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lesbianfakir · 15 days
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Not to get personal but I think the reason princess tutu stuck with me for so long after watching it is like. As someone with low self esteem and abandonment issues seeing our hero hate who she is at her core only to make a friend who not only tolerated her “ugly” side but is so so deeply charmed by who she is under the mask that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her no strings attached? That’s the fucking DREAM
It’s the fantasy of having someone who loves you even when you’ve stopped being useful, when you can’t be funny or interesting or any of the traits you try to cultivate to make yourself more palatable to others. It’s the fantasy of having someone see to the core of you and not flinching, instead, coming away more endeared than before.
Princess Tutu is about hope. When Duck, our hero who brings hope to everyone, falls into despair, her best friend is there to bring hope back to her. And I think it says something that hope is the emotion the show leaves me with too. Hope for a better future. Hope that one day, like Duck, I’ll grow out of the ugly duckling phase and be able to embrace my true self.
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hanniesunshine · 2 years
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Can you be non-binary but feminine presenting? I feel like that’s a thing but like idk really…like if I started using they/them but didn’t change how I look or dress or anything? Is that something people do? Is that ok to do? I mean obviously non-binary people don’t owe androgyny, but it’s kind of…expected, right? Maybe it’s just that I know I’m attractive as a girl, and I would not be attractive as a guy, and it’s stupidly ridiculously important for me to stay attractive because why I don’t know hit it is but if I use they/them but still look like a girl even if I don’t feel like one then…what?
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jiskblr · 10 months
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Tumblr Rules for Redditors
Hello, fellow redditors! Many people are trying to tell you rules about how to Tumblr properly. Many of them are wrong, or assholes, or both. I am also an asshole but I’m going to not be one for a minute to give you some advice:
“Reblog this or you’re a bad person” and any variation on that is a violation of intergalactic law. Don’t do it. Also, refuse to comply if someone else does it.
Generally, people can see what you reblog, but cannot see what you ‘like’. A like may seem like an upvote, but it is much less significant than one, since it doesn’t affect visibility in the slightest. A like will be visible both to the OP of the thread, and to the person whose reblog you put the like on. Like promiscuously! It feels good to get likes and there’s no downside. (Unless you are a space alien AKA influencer.)
Tumblr nominally has the ability to browse global tags (e.g. seeing the entire site’s posts and reblogs tagged #superwholock or #reddit exodus) and to search the site for things. No one uses them and they don’t really work.
You are probably less surprised by this than denizens of literally any other website on the internet, but there’s no algorithm here. Chronological order only. (If you’re using the search or global tags, they might have an algorithm, but if they do, it doesn’t work. We don’t know because we don’t use them.)
Anyone can have absolutely any conversation in the notes of your post that they like. This is how the website works. You are allowed to complain about it, but don’t expect anyone to humor you.
Many people have ‘DNI’ lists in their blog descriptions. This means ‘do not interact’ and indicates that they don’t want you to message them, reblog from them, reblog any posts they are OP of, or even, sometimes, ‘like’ their posts. It is good manners to respect these, if you know they exist, but in normal use you probably won’t look at blog descriptions very often so it is entirely okay to violate them by accident. (When the lists get very long, it becomes impractical to check whether you violate them. Generally, just skip it. You probably don’t want to interact with those people anyway.)
Notes on posts you start will go to you no matter how many intervening hops there are on the reblog chain. If you get a post with an enormous amount of notes, this can get overwhelming. Whatever the current incarnation of Xkit (basically RES for Tumblr except we’ve switched names and maintainers seven times) is, will have a setting to deal with this. If that’s insufficient, the suggested course of action is to reblog your OP to your own blog so that you have a copy for posterity’s sake, and then delete the OP. This silences the notes.
If you and another user both follow each other, you are ‘mutuals’. This makes it much easier to have conversations with each other, which is ordinarily sort of hard since everything is purely chronological. Frequently your mutuals are your friends; if not yet true, they may become your friends.
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If you want to search your blog, consider Siikr. Don’t overuse it, it’s one guy’s project.
Be verbose! This ain’t Twitter, no character limit. (Not even the really large character limit of a reddit comment.) Write a 3000-word story in a single reblog if you want, that sounds awesome. Use ‘read more’ if you do, though. Posts can be very long, one of our oldest memes is about this.
Infinite scroll is the default, but you can turn it off. Actually, check all the settings, many of them will improve your experience.
Everybody be excellent to each other!
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sparkrls · 30 days
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delayed proposal
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Summary: in which Harry’s got a few secrets up his sleeve and Y/N just wants to know if he’s going to propose
Author’s Note: this is the blurb i was talking about with bandmates!harry x y/n. remember to like and reblog because i crave validation. love ya <3
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“Are you going to propose soon?” Was the last question Harry expected to be uttered out of Y/N’s bright pink lips.
It was just another Sunday night, the couple trying to enjoy those last fleeting moments of weekend relaxation before Monday arrived with the usual burden and obligations of being working adults.
In little less than 12 hours, Y/N would be back to her 9-5 job being an assistant to a high-class executive of a finance company. Her boss had too much authority for being so irresponsible and more money than anyone would need in a lifetime. What a luxury it must be to have your dad pass down a company you didn’t know how to run down to you.
Her boss wasn’t a horrible person, he was quite respectful and kind when asking her to do tasks, he was just a very exploitative executive. He had learned from his father to be unbending and demanding.
Y/N’s work paid a good wage, enough for her to pay her bills and still have a bit left. She wasn’t one to buy luxuries, though, preferring to save money up so she could one day quit her 9-5. And then dedicate herself to the things she did every day after work: picked up her red electric guitar, adorned a black skirt that bordered on too short, and perform for (currently small) crowds of people who cheered her band on as they played.
There wasn’t anything Y/N loved quite as much as the rush of being on stage, the bass making the stage shake with each loud thrum, sticks clashing with plates of a drum and the velvet voice of an angel, Harry singing through the microphone and his eyes on her and her fingers moving over the fret of the guitar.
They played small clubs and rundown bars, getting payed a poor wage for the extrenous effort used to get four adults with full time jobs to align their schedules in order to rehearse. Sometimes all they got were free drinks, but they took what they could get and did it for the love of it.
That was how they got here, on Harry’s couch, his arm draped around her shoulders, and her head on his chest. They were watching Bluey, the way they did most nights they spent together. He would always roll his eyes when Y/N suggested it, pretending to hate it, but she knew it was his favorite show, and he always cried at the emotional episodes.
Their instruments lay forgotten on the table, his blue guitar next to her red one, as they’d spent most of the afternoon drinking beer and writing a new song.
It was a question that had been lingering in the back of Y/N’s mind, and she wasn’t quite sure why she chose that moment to blurt it out, but she did. “Are you going to propose soon?”
Harry’s gaze turned to her, eyebrows raised in light surprise, a small breath exhaled between his lips in a faint chuckle. “What?”
It was too late to take it back, so Y/N sat up and told him, “You’ve always talked about wanting to settle down and get married.” His features remained in small confusion. “We’ve been together for a while. Are you going to marry me?”
“Well, of course I’m going to marry you,” Harry said, like it were some scientific fact that everyone knew and was unchangeable. “You’re my forever, baby. I’ve written about a hundred songs about it.” His lips turned up in a smile. That smile he wore every time he told her he loved her, with a cocky and smug edge as if he were teasing her, laced with affection.
“I don’t mean we have to get married this instant, but I just, I guess we’ve never talked about if we were getting engaged or when and I-“
“Baby,” Harry cut off her nervous rambling, chuckling. He kissed her, soft lips with cracked edges from the cold and dry weather. “I already know what ring I’m going to buy. I’m just saving up for it.”
Y/N’s mind blanked for a moment. “You’re already thinking about rings?” Her lips parted in surprise.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Yes, silly girl. You’re not the only one thinking about marriage.” He smiled at her, reassuring her that he was just teasing. “In case you haven’t noticed yet, I’m hopelessly in love with you.”
“Oh,” Y/N said, still in shock. Here she was, getting all nervous and insecure about marriage and he had already been planning to propose. Her question now seemed a bit foolish. She looked up at him and said, “You know I don’t need some needlessly expensive ring, right? You could buy it on Aliexpress and I couldn’t care less.”
Harry looked at her with slight amusement. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” Y/N said with a small nod. “It’s stupid to spend money on a ring when it doesn’t make much of a difference.”
Harry sighed. “Baby, it’s not about the ring being expensive. It’s about the ring being a symbol for my devotion to you. And I want my devotion to be apparent in the beauty of it.” He tapped the finger on her left hand where the ring would lay. “No, I don’t have to spend money on an expensive ring. That’s why I’m not just getting a huge diamond. I’m getting something you’ll love.”
“But it’s expensive and it’s a waste of money on a simple ring-“
“Is it just a ring? Or is it a symbol of matrimony, of us being together forever?” Harry said gently, correcting her statement. “Not to mention you’re going to be wearing that ring every day ‘till you die.”
Y/N made a sound of contradiction. “Unless we get a divorce.”
Harry stared at her blankly for a few moments. He deadpanned, “Not funny.”
“Kinda funny,” Y/N said with a small smile.
She waited for Harry’s stern gaze to soften with adoration the way it always did. It only took a few moments for his composure to crumble and he leaned in close to her. His nose grazed against hers as he muttered quietly, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
The way he said it sounded like a declaration of love. Everything he said to her did. Because his love could never be called in to doubt. It shone through every word he uttered, every song he wrote, every thing he did.
His lips locked onto hers once again, the tension in his muscles melting away as if all he needed to feel complete was to be pressed against her. To have every inch of skin surrounding her, the taste of beer still on her tongue, and the scent of spring enveloping his senses.
“I’m going to marry you,” Harry uttered, an oath murmured against her lips before placing a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her close once again.
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yandere-kokeshi · 2 months
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How would Yandere Price and Soap and König react to their darling being a cannibal. Like, the boys find out, and the darling is like, “it’s okay! I only eat bad guys, tho! So don’t be worried 😋😋”
— Yandere Price, Soap, and König with a cannibal gn darling
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Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about eating humans and slight violence. 
A/N: This is the most chaotic ask I’ve gotten, and I’m here for it. Enjoy!
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Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:
The most dominant side-eye. He’s skeptical, a bit uncomfortable… However, if it satisfies your needs, then why not? Plus, you said you weren’t eating innocents, and you’re doing a favor for the world by getting rid of bad guys, no?
His first question is how do you get the meat. And if he hears you’re getting it from the black-market, or you go out killing on the register, it makes him feel odd. Regardless of the answer, he fits in that he’ll gladly kill for you. It’s all laughter, until he comes inside the house the next day, dragging a black-bag shaped like a body…
Of course, he worries about you. He understands the human body, and how much iron and fat is in the body, which in many cases, causes you to get sick. 
Johnny won’t join your diet, but will happily help you cook. He’s fine with helping out, adding seasoning and such with a big smile as the two of you take time with each other. 
Honestly interested in what made you decide on cannibalism. Did you grow up that way? Did someone or something initiate it? Or was it a day when you woke up, and randomly decided on? Johnny is all up to hearing about it, regardless of the time it takes, and finds it fascinating whilst listening to you. 
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John “Captain” Price:
Just blinks at you, hand scratching at his beard with a small ‘huh’ grunting out. 
He’s definitely weirded out by it. It’s something he wasn’t expecting to find out, or hearing those words come out from you. He tries to talk to you, asking why or when you started doing it; gently suggesting to you that you should stop and the reasons as to it. But, sooner or later, he accepts it, shrugging his shoulders and going on along with it. 
Another one that will not be joining your diet. He gags at the glazed image, and it makes him uncomfortable. However, he’s open to helping you cook, but will be eating the ‘other’ meat you’re not so fond of. 
While John isn’t a fan of you eating humans, he’s also one to recommend if you want him to find someone for dinner. He enjoys pampering you, and if he hears a yes, a friend that openly flirts with you is gone — and so are many others that Price sees as a threat.  
Definitely learns to be more open about it, and sometimes forgets you openly eat it, until the time comes when he’s butchering.  
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König:
As long as you don’t jokingly say you’ll eat him, he’s weirdly fine with it. He just nods, rambling in Denglish, before asking questions to ensure he understands you correctly. 
König is fascinated by the human body, which means he understands that certain organs can easily poison you with how many substances it holds. This said, he worries over what you eat — coming into the kitchen to ask if he can cook the meals for you. Within 30+ minutes, König shows that he can make dishes like a tier-5-restaurant rating. 
He loves seeing your reaction to his cooking, smiling at himself with your humming, and always makes a bigger gourmet for a second plate. 
In a way, this giant enjoys knowing this secret. It’s to you and him only, and he loves preparing lunch or dinner with the specific meat. He’s also open to trying the meat you so like, and if he does? Well, that makes two of you a team, doesn’t it? 
Will gladly kill anyone for you. Open to killing the bad, the in-between, and the good if you so ask. However, König tends to go for people who deeply annoy him. 
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hansensgirl · 3 months
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summary. | You have a less-than ideal encounter with your favourite boxer.
prompts. | Curtis Everett + Boxer + “C’mere. I can’t see you from all the way over there.” + Dom/sub, requested by @geminiflanagansblog.
pairing. | dark!boxer!Curtis Everett x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, reader is a fan, roughness, manhandling, pet names, curtis is a boxer, dom/sub, mild smut, spying, fear, intimidation, slapping/impact play, Sir kink, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics
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You stand from afar in awe. You know you shouldn’t be here, but you can’t help it. The Curtis Everett is in town for a championship tournament, and you need to see him, even if you don’t have tickets to the match. 
He has a reputation for his marvellous strength and stoic behaviour. He’s one of the best, and it’s no wonder you’re a fan of his. Who wouldn’t be?
You didn’t bring a camera, and though you have your phone on you, you’re not interested in taking a picture of him. There are plenty of those on the Internet. You just want to watch him in his element.
“You gonna quit lurking in the shadows?” Curtis suddenly calls out, and your stomach drops. He holds his heavy punching bag in place, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “C’mon, be a good girl and come out from there.” You hesitate. What could he possibly do? Maybe he’ll call security and send you on your way, effectively banning you from the gym. Or perhaps he’ll take matters into his own hands. Either way, you got what you wanted, so you’ll take your punishment.
He watches as you emerge from the darkness, sheepish and wearing the kind of clothes a girl like you shouldn’t have on at this time of night. Not around him, at least.
You stop after a few steps, feeling shy. Embarrassment has you burning in shame. 
Curtis sighs, and he walks a bit closer. “C’mere. I can’t see you from all the way over there,”  he tells you once again, and you gulp thickly. You continue walking until you’re about a metre away from him, and the boxer meets you halfway. 
“See? Wasn’t so hard to listen, was it?” he gruffly says, and you nod your head. You’re starstruck. You have nothing to ramble to him about, just an apology and a promise that you’ll leave him alone. “Words,” Curtis demands, and you stutter.
“Oh, uh, no, Sir,” you repeat, and he gives you a smirk. “‘Sir,’ huh? I like the sound of that,” he hums, stalking closer towards you. You find yourself not moving backwards, struck by fear and exhilaration and keeping your feet stuck to the ground. “I’m very sorry for, er—hiding? Spying?—on you, Sir. I promise I’ll leave you alone. You won’t see me again, ever,” you explain to him, wincing as you think about your silly actions. Getting caught by your idol was not what you had expected.
You go to turn around and rush out the doors, but a strong, large hand grabs your arm and drags you back. With minimal effort, Curtis pulls you into his sweaty, bare chest. He’s covered in body hair—one of your favourite things about him.
“Please don’t call security or the police, sir. I won’t say a word about this—I didn’t even take a picture, I promise!” you reason, but he remains unmoved. “Mmm, I won’t call anyone, sugar,” he grunts.
You let out a sigh of relief, knees buckling just a bit. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Sir!” you nearly squeal. Curtis doesn’t give you a smile, and when you look up at him, you notice a dark glint in his eyes.
It’s not the same look he has before defeating his opponents or participating in a weigh-in. No, this is different—something you’ve never seen before. It both frightens and turns you on.
The boxer doesn’t loosen his grip on your arm. In fact, he tightens it. 
“But I can’t just let you leave like this—not when you’re wearing that, not when you haven’t been punished,” Curtis growls, and even though your panties dampen, your stomach drops in fear.
“It just wouldn’t be fair, would it?” he asks, but you suspect he doesn’t want an answer. “Sir–” you start, hoping to convince him to let you go. He tuts, shushing you. Curtis’ large muscles bulge as he pushes you towards one of the mats, shoving you onto it. You land on your forearms, going to stand up. But he’s too quick, too skilled.
Your skirt rides up—the one you wore in hopes of finding him. Now, you regret it. He’s nothing like the man you imagined him to be.
The boxer flips you onto your back and pins you onto the blue foam, hiking up your skirt so he can get access to your panties. You’re in a black, lacy thong. Curtis curses at the sight before chuckling.
“All this for me, yeah? My biggest fan wanted to get fucked by her idol, hm? Dirty girl,” he chides, pulling your underwear down. You try to kick your legs at him, but your attempts are futile. He’s too big, too strong. The exact things needed to be as successful as he is. 
He groans when he finds you’re soaking wet, just as he predicted. “Please, stop!” you cry out. Your cheek stings as your head is forcibly turned to the side. There’s a crack in the air, the sound of skin on skin. You realize Curtis has slapped you, and you start to cry. 
But your thighs squeeze together from the rough action. 
“Aw, are you crying? That’s okay, baby. I’m always good to my worshippers,” Curtis says. His rough fingers find your folds, and he begins to rub your clit, making you garble a moan. “But only after I’ve put them in place,” he whispers.
You can feel him grinding his hard cock against your body, and his size intimidates you. You got what you wanted, but at what cost? 
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neteyamsoare · 1 year
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Special Gifts.
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༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Tonowari/Ronal x fem! Daughter! Reader
༉‧₊˚. Request From [🫧 anon]. Hi! I’ve never actually requested before, but could I ask for some really fluffy Ronal/Tonowari x child reader? Like a little kid if that’s possible like you can ignore this I’m not expecting anything and now I’m rambling woo + I’m hoping for some fluff where maybe reader made jewelry for Ronal and Tonowari (I feel like everyone I know made dodgy bead bracelets as a kid) out of shells they found in the beach? Like I can see Tonowari just like “yes, my child is so smart omg” like so happy his kid made him a necklace or bracelet or something showing it off to the clan. Ronal gets a headpiece and immediately puts it on like she’s going about her Tsahik duties being terrifying but also she’s wearing a headpiece her child made for her which is adorable but if anyone else but reader comments on it they’re going to die.
༉‧₊˚. Summary. You wanted to show your parents how much you love them, what’s a better way than to make them gifts that they could wear forever.
༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Fluff.
༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Threats [not towards you].
༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 1,3k.
༉‧₊˚. Index. Olo’eyktan — Clan Leader, Tsahik — healer of the clan, Marui — homes of Na'vi clans like the Metkayina or the Ta'unui, Sa’nu — Mommy, Sempu — daddy, Itetsyip — little daughter, Yawntutsyip — darling, little loved one, Irayo — thank you, Akula — shark.
༉‧₊˚. Notes. Thank you 🫧 for this cute request, I really hope you liked it. I decided to add Rotxo in this, hope you don’t mind. | This might be bad, I'm sorry. | I'll be working on your other requests which I love btw, the tall req, I'm already thinking of a part 2 for it, I can't wait for you to see what I've planned. | Also pls send your pronouns so I know for future reference. ☺️
༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍
༉‧₊˚. Starred Links. Navigation + Masterlist + Prompts + Taglist
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➱ "Sa'nu! Sa'nu!" you run into the Marui where Ronal is making dinner with Tonowari right behind you smiling at how excited you are.
➱ “Yes ma’itetsyip, I’m right here.” She says as she steps away from the pot and brings you in for a hug which you happily return. “How was your day?” she pulls away to look at you and moves a strand of your hair behind your ear.
➱ “Sempu and I went looking for more shells and we found a lot.” Ronal smiles and stands and faces her mate as Tonowari steps in and gives her a kiss on her forehead. “Is that so?”
➱ “Mhm, she caught them all by herself.” he ruffles your curly hair which makes you laugh. “What will you do with them now that you have enough?” He looks down at you and you just smile up at him. “I can’t tell you it’s a secret.” You pretend to zip your lips and throw away the key and Ronal couldn’t help but chuckle as she looks from you to Tonowari who has a smile on his face. They didn’t know how they got so lucky to have a wonderful daughter like you, Ronal knew you’d be the best big sister to the little baby boy she was carrying, thoughts like that would bring tears to her eyes which she’d constantly reassure you were happy tears.
➱ The next day, as soon as you woke up, you put all the shells in a bag making sure you got every one of them and kissed both your mother and father before you were on your way to your spot near the beach to start on your projects.
➱ You could have stayed in the Marui but you didn’t want your parents to know what you were doing. You thought since they were hardworking people with not only the job of taking care of the people but had the job of taking care of you so you wanted to make them gifts to show your appreciation.
➱ A necklace for your dad and a headpiece for your mom, you took your time on them so they could at least look a bit presentable, you wanted them to like your gift and maybe wear it forever. As you worked on the necklace, Rotxo made his way over to you, “Hi y/n, what are you doing?” he asked as he sat down next to you, you only took your eyes off it for a second to smile at him. “I’m making gifts for my sa’nu and sempu.” Rotxo smiled back at you and fidgeted with his thumbs a bit. “Do you mind if I stay here with you while you work?”
➱ “Sure, you can keep me company.” A smile appeared on your face, it always did when Rotxo was around, he was the only friend that you found tolerable.
➱ When it was getting late and you had to head back, he’d walk you home and you would joke and laugh all the way there. The next morning, he'd been outside already waiting for you and you both would head down to what used to be just your spot and continue working on the gifts as Rotxo kept you company talking about anything that came to his mind.
➱ The day that you were finished the gifts had come and you grew nervous about finally giving them to your parents, Rotxo reassured you that they would love them and that you should make one for him as well, and that made you smile.
➱ You take a deep breath and put the gifts behind your back and walk into the Marui to find your father cleaning while your mother sat resting her feet. “Sa’nu? Sempu?” you say in a soft voice thinking they won’t hear you but in fact, they do and look in your direction. “Yes, yawntutsyip?” Tonowari smiled as he stopped what he was doing.
➱ “I’m ready to show you what I’ve been working on but first you both must close your eyes first.” They chuckle and close their eyes but before you can do anything, you notice peeking eyes. “Sempu, you’re peeking!” a giggle escaped your mouth. “Okay Okay, my eyes are completely closed.” he laughs, closing his eyes shut and you make your way over to them placing the gifts in their hands.
➱ “Okay, now you can open your eyes.” You watched as their eyes opened and looked down at their hands in awe when they saw the jewelry you made for them. “I wanted to show you how much I appreciated you for everything you’ve done for not only me but the clan as well.” You look up at your mom who had tears falling down her face. “I mean of course y’all don’t have to wear it, it probably sucks.” You looked down at the ground trying to avoid their faces but you were soon met with both of their arms around you.
➱ “Tonowari, how did we get so lucky with a beautiful talented little girl like you?” She smiles as she lightly pinches your cheeks making you giggle. “Irayo, my sweet girl, these are beautiful and we’ll always treasure them.” She brings you in for another hug as Tonowari smiles and puts the necklace around his neck. “Nothing that comes from you will ever suck,” he says as he joins the hug wrapping tightly around both you and your mother and this would be a moment that you all would remember.
➱ Okay so now let’s get into how they would react after getting the gift + someone commenting on it.
➸ Ronal
➱ The next morning she would get up and get ready to do her job as Tsahik, she smiles when she puts on your gift.
➱ She didn’t care if she was about to do a gruesome job, the constant reminder that her baby is with her wherever she goes makes her happy.
➱ She heads to the healing pod and there’s already someone injured waiting for her.
➱ She’d greet him and he'd do the same and when he finally notices the headpiece on her head, he thinks to himself what a weird thing to wear, and Ronal would notice his heavy stare. “Do you like it? It was made by someone special to me.” She would smile at him as he eyes it again and looks back at her. “It’s kind of weird don’t you think?” He chuckles a bit but goes silent when he sees the smile on Ronal’s face disappear.
➱ “If you don’t want to bleed to death, I suggest you be quiet.” she hisses and looks away from him to continue to prepare the medicinal paste leaving him to be terrified and wishing he kept his mouth shut.
➸ Tonowari
➱ The way he’d wear it with pride as he does his olo’eyktan duties, he’d even smile even harder if possible when he sees you playing with Rotxo.
➱ He’d end up bumping into an old friend of his and they would just stand and catch up when Tonowari made a joke, the friend would playfully punch him in his chest and that’s when he notices the necklace he was wearing, and laughs a bit. “Ronal’s not making A+ jewelry for you.” he laughs til he makes note of Tonowari’s stern face, glaring at him and boy if looks can kill the friend would have been dead right now and fed to an akula.
➱ The friend made a huge mistake, putting his two favorite girls in a joke that would never be funny to him.
➱ “My daughter made this beautiful necklace for me and you dare fun of it.” he steps closer as the friend steps back starting to regret his words. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-” Tonowari cuts him off with a hiss, the friend's ears lay flat on his head and his tail drooped in fear. “Leave! I don’t want to see your face ever again.” Tonowari closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as the now ex-friend quickly runs away from him. “The nerve of some people.” Tonowari rubs his hand over the necklace and a small smile comes on his face as he thinks of you.
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Signed Away: Part 5
Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader
Summary: You find out about the contractual marriage your parents arranged with Jake’s when you were a baby. You’re plently angered by it, but Jake doesn’t seem too bothered. He might even be happy.
Notes/Warnings: mentions of underage drinking (don’t do it!), typos, i’m sure, cursing, fluff, eventual smut, angst, contract marriage, loss of rights, feelings of being trapped, poor parent/child relationships.
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They were nice. They stared at you a lot and hung on to every word that fell from your lips, but you figured it had to do with the shock of meeting the girl their best friend was newly tethered to. Their immediate acceptance of you was just shy of overwhelming. You were far from used to it, but it was appreciated. It made flutters sprout in your belly and at the same time warmed you enough to soothe the gooseflesh that spread up and down your arms from the attention.
Rejection weaved throughout your entire life—from your mother, your ex, classmates, …Jake, at one point—and the way the devastation of it always ripped you to shreds made the genuine kindness from Jake’s friends all the more potent. You liked them, but out of the corner of your eye, Jake watched the interactions with apprehension.
He had been a nervous wreck when he told you they wanted to stay overnight. You could tell by how he softly held on to your upper arms, practically staring into your soul as he swore he wasn’t ambushing you, that he was sorry he told them the details of your relationship without informing you, and he would absolutely kick them out with blankets and pillows to sleep on the sidewalk if that was what you wanted. You had only slapped a hand across his mouth like a strip of duct tape to stop his rambling and promised him everything was going to be fine.
And it would be. Just because you didn’t have anyone to break the news to didn’t mean Jake should have to keep it just as quiet. It was his life as well. However, all of your attempts at reassurances Jake tucked deep into an inaccessible crevice of his brain. He held no trust for them around you, even after they passed out in the living room.
Coyote was on the couch, his limbs thrown around in odd positions like a limp teddy bear landing awkwardly after being carelessly tossed on the piece of furniture. Rooster slept tucked under Jake’s grandmother’s quilt on the twin-sized blow-up mattress that was taking the coffee table’s spot. And Phoenix was draped longways across the large armchair, legs dangling off one of the arms, her head resting on the other.
“I’m so sorry about this,” Jake said, his eyebrows knitted as he walked you to your bedroom door. “I can’t believe they’re going to be home for a month and a half.”
“It’s fine. I like them.”
“I don’t,” he grumbled. “They keep staring at you like you’re some kind of museum attraction.”
Shrugging, you said, “How could we expect anything else? None of your other girlfriends were sprung on you out of nowhere.”
“Yea, but—”
“Jake, I promise I’m not saying this to appease you. I genuinely like them. It doesn’t bother me that they’ll be around for a bit.”
He looked at you with a skepticism that brought out your snort. “Alright,” he said, drawing the word out a little. Then he kissed your cheek, making little tingles burst to life from the sensation of his lips on your skin, whispered ‘good night,’ and retired to his own room down the hall.
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One Month Later
“We used to come here all the time in high school,” Phoenix said, looking over the diner’s dinner menu. “I’m surprised you’ve never been. I should’ve brought you sooner.”
You didn’t want to tell her that in order to have a friend hangout spot you’d have to have friends, which you certainly did not, and your parents wouldn’t step foot in the shabby little building even if it meant preventing death by starvation. And then there was your ex, but he didn’t often take you out in public.
“It’s changed a bit, but it’s still a part of memory lane.”
“I like it.”
“Do you?” Her face lit up and, somehow, she managed to grow more beautiful. “Good. The rhubarb pie is ridiculously delicious if you’re in the mood for something sweet.”
She paused, drummed her fingernails against the table a few times, then said, “I wanted to thank you for letting us crash into your life. We’re all really excited about this. Had Bob, Fanboy, and Payback come with us you probably would’ve wanted to run and hide from the sheer amount of wild masculine energy, but those three don’t have the free time the rest of us do right now.”
You smiled at her kindness that you had grown so used to over the weeks. She’d become something of a sister in the short time; Coyote and Rooster, too, like overprotective brothers. And Jake had finally accepted their positive intentions.
Still, there was a lot you didn’t know about them.
“Without sounding like an ass,” you began, and her eyebrow quirked, “Can I ask why you all use names like that? I started to bring it up to Jake once, but he shot it down.”
Her head tilted, then realization took over her features and she laughed loud enough to draw the attention of the customers in the next booth. “Old nicknames from high school,” she said. “See, we all wanted to go to the Naval Academy. The nicknames are called call signs, given to pilots by other pilots, but in school as a joke we made up our own and assigned them to each other, and that’s just how we’ve addressed one another ever since.
“We were all going to fly.” Her smile fell, neck twisting to peer out the window beside you. She stared at the glass as if it were screen playing an old memory. “That was the plan anyway.”
“The plan?”
“Yea.” She looked back at you. “I mean Rooster got held back a bit because of some stuff with his uncle, but Jake was initially accepted into the academy with the rest of us.” You sensed the shift in the air. Phoenix began to pick at her cuticle. “He was thrilled, but his parents heavily encouraged a business degree, and still expect him to get his masters. And now we know why.”
She clearly didn’t want to talk more about it. Or maybe she didn’t consider it her story to tell. Either way, you didn’t press her, and based on her reaction you weren’t sure you should even ask Jake. The last thing you wanted was pry into something that demanded he access a past piece of his life he cared to leave behind. Another thing he wasn’t allowed to choose for himself. No choice in career, no choice in wife…what would be next?
“Does Jake have one? A call sign?”
The light returned to her eyes and she snickered. “Hangman.”
“What?” You couldn’t decide if you liked the sound of that or not.
“It’s a long story, but the gist…we all went to a party that the principal’s kid was throwing. When the cops showed up from a noise complaint, Jake bolted while everyone else had to deal with the consequences of underage drinking. He was the only one whose parents didn’t get a phone call.”
“Oh god.”
“He’s a very different person now though. Much more considerate of others. He’s determined to be a good partner to you.”
You froze.
You didn’t want to think about that. Not because you didn’t believe he would treat you right, but because for weeks you had been doing your best to avoid any thoughts of who Jake had been a partner to before. There was a rotating harem in high school which likely continued into college, but something about learning the exact number of his women made your throat seize up. And despite trying to deny it to yourself, he could have had someone right before you, someone he would’ve had to drop in order to pick you up. He could have had a whole life and plan and relationship, completely disrupted by your presence.
“Can I ask you something else?”
“Of course.”
“Did Jake…have someone? You know, right before this thing between he and I happened?”
Phoenix’s head flinched back in surprise. Her lips parted, eyes widened. “What, like another girl?”
You nodded shyly, fearing she was able to see through the casual nature you were trying to display.
“Not a chance. He’s been completely focused on you,” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, he came to Maryland to visit for the second half of his Christmas break last year and you were all he talked about. He said something about a holiday party your families threw and that he couldn’t believe his little childhood friend had turned into a fully grown woman. He went on and on.”
You remembered it. You and Jake had had your first decent conversation since you were children during that party. Maybe your first decent conversation ever. As kids, having a chat about the real things in life wasn’t exactly a frequent occurrence. But at that party, he stuck by your side all night, refilling your soda, getting you snacks, smiling every time you said something, regardless of how stupid it sounded coming out of your mouth. You’d just assumed he was tipsy and bored from having no one interesting to talk to in a crowd of investors, business owners, and trophy wives who unashamedly stared at him.
Any interaction began and ended that same night, neither of you speaking to the other again until the day you found out you were getting married.
It didn’t make sense.
“I don’t understand.” Your eyes snapped to the brunette’s. “I mean, it was just one party. Are you sure it was me he was going on and on about? Maybe he meant some girl from college."
She shook her head, “No, honey, it was you. He wouldn’t shut up,” and her lips met the glass rim of the beer bottle in her hand.
“But Christmas was eight months ago.”
She swallowed and set the bottle down. “Exactly my point,” she said. “His thoughts have been on you for a long time, so you don’t have to worry about there being some other woman.”
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You drove home in a daze, rode the elevator up in a daze, walked into the apartment in a daze—the whole time unable to shake off Phoenix’s words. His thoughts have been on you for a long time. She said he talked about you non-stop, claimed you were beautiful and smart and sweet, and had—unknowingly to you—thought so for longer than you could have imagined, had you even imagined he had those opinions of you at all. You struggled to believe you crossed his mind in the last decade, but Phoenix swore to it, hand on heart.
Your blood rushed through your veins, heart thumping aggressively now that you were encased within the eighteen-hundred square-foot area you shared with Jake. You inhaled. It smelled like him, with notes of your own scent. Hints of that intoxicating combination of his cologne and your perfume hung in the air. You never noticed it before. Why the fuck did you have to notice it now?
You stood under the arch leading into the open-floor plan, eyes scanning, observing, studying. The blueish-gray couch he had picked out, whose rust red pillows you had chosen laying on each end. The dining table he’d ordered with the candle sticks you’d bought placed in the center. He selected the armchair, coffee table, and rug, while you decorated with flowers, and picture frames, and throws. In such a short amount of time, you and Jake had blended so easily. He was so willing to bring you into his life to leave your mark. So, so willing. Like he wanted it.
You cursed under your breath, praying Phoenix hadn’t just cracked open a door you wouldn’t be able to close.
“Hey.”
Jolting harshly in place, you looked over to find Jake moving about the kitchen, a stunning, pearly white smile opening his face when his mossy-green eyes met yours.
“Come here,” he said.
Alarm bells went off in your head, bright red, and flashing. Close proximity to this man would not be your friend right now. “W-Why?”
Chuckling, he waved you over. “Just come.”
His velvety voice wrapped around you, reeling you in against your will, but you took care to stay on your side of the island when you reached the center of the kitchen. A tray of little cakes sat on the counter, stark against the white marble. A wide assortment of flavors spaced evenly across the silver platter.
Jake rounded the island, took one of the cakes between his thumb and index finger and broke off a small piece. “Open,” he whispered. Without hesitation your mouth opened and he slowly slid the cake between your lips, pushing it just under your teeth with the pad of his thumb. “Close.”
You didn’t blink as he stared at your mouth. Could hardly breathe. His thumb remained against your bottom lip, lingering as you chewed the chocolate sponge and swallowed.
“Like it?” He asked.
You nodded slowly, awkwardly, unnaturally. Then his thumb was gone, and you felt the loss, a chilled spot forming in its place.
“My mother made them for us. She claimed it was a belated housewarming gift but she also asked for feedback, so I have a feeling she’s trying to figure out what we’d like in a wedding cake.”
When you didn’t respond with your expected eye roll or snort, his head tilted in question. “You’re quiet.”
“…thinking,” you said. Your voice didn’t sound like your own. Too gravelly, dry. Too meek.
“Thinking, huh?” He smirked, calloused fingertips cupping your chin and lifting. Sudden heat, beautiful heat, emanated from the simple connection of skin on skin. “That’s always dangerous. What about?”
You averted your eyes and he chuckled again.
“Alright, I won’t pry…for now.”
His hand started to pull away, fingers sliding down your chin.
Your hand moved on its own when you grasped onto his wrist. No conscious thoughts other than to stop him before his touch disappeared. Any amusement in his eyes fell away to curiosity. Then realizing what you had done, you let out a little gasp and fingers splayed wide, releasing him. His hand dropped back to his side, but his gaze remained locked to yours.
Lips parted, your warm breaths danced in the limited space between you; invisibly intertwining, playing with one another until joining. Your heart was beating wilder than before; impatient, wanting, begging in a way you didn’t recognize. And it wouldn’t stop.
His chest rose and fell. The short hairs on his arms stood on end. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. But it was that action which pulled your eyes from his, snapping the tight band of tension. You inhaled deeply before exhaling through your nose, and the strength to step away from him found you.
You needed to gain some distance. Hole up in your room for the night. Feign illness and wake up in the morning with your head on straight. You nodded to yourself and your mouth parted to spit out the excuse, but the long fingers wrapped firmly around your forearm yanked your body forward. Your chest slammed against his. A hand cupped your cheek. And Jake’s lips met yours.
 Wedding Countdown: 548 days
A/N: ughhh this chapter was such a pain! But luckily the rest are planned out.
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Legend has a verbal shutdown
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Legend… couldn’t talk.
No, that wasn’t entirely true. He could talk. No physical limitations within his tongue or vocal chords were preventing him from producing sound.
But at the same time, something was stopping him.
He suspected that it had something to do with the fact that he had been traveling with the chain of heroes for so long without any time to adjust, and the stress had finally caught up to him. He walked alongside, listened to, and talked with eight other people day after day without rest. He had stubbornly ignored the overstimulation and masked his burnout, but his mind had decided that enough was enough.
Now he was sitting near the campfire and silently picking at his stew, simply letting the conversation flow around him.
Warriors nudged him and said something, hoping to get a rise out of him.
Legend expected a response to the captain’s teasing words to come easily, and opened his mouth in preparation to say something like “What’s it to you, pretty boy?” Instead, his throat tightened and he snapped his mouth shut, staring at his bowl to avoid curious eyes.
“Whoa, no answer? Really? Is something wrong?” Wind prompted.
Legend looked up and met Wind’s inquisitive gaze. He couldn’t bring himself to answer the sailor, instead giving him a weak smile before returning to his meal.
“Just leave him be,” Wild said from where he was dishing out seconds. “Don’t push him if he doesn’t want to talk.”
Warriors grunted in disappointment, but followed Wild’s advice.
Four soon launched into an animated retelling of one of his boss fights, and Legend settled comfortably into just listening to his brother’s voice. Legend’s own voice was still uncooperative, leaving him unable to speak up with his own thoughts. He found that he could still laugh, quiet huffs with the occasional soft vocalization. But even laughing felt too… awkward, somehow. Despite his mind’s protests, Legend continued to laugh whenever it was appropiate, just to prove that he could make any noise.
After he finished his dinner, Legend found himself fiddling excessively with his rings and bracelet. Having something to do with his hands was soothing, and distracted him from his mysterious loss of voice.
Four finished his story, and Sky directed all attention to himself by pulling out his harp. He plucked out a familiar melody, and the music calmed Legend’s racing thoughts.
Hyrule plopped down beside Legend and rambled about random little things, seemingly uncaring that his predecesor didn’t have it in him to talk back. Legend tried to convey his thoughts with his body language, but he didn’t think it went well. Being in a one-sided conversation with Hyrule was tiring, too. Legend just wanted to be alone, but it wasn’t like he could ask for it because he couldn’t talk.
Wild, thank the goddesses, asked Hyrule to help him at the opposite side of camp, and Legend was finally alone with his thoughts. He set out a pen and paper and began to write a letter to Ravio, just to try and sort everything out.
“I don’t know why, but I really don’t want to talk right now. Its gotten to the point where I can’t, not with the others around. I’m afraid to make any noise, I can’t even hum while Sky plays his harp. Something is making me paranoid and I hate this feeling. I just want to be able to talk again but at the same time it’s the last thing I want.”
He was interrupted by a large, fluffy wolf invading his personal space. Legend let out an airy chuckle and said “Hey, Wolfie,” reaching out to pet him. It took a few seconds for Legend’s actions to process. With a flash of terror, he frantically looked around to anyone had heard him speak.
None of the others had even glanced in his direction.
Still, he blushed and ducked his head down, burying his fingers in Wolfie’s pelt. Okay, so I can talk to animals? But not when there’s people around.
He tried to ignore the screams of badbadbadbadbadbad running through his mind and wrote down his new findings. It wasn’t like Ravio would even read the letter for at least a few days, but Legend found it helpful to sort out his scattered thoughts by putting them on paper.
“You doing okay, Legend?”
When had Time snuck up on him?
Legend found a small piece of scrap paper and scribbled out “Can’t talk.”
“Sore throat? Do you need a drink?” Time asked, and Legend shook his head.
“Don’t want to… CAN’T.” Legend snapped his fingers to make his annoyance heard, not trusting himself with so much as a groan. He slammed his pen down and scowled at his lap, silently fuming.
“Are you having a verbal shutdown?” Time asked, patient as ever.
Legend looked up, hoping that his bewilderment was written on his face since he couldn’t convey it with so much as a simple “Huh?”
“Nobody here would judge you if you are, you know that. We only want to help.”
The possibility of this being a verbal shutdown had occurred to Legend, but he hadn’t let himself really consider it. Nearly two decades of life and ten years of overwhelming, traumatizing adventures, and this was the first thing to psychologically render him speechless? Being around a small group of people for a few weeks? It seemed unlikely, but Legend supposed that he couldn’t write it off at this point. He shrugged and nodded.
“Can any of us try to help?”
Legend thought for a moment, then pointed at Sky.
“Do you want Sky to talk to you?”
Legend shook his head and wrote something on the scrap paper, then showed it to Time. “He can’t stop.”
“I’ll be sure to let him know,” Time chuckled.
Legend breathed a sigh of relief. He was barely paying attention to the music anymore, but the calming noise was the only thing keeping him grounded.
“I’ll leave you alone for now. Just focus on breathing, don’t push yourself to speak until you’re ready, and have Wolfie fetch somebody if you need help,” Time said.
Legend patted Wolfie’s head and flipped a thumbs-up. His surprise verbal shutdown was weird and freaky and he hated every bit of it, but he knew that it had to pass before long. Until then, he had his brothers to help him through it.
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sunflower, chapter sixteen
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A/N: this chapter is a lot, I highly recommend thinking about reading this at the best time for you or just skipping it all together. Take care of yourself, judge if this is the chapter for you ♡ 
summary: to say that the art gallery went worse than expected is a bit of an understatement…
warnings:  TW ableism, use of the R slur, references to childhood trauma, attending an art show (written by someone who is not a professional artist, so it’s probably not accurate at all), anxiety, crying, meltdown/shutdown, going nonverbal, (it has a comforting end, just fyi) (and if I forgot any warnings, please let me know! I don’t want to jump scare anyone.) 
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You kept on having to redo your eyeliner because your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. But finally, after maybe 4 tries, it turned out looking somewhat passable. 
Taking a step back to look at the final product, you tugged your hair behind both ears. Adjusting the straps of your red dress, you smoothed your hands down the silky fabric. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this dressed up. It felt both kinda fun but also extremely unnatural. 
Turning around, you exited the bathroom and called out with a loud exhale, “okay, I’m ready.”
Stopping in the doorway of the bedroom, you saw Spencer look up from his book, eyes immediately growing wide. The expression made you slightly worried, maybe your dress was see-through or something and you just hadn’t noticed, so you asked, hands instantly shooting to cover yourself up a bit, “what? Is something wrong with it?”
“No, no, no, no,” he rushed out, “you just-… you look amazing,” relaxing and letting your hands fall down to each side of your body, “not that you don’t always look amazing, my opinion of the way you look doesn’t change by what you’re wearing, it’s just-,” he rambled, but you cut him off.
“Thank you.”
Closing the book and setting it down, he stood up. “You sure you’re ready? We can take a little extra time before we go.”
“No, I don’t think I’m magically gonna get more ready than I already am,” you shook your head, “thank you though.”
Holding onto each other’s hands, you headed down to Spencer’s car, yes, he apparently had a car, that was news to you. He didn’t drive it often, but he did in fact own a car. 
The ride there was quiet and full of nerves. Spencer kept glancing over at you, keeping a close eye on how you were. You fiddled with the edge of your skirt, folding and twisting it. Your head maintained low the entire time, so once the car stopped it came as somewhat of a surprise to you. Not daring to look out the window, you just blinked over at Spencer as he removed the keys. 
“It’s still not too late to go home,” he laid his hand on top of yours.
“I know, it’s okay, I can do this, I just- need a moment,” you grabbed a hold of his hand and focused on it.
“Take all the time you need.”
After a thorough dance of your fingers over all of the veins that littered his hand, you took a deep breath and nodded, “okay, let’s go.”
Out of the car and onto the street you went. The car was parked fairly close to the gallery, so the walk wasn’t too long. Once you reached the door, Spencer looked down at you for confirmation one last time before opening it.
The wall of sound and life that hit you at once made you dizzy. Switching to linking your arm with Spencer’s for the extra support, you walked in. There were loud music and people everywhere. A server walked by with a tray, and you immediately snatched up a glass of champagne. 
Placing a hand over your arm, he suggested, “how about we try and find Stevie?” humming in agreement, you downed half the glass, the carbonation made your eyes water. 
Spotting them was easy enough since they were wearing a long colourful dress that stood out against all of the others. Beaming as they saw you, they planted a big smooch on your cheek, “you’re here! Hi!”
Having never officially met Spencer in person, they turned to him and said, “and you are just as cute as she told me. It’s nice to finally meet you,” they stuck out their hand, “I hope you’re feeling a bit better after that drama.”
“I am, thanks to Y/n, she’s been the best nurse-, um, I’m sorry, I don’t really shake hands.”
“Oh, that’s totally fine, I’m sorry, it’s just a habit.”
A small man then rushed over to whisper something in Stevie’s ear, and they quickly added, “um, I’m just gonna go take care of this real quick, just relax, I’ve got everything under control, I’ll be right back,” and with that, they were whooshed away. 
Following their frame until they disappeared from your vision, you then let it fall down to focus on your shoes. 
“Hey, how about we look around a bit? I know I’ve already seen all of the paintings in here, but I would love a refresher from the artist herself,” Spencer asked quietly in your ear.
Fighting the small smile it brought to your lip, “Spencer, you have an eidetic memory, I don’t think you need a refresher.”
“I didn’t say a needed one, just that I would like one,” he smiled, “I don’t know, it might be a nice thing for you to focus on.”
“Yeah, thank you, it would actually,” you swallowed down the last of your champagne and put it on a nearby table.
“Why don’t we start with that one?” he nodded to somewhere off behind you.
Turning to decipher which one he meant, you shot him a curious glance.
Smiling he walked you in front of the one in question and looked down at you.
“Oh,” you breathed out, feeling a warmth seep through you, “It’s called a gift from my therapist and is one of my personal favourites. Not because I think turned out in some extraordinary way, but because of the memories attached to it,” looking up at him, “it’s the one I painted the day I met you.”
“Yeah, I remember seeing you, arms full of sunflowers,” he reminisced, studying the warm strokes of paint, “you looked like the walking personification of light. I quite literally lost my breath,” he then looked back at you, “still do.”
You were about to pull on his tie so that you could give him a kiss, but a booming voice caught your ears and sent a shiver down your spine.
“-oh, yes, that little thing? She’d be nothing without me, you see.”
The sound made hundreds of repressed memories start to resurface, trying their best to see the light of day. Your heartbeat quickly turned into a hummingbird and your breathing followed suit.
Alarm was written all over Spencer’s face as he lowered himself a bit and held on to you, “what’s wrong?”
All you could do was stand there, frozen, and wildly stare into his eyes.
Coming around the corner, surrounded by a group of people, the balding man caught sight of you, “oh, you are here, what a surprise!”
Turning around, Spencer kept holding onto you in a protective manner. Fuck. Why on earth was he here? How did he find out about it? Why the fuck was he here?
“I wasn’t aware that was something you could be capable of. And you made a friend, or is he just a nurse or something?”
When Spencer noticed that you weren’t answering, he quipped up himself, “no, I’m her boyfriend-“
Cutting him off, he bellowed, “boyfriend? Yeah right. Sir, you don’t have to feel sorry for this little girl. Why don’t you go out and find a real woman? We all know my niece doesn’t meet those requirements.” 
“Excuse me?”
“Or is it because you have some fetish for that sort of thing? You like them slow, huh?”
Spencer didn’t even know how to answer that, just stood there, tight-lipped and completely gobsmacked. Even if he knew exactly what to say, he didn’t get the chance, your uncle Richard was like a tornado.
“And just where is my thanks? Did I get an invitation? No! Me! I am the only reason you somewhat resemble an ounce of someone passable. If it wasn’t for me, you would have been nothing, no one. I took you two in out of the good of my own heart and what do I get? Not a single thing. Tell me, do I have to put you over my knee again, right here in front of all of these people for your retarded little brain to understand?”
Clutching onto one of your hands, he stepped in front of you and roared, “how fucking dare you say something like that?”
“I’ll say whatever I want, boy,” Richard spat out, “and it isn’t you I’m talking to, it’s Y/n,” catching your eye, he laughed, “oh, you can’t speak, huh? Can’t fucking do anything, you useless little thing.”
Tears were streaming down your face, and you felt like you were gonna pass out. Seeing Spencer clench his other fist, you feared that he was about to punch him, but before you could find out, Stevie came rushing in between the two men.
“Okay, alright, Richard, back off,” they hissed, then turned to Spencer, “I am aware that you are a big scary FBI man, but this isn’t your problem. Please take my sister home, take care of her and let me take care of this,” they said sternly and then turned back to their uncle.
“Well, if it isn’t Stevie.”
“Richard, I greatly advise you to stop talking immediately,” they said, trying to sound calm, almost as if they were talking to a small brat.
“No, no, you don’t get to tell me what to do, I’m-“
“No! you don’t get to talk to anyone in that way and especially my little sister. I am well aware of the fiend you are, but just because you sadly have these terrible opinions doesn’t mean you get to share them-“
You didn’t get to hear any more of Stevie’s rant as Spencer had ushered you out and closed the door behind you. You didn’t even register that you’d moved until you were out on the street again. Holding a tight grip on you, helping you to the car, he made sure you didn’t lose your balance. Once you reached it, he opened the car door for you and gently helped you sit down, moving you almost like a doll. Quietly closing it behind you, he soon entered on the driver’s side. Grabbing a hold of both your hands, he commented, “god, you’re freezing,” then shrugged off his suit jacket and enveloped you in it, “here.”
Trying his best to catch your glossed-over eyes with his, he promised, “20 minutes, and then we’ll be home, okay?”
You tried to answer him, to nod, anything, but you couldn’t. Just sat there, tensing and hyperventilating. It only got a little better during the ride home, or your breathing did, ever so slightly, but your body was still not getting the message that the danger was over. 
When you returned home, the walk up the stairs was so slow that a snail could have won the raise. Spencer didn’t seem to mind the pace, he didn’t say anything either, just stood there, purposely making his own breathing clear enough for you to hear and try to copy. 
Once you made it inside, you just stood there like a zombie, tears still slowly rolling down your face. Walking over to get a chair from the dinner table, he brought it to you and cautiously sat you down on it. One by one, he took off your pretty shoes, almost making you feel like a reverse Cinderella. 
Your eyes couldn’t focus on anything really. The only thing that seemed somewhat clear was the hardwood floors, the swirls and dots all around it. Keeping your eyes locked on it, he helped you up and out into the bathroom where he promptly sat you down again. 
After a bit of rustling in a cabinet, he came closer to your face with a wet cotton pad. Gently tugging your hair back behind your ears, he whispered, “close your eyes.”
When you did, a few heavy tears rolled down your cheeks.
Even though you knew what he was about to do, you still jumped ever so slightly when you felt the cool cotton swap gently sweep over your face. When he stopped, you fluttered your eyes open again. Looking up at him, mid toothpaste application to your blue toothbrush, he caught your eye and asked gently, “do you want some help?”
Turning your palm up to him as an answer, he gave it to you and watched as you very slowly brushed all of your teeth. In the meantime, he brushed his own, removed the contacts he was wearing, put on his glasses and when you’d finished, he helped you up to spit the excise out into the sink. Laying the toothbrush down, you looked into the mirror to see him standing behind you. Gently running his fingers through your hair before fishing out a hair tie and putting your mane in a low ponytail. 
Catching his eye in the reflection, his lip trembled ever so slightly, “let’s go to bed.”
Nodding just the slightest, you slowly stumbled off to the bedroom, stopping in the middle of the room. Turning to see him, with a glass of water in hand, he swiftly set it down on one of the nightstands. 
Turning to see you just standing there, he inched closer and asked, “can I help you?”
Nodding, you watched him open a drawer and pick out one of his soft t-shirts that you’d grown so fond of sleeping in. Dropping it onto the edge of the bed, he moved to slowly pull down the zipper of your dress. Once it was all the way down, he pushed the straps off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor. 
The neckline hadn’t lent itself to being able to wear a bra with it, so you were now left in just your underwear. Normally he would have a very different reaction when seeing you this exposed, but he didn’t for a second look at you in that way. 
Picking up the shirt, he cautiously stretched it out so that it could easily slip over your head. Fishing your arms through, he lastly pulled it down to cover you completely. 
With both of his hands in yours, he helped you to sit down on the edge of the mattress. Not noticing before that he had also procured this item, he conjured a pair of thick socks and kneeled down in front of you. 
Slowly, he put them on your cold feet, and then looked up at you with glossy eyes. He was still in his suit, or most of it at least. A few of his waves had fallen over his eye, so you gently pushed it out of the way. As you did, you saw him exhale shakily, trying his best to keep it together. 
You wanted to tell him that it was okay, he had every right to feel everything as well. You wanted to tell him how sorry you were and just how much you loved him, but when you opened your lips, nothing came out. 
Holding onto his cheek, you tried over and over again, but with no success. A few fresh tears rolled down your face as he muttered, “it’s okay, it’s okay. I know,” seeing a few tears escape his eyes as well, he placed his palm above your hand on his cheek, he continued, “I know, I know. I love you so much.”
Squeezing your eyes shut you nodded hard as if to say that you loved him too. 
His voice was small and shaky, the emotion ringing clear, “I’m so sorry that he said that,” running his hand down your arm, he made you look at him as he told you, “you are not useless, you hear me? You are the strongest, bravest, most remarkable woman I’ve ever met. I promise you, that I will do everything in my power, for the rest of my life to make sure that you will never run into him again and that you never forget just how wrong he is.”
Before he could say anything more, you slumped down on the floor and pulled him into a tight hug. Feeling his body shake as he let go, he kept on whispering into your hair that he loved you.
You both just sat there, sobbing in each other’s arms for a good 10 minutes. You were so exhausted that you almost fell asleep right then and there.
Like a ragdoll, Spencer picked you up and helped you to bed. Tugging you in, his eyes didn’t leave your half-open ones as he peeled off the remanding of his suit, not caring where the pieces fell. 
Crawling in behind you, you immediately seized his arm and wrapped it around you, pulling him as close to you as possible. 
As you drifted off to sleep, you kept on hearing his sporadic love confessions whispered in your ear and every time until you fell asleep, you’d give his arm a light squeeze in return.
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thatspookyagent · 1 year
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Dating Inumaki Toge (Black!GN!Reader) would include…
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Warnings: Literally nothing but tooth rooting fluff lmao
a/n: Greetings to anyone who stumbles along this fic and decides to read it! This is my first time writing for the JJK universe and I hope that y’all enjoy! Side note: These headcanons are long cause I got carried away writing for my favorite JJK character and one of my favorite anime characters of all time. So please excuse the ramblings and infodumping style headcanons lmao. Expect more from me that has to do with JJK especially when it comes to Inumaki content. Also smol heads up, I low-key wrote this with a darker skinned!reader and 4type hair!reader in mind unapologetically so oop!! Anyways please have a fun time reading this and remember to reblog it if you ended up enjoying it! :))
If you want to be tagged in any of my content, don’t be afraid to tell me via my ask box or through messages! Just remember to be clear about what specific kinds of content, characters, and fandoms you want me to tag you in or if you want to be put on my general tag list! I’m always looking to add more people and I’d be more than happy to add you (if you wish)! :3
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Where to start with Inumaki, how about imagining the softest & most wholesome relationship that you possibly can that transcends words and in fact doesn’t need them in order for your relationship with him to function or feel complete/valid
Your relationship together functions a lot on both the little things in life but also the little gestures in life that convey things that most words (or signs) cannot
Not that signing or speaking is any less valuable, Inumaki is more than willing to teach you some Japanese Sign Language
Though you’ve got the food language down pat
No really Inumaki will reply with rice ball ingredients and you’ll dissect what he’s saying better than a world renowned English professor
This fascinates literally everyone that y’all come across, hell even for as long as Maki and Panda have known and come to understand and decipher what Inumaki says, they’re still in awe at how you read and communicate with him
You swear that it’s all in the eyes and it really is
Toge doesn't really hold back emotions or suppress his thoughts about something around anyone in general so that helped with understanding him immensely
You’ve come to be able read every little crease and fold that Inumaki’s face will make within various moods like tea leaves
At times you even know his mood better than he does and vice versa
For as much as you’ve learned about him, he’s made sure that he’s done his due diligence and done the same for you
For some people that would frighten them because it means no longer being able to really hide certain parts of yourself or certain emotions during tough times
However the two of you welcome this intimacy and vulnerability, though it of course took sometime and learning
Especially when it came to recognizing and accepting that physical touch would be a main form of communicating between the both of you
Goodnight kisses are often animal kisses, which holds a lot of meaning for Toge since he has to let his high collar down in order for you two to touch and rub noses together
It was an incredibly nervous and anxious moment for him when you suggested animal kisses as a form of affection for the first time
To make him feel better you asked him to close his eyes and by the end it left him wanting more
Which he gladly stole from you cause he’s That Guy™
Whenever you want some attention from Toge, you like to hold your hands out, palms facing upwards, and then allow him to come to you and proceed to settle his palms on top of yours
This gesture along with the touching of foreheads is such a frequent occurrence from you both
Expect Toge to always initiate forehead touches with you whenever you and him have to split up for a mission
These touches linger much longer than normal, and even have an added nuzzle in them
At times he'll close his eyes as if to relish and store the moment inside his stash of memories of you but also secretly wish you good luck internally
If you hold this boy's head with both of your hands while doing so he will melt on a nuclear scale :"
Honestly discussing which forms of intimacy to try out or implement usually happen over text, especially at later hours within the day
You love to huddle underneath the covers and just text away to Inumaki about anything and everything with only the screen of your phone to light up your room
He’s a pretty insight and thoughtful guy, regardless of how he personally chooses to express that
That thoughtfulness really shines when one day he requests to start helping you do your hair
If you have longer natural hair, he’ll watch tentatively and take notice of how much maintenance it requires
This also goes for any protective styles that you put your hair in that require work or any weaves that you use and maintain
Hell even if you have short ass hair, he will take note of how you care for it and yearn to aid you in doing so
Also does not mind if you just walk out the door with you hair in its natural shrunken state
So yeah from weaves to waves, this man will absolutely learn all that he can in order to make your hair care time run smoother
Feel like he’s the type to really be able to express how he doesn’t have the words to describe how much he’s in awe when your melanin shines in natural sunlight
Whenever you two are in public, he will unapologetically stare at your hands especially when he holds him
He does this thing were he’ll lift up your hand and try to get the sunlight to hit it at just the right angles
Gets routinely lost in thought whenever you’re around him and in broad daylight because he is yet again admiring your skin tone
Will try to collect and buy accessory items that he thinks best compliments it
Speaking of accessory items, he does enjoy crafting you little trinkets and baubles for you to either wear or just keep around you
If you make him something he’ll honestly short circuit, like no really Toge has left the chat that is life!
Will keep that item on him at all times, whether it be visible or not, he just prioritizes how it makes him feel to wear it and know who made it and gave it to him
Loves to look at and caress it before he goes to bed and after he wakes up in the morning
He'll want more stuff for decoration and what not for his room so that he'll have items that you have made and remind him of you in his personal space
Also I forgot to mention, you and Inumaki also speak through hugging
No really like whenever you two hug in public or just in front of other people, when you and him pull apart, you’ll reply to whatever his hug was meant to convey
Like you and Toge are having a full blown conversation with hugs and no spoken or signed word and it will make jaws drop
Certain squeezes in certain areas for a certain time all have their own little individual messages within the nuances of the actions
Sometimes it’s obvious to everyone what Toge means to tell you or vice versa cause there’s a chance that he might not ever see you again and is making sure that if this is the last time that he’ll ever hug you, you best know loud and clear what he’s trying to get across to you in that moment
But there’s also touches for less intense moments that are just meant to be cute and endearing and not really read deeply into as well
Like whenever you boop Toge’s nose or poke his side playfully, it’s pretty much a form of playful banter between you two but without spoken word
I feel like I’ve been talking about mainly touch or non verbal communication a lot so onto some headcanons that don’t revolve around that lmao
I feel like Toge and his partner would be two incredibly mischievous people or at least Toge would convince his partner into partaking in some shenanigans every once in a while
Like they’re two little shits in a pod but nobody ever sees them coming, guesses that it was them, or believes others when people call them out sksks
Being a little shit with Toge includes pulling light pranks, annoying people with your excellent sense of understanding between one another, and photobombing anyone and everyone
Like no y’all will do this thing that’s almost like a skit where you and him just talk back and forth in rice ball ingredients and you’ll catch and understand literally everything that he’s saying but others can NOT understand the both of you and it drives them MAD
You've undoubtedly pissed off both Maki and Megumi the most with your antics while giving Itadori brain rot whiplash cause that boy isn't smart enough to understand you two and takes the conversations way too seriously
Also for the photobombing people, you have formations and plans for those moments and it’s almost like you two choreographed photobomb poses n stuff
[Cue the Formation B line that Gojo says but its you saying it and rushing alongside Toge to jump into camera view of someone’s family vacation photo
Some people don’t mind or care, others join in on the fun, while some have some color words to exchange with you and Toge lmao
Also feel like Inumaki is a pretty good gamer so despite your personal skill level, he will always be down to chill and play something that the two of you can really get into together
Oh and if you know how to play a musical instrument, Toge will jump to organize a little jam session with you before you can even blink
Expect there to also be movie nights and show binge watching with Toge as well, like you have not LIVED till you have seen this man scream OKAKA !!! at the TV cause a show ended on a cliffhanger after being cancelled
Eventually you join in on yelling rice ball ingredients at TV screens while also throwing popcorn cause screw shows ending on cliffhangers permanently
You and him absolutely share playlists and watchlists of any kind together
Whatever you listen to will get absorbed into whatever Toge listens to, and he’ll play your favs whenever he’s thinking about you or about to walk out the door to start his daily training
If he catches you listening to what he likes to listen to personally or songs he’s recommended you based on your own personal taste, expect him to bring that up and how happy it makes him during your daily midnight texting convos with each other
Music is a bit of a key part within your relationship with him cause it expresses another form of intimacy between you and him that can sometimes incorporate words or not
It symbolizes and mirrors a ton of similarities within your relationship while being a way to communicate non verbally with one another while embracing so many complex emotions, all at the same time
This is the main reason why he steals you away to slow dance to something playfully or just bask in some tunes that either you or him found and shared with each other
For him he never wants the music to stop, he wants what the two of you have to persist and stay closely intertwined with one another
No matter what tune or melody is currently playing in your life, as long as he has you for a dancing partner, he’ll face the dance floor with you on it by his side 
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oysterdelite · 19 days
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hello sir, i honestly found ur blog thru a really nice horny post (gotta draft insane tags because waow) and rushed to your blog to follow and maybe even put more of your posts on my sideblog
but your latest post, the longer one about how u feel not really cares for in your own space really stopped me in my tracks
like i know you said in your intro and even in ur post that you're still welcoming subs to leave messages in your asks and even dms, but idk, just having my first interaction with your blog be a full on kittyboy sub hornydump felt really shitty
I'm really sorry u experienced uncomfortable or weird or creepy subs on here, leaving shit you don't want to engage and not caring about doms and tops, nor aftercare for them, i wish u only had interactions from subs n bottoms properly respecting others, although it's not really something on me or u or anyone other than them ehhh
sorry about getting rambly, I'm just sorry u have to deal with that, i wish i could do something to make u feel better or just less shitty, u seem really cool, outside of the kink space too (from ur intro)
i know this ask is way too long and mostly not really in the proper tone for an anon ask on a kink horny blog on tumblr, i don't expect you to answer it or even read it fully tbh i guess i just wanted to let u know that even tho i just found your blog properly, and not thru random reblogs from other, even tho we never interacted, i appreciate you as a top and person outside of kink horny stuff too? and i think u deserve better than creepy guys not even caring about aftercare or basic respect
can't really send asks from my kink sideblog, so ig I'll just sign it woth good old anon emoji hihi
Holy 🪽 (he/him)
Thank you for that! I really appreciate it :]
Honestly that post wasn’t from a place of “you guys suck and should be ashamed” but truly from a place of hope that kink spaces and kink blogs can be comfortable for everyone! I’ve curated this space in a particular way, and I’m very lucky that I have the option to not respond to certain asks or delete dms or not interact with blogs that say off putting things.
It’s hard to exist in a kink space as a dom or a sub because sadly, as with anything in life, there will be people who don’t act with comportment and are unable or unwilling to follow the etiquette laid out.
I cherish and enjoy a solid 98% of interactions that I have with people on this blog! But I think it’s also important to be transparent about my experiences. I know that there are other doms and tops out there just like me who are harassed or who are put in positions that are uncomfortable. It is my hope that speaking about what it’s like to be on the other end of that will allow us all the understanding that while we operate in different roles- we still have the same flesh and blood and sinew coursing through us. The same feelings that can get hurt. The same hope that we are respected and enjoyed not for what we’re offering or for our bodies or roles but simply because people enjoy the content we make and may also enjoy who we are.
I’m not going into this with the unrealistic expectation that everyone that reblogs my post wants to know more about me as a person. Hell, I reblog a bunch of posts from blogs that I never see again!
I enjoy being a kink blog, I enjoy the content I make, I enjoy the people I talk to, I enjoy the asks, the dms, (I enjoy the attention a hell of a lot lmao!) And I also enjoy the rules and limits that I have placed. I enjoy my personal space. I enjoy feeling safe. These things can coexist and should coexist.
And y’know what. I’m not angry at the people who are weird. Maybe it was a horny brain-addled misjudgment!
But kink spaces should be safe for everyone, and the more I talk about proper etiquette with doms and tops- the more bottoms and subs that follow me are able to understand our perspective and see us as human beings :]
Thank you for your ask, I appreciate it! And I appreciate you!
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trust-sancus · 4 months
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NO LONGER ACTIVE
This has been on my mind for a while, but I’ve finally come to the conclusion that it’s best I step back from the tmnt fandom.
I knew going into it and making videos on tiktok would lead to an unhealthy obsession with creating and engaging in fandom content, to the point that I’d completely neglect my original art and other matters in my life. But I did so anyway for the momentary satisfaction that fandom brings.
But in truth, it has been eating at me that I am unable to focus my time nor energy toward my original work, and now it dawns on me that nearly an entire year has passed & that is a lot of time that has been wasted. Yes, it was fun, and I’m glad my work was able to bring some enjoyment to others, and that I was able to enjoy others’ work as well…..but ultimately, it has kept me trapped in place in terms of where I want to be in life.
I need to get back to creating original artwork, so I can build my business and really start toward the life/future I want.
I’ll always have a love for tmnt; that much is clear. I mean, I’ve loved them for the better part of 28 years, so I know they’ll always be a special interest of mine. But I need to keep that love contained, for my own sake, and not spend my time interacting as much with the fandom as I have been.
Not that I don’t care for you guys (you’ve been awesome tbh). It’s just that I lack the ability to focus my energy toward two things at once, and in this case, my dreams, my career, and my future livelihood have to come first. Sorry if this is a disappointment to anyone.
I really did want to create a comic for my tmnt iteration. Maybe someday I will, once I am further along with building my business. But really, I know that’s likely wishful thinking & it would be better to put my time toward original comics rather than fan comics, if I am to do any at all.
I might still draw my turtles on occasion and post them here (no promises though). And I will probably check in to maybe look at fanart occasionally. I may also randomly update my current fanfics, if only because I sometimes use writing as an outlet. But aside from that, I will no longer be very active on here, so please do not expect any prompt replies should you message me or tag me in anything.
The tmnt fan iteration blog still has a bit more scheduled, but I probably won’t reblog anything else there once it catches up, as I won’t be on here enough to look for new iteration posts.
Kudos to anyone who has actually read all of this. Sorry I tend to ramble. Didn’t want to leave any unanswered questions. Sorry if this all seems pretty sudden (it’s been a long time coming for me).
Thanks for being cool, and I wish y’all the best.
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cyber-neptune · 5 months
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11pm fem Megatron ramble post (sorta vent ish)
I project a lot of personal things onto characters that I like/find comfort in and Megatron just happen to be that character. Be it random trauma or mental illnesses, I like throwing it on Megs like one of those sticky hands. Always had difficulty explaining and processing a lot of emotions and personal stuff so it’s a great way to explain and understand things for me.
One of those things that I struggle with is my gender identity. I’m a genderfluid AFAB person and I’ve struggled trying to fit into what society deems “masculine” and “gender noncomforming”. Even being “feminine” is hard.
I know I should get this worked up over those things but it’s just hard. Feeling like no matter how I dress and act, I feel like a fraud.
I don’t mind trying to talk about it to people but It’s like I’m choking and suffocating on my words and my hands just got numb when I try to type about it and it all comes out like a nonsensical mess of letters. I also have difficulty with my self worth, always feeling like my problems are so small and insignificant, I end up just keeping quiet so I don’t “”bother”” anyone.
Started off topic af but anyway, I used to make jokes about Megatron being a girl/being feminine because it was like me trying and sometimes failing to appear more Masculine/gender neutral. In the end it’s like I was creating something I could “share” my troubles with without feeling like I’m bothering people.
There’s something about the way I’m headcanoning (is this a word??? It’s too late for this fhdj) Megatron as struggling to be seen by others as a girl/feminine, it’s kinda due to the way I look about which characters some people headcanon as “feminine” (Star.scream, Opt.imus, Sou.dw.ave, Knoc.kout, bumbl.ebee and many others). The way people draw/write them is, ig, interesting to me because it’s like they can accept almost every character as being girls/feminine except Megatron.
In a way this kinda led me to project more of my issues with my gender identity on Megatron. The feeling that no matter what I do, I’ll always be seen as something I’m not/not entirely and that I could never manage to be up to others expectation of what I “”should be””.
I’m thinking about other stuff so I’ll probably leave it at that and ig make an update or respond to shit in replies/reblogs, I’m too tired hfjdsj
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solojihyo · 1 year
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so at the end of november, i hit 1k. and i’m honestly astonished - i never expected to hit 500 followers this year, let alone 1k, and i find it crazy that over 1k of you have chosen to follow me despite the little time this blog has been active. if i was allowed to, i would ramble forever, so i'm going to try and keep this short. but i just wanted to say that i'm so incredibly grateful for everyone who’s been supportive of me and my content: my followers, my mutuals, and especially my friends. i love you all so much.
to celebrate this milestone, and as a way to give back to you all, i've decided to create a tracking tag <3 i will be tracking #isaishi! the tag comes from a combination of isai and hoshi. none of my other ults' names worked as well (#isaihyo, #isaijin, and #isaizuha), so it wasn't hard to pick lol. anyone can use the tag, and you can tag me in visual kpop content for any groups/soloists! you can find additional information here.
finally, i want to tag some mutuals, old and new, who i want to thank for being so kind, welcoming, and supportive. i appreciate you all so much <3 thank you for being here.
@talkthatalk / @kimsmingyu / @sahyoz / @antifraqile / @jeonwonwoo / @mingyuskim / @twoset / @joshuas / @sanayeon / @korimi4 / @woozi / @junranghae / @isachaes / @wonjinist / @dokyeomblr / @hansolz / @injunnies / @wonwooridul / @wujugirlz / @lisanamjoon / @97-liners / @seungkwan-s / @dahhyuns / @woosanhui / @iive / @wonubit / @dahyun / @scoups / @woozification / @choiyeonjuns / @kinohohoho / @yoojimz / @loserline / @soolucky / @lesseraive / @seunievrse / @mandu / @ryudaeng / @lesserafimz / @lserlver / @keppie / @soonhoonsol / @aceofvernons / @suhyeos / @chocolatkpopidols / @junsol / @chanonara / @lenteur / @bravegirlss / @lixblr
(no one is obligated to reblog this post! i also tried to tag as many people as i remembered, but i apologize if i’ve forgotten someone, and i also ran into the 50 tag limit lol. i appreciate everyone who supports this blog, regardless of whether you've been tagged here <3)
once again, thank you all! words don’t describe how much all your support means to me. i’m still fairly new to gifmaking, but seeing all the progress this blog has made (as well as my own creations) makes me so happy. i look forward to celebrating more milestones together in the future!
all my love, isai 💖
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octagledestroyer · 11 months
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Good Omens Episode 2
Ok so first of all
...that first post blew up. Or at any rate it’s become more popular than any post I’ve ever made before so THANK YOU to my new followers and everyone who liked or reblogged it! 
I start the episode and the first people I see are Gabriel and Sandalphon- what an encouraging opening.
Also, forgot to mention yesterday but Aziraphale’s bookstore is a LOT bigger than I had imagined and I want to live there. 
Gabriel’s so friggin oblivious he has absolutely no idea what pornography is and I am cacklingggg
that side-eye from the other guy in the shop
“You can’t have a war without War” ah yes very clever. 
oooh I love Crowley’s flat. Wouldn’t want to live there, but it’s cool. 
the red-haired chick is War, isn’t she. Oh, yeah, here come the guns. 
I still don’t get the theme song, but I like the music
Agnes’ letter to the milk-man is so matter of fact
oh no, she cured people of diseases and thinks running is good for you, she must be a horrible satanic person
gonna be honest, this isn’t how I expected Agnes to look. I didn’t have a specific idea, mind you, this just isn’t it
well I wasn’t expecting THAT. I don’t think Mr. Adultery did either
pppft she wrote a prophecy about a phone company. Stocks 101 with Agnes Nutter. 
aaaand of course I haven’t been pronouncing Anathema right either. See kids, this is why you watch the show first. 
oohhhh cool, Agnes’ descendant and Thou-Shalt-Not-Commit-Adultery’s descendant end up together. Hm. Well, at least I got Newton right. 
Oh Newton, you poor boy. Also Anathema’s hilarious and hot. 
whoa Anathema’s cottage is cute
“I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.” How did they get the plants to tremble like that?
Poor Newton’s so confused and flusteredddd. I don’t like anyone that way but I just want to protect him. 
Now I’m starting to think Mr Thou-Shalt-Not-Commit-Adultery Pulsifer might not have had that strange of a name for a witchhunter 
“You’ve lost the boy-” “WE’VE lost the boy.” “A-a child has been lost” nice use of the passive there
Did Brian just BITE his ice cream? Who BITES their ice cream?
I love the introductions, although Brian’s shirt and face are sending chills down my spine
Does this happen a lot? Aziraphale makes some grand speech on philosophy and theology and then Crowley just slices through it with logic?
pppft Anathema’s so concerned about their game she’s like “Inquisition? TORTURE?” and its a tire swing
She’s looking so hard for the AntiChrist and he’s right there 
That is a TERRIBLE parking job and as a permit-holder it is making me            c r i n g e 
He’s so obvious trying to get Crowley to get the stain off his coat 
Lol Norman with his tie around his- oh. Wait, no, I read about this, those guns don’t actually kill, right? ...right?
Right. Oh, he’s gonna call him nice, isn’t he? And then we’ll have the classic pinned-to-the-wall scene. 
“This is because most books on witchcraft are written by men.” If that isn’t the truth... 
oh my god it would have broken her armmmmm also they act exACTly like an old married couple 
“Open thine eyes and read, foolish principalite, for thy cocoa doth grow cold” how very useful. No sarcasm here, for once. 
Literally I want Aziraphale to look that shocked all of the time it’s fanTAStic
Alright, that’s the end of Episode 2 and my ramblings which people seem (for some reason) to be interested in. The next post should probably be coming out sometime tomorrow. 
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