girls names being italicised it means it's not their real name, it's their stripper name

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Another round bunny girls!"

babbled the drunk frat boy. God you hated when the young ones came in, the Bunny Room just opened and already they were obnoxious, destructive, and too eager to grab you in all the wrong places. On the bright side, they never tipped you anything less than 50 dollars so you couldn't complain too much since they basically paid your rent. They had pockets full of daddy's money to spend and you were more than happy to take it from them.

Midnight: "Uggch, wanna take this one Honey, I cant take anymore of their gross ass axe body spray smell." she said leaning against the door of the back room

Y/N: "Might as well, the guys tonight have been such stingy tippers, you know one guy tried to tip me in baseball cards?!" You stood up adjusting the ends of your latex bunny suit

Midnight: "You're lying!! What a ass cheap bi—

It wasn't long before your boss came barging through the door like a madman

Kota: "Oh please don't let me interrupt your conversations, please continue talking while I lose the customers that pay YOUR bills," the slob of a man stood their in his ugly gray suit that was two sizes to small on top of a white tank top and a gold chain necklace, "All of you get your asses out there and shake some ass for those virgins at table 6!"

You all rolled your eyes in annoyance but proceeded to do as you were told. All together you got dressed in your different colored costumes, each to match your stage name. Quickly you slid the fabric of your honeycomb colored ensemble over the curves of your body and put on your matching bunny ears.

When you all finally exited with trays of cocktails in each hand you were met with cheers and hollers, some nice and some lewd but you didn't care what they said as long as they paid you after. The table Kota assigned you tonight was a bunch of college frat boys, it was obvious they had just turned 21 the hunger in their eyes gave it away.

Bubblegum: "Did you order the Sunset Rum on the rocks sweetie?" She asked the boy closest to her. He nodded and she leaned over being sure to push as much exposed breast into the young mans face as she could

Y/N: "Such a big order huh Bubblegum? he must have big..." you pulled him in close by his collar, "money..." you whispered seductively

The young man blushed profusely, smiling like a love struck teenager as he looked back and forth between your bodysuit and Bubblegums hot pink one. He rummaged through his wallet as quickly as he could to dig out two fifty dollar bills and hand them to you both

"You want us to put them away ourselves? I thought you liked us baby?" You both guided each of his hands to the space between your beasts and slid in the $50 bills for him while his friends erupted in whoops and cheers. The longer his hands stayed submerged the larger the tent in his trousers grew, making his face burn hot red

"You-You're so hot H-Honey...c-can you dance for me?" He shifted in his seat to give himself some friction. The other boys soon aching for the same action, cueing Bubblegum to take her place on the pole on the table

You handed your tray of drinks off to Cherry, her bright red suit and red pumps shining under the room lights as she walked away back to her assigned table. Slowly you positioned over his lap and grinded your lower half against his making his erection only stronger. You moved your hips to match the rhythm of the music in the room. The way you maneuvered your body was so precise and alluring, when his hands journeyed across your chest to your hips it was like they had a mind of their own. It was clear why you were the most requested Bunny at the club.

Kota: "Honey! Waiting room 4, now!" He interrupted, grabbing your arm and yanking you off his lap, “H-Hey! I payed for a dance you can't just stop her midway!"

Kota: "Yeah? Pay $400 for her then you can talk..."

You mouthed sorry to the poor boy but at least they had Bubblegum to finish the rest of the night with. You tried your best to be upset at Kota for interrupting you, but all you could think was "Who the hell would pay $400 for me?" The fact that you were the most popular Bunny usually meant a standard of $400 a night, but the idea of one singular person paying that much for you was absurd, it gave you a since of nervousness you hadn't felt sense you first started working at the Bunny Room

Kota: "For $400 you better do whatever he wants" he threatened before pulling the curtain open and motioning you into the room. It was lit with a low yellow hue and paired with seductive music to match the mood. On the black leather couch sat a man in a beige suit that was far nicer than what your customers usually wore. His blue button up was unbuttoned slightly and a cougar print tie hung low around his neck

Honey: "Stressful day at work handsome?" you inquired, he said nothing just looking at you with an intimidating gaze. You sauntered over and placed yourself between his legs, caressing him up from his calves to his knees and all the way up to his thighs

Honey: “Not a big talker eh?” You stood back up and placed yourself on his lap, now looking at him eye to eye, “…or are you just a little shy?” You let out a low giggle as you caressed his smooth jawline.

Nanami: "I'm not a pervert...", he sighed as if he needed to prove that fact to himself, "...I just need a distraction."

You stood up looking down at him and climbed into his lap, letting his deep brown eyes match yours

Y/N: "I can be anything you want mister" you whispered into his ear before beginning your performance. Your body moved against his making him harder and harder, the warmth making him shudder and groan.

You did everything he wanted, for the price he was paying —plus the extra 100's he kept sliding in your bra throughout the dance— you made sure to go above and beyond. Luckily he wasn't a creep and didn't demand many things out of you...just a dance. After about 30 minutes, the damp spot on his pants signified he was satisfied.

Nanami: "I-I apologize for that, it was inappropriate", he said as you stood up

Y/N: "Don't be it's totally okay hun!", you giggled, "Guys cumming in their pants is a normal occurrence in this profession, as long as you don't try and fuck us or stalk us afterwards we won't hold it against you." you smiled as you turned to walk out the curtain, he watched your ass sway back and forth as you left

Y/N: "Have a goodnight stranger", you winked and walked out the velvet curtain leaving him alone to clean himself up

Nanami: "Have a good night Honey..."

All characters belong to Gege Akutami. Story belongs to @nonbinaryeggrolls do not steal

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Hello!! Can you do Eddie with a Muslim girl? please 💕

Hi there! I tried to get a few more details about this request-made a post a couple of times, but didn't get a response. I do apologize if this isn't what you had in mind.

Eddie Munson x Muslim Girl Reader

Send me request here! Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, POC too).

The more details you had to your request, the better it is for me. EX: “What about some fluff for Eddie after he’s had a long day?”

Feel free to look through my masterlist here!

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It starts with just a note.

Hi.

You know the scratchy handwriting anywhere, after spending a month next to him in Algebra and swapping math notes so Eddie could get the equation down right, you've learned to spot the handwriting nearly a mile away.

But this, what you have with Eddie now all started five months ago at the start of a new school year and the two of you landed in History together. You weren't the type to sit in the back but you didn't love History. You were good at it, but what they taught wasn't always the full truth. It'd been picked over and watered down.

So you sat in the back, to avoid the gaze of Mr. Brown, planning to do just enough to pass the class without raising the alarm of your parents. Eddie gently taps your arm as you're doodling in the corner of your notebook and by the time you look up, peering around to see a folded piece of paper slid across the desk towards you.

You take it, as discreetly as you can from Eddie's retreating fingers and unfold the squares to reveal the single word on the college lined notebook paper.

Hi, Eddie.

Thanks again for your help last year. Promise this year I won't need as much help.

You snicker as you read the note at Eddie's underline the word "as". He's smart, easily distracted and clearly the system's not designed to accomodate people like him. But you know he's good under the surface of leather jacket and wild hair. You grin to yourself as you look back up at the board. Mr. Brown is deep into a lecture and you drop your gaze to look down to respond. I'm always happy to help.

You're nice. Sweet, too. Do you still have Wednesday's free?

You read over the note, freezing for a moment. Eddie's got his head buried in his notebook when you look over to him. I do. Why? What's up?

You slide your respond back over to Eddie and for someone who seems to buried in their notes, Eddie's hand shoots out for the response like a bat out of hell. You smile to yourself, looking back up tp the board and then jot down another line of notes.

Like to make it a long standing study date if it's okay?

Yeah, that's okay. Do you mind coming over? Parents are a little strict about it. Usual time?

You normally, last year, with Eddie would tutor him after school at the library--but given recent events in the town, your parents wanted you home unless there was a group of you out and they knew everyone. You tried not to ruffle feathers. It would only make matters worse.

You sure your parents won't mind? I don't scream bring to your house and have to interact with your parents material.

They're cool--well about some things. Our ritual sacrifice will have to wait for another day.

Eddie giggles, no one outside of the two of you seem to really notice but he fucking giggles as he reads your response. Damn. Was hoping it get it done sooner this year. But as long as you're sure, I'll be over at the usual time.

And with just a simple note, you and Eddie have landed yourself here. Every Wednesday, Eddie pulls into your driveway promptly at 5 but always lingers in the van for a few minutes to make sure he's not catching your family in the middle of prayer. He pulls out his backpack from the floor of the passenger seat and prays to whomever is above that the smell of his pail hasn't lingered too bad.

When he thinks the coast is clear, he piles out of the van, knocks on the front door is always immediately greeted by your father. It's always with a smile. "Come, come in," your father greets as always patting Eddie on the shoulder.

The house always smells alive--spices Eddie can't put a name too, but your mother is always happy to offer whatever she's been cooking or snacks. Eddie takes them with a smile and settles down at the kitchen table. And like clock work as Eddie settles down at the kitchen table, you come down the hallway, voice huffing as your sister clings to you.

"I swear if you steal another one, our parents will have to bury you."

Eddie laughs, fingers toying at the rings of his notebooks as you come down the hallway. You smile at him, books in hands and just behind you is your sister, a clip in her scarf that Eddie is yours. Clearly it's not that important because she's still wearing it but Eddie likes watching the way you and your sister interact. You settle down across from him and your sister waves at him. He waves back.

"Where did we leave off?" you ask with a huff, watching the way Eddie's gaze softens when he turns it full to you. You're not sure what the look is supposed to mean, but it makes your stomach flutter just a little.

Eddie blinks, dropping his gaze back down to his notebooks. "World World II I'm pretty sure," he answers.

"Lovely."

You watch Eddie shift in the wooden chair and the bangs start to stick on his forehead. The house is warm with the addition of the oven going and your mother at the stove. Eddie always shows up, no matter how hot it is outside in a flannel.

"Is it too warm?" you ask, getting up to fix a glass of water and grab some paper towel off the role.

Eddie clears his throat after taking a sip. "Thanks. I'm okay."

"The house is not going to go into flames if you take off the layer. I promise. The tattoos are fine, you know."

Eddie ducks his head. "Just-just wanted to be respectful," he laughs.

"You literally sit here for like an hour and a half once a week and you don't even need help in History. You could be anywhere, but you're here. You don't have to prove anything else." You motion at the flannel. "Go on."

Eddie's cheeks turn pink and it's not with the heat of the kitchen before he slowly peels himself out of the red flannel that he stole from Wayne.

"Tada," you laugh. "You flames, no Hell bursting wide open. I don't believe the rumors anyhow."

"Thanks," Eddie whispers. "For giving me the chance."

"Of course."

He realizes as he starts to form the words that he probably shouldn't ask here. But also it doesn't hurt to ask here either. "Think I can stretch my luck and get a date?"

At that you laugh as you hear your dad groan and push off the sofa. "Gotta ask the big guy first," you nod over your shoulder.

"What's this I hear about a date? Where are we going?"

[floosies]

An Angel Cried

pairing: mob!Andy x poc!fem!reader

summary: love is the ultimate debt, one which either makes a man or breaks him (an impromtu part 2 to My Blue Heaven)

warnings: violence (not towards reader), cursing, and mentions of sexism/racism

a/n: thank you to @kthynes for suggesting a continuation 💖

The Barbers were a happy couple, Andy's wife was his heaven sent on earth. Her happiness meant everything to him. She loved him regardless of his mistakes and his trade in life.

They'd been on a rolling streak of good news and peaceful nights despite his work. Her choice in acknowledging it but never interacting with it made it all easier at home. It was a quiet debt he owed her, even if she never mentioned it.

Dinner had just finished and she started to clean. He gathered their plates helping her when she spoke up as she turned on the faucet, "Nancy called me." Johnny boy's girl, one of the few people she could stand who was part of the lifestyle, "oh really? What'd she want?" He was now standing by her side next to the sink.

Washing the dishes she answered him, "wants me to help her pick out furniture for the new place Johnny got." The kid was one of Andy's best, "well do you wanna go with her?" He asked curious if she actually would want to. She shrugged, "Nancy's not bad company. I told her it'd have to be in the early afternoon." He nodded, "well if you see anything you think we need let me know."

She knew he was partially joking, but he also really wasn't, she didn't mind be a home maker. Anything she wanted she could have, but she didn't ever want much. Nevertheless, she still looked around that day. Nancy was fidgeting over every furniture piece the store had. Then they reached the couches, "Nancy its a couch that everyone will be sitting on by christmas time," the younger woman sighed, "I know but everyone is still gonna see it."

Just as she was getting annoyed, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around she saw a man who worked for Andy. He smiled at her, "Mrs. Barber right?" She nodded with a smile, "yes. You're-" He stopped her, "Don." She nodded, "ya know I didn't really believe it at first but here we are." She stood looking at him with a confused gaze, by now Nancy was at her side, "pardon?" He took a second, "oh well ya know, that Andy would really be going full ice cream shop when choosin a bride." Now she was more confused, but she was getting the gist, "Don i'm not sure what you mean." She said giving him a small laugh, "oh ya know you're his flavor of the week and i'm sure by the next one he'll be lookin at another one." The disrespect wasn't at all missed but she knew better than to cause a scene. Giving a hearty fake laugh she shook her head, "well lets hope not." He kept on with a stupid grin on him, "well I'll leave ya to your furniture it was nice meeting you." Just as he turned to leave he turned around again, "lets hope the furniture is sturdier than Andy huh." Then he took off with a laugh.

Now she was truly upset, but they were here for Nancy. The women finished their shopping and in the car as she got into the drivers seat Nancy spoke up, "why didn't you put that creep in his place? You're the boss' wife." She sighed thinking back to the tweed jacket, "Andy has enough going on I don't want him worrying about what some deadbeat like Don has to say." She ended the argument there.

That night Andy came home late, but she wasn't up. He found her sound asleep in bed, which he was thankful for. Little did he know she'd cried herself to sleep. She knew the comments were horse shit but still, in his line of work he could have whoever he chose, even if he was married.

In the morning Andy woke up to something unusual. She'd left early to go grocery shopping? Something was going on. His office was at back of the laundromat his folks owned and as he parked in the lot behind the place, he noticed Johnny's car already there.

Stepping out of the car he saw as Johnny head his way. Before the kid could say anything he spoke, "inside. Ya know the drill." The kid nodded and waited til they were behind the door of the building. Then he spilled what he knew, only thing is he didn't have all the details. Nancy came in a half hour later and told him everything. Andy's blood was boiling by the time she told him everything.

He wanted Don's head on stick. He was gonna kill the fucker. The only problem was not making it everyone's mess. A few calls and a few smoothing outs, and there it was. He planned the thing, he had it set. He was macbeth, he would kill for her, no one would ever disrespect her.

Still he wanted to pass by their home before he went out to his vendetta. She was cooking dinenr when he got there. With a slight cough he got her attention, "you're home early honey." She smiled with the face of an angel as she cleaned off her hands on her apron, "ya want me to fix you up something well dinner cooks?" He wasn't good at hiding his expressions, "you know about yesterday don't you." He sighed walking towards her, "why didn't you tell me?"

She hated getting in the way, "Andy we've always known people weren't always going to agree-" His fist came down on the cutting board, "fuck'em. You're my wife and it doesn't matter if they don't agree." Her eyes held a sadness about them, "it's just me Andy." He shook his head, in a whisper he spoke, "you've stuck by me through all my shit." His hands cupped her face gently. She stared into his blue eyes, the same ones she'd first seen all those years ago in the classroom, "you've cleaned blood off me. Its more than that to me. You mean everything and if some fuckin clown thinks he can talk to you like that, he's got another thing coming." Looking at the floor, she quietly said, "well then take some trash bags with you and a change of clothes."

That was it, that was all that was said. She knew he was right. They had promised in health and in sickness. Ultimately there was more inbetween those words, and now was the moment of testiment to his vows. She promised to wait up for him and he to be safe.

As the night went on she did the house chores. Meanwhile he played some version of god. She folded the clothes and he made a man beg for his life. She picked out her dress for a dinner he had to attend later on in the week and he finished up cleaning the mess he'd made.

Andy got home in the early morning. She noticed he was wearing the change of clothes she'd packed him. Quietly she heated up his dinner, "the word's out everyone should get the memo." She only nodded and kissed the left temple of his head as she put his plate on the table. As he ate, her hand reached his and their fingers entwined, the light of the chandelier in the kitchen making the gold of their wedding bands shine, "life is strange. Maybe we should think of having a little one running around the house." His eyes glimmered and his hand squeezed hers, "we could make that happen honey, if its what you want."

Here it was the one rare phrase in her vocabulary, "I do. I want it please." That's all the reassurance he needed.

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