#and a direct effect of that was more muscle mass

[just-barely-awake-thoughts]

I wonder how much overlap there is between people who are unable to drive a car due to disability and people who can ride a horse for transportation instead

#just barely awake thoughts #jbat #oh im absolutely going to be taking full advantage of this overlap in myself #i've been wanting to move somewhere more rural anyways #im going full farmer #ASDFGFFADS #i just realized something #when i was in middle school i was doing weight training #and a direct effect of that was more muscle mass #and i got more toned in general #and so when pictures rolled around #of course i was low-key muscular #in that subtle way that fatter people tend to be #and for some odd reason #they decided that the pose for us was to cross our arms #and because im hella autistic and care far more about comfort and convienience #than fashion #(although i will say that i now also care about being an eccentric little shit for maximum fruitiness) #so im in overalls #AND! AND a PLAID SHIRT #LIKE THE KIND YOU'D PUT ON A SCARECROW #OR THE KIND A FARMER WOULD WEAR #and my EXACT WORDS when i got the photos back #were #AND I QUOTE #'i look like a buff farmer' #THE PROPHECY HAS BEEN REALIZED #im more of a prophet than that fuckin russel m nelson guy lmao #just had no idea #(ik confirmation bias is a thing or whatever it is but this literally isn't the first time esp shit type stuff has happened so let me joke)

[pumperpup]

In the whimsical town of Eldermoor, two wizards, Alaric and Balthazar, found themselves embroiled in a peculiar debate. Alaric, with his flowing silver beard and starry cloak, staunchly believed that the most effective mass-increasing spell for a creature was one that augmented muscle. "Muscles are the essence of strength and vitality!" he proclaimed.

Balthazar, clad in a robe adorned with moon crescents and sporting a hat that always seemed too big for his head, argued in favor of fat. "Fat is essential for energy storage and survival!" he retorted, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

Their debate grew more animated, drawing a crowd of amused townsfolk and curious magical beings. Finally, Alaric proposed a competition. "Let's test our theories. We shall cast our spells on each other and see whose method is superior!"

They agreed, and the challenge began in the town square. Alaric chanted first, directing his spell at Balthazar. Instantly, Balthazar's arms and chest began to swell with bulging muscles, transforming him into a figure of Herculean strength. The crowd gasped in amazement at his new, brawny form.

Then came Balthazar's turn. With a sly grin, he recited his spell, targeting Alaric. Alaric's body began to round with layers of fat, expanding outward, his cloak straining at the seams. He grew larger and rounder, taking on the appearance of a jolly, oversized wizard.

The competition escalated as each wizard cast their spells repeatedly, Balthazar growing more muscular and Alaric more rotund. The crowd's laughter and cheers filled the air, as the wizards' sizes became increasingly absurd.

Finally, Alaric, now immensely large, could hardly move. "I yield!" he declared, his voice muffled by his new, voluminous form. Balthazar, barely able to lift his massively muscular arms in victory, was declared the winner.

#ai #bodybuilder #ai generated #bellyinflation #muscle art #mpreg #mpreg belly #mpreg kink #musclegrowth #gay muscle men #muscles #muscle inflation #muscle morph #male muscle growth #muscle expansion

[wanderinginksplot]

Commander Stone + "Let's hear your side of the story"

Commander Stone x gn!reader (no use of 'y/n' and no pronouns). Romantic.

Word Count: 2,700

Warnings: an overexcited massiff and some minor awkwardness.

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Your arm was starting to go numb. 

It wasn’t unusual for this type of situation, but it did mean that you would have to wrap things up soon. There was only so long your muscles could withstand that level of strain before you would end up feeling the effect. 

“Mo, down!” you ordered, putting as much authority into the command as you could muster. Your massiff - still young enough to have the energy level of a puppy with the muscle mass of a fully-grown adult - fell back on his haunches and retreated to your side. He panted up at you, displaying every ivory tooth he possessed. 

“No use in acting sweet now,” you informed him. “Not after you tried to get in that waste bin. There’s nothing in there for you.”

Mo tipped his head to the side and you had to fight against the urge to pat his giant, dumb head. He was cute, but you didn’t want to reward bad behavior.

Besides, that head - and the rest of him - really wasn’t dumb at all. Massiffs were notoriously smart, and Mo was no exception. He liked to pretend he had no idea what was going on, but there was always a reason behind what he did. 

In any case, your sternness hadn’t been stern enough, because Mo leaned his head against your thigh and stared adoringly up at you. You lasted until his purple tongue lolled out from his jaw, but then it was just too cute.

You sighed and scratched Mo’s head while his hindquarters wiggled in pleasure. “You’re hungry, aren’t you?” 

As if to reinforce your theory that he was smarter than he let on, Mo gave a little whine and panted up at you. 

“I know, buddy,” you soothed. “We’re on our way home, I promise.”

Mo followed eagerly when you started back toward your small apartment. Massiffs were on the larger end of apartment-dwelling animals, solidly built with more muscle than most humanoids. 

That was helpful in situations such as this, because there was simply no way you would be able to force Mo in a direction he didn’t like. 

Mo - apparently deciding to display psychic abilities previously unknown among massiffs - must have read your mind, because he bolted in a direction that was definitely not the one in which you wanted to go. And since you had looped the leash around your hand and all the way up your forearm, you were along for the ride.

Sprinting behind your massiff wasn’t a dignified way to travel through Coruscant, but you couldn’t deny that it was effective. Passers-by mostly dove out of your way, though a few did try to snag Mo’s collar and help you. You could have told them there was no use - catching his collar would only lead to two people being towed behind the excited massiff. As you ran, you worked at the length of leash that held you captive.

After you rounded a corner toward the government sector of Coronet City, you had just a moment to recognize that there was a Coruscant Guard trooper on the sidewalk ahead of you. He had stopped, crimson-painted helmet aimed at you and Mo in apparent curiosity.

“Watch out!” you called as you approached at full speed. 

The trooper backed toward the building he was standing beside, but Mo altered course and continued directly toward him. You recognized what was going to happen and continued working to detangle the leash that locked you to the massiff. It was no use. When Mo hit the plastoid-armored figure, you fell with both of them. 

“I’m sorry, really,” you apologized frantically. “He’s harmless, just excited. Give me a second and I’ll get him under control. Sorry, please-”

“It’s okay,” the man told you, the pleasant rumble of his voice augmented by the speakers of his helmet. It was a good thing, too, since Mo’s rough tongue was rasping over the plastoid of the trooper’s chest and it made hearing him difficult.

You relaxed slightly at the Guardsman’s assurance. When someone saw an overexcited massiff, they tended to assume the worst. You were hyper-aware of the blaster at the man’s waist. Shooting an animal would be an overreaction, but one moment of panic…

With the buzz of fear receding from your chest, you managed to get your feet under you. When that was accomplished, you pulled sharply at Mo’s lead and coupled it with a command: “Mo, back.”

The massiff pulled a final time with a beseeching look at you, but gave up at your implacable face. He gave a dissatisfied huff and sat back on his haunches, planting his weight on your right foot. 

You swiveled around him, offering your free hand to the trooper. That helmet was aimed at you once more, though he didn’t say anything. “Let me help you up.”

“I’m too heavy,” he eventually told you. 

“I’m well anchored,” you countered, gesturing to Mo and his place on your foot. With a wiggle of your fingers, you said, “Come on.”

The trooper wrapped a gloved hand around yours and pulled. Admittedly, he was pretty heavy, but not impossible - especially when compared to an excitable massiff. 

When the poor man was on his feet, you apologized again. “I really am sorry about that. I don’t know why he was being so bad.”

Mo whined, settling more heavily on your foot. “Yes, Mo, I’m talking about you. You were very bad.”

“Hang on a minute,” the trooper said, reaching up to remove his helmet. When you could see him clearly, you were struck by tanned skin and a strong nose. His hair was cut short, but not short enough to hide the way it would curl if given the opportunity to grow long enough. Most importantly, his eyes were kind and his mouth told of a man who liked to smile more than frown. 

Those kind eyes slid to study Mo. “Everyone should get a chance to give an explanation.”

You hesitated, trying to understand. “Even massiffs?”

“Especially massiffs,” he told you. He knelt to fix Mo with a stern look. “Okay, let’s hear your side of the story.”

Mo parted his jaws to pant at the man, giving a loud grumble as his tongue curled. 

The Guardsman nodded gravely, glancing up at you. “He makes a convincing argument.”

“He is studying to be a lawyer,” you joked. 

“Huh, a massiff of many talents.” The trooper looked back down just in time for Mo to press his muzzle against the man’s chestplate. “Mo, is it? Great name.”

“Nickname,” you corrected automatically, exasperated with yourself a moment later. This man didn’t need to know that.

“Yeah?” he asked anyway. “What’s Mo short for?”

“Motivator Drive,” you answered, voice sheepish. The feeling only intensified when the man gave you a confused look. “He had a lot of energy as a puppy. Like most puppies, actually, but more intense. The vet and I had a joke that he could power a hyperdrive, so I named him Motivator Drive. Mo.”

The trooper chuckled at the shrug that accompanied your explanation. He stood up once more. “I’ve heard worse. Way worse, actually. Some of my brothers would probably be jealous of Mo’s name.”

“Speaking of names,” you started, hoping you weren’t about to cross some kind of line. “What’s yours?”

“Stone,” the man told you. “Commander Stone, Coruscant Guard. And you?”

You gave him your name and he smiled. “Nice to meet you. Here, let me help with this.” 

He drew your arm closer and started picking at the hopeless tangle of Mo’s leash. You watched in silence, impressed. Stone had made more progress in ten seconds than you had in a much longer time. Of course, it probably helped that you weren’t running behind Mo anymore. 

The moment you were free, Mo jumped up, planting his forepaws on Stone’s torso. 

“Mo!” you chided, though it was undermined by the way Stone laughed and scratched under the massiff’s chin. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what is up with him today. He doesn’t normally approach strangers, and he’s never this physical with them.”

“It’s my own fault,” Stone brushed off. “I stopped by the Guard’s massiff training area today. I’m probably covered with all kinds of interesting smells. In fact…”

As you and Mo watched - you with fascination and Mo with a sharp eagerness - Stone reached into a small pouch at the waist of his armor. He pulled out a treat and you tightened your grip on Mo’s lead. 

Stone held it up. “Is it okay if Mo has this?”

“Well, he has been very bad today…” you said loudly. Mo whined even louder and you relented. “Fine, I suppose he can have one treat.”

Stone tossed the treat toward Mo, who leapt up to snap it out of the air in his powerful jaws. He was already crunching happily when his paws met the ground once more.

“Were you going that way?” Stone asked, gesturing in the direction Mo had been dragging you. 

“No, actually,” you said. “Mo dragged me off course. We’re actually heading the opposite direction. Service sector.”

“Long walk,” Stone commented. “Want some company?” 

“If you have the time.” You congratulated yourself on how casual that sounded. You liked what you knew about Stone so far. Walking together would give you some time to decide whether you wanted to push your acquaintanceship further. 

“Of course,” he told you. “Besides, I have to be able to step in if Mo decides to get a little wild again.”

“I do pass a few restaurants on my way home,” you admitted. “He’s hungry, and there’s always a chance he’ll decide to try his luck at begging.”

“Well, if Mo is hungry, there’s no time to waste,” Stone decreed. He gestured in the direction of the distant service sector. “Lead on.”

You did so, retracing your steps to where you had been when Mo decided to take you on an adventure. “By any chance, is this the way you walked?”

Stone looked sheepish, but nodded. “Just a few minutes before you caught up with me. Mo has a remarkably good nose.”

“For F-O-O-D?” you asked, chuckling as you spelled out the word. “Absolutely. Anything to do with it, he’s interested in.”

“Even the word?”

“Especially the word,” you confirmed.

“The smartest massiff and he isn’t even part of the ARF department,” Stone shook his head in consternation. “And his full name is Motivator Drive.”

Mo craned his head to look back at Stone, letting out a sharp bark as if in answer.

You laughed. “That was massiff for, ‘Don’t make fun of my name’. You know, in case you aren’t fluent.”

“Apologies, Motivator Drive,” Stone said, pressing a hand to his chestplate. “No disrespect meant. Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t been recruited by the GAR yet.”

“Yet?” you echoed, lifting a brow. “I figured this was going to turn into a job offer.”

Stone just laughed, and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you walked.

“So you’re part of the ARF department?” you asked eventually. 

“No, I’m not,” Stone told you and you unintentionally did a double-take at him. You had asked the question to make conversation, never expecting to get a negative answer. Stone seemed amused by your confusion, adding, “I’m a commander.”

“I- I guess I don’t know much about how the Coruscant Guard is organized,” you admitted, wincing at your own ignorance. Admittedly, it didn’t come up very often, but it was still something you felt you should have known. 

“Oh, that’s easy!” Stone assured you. He then launched into a detailed explanation so full of titles and military slang that you could even begin to understand it. But Stone looked so earnest that you couldn’t help but try to look interested. 

In the meantime, you checked in with yourself. You liked Stone, but did you like him? Coruscant was the most densely populated planet in the known galaxy and Coronet City was incomprehensibly massive. Even if you were looking for each other, there were good odds that you and Stone wouldn’t run into each other again unless you planned to do so. 

Yes, you decided, you did like him. More than that, you trusted him. When was the last time you met someone you trusted? It had been far too long. And yet you hadn’t hesitated a moment when agreeing to - among other things - let Stone see where you lived. 

“Does that clear things up?” Stone asked. 

After you took a moment to see whether he was joking, you offered a self-deprecating smile. “Uh, not really. But I definitely understand that you’re not an ARF trooper, so that’s something.”

“Not an ARF,” he confirmed, returning your smile. 

“In that case, what were you doing with the GAR’s massiffs?”

“Well, you know better than most people that massiffs are energetic and curious,” Stone started, aiming his smile at Mo for a second before directing it back your way. “They get bored in the kennels, even with all of their toys and the focus on training exercises. We’re encouraged to stop by and spend some time with them if we can.”

“Training, toys, and attention?” You shook your head. “That sounds like massiff heaven. I feel like Mo needs something to focus on or he ends up getting destructive.”

“How does that work when you’re not home?” Stone asked. 

You shrugged. “Most of my furniture has teeth marks on it. When I’m not at my apartment, he’s alone. He does well, all things considered, but if I work late, I know I’m coming home to find at least one thing destroyed.”

“You don’t have a…” Stone hesitated and you tried not to smile. This part of a meeting was always awkward, but it seemed like Stone was at least a little interested in seeing more of you. Eventually, he settled on: “Any friends who can drop by to see him?”

“My friends all work,” you told him. “You know how it is.”

“I do,” he admitted. “But with all of the different shifts, it seems like there’s always someone in the GAR barracks.”

And there was the opening you had been hoping for. “Sounds like a difficult place to sleep. Don’t you have anywhere else to stay?”

“Of course,” Stone told you, and you struggled to keep your expression neutral. “But I doubt it would be any easier to sleep in the Guard headquarters.”

The hope rekindled in your chest. It certainly sounded as if Stone wasn’t seeing anyone. You gave a light hum. “I imagine it wouldn’t. Funny, it seems like we have opposite problems.”

“Isn’t that how it always goes?” Stone joked, nodding at another Coruscant Guard trooper you passed. 

You were getting close to the service sector, and your apartment was on the closer edge. If you were going to propose seeing Stone again, this was probably the best time. Later would make it too rushed, but you were close enough that - if he said no - any awkwardness wouldn’t last long.

“Is there any chance-”

“Do you want to hang out sometime?” 

Stone blinked at you. Dimly, you recognized that he had been in the middle of a sentence when you interrupted. You pushed aside the sheepishness and held eye contact with him as you waited for an answer.

“Would you believe me if I said I was asking the same thing?” Stone asked.

“Really?” 

He nodded. “I mean, I was going to call it a date, but I don’t mind being more casual if that’s what you want.”

“Casual with the option for a real date sounds good to me,” you told him. “Any ideas on what we should do?”

Stone thought for a moment. “Give me a day or two to work out the details, but I think I can sneak us into the massiff kennels. If you’re interested?”

“Interested in being surrounded by massiffs?” you clarified. “Incredibly.”

“Then let’s exchange comlink frequencies and I’ll let you know as soon as I have it figured out.”

Mo wasn’t happy about the delay, but you couldn’t stop smiling. Stone seemed to have the same problem.

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Author's Note - This one-shot was inspired by the person whose overly excited pit bull slipped his leash and ran at me full speed while she repeated over and over that he was friendly. Luckily, I've been around dogs often enough to know an excited dog from an angry one and caught him. We had a lovely chat and I got to pet an adorable pit bull, so it was a good time!

And I dearly love Stone! This story may have made more sense if it centered on Hound, but I figure no one can work with Hound and not learn to appreciate massiffs at least a little bit. Anyway, thanks for reading!

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[here2bbtstrash]

birthday drabble 10 - myg

@chaoticabstractism asked: 1, 79, 82, 95. You already know whom I want, but I’m still gonna say it: Min fucking yoongi

pairing: yoongi x reader, ft. literally one second of hoseok lol contains: smut!! dom husband yoongi need i say more 🥵🥵, reader is a brat and had too much tequila (not drunk just horny), minor dirty talk/teasing/ass grabbing, suggested infidelity as teasing, semi-public indecency (at the office party/in a car in the parking lot), spanking as punishment, thigh riding, a smidge of crying, squirting-ish? idk she's ~juicy summary: when you misbehave at his office party, your husband has no choice but to punish you.

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Your husband should have known better than to leave you unattended at a party with an open bar. He’s being professional about it tonight, nursing a single glass of whiskey while he schmoozes with all the fancy record label people who want a piece of him. You can hardly blame them.

But you are under no such obligation. This is not your place of work, you barely know anyone here– and frankly, you’re bored. Yoongi promised it would only be an hour at most, but it’s been nearly two.

So you’ve done a few tequila shots. There was really nothing else to do. Leaning up against the bar, you take another sip from your glass of water in an attempt to pace yourself. You don’t want to be the drunkest one in the room, but there are a gaggle of men that Yoongi sarcastically dubbed the “finance bros” who seem to have that title on lock for the night. Which, in your estimation, means you have room to get a little silly.

Just as his name enters your mind, the mass of people in the center of the room parts, and your husband steps through, eyes clearly scanning for you. Speak of the devil. As much as you love the casual version of him in t-shirts and joggers that you encounter daily, there’s something about him in a suit that really does it for you.

God, you could jump him right now. Maybe tequila was a bad choice.

Yoongi’s eyes alight on you, and you see some emotion on his face that looks like a mixture of concern and intrigue. He’s probably piecing together the fact that he just disappeared to mingle for a solid thirty minutes, and that he left you alone at the bar– and that you’re now making aggressive bedroom eyes in his direction.

When you shoot him a wink, you swear he crosses the room in three seconds.

“What are you doing?”

You look up at him innocently, trying to hide your smile. “Standing. Waiting for you. Drinking tequila.” His eyes widen at the last one. Your husband is well aware of the liquor’s effect on you– there’s a reason he chose Mexico for your honeymoon.

“How much have you had?”

“I’m fine, Yoongi.” You giggle a little despite yourself as you bring your hand up to gently cup his face. “You just look really good, that’s all.”

He sighs, giving you a few seconds to squish his cheek undisturbed before he brings his hand up to cover yours and pulls you off of him. You intertwine your fingers with his as he smooths his other hand over your hair and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry this is taking so long. There are a bunch of executives from overseas here that I didn’t account for. I promise I’m almost done.”

“Wanna do a shot with me?” You waggle your eyebrows at him, tugging on your joined hands, and you see a muscle in his jaw work.

“Nope, I’m cutting you off. I need all of your clothes to stay on in front of my coworkers, please.”

“Yoongi!” You stomp your foot like a literal child. “I’m not drunk!”

He surveys you for a moment, then nods. “You’re not. You’re horny, which is arguably worse.”

You open your mouth to argue, but he releases your hand, sliding his palm to press against the small of your back instead. You swear you can feel the heat of his touch radiate up your spine, and it feels so good you have to let your eyes flutter closed for a moment. Maybe he has a point.

“Come on,” Yoongi prompts you, and when you open your eyes again, you can see him fighting to keep a smile off his face. “Let’s do one more round so I can show off my hot wife to everyone, and then I’ll take you home.”

You beam at his compliment, finding his tie with one hand and giving the end of it a gentle tug. “And then what are you gonna do to me?”

He only quirks an eyebrow in answer, but it’s an answer you know well: Everything.

Yoongi shakes his head a little, but his smile is even more apparent now as he once again extracts himself from your grip. He presses his lips to the shell of your ear. “Now, behave.”

You allow him to guide you through various groups of his coworkers, and you do your best to smile and exchange pleasantries like you aren’t overwhelmingly turned on.

When conversations spin off into tangents full of music industry jargon, your thoughts wander to inappropriate places before you can stop them. Not that you want to. There are multiple occasions where someone says your name, clearly having just asked a question, and you have to snap back to reality and ask them to repeat it, because you were absolutely not paying attention; you were too busy thinking about getting railed by your husband. You don’t say the last part out loud.

Yoongi keeps sneaking glances at you, and whenever he notices that glazed-over look in your eyes, he keeps you in check with a gentle shoulder nudge or hip bump. You scrunch your nose up at him in frustration when he does– you don’t want to be kept in check. 

Well, you do, but not in that way.

As you stand there, trying not to go cross-eyed over an excruciating sidebar between the director of something and the head of who-gives-a-shit, you do your best to be subtle about it. You turn your head away from the group, lips floating right by Yoongi’s ear, and keep your voice low enough that only he can hear.

“I’m too wet to stand here and listen to this.”

His eyebrows nearly jump off his forehead, and you watch his gaze flit over every other person in the circle, clearly checking to make sure no one heard you. There’s a moment’s pause where you think that reaction might be all you get, and then he ducks his head and murmurs his response.

“What did you just say?”

You try to keep the evil out of your smile, beaming at him pleasantly, like you’re talking about grocery shopping or your next vacation. “You heard me.”

The hand pressed to your lower back moves in a gentle circle, but his next words are anything but. “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.”

The pet name is almost enough to make you laugh out loud, and you can’t help but press your luck. It might get you out of here faster, you reason.

“I hope you don’t, cutie.” Lightning-quick to avoid detection, you bring your hand to his ass for a firm squeeze.

Yoongi full-body flinches, enough that the important businessperson standing to his right glances over to make sure he’s okay. Your husband has fast reflexes, thankfully, because he quickly presses his mouth into his elbow, feigning a cough to cover your bad behavior.

“Excuse me,” he says politely, and it seems to be enough to avoid suspicion. The mind-numbing conversation continues without you.

“You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.” His voice is deadly serious in your ear, and you run your tongue along your back teeth as you smile up at him.

“You keep threatening me with a good time, Yoongs. Not the best tactic if you’re trying to get me to stop.”

Yoongi’s jaw twitches, but he says nothing, trying to be an obedient little worker and keep up with the discussion that you couldn’t care less about. With a frustrated sigh, you continue to glance over his shoulder, your gaze finding the gaggle of finance bros again.

They’re hovering closest to the speakers that are blasting terribly bland pop music– you’d think a music industry party would have better taste– and have clearly challenged each other to some kind of dance battle. Your head tilts slightly as you watch them, grateful for any form of entertainment, and you realize that you actually do remember one of their names.

Jung Hoseok. He and Yoongi have known each other for ages, and he’s always been sweet to you. And, damn, you did not know he could move like that.

You dip your head towards Yoongi’s ear again, more determined than ever to rile him up. “Maybe I should ask Hoseok to fuck me instead. He certainly looks like he knows what he’s doing, just look at those hips.”

You’ve never seen your husband fight harder to suppress rage in his life. Before he can come up with any sort of reply, one of the boring conversationalists pipes up. “I think I need another round. Anyone else?” You wave to indicate your disinterest while Yoongi stays stock-still, and the circle dissipates to head for the bar, leaving the two of you alone together.

You slide both of your hands up your husband’s chest, trying to act sweet, like you didn’t just discuss fucking his coworker. “Can we please leave now?”

When you look up at him through your lashes, he has a familiar dark glint in his eyes– you know what that look means, and it’s enough to have every muscle in your body tensing with the knowledge that he will absolutely be wrecking you when you get home.

“Come on,” he grunts, and the hand pressing into your back is insistent now, pushing you forward. Yoongi doesn’t relent until you’re out of the building entirely and standing in front of his car in the parking lot.

But the next words out of his mouth surprise you. “Back seat. Now.”

You open the car door and slide in obediently, watching through the window as he circles around to get in on the other side. When he turns to look at you, you don’t think you’ve ever seen his eyes burn with such intensity.

He smacks a hand over his knee, loud enough that you jump a little. “Get up here. Bend over. I’m not kidding.”

Oh, fuck. It’s all you can do not to smile in a mix of delight and terrified anticipation as you crawl across the seat and lay over his knee.

Yoongi wastes no time, instantly hiking your dress up to expose your ass, and you outright moan when his hand roughly cups your sex over your panties. They're soaked through with your arousal that’s been building up all night, enough that your inner thighs stick together. The fact that any of his coworkers could walk out into the parking lot and see you like this just sends a fresh wave straight to your cunt.

“I told you to behave,” Yoongi says starkly, and you grit your teeth to bite back a whimper.

His hand cracks down so hard over your exposed ass that you shoot forward a little, some primal instinct to get away from the pain kicking in. The motion makes your cunt grind over his leg, and your thighs tremble at the sudden stimulation after such a long night of waiting for it, the insane mix of pain and pleasure.

“Oh, shit,” you hiss, but Yoongi speaks over you.

“That is for talking dirty in front of my coworkers. Ready for another?” The fact that he asks, that he’s taking care of you even now, isn’t lost on you. God, you love this man.

Your clit throbs in desperation, and you slowly nod your head. The second spank lands even harder than the first, giving you enough momentum that you rock against his thigh a few times, and you’re edged so hard now that you’re nearly delirious.

“That,” Yoongi continues, “is for grabbing my ass in public.”

“F-fuck, Yoongi,” you choke out, realizing belatedly that a tear is streaming down your face. You don’t think you’re going to make it.

“What is it, love?” His voice is instantly gentler, and he brings his hand up to run tenderly over the skin he’s just abused. “Just one more, and then we’re done.”

“I-I,” you gasp, trying to think straight enough to form words, your forehead pressing hard into the leather of the backseat. “I n-need it. Please, please. Don’t hold back.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, because this one’s for suggesting that you’d like to fuck Hoseok.”

His hand comes down so hard across your backside that you swear you see stars. Your whole body was shaking even before he made contact, and the way this third smack forces your cunt to slide over his leg a final time is too much.

You cry out, not giving a fuck if anyone else in the parking lot might be able to hear, as an unexpected yet simultaneously edged-all-night orgasm rips through you, your cunt clenching hard around nothing.

You continue to rut against Yoongi’s thigh as your walls pulse, and you can feel fluid leaking out of you, fully running down your leg and probably soaking into his dress pants.

“Oh my god.” The angry, dominating persona has suddenly evaporated from Yoongi’s voice. “Did you seriously just come?”

“Yes,” you groan into the seat, still recovering.

You feel his hands move to cup your shoulders, and you allow him to sit you up, feeling like a weightless rag-doll. He wipes away one of the tears that are still running down your face.

“Jesus fucking christ, you’re a mess,” Yoongi laughs, but you know he says it with love because he chases it with a gentle kiss. “Let’s get you home, hmm?”

You can only nod dumbly in agreement.

“I have a bruised ego to tend to,” he continues dryly. “Guess I’ll just have to remind you that Jung fucking Hoseok won’t go down on you for an hour.”

#birthday drabbles~ #chaoticabstractism #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts smut

[koalas-koalas-everywhere]

*runs into stage at full speed and almost overshoots the mic, skidding back to be able to grab it* but do we realize that Nika form isn't gear 5??? I mean, besides the fact that we know that the technical term is "awakening". All the previous gears aren't so much unlocked by Luffy (besides the fact that both gears 4 depend on him """unlocking""" haki) but something he develops through his own ingenuity? Gear 1 is him manipulating his muscles into pumping his blood faster and more strongly through his body, increasing his power — he's not just making himself hotter through force of will. Gear 2 isn't him increasing his body mass (as a paramecia, he wouldn't have been able to do it, although now we know he's a zoan type), it's him literally blowing air into his body to inflate it. Same thing goes for boundman, a form reinforced by haki mixed with rubber, which is so impressive when you think about it. Snakeman is such incredible control over his body that he can change the direction of his punches several times. I cannot overstate that these aren't forms in the way Chopper's Points are forms — not that he didn't achieve four to five extra forms through ingenuity, too, with his medical knowledge, but there's a difference between unlocking them (they always existed, he just needed to discover them) and developing them. Ultimately, the rumble balls don't elongate his horns or arms or make his hair grow, they allow Chopper to will them to do that, in the same way that, once Luffy awakens his fruit, he can tap into it, even if it takes some effort.

That's why we can't compare "gear 5" with the other gears when it comes to the damage they are/might be doing to Luffy's body (post-time skip, they have little to no effect one him, so he might have become strong enough to handle them... in the same way he's strong enough to rip the mast out of the ship and carry it up a whale). With all his other gears, Luffy's forcing his body to do unnatural things and putting it under enormous strain (isn't blowing air into your bloodstream supposed to give you a heart attack???). Meanwhile, we should look at g5 like we do Chopper's kaiju form, or Doflamingo turning buildings into strings, or Katakuri turning everything into mochi — extremely draining, especially at first, but in the same way a muscle will struggle with a certain weight at first but get better once you've trained it. When he says, "beat loudly, heart!" or "hit that beat!", it's not in response to it stopping, but to it beating normally instead of *battery solo*, aka it's his way of activating his Nika form. It didn't actually kill him, and if it did, it would have been from exhaustion, not from, say, wearing his veins thin and overtaxing his heart because he's trying to push gallons at the speed he's usually circulating liters.

And since I'm talking about his Nika form — it's interesting that while he's using it, he seems to be less affected by haki? Like, being hit with haki by Sanji and Katakuri in Whole Cake Island made him loose a tooth, both times, when we know his bones have to be rubber too or the rest of it wouldn't work. Still, when hit by haki, they react like they're normal. Meanwhile, while it's clear that it causes him pain, he still reacts as if he was rubber, his face molding itself to Kaido's club. I have no idea what that means, I'm just bringing it up.

Also, since I believe that Luffy's gears are not zoan type forms, that means that he was scammed out of either a form or two — compare to Chopper who has his original reindeer form, a middle point (his usual form) and a "full human" form, which he could always access, even without his rumble balls (can you imagine Chopper awakening his df and turning into like. a dude), or Rob Lucci who has a human form, a beast form, and a halfway point (I'm more willing to consider his slimmer, faster point as a form, unlike Luffy's gears, because, while he uses a technique called Life Return to achieve it, that's just another words for extreme control of his body, meaning he's still willing it to happen, like how Chopper needs rumble balls to control his additional forms at first, but eventually develops enough control to access them on his own. Luffy, outside of Nika form, can't will his fist into becoming bigger, he has to blow air into it). Luffy only has his usual rubber form and his awakened Nika form. Again, compare to Lucci, whose awakened form isn't actually a full leopard (that's his beast form) but a powered-up version of his halfway point, Nika isn't the "full" form of Luffy's df (and that awakened zoan types don't become a fuller version of their model in general, and that Chopper's awakening is more likely to be a powered up version of Brain Point). So there's a chance Luffy has a full-human form (no rubber) and a depowered Nika form (rubber, white haired, but without a lot of his abilities like flying and turning other stuff into rubber).

Also, why can he, as a zoan type, turn other things into rubber, when that's supposed to be a paramecia and probably logia type thing? I mean, not that we're ever told that, directly, but I don't see Rob Lucci turning people and stuff into leopards— *yelps* *exits left, pursued by Kuma*

#One Piece #Monkey D. Luffy #Sun God Nika #Devil Fruits #am I metaing yet? #mind you I'm not placing any bets on his lower gears not affecting him anymore #I'm not one to ignore a smoking gun. but like. it did kinda stop smoking eventually... #Robin's df is too much for me. #Paramecias aren't supposed to be able to increase their mass but that's technically what she does when she makes extra limbs #nevermind when she creates giant ones. And what the fuck's up with her demon form??? I'm not touching that (academically)

[novankenn]

Holding Back

Chapter One (2/7) (1023 Words)

/== Chapter List ===/

“What are you?”

“You want me to show you, then I'll show you.” Jaune snapped back as he turned to face Yang, clad only in his boxer briefs. A dusting of crimson touched Yang's cheeks at the sight. Everyone assumed Jaune was just lanky, needing to grow into his body, but with him nearly naked before her. She knew the truth. Jaune was built, but not massive like Cardin. The muscle definition was obvious, but he was lithe, build for fast quick movement. He wasn't a hulking mass of power. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed Jaune had one of his belts in his hands. She raised an eyebrow as Jaune used the belt to bind his wrists together. There was just enough slack to let his arms spread shoulder width apart.

“What's...”

“Never mind about it.” Jaune huffed as he entered the combat ring. “Ready?”

“Ready.” Yang replied as she watched Jaune take a stance. She was guessing his style was based around kicking, seeing as his arms were restricted by the makeshift manacles. Knowing it was now or never; Yang dashed forward, only to have Jaune rush to the side, circling away from her. She chose not to give chase, and squared herself up, waiting for his attack. He didn't disappoint. Changing direction from circling to her right, to charging straight in without a second of pause.

Yang prepared to punish Jaune for his head on charge, only to have to suddenly bring her left arm up to cover the side of her head. She gritted her teeth at the impact of Jaune's shin against her arm. She felt herself slide a foot along the floor. The second kick took her completely by surprise. The flat of his left foot planting itself in the centre of her chest, causing her to stumble back straight into a third kick. She rolled with the hit to the side of her head, reaching her feet just in time to see Jaune using his hands to vault back to his feet. He was instantly on the move again. 

Yang's vision was a little off from the impact of Jaune's heel to the side of her face; and she was still trying to wrap her mind about how Jaune was able to deliver three kicks so rapidly. Seeing him close, she chose to do the same. He had the reach advantage by using his legs, so she needed to get closer. Jaune slid under her punch, twisting as he fell; allowing him to press his bound hands against the floor. Yang covered up as Jaune's bare feet flew at her. For ten minutes the two went at it. Yang catching Jaune several times with solid counters, but through it all, Jaune continued to press her. She had never fought a style like Jaune's. His entire method of attack was his feet, shins, and knees. His hands only came into play when he needed to vault, cartwheel, or press off the floor for additional power.

The match ended with a buzz signalling time was up. Both were breathing heavily, sweat dripping from their brows. Yang amazed at how effective Jaune was. She had never had a match against someone so difficult to counter. He was always on the offensive. Always moving, pressing his attacks. Backing off only far enough to give him room to launch another combo. Yang wanted to say something, words of encouragement, questions about the style he used; but was unable too as Jaune shuffled off. She watched as he freed his hands, before pulling his clothes back on.

“You promised Yang.” Jaune snapped over his shoulder as he picked up his weapons and armour, before heading out. 

Yang knew she had promised, but she also knew she had a duty. His friends needed to know what Jaune was capable of. They need to get him to understand that he didn't need to hide these skills. She made a decision then and there as she moved over to her own gear, and gathered her hidden scroll.

/=/

Yang was expecting the confrontation, in fact she was counting on it. So she didn't resist when Pyrrha grabbed her by the arm and dragged her off to a more secluded part of the hallway. Yang said nothing, letting the Champion make the first move.

“What did you do to upset Jaune!” Pyrrha hissed. “He came back to the room, ignored everyone. Slamming doors...”

“I made him spar with me.”

“So it's not enough to watch as that asshat Cardin humiliates him, you had to add to...”

“No. That's not why I did it!” Yang snapped back in a low voice. Not happy with what the Arc obsessed girl was insinuating. “Be honest with me, you've noticed it, right?”

“Noticed?”

“His footwork. How he's struggling with it.”

“I have, but that's...”

“He's fighting himself to learn it. He instinctually wants to move differently. You see it, right? Please tell me the Invincible girl knows what I'm talking about?”

“I have, notice that he is struggling more than he should be with his footwork.” Pyrrha crossed her arms over her chest as she began to look back on her memories of her and Jaune's training. “You're right, now that you've mentioned it, he is fighting his body. Why didn't I...”

“Same reason I didn't. He had us focus on his lack of training with Crocea Mors. He distracted us with his transcripts, so we never thought to appraise him beyond those things.” Yang pulled out her scroll, and thumbed the video she had taken open. She fast forwarded to just before Jaune entered the ring. “I got him to spar with me, properly. He doesn't know I recorded it.”

“Why, would you...”

“So I could at least show you. We need to convince him to drop the act.”

“Is he that good?”

“Watch, and you tell me.” Yang commented as she handed the scroll to Pyrrha. Seeing Pyrrha start to blush and then give Yang a glare. So she spoke up in her own defence. “He chose to do that himself, I never suggested anything. Just watch the spar.”

#jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #yang xiao long #saphron cotta arc #shadow skill - anime #rwby #jaune's got skills #holding back

[keicordelle]

A commission for @anorptron of a moment of peace for their WoL Sage and his adoptive brother Artoirel <3

My ficlet commissions are open through kofi, and if you're interested in a longer piece, send me a message and we can talk!

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The very air in the Fortemps manor seemed heavy as Sage stumbled through the familiar halls. He'd cast aside his arms and armor already, but he could feel their phantom weight upon his shoulders, dragging at him like the weariness that dragged at his bones and ate at his mind. The lush red wallpaper seemed to run like blood before his bleary eyes, the oil portraits and passing servants blurring together into a faceless mass until they could have been any one of the endless victims of the war. Wars. Somehow it seemed there was always another.

These halls that ought to have been his home seemed almost foreign after all Sage had lived through in the past year. His feet wandered without his mind's direction, carrying him through the twisting maze that should not have seemed so labyrinthine. Somewhere in here, he would find respite. Somewhere in here lay the solace to soothe the storm of turmoil that itched under his scales and roiled through his heart. It had always lain here.

He found himself before the door to Artoirel's study without quite knowing how he'd arrived there. The rich mahogany rose before him, and behind it, exactly what he had sought: a safe place, quiet and calm, where he could let down his guard. A breath slipped from him, the faintest twinge of relief stirring beneath his breast. Here he could rest.

The door pushed open easily in his hand. Beyond it, the familiar comforts of home welcomed him. He stepped in gratefully, welcoming the scent of old books and spilled ink, so far from the burnt flesh and twisted metal that had become permanently lodged in his nose. A ghost of a smell, haunting him all the way home and exorcised only by the lingering traces of his adoptive family.

Though Artoirel was absent, the whole room resonated with his presence. His books stood sentinel on their shelves, watching over Sage as they always had. Letters were folded neatly on the desk waiting for attention, Artoirel's favorite pen laid carefully to one side. The wine-dark sofa lounged nearby, quilted throw pillows with their golden tassels settled like stuffed animals over the cushions. Inviting Sage to lay his head down for once and rest.

So he did. On leaden feet, he shuffled towards the sofa. The plush fabric accepted his weight easily, the scent of Artoirel rising from its cushions to encompass him. The rounded pillow with the damaged embroidery made it into his hands and he clutched at it, curling into himself and holding it tight to his chest. His tail curled around his legs, the tip tucked beneath his chin like when he was little. He could almost imagine his brother's fingers in his hair, a soothing caress, like he was a child again and he'd had a nightmare. He prayed that when sleep claimed him, only sweet dreams would await him. And maybe when he woke up, this nightmare would be over.

Artoirel paused before the door to his study, hand reaching for a handle that wasn't where it should be. The door stood ajar, light filtering in through the crack to brighten the dim interior. Slow and quiet, he edged it open until he could see into the room, more curious than cautious.

His study looked just as he'd left it, but for the sleeping form of Sage curled up on his couch, tail tucked between his legs and his arms wrapped tight around a pillow. His face was lax in sleep, his lips parted around a quiet snore and his eyes drifting lazily behind their lids, lost to the land of dreams. He looked… peaceful. More peaceful than Artoirel had seen him in years.

The effects of the war were still clear - even in sleep they marked his body as clearly as any scar. He was still too skinny, pale skin stretched over lean muscle and sinew, the shadow of hunger hanging over him like a ghost. And there was still that tightness around his eyes that never quite seemed to leave anymore, even in sleep, like he was always waiting for the next tragedy to befall him. But here in this moment, far from the field of battle and curled around that pillow like it was a security blanket, there was an air of serenity to him. An air of peace.

Artoirel slipped through the door, shutting it gently behind him. Few needed the rest as much as Sage. If Artoirel could offer him a safe space to lay down his burdens, he was more than happy to provide. Steps soft on the carpet, he shifted over to stand before his brother. His hand stretched out almost on its own, the tips of his fingers brushing through his dusky hair.

The sharp rap of a knock on his door startled him and he flinched, his hand falling back to his side. His face twisted into a scowl. Who could possibly be here to disturb him? He turned back, careful not to wake the sleeping Au Ra as he stalked across the room and wrenched back open the door.

The sight that greeted him only made his frown deepen. The woman that awaited him was clearly not one of their staff, not with her blue livery and the Scion crest pinned to her collar. Her hand, still poised as if to knock again, fell away, and she rushed to speak, a breathless spiel Artoirel did not care to hear. "Milord, forgive my interruption but-"

Artoirel cut her off before she could explain herself. "Pray lower your voice," he hissed, and she started.

Her gaze slid past him to land on Sage, still asleep on the sofa, and this time when she spoke, her voice was softer, even if the message was no less infuriating. "There is a matter of some urgency that requires the attention of the Warrior of Light."

She'd barely gotten the words out when Artoirel cut her off again with a sharp shake of his head. His gaze was stern, unforgiving of the intrusion. "Whatever situation has arisen, I have no doubt that the Scions will have it well enough in hand without the Warrior of Light's assistance. Let him rest. Has he not earned that much, at least?"

She made to protest, but Artoirel didn't give her the chance, closing the door firmly in her face. The lock turned with a resolute click. An unmistakable message: the Warrior - no, Artoirel's brother - was not to be disturbed for so long as he rested in this study.

Casting one more fond glance at his sleeping form, Artoirel settled in at his desk to attend to his correspondence. Sage's quiet snoring drifted through his ears, a pleasant rhythm to compliment the scratching of his pen. Today, at least, the Warrior could rest. Artoirel would watch over him in his stead. 

#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #artoirel de fortemps #wol #raen wol #writing commissions #my writing #~K

[jaskwritesthings]

Caleb, Molly and Essek cuddle puddle (bonus points for one or more of them being sassy menaces) requested by @glossolali

tags: none

(ao3)

“Caleb my love, my darling, my little flame -“ Molly waxed on poetically before Caleb interrupted him.

“Your point, Mister Mollymauk, please find it,” Caleb begged, the amusement clear in his tone.

Molly intentionally nuzzled his head back against Caleb’s hip, “You are clearly not eating enough,” he said pointedly, using the tip off his horn to jab at Caleb’s boney hip.

“You’ve seen me eat, at every meal time and you bring me snacks in between,” Caleb reminded him sleepily. He was warm and comfy and surrounded by the men he loved, so of course he could sleep while Molly was having quite a difficult time finding any cushion around his firebug wizard's stomach. Frankly it would have been far more concerning if he wasn’t fully aware of just how much Caleb and Essek ate. Something about magic burning energy or something. He never paid that much mind to the why, just enjoyed feeding Essek and Caleb by hand on occasion.

“Then where, by all the gods, is it going ‘cause it’s certainly not on your person,” Molly demanded.

“Do you have a complaint about your current position katz?” Caleb questioned, running a hand through Molly’s hair and making sure to scratch at his scalp the way Molly enjoyed.

“My sweet little spark, your hip is stabbing my neck,” Molly complained.

“It’s not that bad.”

“If I move, I shall bleed to death,” Molly declared theatrically. 

Caleb’s hand cupped his cheek directing him to look up at Caleb, “You are a dramatic fool,” Caleb said too softly to be anything but an endearment of purest love.

Molly kissed the fingertips he could reach before turning his attention to the dozing elf cuddled into Caleb’s other side, “Essek my sweet darling nightflower -“

“Please stop,” Essek mumbled without opening his eyes.

“Surely you agree with me?”

Essek hummed sleepily, “I must admit it’s quite extraordinary the amount of food you eat and yet you remain quite lean Caleb.”

“You are lean too!” Caleb yelled in a scandalous tone of one horribly betrayed but still utterly amused by the situation.

“Hmm, but far less so. I think it’s the muscle definition from all your adventuring days,” Essek purred as he traced a hand through the hair leading a curly track down Caleb’s chest, paying special attention to the defined muscles along the way.

“I do not recall such complaints about my muscle mass while we fuck,” Caleb muttered.

“Oh darling I have zero complaints about being thrown around -“ Molly leered.

“I do not throw you around Mollymauk,” Caleb denied, skiing turning a delightful shade of red. 

“But for cuddling you don’t provide much of a pillow,” Molly finished as though Caleb hadn’t interrupted him so rudely.

“You are both similar in build to myself, why am I targeted this night?” Caleb sighed, long and deep.

“Because you are hard my love and not in the way I usually enjoy,” Molly said, taking the sting from his words by chastely kissing the offending hip bone. If he lingered longer than one could claim was innocent he doubted Caleb minded. 

“Essek?” Caleb whined as he pleaded for support.

Essek finally deigned to open his eyes but didn’t look too happy by the prospect, “I find you both comfortable enough for resting on but Yasha is far superior to you both for hugs.”

“Betrayed!” Molly wailed dramatically as he twisted onto his front to ensure Essek got the full effect of his watery ruby eyes, “my love and my dearest friend! I am betrayed!”

“We do not need all of your fey cats Caleb, we have one in tiefling form right here,” Essek raised an unimpressed eyebrow as Caleb tried in vain to hide his laughter. Molly hissed playfully at him, fangs on full display as his tail lashed to and fro behind him.

“You’re lucky I love you both or I would flee to a circus,” Molly flopped back on his back making sure the move was as dramatic as he could manage. Caleb let out a ‘oomf’ as Molly tried to get comfortable against him again.

“Aren��t you banned from every -“

“Hush loves I am trying to nap,” Molly chastised and Caleb spluttered  at the turn about.

#critical role #shadowidomauk #shadowidomauk fanfiction #critical role fanfiction #glossolali

[sleepinthegardenxxx]

Prologue

Summary: He was her dark fairytale and she was his twisted fantasy. And together they made magic.

TW: death

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Adelaide Hale (0.8k words)

The last of the snow was melting and Myrtle Warren had been dead for three days before Adelaide Hale came to understand the heavy weight of her situation. She had been missing for nearly 48 hours before she was found laying in the girls' lavatory on the first floor by a third year. It was one of the biggest investigations in the school's history - enforced curfews, professors searching the dormitories; combing through Myrtle's personal effects, even talk of Hogwarts being shut down for the unforeseeable future.

It was hard to believe that Adelaide and Dumbledore's simple plan could have worked so well despite recent events. It was more Dumbledore's plan, really. A notion he had to change the actions of a single man. It wasn't a secret society back then, not even a shadow of a rebellion. It was just an odd and cryptic old man with insights into the future and a young girl tasked with being a hero.

Adelaide hadn't meant to hide the body where it couldn't be found. In fact, she hadn't hidden it at all but had hoped that some unlucky professor or student or ghost would stumble upon where she had found it before anyone even noticed she was missing. There wasn't much to interpret. Myrtle lay on the ground, her eyes wide open and her mouth agape, all of her muscles stiff as the lavatory floor slowly filled with water from the single faucet that had been left running. A tragic accident, no more, no less. Myrtle fell down and hit her head or fell unconscious due to some undiagnosed condition. No one lived forever, not even in the wizarding world. And it might have been left at that, at silent tears and a small eulogy delivered by Headmaster Dippet in the Great Hall, had it not been for the storm that fell that night. It sent the students to bed early that night with no one allowed outside the castle walls until the rain let up, and the storm raged through the following day, cancelling classes and leaving the students to wander through the castle with no direction.

She had thought Myrtle would be found faster that way. Surely someone was bound to wander into the first floor lavatory at some point during the day. But as the water began to fill the room, professors and the headmaster were convinced the storm had broke past the stone walls of the castle and begun to leak, so they blocked off the area, waiting until the rain stopped completely to drain the floor of water and repair the supposed leak.

It wasn't until the next day when everyone began to grow weary. It had started with exchanged looks of confusion between Professor Dumbledore and a few select students when the ever so tedious Myrtle hadn't shown up when classes resumed. Dumbledore's eyes then fell to Adelaide before giving her a long and pointed stare, holding her gaze for a few seconds before moving on and beginning the lesson.

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In spite of the shared panic and mass hysteria that had filled Hogwarts for the first time since its doors had opened, Adelaide remained visibly calm, willing away the cold feeling that rushed over her blood, chilling her bones. Because she knew what had happened. She could call it a hunch, a feeling, or even intuition. But that would be a lie. She'd heard the whispers behind the stone walls of the school corridors in passing. And at times, she could have sworn the statues lining the hallway were whispering, too. She knew the reason why, and she was partially responsible. And yet, she walked through it - through the whispered conversations, the distressed looks of the headmaster, even the flashes of cameras in the distance, no doubt there for the Daily Prophet. Walking through it was easy. Walking away, however, was something else entirely.

As time passed and the search had come to a close, life had grown quiet again. In her newfound relief, she came to realize that while she had always imagined herself in a different light, perhaps she had been here all this time: living in the grey areas, somewhere between the shore and the moon. It was almost impossible to resist, the charm of it all. It was dangerous.

And so she found herself caught between two sides of a battle that had yet to take place, forced to choose and pulled in nearly every direction.

Maybe years from now, he would find his name in a book she wrote. A book about an antihero who tasted of heartache and war. He would read about moments that would trigger age-old memories that he'd buried somewhere so deep that he had begun to believe they no longer existed and it'll hurt him like it hurt her now, that they could have been so much more. That they almost made it. Almost. 

And maybe, they could have really saved each other. That didn't happen of course. Things never happened like she imagined them.

#harry potter #tom riddle #slow burn #love #enemies to lovers #tom riddle imagine #harry potter imagine #Adelaide hale #oc #original character

[felassan]

Mac Walters recently did a video interview with Ploppy54 Gaming:

"We got to spend an hour chatting to Mac Walters lead writer of Mass Effect 2 & 3, where we talk about Life the Universe and of course Mass Effect".

Some cliff notes from this for accessibility, under the cut due to length -

Mac mentioned that he found working on ME1 exhilarating. They were creating a new IP for the first time, were innovative and the team was great. There was also the tension of creating something which you don't know if people were going to like or not.

An early concept for ME2 was the idea of 'The Dirty Dozen'. This was the case before the roster went from 12 characters to 10 + 2 in DLC. Also in the early discussions was the idea of the Suicide Mission. Mac explained that you can see that the story, plot and narrative in ME2 are really starting to drive the direction of the product right off the bat.

When developing ME2, the devs knew that some of the features and systems in ME1 were clunky and they wanted to improve on these in ME2. The leap between ME1 and ME2 is bigger than the leap between ME2 and ME3 because there were a lot of things in ME1 that the devs never really achieved the first time around. This was due to factors such as it being a new IP, a new team, and their first time in a new engine, so during the development of ME1, the team were figuring everything out. On ME2, now that they had that under their belts, they understood the engine, the team knew each other better, and their tools were more robust and mature. This afforded them the ability/freedom to explore certain things, like they did with the combat.

Genre-wise, they knew they wanted it to be an action RPG. Back in the day, there were not a lot of things like that in the shooter space. Near the end of ME1 development, they started to bring in dev staff who had more experience in the shooter space. They wanted to let them run with this in ME2, which is why we see evolutions in ME2 combat. There was debate on the team and in the community on this, for example about the switch to heat sinks, but ultimately they wanted to go where the fun was.

The devs found that they were trying to do two things in ME1, bring in an action element while still being an RPG. They discovered that these two things fight each other a lot, so as they went forward with the franchise it was clear to them that they had to sort of double down on what they imagined the gameplay to be, back away from some of the more traditional RPG elements and focus on the action first and foremost. Mac talked on this being an evolution and devs seeking improvement. He also highlighted that BioWare had not really done action gameplay before, having previously put out turn-based/isometric-style games - the devs were flexing new muscles here.

ME1 was developed over 4.5 years approx. The ME2 timeline was a lot shorter. It was developed in just over 2 years approx. Hence, there was a lot of rapid decision-making on ME2. The devs would find something they liked, go with it and not look back during the development of ME2.

There was originally a lot more of Kai Leng in ME3 (a few more Kai Leng appearances). Mac can't remember why these got cut, but it was likely just due to clarity and time reasons.

Not being able to romance Liara, Ash and Kaidan in ME2 was intentional. The devs wanted to have a 'middle act' where these characters were distant to Shepard and doing their own thing, and then them coming back in the third act, where there would be different relationship options with them if Shepard had stayed 'true' to them during the course of ME2.

On ME3, there was talk during development of having Jack and Miranda be squadmates, but ultimately this sort of desire became really challenging simply due to how big ME3 is under the hood in terms of things like number of assets and number of dialogue lines. ME3 is as big as ME1 and ME2 combined. It's a very wide game with a lot of options. When doing the Suicide Mission in ME2, where every character can live or die, the devs knew that they "would pay the price for that decision one day". But they thought it was a great idea for a mission/concept so went ahead with it. It just wasn't possible to have every character prominent or as a squadmate in every subsequent game.

If you look at the number of permutations from all the choice points in the MET, it gets up into millions and millions.

On MELE, there were things that the devs wanted to fix about the MET that they knew they would not be able to.

Part of the intention with Okeer in ME2 was to really sell the player on Okeer and then do this sort of 'bait and switch' with Grunt.

Tuchanka was written by John Dombrow.

Mac said that when he wrote Garrus in ME1, it never crossed his mind to think of him as a romance option, and that what he wrote was a buddy cop scenario. After release of ME1, there was a fairly vocal outcry of 'when do we get to romance Garrus?'. This was the same for Tali. So the devs wanted to make that possible. Also on the topic of why Garrus and Tali are companions in ME2, Mac said that with the ME2 Dirty Dozen concept, they knew that in ME1 they had created six compelling characters outside of Shepard. With that concept the ask was to create twelve more for ME2, who were equally as compelling and meaningful. This is where the devs eventually said, 'no, we should include some of the original cast in ME2', because they felt that the task of creating 12 full new characters would be too high/hard to achieve.

On the process of writing loyalty missions, Mac remembers the team having a lot of conversations about how players really enjoyed some of the smaller missions you can do for Wrex, Garrus etc in ME1. The devs wanted to lean into that. The loyalty missions were actually meant to be short things, but ended up being much bigger and much more involved than originally intended. The devs also ended up doubling down on the idea that ME2 especially was a game about the characters themselves and the in-game team together. The devs realized that in order for players to really connect with 12/10+2 characters and at least have some sense of feeling for them, they would need to really devote some time to the characters.

On ME2, a big thing that Mac pitched for was that he really wanted a mission where it would be guaranteed that one of the squadmates would be with the player throughout. This is because whenever they write dialogue, banter dialogue especially, they write it like, 'here are the twelve options that you could have, and the twelve responses', and that due to this it tends to be fairly generic and the player ends up not learning a lot about each individual character. So there was a push to have these missions where they could guarantee that a squadmate was with Shepard throughout, so the banter could be much more focused on that character. Also, the devs knew that they wanted ME2 to be a darker middle part of the story, so the character acquisition missions were a bit more darker/serious. Due to that they wanted an opportunity where the player could have meaningful missions with their own flavors, to give a bit of a breath, that would be focused around the personality of whichever squadmate Shepard was working with. This gives the player the opportunity to do something other than 'saving the universe' for a change.

Mac talked of how in ME1, Garrus was tough and rugged outside but was clearly internally conflicted with a lot of things. He wanted to be hardline but wasn't convinced of this, wasn't solid in this conviction. In ME1, Shepard can give Garrus moral advice. For ME2 the idea for this with Garrus was "let's see this through in action now, not just in words". This is what a lot of the expression in Garrus' ME2 loyalty mission was about, like, "how far can we actually push Garrus towards this?" Garrus idolizes Shepard and looks up to them, so he will start to lean whichever way they said they thought he should lean in.

The interviewers asked Mac about the dark energy plot. He said that one of the things that the devs did with ME was: they knew there was the Reaper cycle and that the Reapers had a purpose and a reason for coming back. But for quite a while, through ME1 and part of ME2, the devs intentionally maintained competing theories of what that purpose/reason was. Dark energy was one of these theories that they maintained. At the time they did not want to commit to any one of the theories yet, for a few reasons. For example, "it's more mysterious if you don't know. What if we answered that question at the end of ME1 and people didn't like it?" So they maintained these multiple threads and would "gut-check" against these, i.e. if they were changing the main plot or story at any point, they would say, 'does this still work with the multiple theories that we have?'

Another one of the theories was the AI singularity idea (AI advancing and overtaking organics at some point in the future, with dire consequences). Mac said that he wasn't sure why they eventually specifically moved away from the dark energy theory, but that it was one of those evolutions where "we planted some seeds, we didn't necessarily feel that they were leading in the specific right direction that we wanted to, and then when it came time to actually write ME3 it was like, okay, now's the time, we've gotta answer it. I remember us having so many meetings about the reasons and the motivations [of the Reapers] and what was actually happening in the universe. I suspect it was just a matter of, it was the one that most of us sort've aligned around". Another factor in this decision was cultural influences irl. Even at the time in 2010 there was a burbling up of some AI stuff becoming a reality and people considering, what does this actually mean for us? This started to influence the devs and shape some of their storytelling in the MET.

The geth are another example of this sort of evolution. In ME1 they were intentionally designed to be something like Stormtroopers, basically faceless mooks that the player would mow down without question/care. This was intentional as the devs didn't want to burden the player early on with having to figure out the political system, like who is good, who is bad, is it kind of gray, etc. But once that was established, in subsequent games, the devs were like "ok, we can introduce new enemies to take that place, now what do we do with the geth?" Legion was written to provide a perspective that would allow the player to empathize with the geth, and then from that point onwards the devs wanted to keep the geth in a realm more like the rachni - i.e. 'good? bad? misunderstood? not sure?'

The interviewers also asked Mac about the possibility of a sequel to Jade Empire. He said that up until literally the day he left BioWare the devs were talking about a sequel, especially after the success of MELE. Mac had been trying to convince people to do a proper reboot, a re-envisioning of Jade Empire, as had others at the studio. He thinks that there is a lot about the original game that should stay in the past, but that it was a rich world which has more to do in it and more to explore. One of his pitches was "Imagine if all the magic carried forward and it was modern times, ancient Chinese magic in a kind of Harry Potter-esque nature in our times". He hopes that one day someone at BioWare goes "Yeah, we'll do it".

(pls note it's always best to listen to quotes and information segments in full and in their original context)

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#bioware #mass effect #video games #long post #longpost #garrus vakarian #best boy #jade empire

[battlekilt]

Credit to @husborth's wonderful post that went into the depth of love Obi-Wan had for Anakin. Please check it out. The only reason why I didn't add to it is what I wanted to remark wasn't direct enough to what they were trying to express.

So, this stood out to me. No, it isn't more important than the rest. It was just something else that made me pause.

Anyone who has ever studied the after effects of starvation, or read anything about it, be familiar with certain behaviors that commonly follow, and may recognize the subtext hinted at here. I mostly know it from my special interest in WWII.

Pause to consider Anakin's build in AOTC—it appears to be lanky. After WWII, Audrey Hepburn struggled to maintain weight. When he bulked up in the face of the war, was it a struggle for him to keep his muscle mass? I'd imagine so, muscle is already harder to keep on the body than other fasciae like adipose is.

We see in TCW03 his unflinching ability to make do with whatever is around him—instincts and other creepy crawlies. He can survive with almost anything. Sensible Obi-Wan would have turned green if Anakin's plans hadn't distracted him.

Another striking behavior is what translates to food-aggression in humans.

This little line just, to me, hints to further signs of it.

Now I just picture little Ani overwhelmed by Coruscant, by the opulence of the Temple... but the thing that Obi-Wan notices is his reaction to the abundance of food. Him being skittish to ask for seconds, then greedy—would this uncomly behavior be pointed out, and social expectations laid out for him? I don't imagine most Jedi are used to children with signs of food aggression among their numbers, not at this age; most Jedi come earlier, so Younglings would have likely adapted and recovered from the trauma of food scarcity earlier.(*)

Would he have hoarded food away even though he has an abundance?

How would this have affected Obi-Wan once he realized what it all meant?

If he asked Anakin, would Anakin have made it sound small, use that sweet little chipper voice of his to explain it? Then the last bit said in his soft, sweet, shy little sadness, right when he looked away at his small bundle of hidden-food-now-discovered?

(*) This isn't to condemn or vilify the Order. There are just some things in some situations they may not be used to. It does contribute to one of their justifications why they should be cautious training an older pupil, particularly one who has been through what Anakin had gone through. When they took him in, the Order did not know the full scope of his trauma. This would be one reason why Obi-Wan had to take personal accountability for him.

PS. I am in no way a Lore Scholar of the Jedi Order. I am a flailing clone-obsessed monstrosity that sometimes just nods my head and whispers, "Jedi osik" in fond exasperation.

Anakin Skywalker was my first favorite SW character, as far back as when I was a wee thing. When we knew nothing about him—before the Phantom Menace. When he was the mysterious man under Vader's mask. Little me wanted to know more about him. I also thought his name was pretty, and for a time, I insisted I be called 'Anakin.'

#anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #the jedi order #star wars meta #star wars #jedi: skywalker #jedi: kenobi

[mariacallous]

As Nancy Pelosi winds down her nearly two-decade tenure as the leader of House Democrats, including four terms as Speaker of the House, it is important to examine her time in leadership and learn from it.

In many respects, Speaker Pelosi has been one of the most powerful leaders ever to hold the gavel. In the political arena, her foes have used her as a bogeyman of liberal politics, pushing her image in campaign commercials, radio ads, and direct mail. While Republicans have vilified her because of her political views and the policies she has pushed to passage, they missed an opportunity to learn from a role model. Any politician, regardless of party or ideology, should look to Nancy Pelosi as a leader to emulate. You don’t need to be a San Francisco liberal to emulate her success in keeping House colleagues in line, raising huge sums of money for reelection, supporting candidates who will be team players, holding at bay resistance from within the ranks, and operating strategically with Senate leaders and presidents from the same or different parties.

She has kept in line a sometimes-fractured House Democratic Caucus. Over time, the diversity of that caucus has ranged from Blue Dog moderate Democrats like Ron Kind (Wisc.), former representative and now Republican Gene Taylor (Miss.), and Heath Shuler (N.C.), to the original members of the proudly progressive squad of Alexandria Ocasio Cortez (N.Y.), Ilhan Omar (Minn.), Ayanna Pressley (Mass.), and Rashida Tlaib (Mich.). From the leadership elections held in advance of the 108th Congress (2003-2005), to what is now her final term as Speaker in the 117th Congress (2021-2023), she has never lost a leadership fight and rarely lost a legislative battle.

When Nancy Pelosi needed to find votes, they were found. When disagreements were waged within her caucus, they were settled. When she had room to let more moderate or more progressive members vote no on legislation they opposed, they voted no.

Her tenure by the numbers shows remarkable strength and power. At nearly 13,000 days in office, she is the second longest serving woman in the history of the U.S. House. She served as Democratic leader for 10 consecutive congresses (108th-117th), a tenure that will fall about a year short of Sam Rayburn’s record of just over 21 years. When the 118th Congress is sworn in in January, she will be the fifth longest serving Speaker of the House of Representatives in history. And, over the past 20 years, she raised over $1 billion dollars for Democrats’ electoral efforts.

She has overseen the passage of landmark legislation as Speaker, from the Affordable Care Act to legislation that saved the American economy—twice—at the start of the Great Recession and the recession associated with the COVID-19 pandemic. And in the darkest days of House history—the assassination attempts of Rep. Gabby Giffords (D-Ariz.) and Steve Scalise (R-La.) and the violent insurrection at the Capitol on January 6, 2021—she stood resolutely with Democratic and Republican colleagues condemning such violence, not as a leader of the Democratic Party, but as a Congressional leader.

Whether you agree with her politics or not, it is undeniable that she has been a remarkably effective House leader. That success has come as both House Minority Leader and as Speaker of the House. As Speaker, she has worked with a majority as large as 81 seats in November and December 2009 (258-177) and one as small as 6 seats from April to May 2021 (218-212). Some former rivals have admired her strength. Former Republican House Speaker Newt Gingrich has said, “You could argue she’s been the strongest speaker in history. She has shown more capacity to organize and muscle, with really narrow margins, which I would’ve thought impossible.”

Her effectiveness, staying power, and liberal politics has made her a political target on the right. On January 6, as violent insurrectionists stormed the U.S. Capitol, several were heard chanting “Where’s Nancy?” and video captured others making threats on her life. And recently a man broke into her San Francisco home allegedly planning to attack the Speaker, and violently assaulted her husband.

Whether Kevin McCarthy or someone else is the next Speaker of the House, the best path to success would be to become a conservative version of Nancy Pelosi. Some Republican leaders like Steve Scalise have managed civil relationships and/or strong working relationships with Democratic leaders like Steny Hoyer and even Speaker Pelosi. The same is true for Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell, who by all accounts has a genuine respect for what Speaker Pelosi has accomplished. However, most other Republicans have forged a path of disdain and indignation for Pelosi rather than disagreement while learning by example. Failure to see her as a model for success will be the downfall of future Republican and Democratic leaders.

Several years ago, I moderated an event at which former Speaker Dennis Hastert spoke (prior to his legal troubles and downfall). He was asked what working with a president of the other party was like and he said he was always impressed with how President Clinton could compartmentalize politics, calling to negotiate budget matters on the same day the Senate was holding his impeachment trial. He said that Clinton knew that if he sulked about politics, it would be a barrier to his own success on policy. Unfortunately, gone are the days where many elected officials can disagree with their opponents on policy and politics, but respect and even admire them on process and procedure.

The U.S. House may never see another leader as capable and agile as Nancy Pelosi, but every Speaker from here forward should—above anything else—strive to replicate her leadership. Those who don’t will certainly be a footnote in a history in which Speaker Pelosi will forever be the lede.

[sweetmastermind]

“don’t eat” is wild and the amount she weighs OMFG….

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRw4RVCL/

//TW diet culture and a long ass explanation

I have seen people saying is sarcasm, and how people can just follow that advice, like sis i been into kpop for too many years to have seen pretty much everything. This is not sarcasm and a lot of fans have spoken about the insecurities and things they have done to look like their idol or the pressure they feel to not be "pretty"

This is so dangerous, not only for the impressionable fans but for this girl, starving is a common way people used to "lose weight" and is one of the worst things you can do to your body. Second gen was all about the idol "diets", i remember vividly that they openly talk about the restrictions they have to do to "achieve the ideal body" before a comeback

Getting a little nerdy, for the ones that like to know about the effects on the body, the adult body needs about 1200 k to make the basic body functions (breathing, regulating the hormonal process, just staying alive) starving or depriving yourself of the nutrients aka super restrictive diets, makes the body enter a survival mode. In this state, your metabolism slows down and starts preserving fat, a lot of you have heard or read about that you have to diet to lose fat, true but it has to be in certain conditions because the body will go the easiest way = that is losing muscle (the muscle cell is easier to break that the cell fat, in that way, the body will choose to lose fat to get the energy the brain and the vital organs need)

In that scenario, your body is restricted of immediate calories, you first lose muscle and then fat. Direct consequences, you lose strength, the body needs fat to produce hormones, so your hormones start to get all fuck up (+ the stress you are under that can cause your cortisol levels to skyrocket and make you have high chances of heart problems and early age stroke. Stress can level up the prolactin hormone that really can fuck some things up and there is a study that finds a correlation between certain issues with mental health and depression). These female idols usually don't get their periods for different causes but the most common ones are the stress and the restrictive diets, your body stops producing or receiving progesterone and estrogens, and it enters an induced menopause state. That has a big correlation to osteoporosis, every year you are in that state, you lose around 2-3% of your bone mass and the more time you spend without treatment and a good diet for your body, the changes of osteopenia and fracture gets higher and higher

There is more but is a way to show that what they are promoting is dangerous on so many levels, is a cycle where you are fucking up your body and is going to make your life hell sooner or later

[safic4-m]

💛🎭Please don't go on..

Pairing: Audrey Tindall x Fem Lector

Author's note: Hi people, so I missed this request and didn't remember what the person really wanted about, so this is what little I remember about her, some angst, soft and defending her partner.

Please if you them this send me a message so I can tag you, I'm really sorry.

Number of words: 958

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

You knew something like this would happen at some point, you had told her, but she just ignored your words and kept it up. So when you came home to find Audrey crying in bed it broke your heart to see your wife in such a state.

The British woman is constantly pushing herself to keep going, ignoring all your warnings, the tiredness she felt, how her body was screaming for her to take a break.

-Sweetness,- you try to get her attention kneeling on the side of the bed.

-Sunshine,- you call out again, touching her back softly.

This action takes the woman off guard making her move away from you without turning to look at you.

-It's me, honey, you sit down next to her.

Recognizing your voice Audrey moves closer to you, burying her face in your stomach as she clings to you.

-You were right...- You can barely hear her words.

-Come over here,- wrapping her arms around your body and laying you both down to be in a more comfortable position.

You stay there for a while comforting her, rubbing her back, listening to her sobs getting louder.

-Do you want to talk about it? you ask, moving her hair out of her face so you can see her.

-They gave the role to a younger actress,- burying her face in your chest.

It hurt to hear those words come out of her mouth, she had spent the last few months building up her muscle mass to play a role in a movie, but again she had been ruled out because of her age. Audrey was a very dedicated actress, she gave her all for her work, always giving 100% but neglecting her own well being.

-I know you put a lot of effort into this, honey, what can I do for you?

-Cuddling,- she says barely audible.

You comply with her request, willing to show her all your love for her.

You had met the British woman many years ago, when you were just starting your career as a director, back then you were the direct assistant and she wasn't a very nice person either.

Flash back

-Cut!- shouts the director, making you startle, -What's wrong with this scene?- he asks on the air.

-If you let me have my say, I think if we change the lights a bit and focus on them directly, maybe I can give it a more dramatic effect,- you say timidly.-

I didn't ask for your opinion, you're just another pathetic wannabe who will end up failing like everyone else,- he spits angrily.

Before you can say anything about it, a certain blonde comes out to defend you.

-How dare you talk to her like that!- looking angrily at the man, -it is because of directors like you that this many good projects don't get the wreck they deserve...- being interrupted by you.

-Please stop...- knowing what the reprisals would be for this act.

-You have only one job and you are not even capable of doing it well,- struggling to free herself from your grip.

-Please don't go on...- seeing the anger written on the director's face. -Don't stop,- the man encouraged her in a sarcastic tone.

-You're an old fuddy-duddy who is not able to accept the opinions of others, that's why nobody wants to work with you and if it had been up to me, I would have rejected this role, but I had no other choice, so now I have to put up with you, but I've had enough of this," she finishes her speech trying to calm her breathing.

-Largo- says the director after a few seconds -you are both dismissed.

-We didn't even want to be here,- says the British woman before grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you outside.

After a few minutes you are still shocked by the previous events.

-I'm so sorry you got fired because of me.

-Why did you do it?- you ask without really understanding what his intentions are.

-I'd had enough of seeing how he treated you,- as if it were so obvious, -I'm Audrey, by the way.

-I know, y/n

End of flashback

From that moment on you and Audrey turned against the world, the British woman's outburst became well known among the people in the industry, generating that many people wanted to work with the woman who told her truths to the director, but she put only one condition, which was that you would also be part of the projects. This was the beginning of your career as a film director, showing what you were capable of, until you became one of the most recognized and awarded directors.

-Audrey... you try to call her just to see if she is asleep.

You carefully pull her away from you and leave the room to answer a call.

-Y/n, how are you?- says a man's voice on the other end of the line.

-Go to grade Ben,- you say angrily.

-I'm sorry about what happened, but we really needed a younger woman..., you know how it goes.

-I know, but you could have said something before too,- feeling your blood boil for what they did to your wife.

-We're good, right?

You cut the call and stand there for a moment while you try to calm your feelings or so you try until you hear the blonde calling you.

*****

-And the award for best actress goes to...?- you say the presenter and you feel Audrey grip your hand tighter.

-Audrey Tindall

Hearing her name the British woman gets excited and takes your face to kiss you, you can't help but be happy for her, watching as she goes up to receive her award.

-I am very honored to receive this award and I want to thank my wife Y/n for giving me the opportunity to participate in your project,- raising her award in the air, -I love you sweetheart.

-I love you too,- you reply from your place.

#american horror story #ahs #ahs roanoke #roanoke #audrey tindall #audrey #audrey tindall x reader #audrey x reader #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader

[sizzlingsoulsweets]

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[genderqueerdykes]

Hello! First off - love your blog, and thank you for taking the time to answer so many asks so thoughtfully- that’s a lot of mental and emotional labor and although this is the first time I’ve sent you an ask, I really appreciate your thoughtful responses from other asks, it’s given me the courage to send you this.

I am non-binary/transmasc, and I have a lot of dysphoria around my period/menstruating. I get horrible mood swings for about a week before, then 1-2 days of intense pain and cramping where I’m pretty much immobilized by pain. If it was financially possible, I would just take all that plumbing out. I am 35 and honestly it feels like my period has just gotten progressively worse over the years.

I have toyed with the idea of hormones off and on, but the impression I got from reading about other people’s experiences is that you don’t really know what you’re gonna get out of hormones until you try them, and some things are not so easy to undo. Like, in a perfect world I’d love a deeper voice and a bit of masculinization in my face and mainly to not get periods anymore, but there are some effects of T that I would not enjoy (like facial hair, it would be a huge sensory problem for me). And I don’t identify as a man so pushing me too far in that direction would just be a different kind of dysphoria.

Do you have any suggestions or thoughts on any ways to reduce my period dysphoria, or anecdotes on what small doses of T might do for me? Just feeling pretty frustrated and like there’s not really any good answer here since I don’t want all the effects of T.

im glad you're taking the time to consider that's very good!

sorry to hear you have so much dysphoria regarding menstruation, i understand, it's a very shitty thing to go thru and many people who aren't trans hate it or experience dysphoria around that time as well. i believe there are some types of birth control like IUDs and whatnot that can reduce how much you menstruate. i would advise talking to an obgyn/gynecologist if you are interested in seeing if there are ways to reduce how much you menstruate or if there are ways to make it more bearable for you. there is also the possibility of a hysterectomy (removal of the uterus) as well, if that's something you're considering. that may be a better option that T for you.

i think it's good that you're aware of your boundaries as a trans person. no trans person is under any obligation to take HRT unless taking HRT is specifically what will ease their dysphoria. the thing with T is most people will get the same types of general effects in varying degrees so if you do not want changes to your facial structure like your brow ridge, cheek bones and jaw, body fat distribution, muscle mass density, body/facial hair, bottom growth, and so on, then T really isn't right for you.

i would say for you it would probably be best to look into voice training for transmascs, and definitely talk to a gynecologist about your situation regarding your monthly. you don't have to be a trans guy to get a hysterectomy, if you truly do want to get that removed! i hope you're able to get things sorted out, best of luck to you, take care, stay safe

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