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lucysarah-c · 2 months

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WE NEED AN ENTIRE STORY OF LEVI AS A BABY BOY DADDY! LIKE PLEASE ITS ACTUALLY TOO GOOD 🙏🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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You all have inspired me to write a one-shot, so I'll post it soon. Thank you so much!

But since I'm on it, I think I'll give you a few headcanons.

In my idea, Levi didn't have many children, and while sometimes my scenarios may change depending on the situation, mostly Levi's boy would be an only child. This wasn't Levi's original idea, and I'll explain why.

Leaving aside whether in the canon period of time there are real contraceptives or not, I 100% believe Levi is a highly meticulous guy. If he needs to pull out and count days in the old-fashioned way, he will. If he has to wear condoms every single time, he will. I believe Levi would try to make sure that if he ever has a child, it would be planned, as far as is humanly possible, of course. Sometimes contraceptives fail, etc.

In my mind, I believe Levi and Y/N decided or happened to have a kid around the time before the expedition to Wall Maria. There was about half a year when the scouts waited for the correct time to do the expedition to Wall Maria. Well, I believe she probably got pregnant around that time. I believe it was a mix between Levi transitioning a lot of emotions after Kenny's death, etc., and having more free time on his hands since they weren't doing expeditions while preparing for the mission… and well… let's say they decided to go handy, haha.

With that said… I think Levi would hardly admit it out loud, but he's one of those guys who always wanted to be parents, so they kinda said, "You know what? Fuck it, if it happens, it happens," and well, it happened almost immediately. Levi hears the news around two months later, and let me tell you, this man is all over the moon. He wants to be part of EVERYTHING. For me, Levi wants to prove that he is better than the men who failed his mother and also failed him. Levi wants to prove he can be a present father.

She goes to the doctor for just a check, he wants to be there. Better keep his man informed because he would ask a million questions. He's a first-time father, and she may sneeze, and he's all worried. Levi saw too many women die in childbirth or from difficult pregnancies in the underground. He's blessed with the chance of being a father, but also terrified. Levi feels that if he loses his love just because he "grew selfish" and asked for more (aka asked for a kid), he would feel horrible.

Anyways, back in the day, men waited outside during birth, and I believe they would try to kick Levi out of the room, and he would be like, "and who is going to stop me?" He wants to be there.

Now is when his baby boy comes into the picture. I believe, and God bless the mother, he was such a healthy CHUNKY boy. He was BIG. Those kinds of kids that look so healthy but at the same time, it's like "he literally sucked her dry, that baby took anything the mother has to offer."

Like, she's too tired after childbirth, and the nurses offer Levi feeding bottles with milk to keep the baby eating while the mother rests… and the baby is EATING to the point a doctor comes, pats Levi's arm playfully, and says, "Hope you've a good salary, Captain, because that kid is going to eat like a horse."

Perhaps these are the only few times that Levi is the most excited out of the two, she's tired from all the work, and Levi is over the moon. Ah, but don't you dare to touch his baby without washing your hands. If Levi could force you to take a bath in chlorine before even getting close to his baby, he would.

Aside from that, I think Levi's baby boy that I've named in my mind "Adrien" because Y/N thinks that naming her kids with A's to match the last name, especially since Ackerman's are finally able to not be in hiding.

In my mind, Adrien inherits Kenny's height. Yes, as you heard, KENNY'S HEIGHT. 190cm (6'3"). He's a big boy. I think it's funny that all the doctors check the baby and say, "haha, he's going to be tall!" and Levi is there looking at her like "… I don't like to admit I'm short as fuck, but if the kid isn't mine you can tell me," joking obviously, lmao.

"Levi, the kid is a photocopy of you."

Adrien is an extremely playful, happy, and hyperactive kid. He's so cheerful, and it makes Levi wish his mother was around so he could ask if he was such a cheerful kid too.

Chunky fat legs running down the halls as he doesn't even speak properly, but he already knows which office is daddy's office. He loves horses, he loves playing soldier, he loves being a daddy's boy.

This is when I mention that I believe Levi having a single child wasn't his original plan. I think he wished to give Adrien a sibling to make sure he won't be alone in life if anything ever happens to him as he was. But the whole rumbling happened, and after that, Levi was too busy trying to move him and his family outside of Paradise and after that settling down, taking care of Gabi and Falcon, that well time flew, and when everything was back to calmness, haha, well let's say that Levi had to admit that the train had left the station, and his energy to go back to change diapers had kinda withdrawn, lmao.

Finally, I think Adrien was a very hyperactive kid mainly because of the Ackerman genes. He has energy, he has strength, he has the abilities. He just has too much bottled up and doesn't know how to get tired. Levi is basically running around making sure the kid isn't jumping from the roof or climbing the kitchen cupboards. He probably ends up signing him up for a bunch of activities: baseball, self-defense classes, football, triathlon.

I have a bunch of other headcanons, so let me know if you want more!"

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godisshook · 1 year

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Movie Night

Zach was the best friend I could have. He was nice, a nerd just like me, and so so funny. One time, some bully tried to beat me up because I was gay, and Zach stood face to face with him and almost fought him if a teacher didn’t break them up before any fists could be thrown. He was the most genuine guy I knew, and when I found out we were both going to the same high school, I was overjoyed. He was incredibly driven, and despite him not being crazy smart, always was successful at anything he put his mind to.

Sometime during our sophomore year he started really getting into working out, and he was making some progress, but I would always joke that he was just a “muscular shrimp” to which he would usually reply, “At least I HAVE muscle.” And he wasn’t wrong, I was 5’7 and 115 pounds, not the most built individual, most definitely.

We were always hanging out until the pandemic hit later in sophomore year. All of a sudden we were home, and I couldn’t talk to my best friend like usual. We kept in touch through discord and would call each other almost every day after class. When Zach got a girlfriend our junior year, we stopped talking almost completely, and I had a breakdown. When we were back in class senior year, he had completely changed. His girlfriend cheated on him before the year started, and broke up with him three weeks before the first day of class. He started going to the gym a lot more it seemed and even took a firefighter course, which I thought was super cool, even if I would never say it to his face.

When we got back senior year, he looked completely different. A guy who was once 5’8 and only 130 pounds was now 6’2 and 185 pounds of pure muscle. He apologized for not talking to me for so long, saying that he needed time to just focus on himself, which I thought was bs but accepted because I still really valued him as a friend. In class, I would still joke with him, and he would welcome them, flexing as I said that his arms were too big, or he looked like a dorky jock if that was even possible.

The transition back made it so that we would alternate days going to class, and so we were still not seeing each other, but during one of his firefighting classes, I snuck in and attended with the teacher being none the wiser.

We also made a new tradition, a movie night over zoom. It was our way of still hanging out, even though we were busy and couldn’t just go to each other's places. I would constantly pick horror movies, and Zach would pick action every time. It was fun and allowed me to connect with my old buddy even as our lives became more hectic.

I noticed that as time passed, Zach became even more jock-ish, and would start calling me small and saying that he could easily lift me, which I took to great offense in a joking way of course. As we were watching Scream one night, I see Zach on my other monitor with his shirt off, flexing and looking straight at me. “What are you doing?” I say, looking at him incredulously. “Nothing.” he replied in a low tone. I shrug it off as him probably just being weird, and go back to finishing the movie.

I manage to sneak in a screenshot of him as he was doing it, and kept it in my camera roll for “blackmail.”

I would be lying if I said I didn’t think about that night the following week, and one day in class, while daydreaming, Zach interrupts my waking dream by saying, “Do you wanna come to my place for movie night this weekend?” I look up at him and reply, “Of course!” I felt as if the old days of our friendship were coming back, and was so excited to go. His parents were out of town, and this is the whole house would be empty aside from us two. We decide that it would be better if I just spent the whole weekend there, so packed a suitcase on Friday to bring over.

We played board games all day, and then went into playing Fortnite, which he hard carried me in, having to explain half of the game to me the whole time.

It was my turn to pick the movie again, and I wanted to pick Nightmare on Elm Street because I wanted him to see all the "classics." When I came back from a bathroom break, he said I had practically missed half the movie, to which I swiftly play-punched him in the shoulder, and then immediately regretted my decision as it felt like punching straight iron. Despite this, we start play fighting, but as I vastly underestimated his new strength, and vastly overestimated mine, I found myself pinned against the couch as both of my wrists were in his hands.

I look up at him, and as he stares back, I notice his sweatpants start to rise. As the shape of his cock takes form in his sweatpants, he begins taking off his jacket, and I rush to pull my shirt off. There's a mutual hunger, a horniness only created after years of knowing each other, and it was releasing itself tonight.

I rush to pull off his sweatpants, and begin sucking him off. "Fuckkkkkkk" he groans as I wrap my tongue around his shaft and start licking all over it. He pushes my head down on his cock as I gag, saying, "How do you like that?" "Itsthhh sooo guuuuddd" I say between breaths as his cock goes down my throat again. I had never seen him like this, it was like a beast took over him. He takes me and lifts me up, ripping my underwear and placing his cock into the hole he created in it.

He starts pushing me up and down on his cock as I'm on his chest, and every time he pulls me up he goes in for a kiss, a small bit of sweetness breaking through the roughness.

Slowly, he starts to walk upstairs, with me still being hoisted up, and with his dick in me. Every step up causes it to go deeper, and as he gets on the stair it comes out ever so slightly. I moan in pleasure as he does this, and he slaps my ass as I do. When we get to his bedroom, he throws me on the bed and rips off the shreds of underwear I had left.

He fucks me for what seemed like years, taking his massive cock and digging it all in my tight hole. It felt like it was going up into my chest, and I rolled my eyes back as he kept fucking. After the backshots, he turns me over and fucks me, hugging his body towards me, and sliding his dick in and out. His abs were grinding against my cock, and I came as he started pulling in and out of me quickly. With him going faster and faster, I felt his dick get warm in my ass, and soon he started to groan, and hot cum leaked from his dick into me, and he laid on my chest with his cock still in my ass.

As I was walking home commando, I couldn't help but think about how good it was, and texted him, "Where did you get THAT energy from?" to which he replied, "From wanting you since day one." I will admit, that made me blush. Zach was now my regular fuckbuddy, and the sex was mindblowing. I looked forward to our "movie nights" every week, and even though we would never make it through a movie again, at least I get good sex in exchange.

#muscle #nerd to jock #friends to lovers #jock tf #male transformation #muscle tf

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painfulstretch · 28 days

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idea/fantasy: i’m your overdue trans guy roommate. i share everything with you not knowing about your kink. i’ve started complaining about how sick I am of being pregnant, eventually you give into temptation and offer your help. you use teas and herbs and massages to jumpstart my labor. i comply happily, appreciating the help, and am even excited when i feel the first light contractions, i even have you time them to figure out when i should head to the hospital. i have no idea what i’m in for. 12 hours later im still in our apartment, totally at your mercy. i realized far too late why you’d been so eager to assist, and now i’m stuck on the bathroom floor trying to bring a 12lb baby to crown. i’m shouting and crying hysterically as each push wrenches me open, and there’s still a massive bulge sitting just inside. i’ve long given up on begging, the only help you’ll give is to hold my thighs wide apart so you can enjoy the show.

fuckkk anon, that sounds like the dream. getting the chance to see your huge belly everyday would already be great - i'd always be watching you, seeing how your struggle grows everyday, how you're constantly rubbing circles into your aching back and strained bump, hurting all over even before the contractions first started.

i have to bite my tongue when you say you're sick of being pregnant. i would love to see you like this a little longer, just to see how much more weight you'd be able to carry on your slim hips. but i also can't deny i'm excited for your labor. the desire to see you scream out your baby is far stronger than the wish to see you pregnant. so i help you kickstart your labor, and fuck the sight of you doubling over, moaning and panting in pain, every time a contraction hits, is just exquisite.

you're too busy riding out the waves of pain to notice my grin as i time your contractions and announce how short the pauses become, getting closer and closer to the real deal. i reach over to touch your massive belly every now and then, you lean into my hand not yet realising that it's not the touch of a friend trying to be supportive but more akin to a predator toying with its prey. i can't get enough of feeling your bump contracting harshly, and hearing you moan and grunt.

i keep up the act for so long, i start to internally laugh at your naive nature. only when you say it's time to go to the hospital and i flatly deny it, do you become suspicious. suspicion turns to nervousness when you insist and i still don't comply, and then slowly morphs into panic, the clearer it becomes i'm serious and not just playing a mean joke. you become frantic, your words become pleading. i find i enjoy it massively. you've sunken to your knees, the contractions too strong to stay standing, and you're clutching your distended, rippling belly, tears forming in your eyes. you're begging, you're begging for quite some time. you cry, panicked, when i force my fingers inside you to check your dilation - you're dilating fast.

it takes hours until you give up and surrender to your fate of being my own personal entertainment. by now you're too deep into labor to try and argue anymore anyway. your panting and moaning has turned to screaming and sobbing. transition was definitely one of my favorite things to witness - the most painful part of labor. the way you shrieked and thrashed, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. it lasted almost two hours, and i was thrilled the entire time, couldn't take my eyes off you for a single moment. i was kind of disappointed when it was over and you calmed down a little to take a breather. i decided you needed a proper birthing place - if you kept doing it here, our fine carpet might get dirty with your fluids. i dragged you to your feet, forcing you to walk to the bathroom despite the unbearable pressure in your pelvis. gravity brought the baby down faster.

and now we're here, on the bathroom floor. we have been for several hours now. the head is truly enormous, that bulge is probably the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. your skin stretched taut, an angry bruised red, and your lips fluttering around the top of the baby's head, trying to open up enough to let it pass. you've been trying for so long and still can barely get it crowning. i'm surprised you even got it all the way to your lips through your narrow hips if i'm honest.

your shouting and crying is music to my ears. your trembling, sweating body and your face scrunched up in agony are what my dreams are made of. i've watched you for twelve hours already, i'll gladly watch you for another twelve, or even more. i don't want it to end. i'll wait until you've got the head to a crown - i want to see how you react to the famous ring of fire, i want to see you writhe and wail as the burning stretch reaches its widest, most agonizing point -, i'll let you have that feeling of success for a few minutes because i'm not a monster, despite what you may think right now, you know? you can feel happy about your accomplishment. and when you've had your share, i'll place my hand on your bulging pussy.

didn’t i say i'd love to see you pregnant a bit longer but prefer seeing you suffer through labor? well, i realised... why choose when i can have both? i'll place my hand on the baby's head and give it a nice gentle shove. oh, the scream you let out as that white hot pain sears through your nether region up into your entire body will be glorious

#stretch answers #birth kink #painful birth #difficult birth #labor pain #labor kink #birth denial #mpreg birth #mpreg #adding a read more cut because this turned out relatively long! lol #i just really loved this #thanks anon

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yanderes-galore · 6 months

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I wanted to request a TFA swindle with a human reader with your yandere prompts 36 and 21

Sure! @okchijt helped me with the plot ^^ I took bits from it to create the story! Hope you enjoy.

Yandere! TFA! Swindle Prompts 36 + 21

"I'd hate to hurt you but... if you keep this up I might have to."

"Photos and trinkets only do so much, dear!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession at first sight, Stalking, Secret photo taking Manipulation, Kidnapping, Cybertronian/Human pairing, Forced "relationship".

Swindle couldn't get the thought of you out of his mind. He was just meant to be the get away driver of S.U.V and that was all. He could use these humans to his advantage and get paid.

However, during one heist, Swindle saw you. A poor civilian at the wrong place in the wrong time. He was so caught up with looking at you that he forgot he had to leave the scene before the S.U.V yelled at him.

Ever since then he hasn't been able to get you out of his head. His thoughts blink right back to you, making it rather difficult to do the work he made a deal to do. Even at the S.U.V hideout he couldn't clear his thoughts.

It didn't help that he just kept finding you everywhere. Every to every other heist he set out to do he ended up finding you in the crowd. He'd almost pity you...

However, these frequent sightings made him start to think it's fate.

You're easily one of the most illuring treasures he's ever seen. You have a rarity like no other. As a result... he wants you.

To ease his desires he decided to use the S.U.V to his advantage. With excellent charisma he managed to convince the human group you were important to their future missions. As a result... he needed pictures.

Many pictures.

Unsurprisingly to Swindle the group listened to him. Soon photos of the civilian he desires line the warehouse he took as a hideout with the group. Every photo so candid... it all made him giddy.

Swindle liked that he got a constant supply of photos. He even managed to convince them to steal small items from you. All of which was kept in a specific part of the warehouse, only for Swindle's eyes.

Anything of yours was considered priceless to him. He could stare at his collection for hours. Unfortunately, one thing was missing.

Swindle didn't have the real thing yet.

No matter how big his collection grew, it would never compare to you. If anything it all quickly became counterfeit compared to you. Which meant, once again, he asked S.U.V for a favor.

You were needed for a mission... so he needed you brought to the warehouse.

Swindle was pleasantly surprised, if not excited, when the group brought you in. There you were.. all tied up on a chair... staring at him with fear. How adorable!

However, your fear quickly transitioned into insults. As though this was your attempt to intimidate, you began insulting the S.U.V.

You called them laughable. You say they're unprofessional. While Swindle finds all of your points true and amusing... he could see Slo-Mo's frustration.

"I will not stand for such disrespect!" Slo-Mo spits, gaze turning to Swindle. "Make them learn their lesson if we need them so bad."

"A pleasure." Swindle answers, kneeling to you with glaring purple optics. You feel your blood run cold with how close he gets. "I'd hate to hurt you but... if you keep this up I might have to."

In response to the threat Swindle sees you remain silent, most likely in order not to anger him. The members of S.U.V seem satisfied and Swindle heaves a sigh when they finally leave, expecting him to threaten you.

Yet all Swindle wanted was to be alone with you.

"Well! Now that they're gone, we can finally speak." Swindle chirps, entire tone changing. "My sincerest apologies for the threat, it's all an act. I could never hurt my most priceless treasure."

You don't appear very reassured due to the situation. Unfortunately, your captor couldn't care less. He's always been thinking about only himself, after all.

He only cares about the fact his collection is finished. Now that he has you he can finally return to work. He doesn't care what happens now as long as he has his most priceless piece.

While the large Transformer is distracted it gives you time to take in your surroundings. You needed to find a way fo escape. You almost wish you didn't look once you saw what was on the walls.

You didn't find a way to escape...

But you found countless photos of you on the walls.

All of which taken when you were unaware.

Swindle can tell by your expression that you saw his collection. He could already tell the question in your head. In fact... he found himself grinning when you noticed all the photos.

"Photos and trinkets only do so much, dear!" Swindle explains in a chipper tone. "I just needed to have you as the final piece... MY final piece in MY collection. Photos can be copied endlessly... but the real thing is priceless."

Swindle's tone rumbles near the end as he reaches out to lightly stroke your cheek with a finger. His gaze is disturbingly obsessive as he grins down at you. You shake against his touch.

"Now that I have you... I plan to keep you all to myself." Swindle purrs before he picks your chair up. "There's no need to fret... I keep all my best pieces safe."

Swindle takes his time to remember the fear in your gaze as he holds you up.

"I'll have no one steal my most precious piece away from me."

#yandere transformers #yandere transformers animated #yandere tfa #yandere swindle #yandere tfa swindle

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64yrsold · 1 year

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you know where the city is

a bit different today! we're doing write anything that you want to week with @imightgetbetter <3 today's theme is early matty, so i decided to write about hearing "the city" on the radio for the first time :-) hope you all enjoy! - love, 64

I watched his hands jump over each other on the steering wheel, driving us around another winding curve. It was almost a spectacle, watching the light expose his bare arms, travel up his black t-shirt and crawl up his neck, then disappear before it could illuminate his mouth. Then he’d be covered in darkness again, until we reached the next street lamp.

“You can drop me home, if you’d like,” I offered, turning down the radio so he could hear me.

“Come on, stop it,” he frowned, glancing over to me, “We can stay out as long as you want.”

“I think my parents-“

“They’re fine,” he interrupted, reaching a hand to squeeze my knee, “They like me, don’t they?”

“Maybe not after tonight,” I quipped, rolling the window down. The air here always felt like a childhood memory, like after-school walks and first kisses. I liked the way it blew against his curls, frizzing the ends. He pushed a few strands behind his ear.

“I’ll get you home soon,” he sighed, hand firmly planted against my thigh, “Just wanted to show you one thing.”

"Oh, are you surprising me?" my voice wavered with excitement. He nodded, bottom lip wet as he smiled.

"I was out driving with the guys-"

"I don't want to know," I said quickly, earning a boyish giggle.

"No, it was very innocent, babe. I'm behaving, I promise," he stated, but his grin said otherwise. He looked at me from the corner of his eye, finding me unconvinced, "Whatever, I'll just show you."

"You boys need to focus on the band," I scolded, fingers tracing his cuticles.

He scoffed, "You know how committed I am."

"Mhm," I hummed, "You're very good, you know."

"I know," he half-joked. His palm opened around the steering wheel as he turned a corner. Trees were thick on either side of the road, the pavement transitioning to gravel.

"Where the fuck are we going," I whined, "Is this where you finally murder me in the woods?"

"Yeah, I've got the axe in the back," he nodded, slapping my thigh playfully. The radio was cutting out, fizzling with static as we drove further into the wooded area. I changed the station, trying to find one that was intelligible. We approached a clearing, and I switched the station once more, hand frozen when I heard a familiar punctuated bass drum. He slammed on the brakes. I lurched forward, hand against the dash.

"Is this..." I paused, staring at him with parted lips. He threw the car in park, tangling his hands in his hair.

"Holy shit," he whispered, stars in his eyes, "Holy shit!"

"What the fuck!" I yelled, grabbing him by the shoulders.

"What the fuck!" he returned, jaw hanging open. I could see the tears rimming his waterline, and he quickly covered his face with his hands. "I sent this song to every fucking station I know, but nobody got back to me, I-" He interrupted himself with a guttural scream. I screamed back at him, the car reverberating with his voice on the radio.

He dropped his hands to my neck, searching my face wildly. My face was aching from my splitting grin, my pulse crawling up my ears.

"This is it," I mumbled, tears stinging behind my eyes, "This is really it."

"I can't fucking believe it," he cried, grabbing my jaw and pulling my mouth to his. He laughed against my lips, emotions swirling between us. He kissed every unspoken word into my mouth, and I could taste the excitement like pennies on my tongue. He pulled back to scream the chorus, and I joined him, chanting the words wholeheartedly. I dropped my head on his shoulder, finding a sky of milky stars mirroring the faint lights of the city below.

"Don't forget me when you're all rich and famous," I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his.

"Couldn't if I tried, love," he smiled, "How could I ever forget this?"

#write anything that you want to week #early matty #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy oneshot #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #64matty

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otakusheep15 · 7 months

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Obey Me Flufftober Day 5

Prompt: Reunion

Pairing: Asmodeus x reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 613

A/n: Welcome to day 5 everyone! I've been really looking forward to writing some Asmo fluff, as I feel it is sorely lacking in comparison to angst and smut with him.

Going back to the human world was always difficult for you. For one, the transition from Devildom to human world was rough, as the two were just so different. One minute you were in a fantasy world filled with interesting creatures and strange magic, and the next you were stuck in your average, mundane life. It gave you serious tonal whiplash, but that wasn't even the worst part. No, the worst part was being away from all of your friends, and especially your beloved Asmodeus. Any time you would leave, you missed him dearly. Of course, you would call and text him whenever you could, but it just couldn't compare to seeing him in person.

Luckily, you were scheduled to return to the Devildom soon. It would still be about a week, but you were so close. Plus, you've already been gone for almost three months, so what's another week at this point? Hopefully it goes by quick, but you suspect that it'll drag on like every other week has so far.

The week did, in fact, drag on. You could practically feel every second tick by as you waited and waited. It was absolute torture, but you knew it would pay off soon. And, by the sound of your phone going off, it seems Asmo feels the same way you do. As per usual, he's begging you to come back early, or to let him come and see you, but you both know you can't to either. Both of you have responsibilities to attend to right now, and it would be much to complicated for you to carve time out of your schedule to see him early. In the mean time, you settle with seeing him over FaceTime, and for a while it feels normal.

Finally, after what felt like centuries, it's time to go back to the Devildom. More specifically, it's time to see Asmo again. You can barely contain your excitement as you're teleported to the Student Council room. As many times as you've done this, you've never been able to shake the giddy feeling you get when you return. Not that you would ever want to, of course.

You land in the middle of the room as always, and the first thing you hear is a squeal of delight, followed by the sound of running. Before you can comprehend what is happening, you're engulfed in a pair of arms, though this was to be expected. Asmo wraps you tight in his embrace, and you doubt he'll let go any time soon. His brothers are quick to follow, although much calmer than he. You attempt to greet the others, but Asmo is quick to draw your attention back to him. This happens every time, so no one bothers trying to stop him anymore.

Asmo nuzzles into you affectionately, speaking about how much he missed having you with him. You let him talk, letting his words sink in as you adjust to being back where you belong. Back in the Devildom, and back in Asmo's arms. Despite his loud voice right next to your ear, you're at complete peace.

As Asmo continues to rant about all of the activities he has planned out for you to do together, you lean into him, content to stay like this for as long as life would allow. Apparently, life would not allow long as Lucifer decided now was the time to return to the House of Lamentation. That was fine with you. Going back to the house means returning to Asmo's room, where you can stay with him in peace. You couldn't think of a better way to spend your first day back home.

#obey me asmodeus #shall we date obey me #obey me #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #obey me fluff #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #asmodeus headcanons #asmodeus x reader #gender neutral reader #obey me mc #gender neutral mc

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defiledtomb · 1 year

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Ouroboros: Progress

I haven't written one of these in forever, so it's slightly clunky, but I aim to have one of these out at least every quarter, if not monthly. Let's dive into it! Spoiler warning for the sneak peeks at the bottom.

What I got done since last month:

After the update drop, I took some time off the main story to prevent the budding burnout. I’m sure you are well aware of my malaise by now- it's a constant effort to stay on the tightrope.

I don't think I brought it up explicitly but when I started writing Ouroboros it was me riding the high of becoming a person again right after years long sick leave and battle with mental health, meaning that while I am absolutely thrilled that I'm getting so much out of life again, that fragile part of me still lives on and I have to take care not to let it get the best of me, and that means constant vigilance and self-compassion. Writing a project this big could easily be a full time job on its own, but I also have to account for going back to the workforce after being gone for so long. It's tough! irl work/life keeps amping up and will continue to eat my energy. Though, come summer, I might actually have some good news on my schedule and how my writing will fit into that. Fingers crossed.

Otherwise I have really enjoyed interacting and goofing around with you on tumblr again, and I’ve had a blast just reading and playing games. It was a very welcomed break. I still got a lot done regarding Ouroboros:

- Got started on all the short stories you voted on, and built the framework of code for how stories will be unlocked as you progress the story.

- I got some much needed help with setting up a side-blog for writing content only; it’s getting there! Soon Ouro will have its own space.

- I added about 3k words to the next chunk of act 1. A drop in the ocean, but progress is progress.

- I started sneak-writing on the next act and specifically, the underwater/caving chapter. I am so excited for it! Besides writing and hiking, diving and caving are core parts of my interests. (Didn't I once say that Ouro is disgustingly self indulgent? x] Because it sure is.)

What’s next:

I am still taking it slow, since most of act 1 pt2 is already written (60k words ish), and I have some responsibilities I’m gonna need to devote my time to. My goals for February are leading up to Ouro’s first anniversary, so I want to prepare something fun for us to enjoy! If it will be a chunk of update or something else remains to be decided. On the 8th of March we ride.

My priorities for February are:

-having fun with the short stories

-get the sideblog up and running with a new FAQ and character pages, and a new intro post.

-solidify the code and scene transitions for the next update

- (stretch goal) edit/rewrite/add to the unhinged mess that the next update still is

Re: bug reports

Thankfully, last update was relatively bug free, but there are still a few reports sitting in my inbox waiting for changes, mainly

-the egregious oversight of having id's romance scenes appearing although the hunter is committed to L/not in the poly. More on that here.

-the questions with Iontif cutting off short in one path

-a section of the flashback with wrong pronouns + other pronoun variables not displaying correctly (the bane of my existence!!)

Thank you to those who reported these, I always note them down if I don't fix them directly. The reason why I am almost always tardy on bug fixes is because I'm treating this as a first draft that will be rewritten; it makes little sense to dedicate so much time to fixing things that will need to be fixed again. I do them when I have little else I want/have to do. I'm sorry! Triaging problem areas is essential to keeping this show going. I hope that it isn't too invasive to have a few errors in the scenes; rest assured that they will get fixed (eventually 🤡)

Re: save system

Something that has really bothered me lately, is thinking about CoG's obstinate refusal to implement save systems. I absolutely won't release Ouroboros without one, as with how much variation goes into the story (and knowing from first-hand experience playing large games, that one miss-click (or that horrendous bug that chooses options for you if you even look at it wrong) will have you go down a path you didn’t want, or you are faced with starting over, which sometimes leads to such fatigue that you just…stop playing.) it feels like shooting yourself in the foot to not have one. And worse, it feels plain cruel to subject the reader to that. There isn’t any possible way to fit every nuance of a choice into the box-text, or to imply a delayed outcome as a result of making a choice that seems very “innocent” at first glance.

So I stand before a really difficult decision; either code a save system from the bottom up, and I would have to do that sooner rather than later, or port the game to twine which brings its own bundle of problems. Right now I honestly no idea what I want to do, and I have to admit that it fuels a bit of writer's block as I feel locked in place until I come to a decision. Heurgh.

Now for the fun part. Sneak peeks!

I wont share the latter parts as they are still... Unhinged. But the next update isn't just romance, its weapons and insidious cults and fighting, too. More on that, later.

Thanks for your support, your kind words and for sharing your journey in Ouro. It means the world to me. I’m serious!

#ouroboros-if #interactive fiction #hosted games #dev log #writers update #progress report #me throwing every possible tag on this post cause I can't remember which one I actually use: random bullshit go!#And now :] DARK AND DARKER BABEEEEYY #please let me know if you use a screen reader and it doesn't pick up the text <3

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Pigeon Scratch Music Update, Late 2023 Edition!

Wasn't intending on not posting a single update on how things are going for over half a year, but that is just how the turn tables I suppose. A little bit of laziness and procrastination, a little bit of art block, stressing myself to near breaking point on multiple occasions, both in music making and overall life stuff. Summertime this year was pretty damn rough, the lowest my mental health had been for a while, and the next couple of months were just trying to bounce back from that. During that time at least I've been able to have a healthier relationship with music. Both in how I feel about my own work, but also in how I enjoy music by others. I've been able to get back into the swing of things. Now it's just procrastination. Let's start with some of the tracks for Northern Minnesota, Part II.

The most recent song I've been working on is with the working title "Fargo Breakdown." About five minutes long, the general gist for this song is to be a slow build with more guitars and drums added onto itself with every repeat. A really big shoegaze-y, post-rock, wall of sound style crescendo that just abruptly ends and sharply transitions into the next song. Current plans is to have this be the first song on the album, with "Pretty Pink Eyes," what I used to affectionately call "The Long Song" going right after it. Can't call it that anymore because now we got at least two songs that are over ten minutes long.

As I've grown more comfortable working on Ableton, and understanding how to more properly produce on it, I've grown accustomed to a more wall of sound approach for this album. It fits perfectly with the genres of music I am making here. Working on this song, as well as The First Snowfall (more about that track and Pretty Pink Eyes later), has actually been helping me determine the kind of style and tone I want, something I'm more comfortable settling on than I was with what I had for Pretty Pink Eyes and The First Snowfall a year ago. One thing I've realized while working on this album is genuinely how well Post-Rock goes with the concept of suffering with OCD, escapism, gender dysphoria, stuff along those lines. And I'm really excited about the idea of mixing my style in more with that genre. Post-Rock has always been such a massive inspiration for me, so I hope I can do it justice with my own little spin on it.

"Muni" is one I can't exactly remember if I did ever post about it here on Tumblr. I did scroll through my entire blog and checked my tags just to make sure, but I didn't see anything. Started working on this track earlier in the year, I believe after my Vancouver trip. About seven minutes long, this is definitely more of a two-parter of a song, in vain to Pretty Pink Eyes and The First Snowfall being multiple parts in a track. Starts off as a slow somber piece with a ton of reverb and cymbals crashing, and the second half being another breakdown. Plans is to have this track on the latter half on the album, almost right before the final couple of tracks. Honestly not much more to say about this, it's just a damn solid track that really came out of nowhere. I think a good thing about Northern Minnesota, Part II is that it's more focused on longer songs than amount of tracks. Focusing on a couple of songs at a time instead of a bunch of one to two minute long tracks really lets me work on the smaller details of these songs to sound exactly how I want them too. I'd also have to assume it's easier for some listeners to listen to a ten track long album than a twenty-five track long album, even if they are about the same length. I just think it's cool I can actually make longer songs.

"Actually Leaving" Is the only song that has been released in full, albeit as an old demo version on EFMC Vol. 2. It also has been shown in full on my Tumblr page as well, over a year ago. Track used to only be two guitar tracks and a drum track, but I decided for the breakdown bit at the end to double the tracks just to get that wall of sound I desire. Still planning to have this be the last song of the album, since it's such a great end piece. Especially now, since Fargo Breakdown and Actually Leaving both have the same vibe, and I like the idea of all the tracks being similar enough to each other to really feel like a concept album. These tracks have different chord progressions and arrangements, different pacings, but very similar ideas for the base. My main concern with Northern Minnesota, Part II is just making sure nothing is filler, and nothing sounds too samey, while also sounding like it all belongs on the same album. All the main songs I've been working on as of late, the ones that have and will be shown here, are very much based on some sort of build up and breakdown, crescendo type of song. Personally though, I think each breakdown I've done in these songs are different from one another. Each showcase a different style of crescendo. At the end of the day, its okay for some of these songs to sound similar to each other because this is a concept album in heart. And it's especially okay since I'm planning on these songs to be related to each other's concepts. Lyrics, arrangements, even song titles. I want to go crazy with the song titles especially, because I'm a fan of complexity in titles. There is gonna be a lot of part II's in parenthesis and reprisals in brackets, vice versa. Just makes me stupid giddy over the idea of it.

The First Snowfall is one of my absolute favorites on this album. The arpeggio melody in the beginning, the first breakdown with the noisy leads similar to Godspeed You! Black Emperor, the jam session in the middle, and the wall of sound, noise, and reverb at the end as it just gets faster and faster in each second. This song was an absolute blast to make, as well as incredibly difficult and painful. Specifically at the end with the increasing tempo. Playing that on guitar and drums and trying my damn best to keep up was really hard, but I think the sloppiness at the end works really well in its favor. Planning this to be the second to last track of the album, right before Actually Leaving. About ten minutes long. I'm a little concerned that going from the wall of sound to another breakdown might screw up the pacing a little bit, but the times I have listened to the transition, It works pretty well. If I do need to put a trick in between, I'm sure I can figure something out, but we'll see later on when I got more songs to work on.

I remember talking about "Pretty Pink Eyes" on my Tumblr literally a year ago, at the time I'm writing this. That image of Ableton didn't have this many tracks, that's for certain. For the past year I've been struggling with how this song sounded in comparison to everything else. That struggle only got worse as time went on, when I started songs like The First Snowfall, Muni, and especially Fargo Breakdown. This was the first song I started working on alongside Actually Leaving, back in late June of 2022. That was during the time I was still learning how to use Ableton, and how to use it exclusively, no Audacity. Because of that, it just sounded completely different no matter what I tried, and my confidence in music making severely plummeted. There came a point where this song no longer sounded like a song to me, and it sounded worse each time I tried.

At the end of last month I finally realized what my big problem was. It was how I was trying to fix it. Working on old varnish doesn't make things better. They don't mix well. I was working on set ups for tracks that I did a year ago, give or take. It didn't matter if I added another guitar track, or if I changed the distortion or the amount of reverb, or even if I included audio recordings of the song through my speakers into the mix, it wasn't gonna sound like how I wanted it to. I had to start from scratch. I kinda knew this for a while, but I was so afraid to do so due to how hard of a task I thought that would be, and I was afraid I wasn't gonna get exactly what I wanted. There were parts I thought that fit the album well already, and there was the thought it'd be pointless to just restart in that department. But again, there came a point where I just said screw it, and just do it. Wouldn't hurt to try. So I created a copy of the project, got rid of all the audio effects, and reset all the volumes and channels, and started from scratch. And holy hell, the entire song sounds so much better, and more accurate to what I wanted for the album. The amount of relief I felt after finishing the base of the mixing in just a week was literally indescribable, and it felt really good to have been able to do it without that much hassle. Three part song, with three breakdown parts. About eleven minutes long. It's finally the wall of sound I've always wanted it to be. And that makes me incredibly happy. Plans for it to go right after Fargo Breakdown. Whenever this album release, remind me to never work on the same song for over a year and a half ever again. That shit was fucking brutal.

Here is the current tracklist. For clarification, this is nowhere near a finished tracklist, both in order and amount. I want to fill in the middle part of this album more. I just tend to focus on the beginning and end the most. I got plans for a song that will also be ten minutes long that would go right before The First Snowfall. A more slower piece, similar to Snow Globes right before Basketball Shoes by Black Country, New Road. All of these songs shown here, except Actually Leaving, will include lyrics or at least vocals of some kind. I will probably release an instrumental version of this album in the future, whenever the album comes out. I really thought I was gonna release this album this year. That's kinda funny. Soon, I'll probably release some snippets of these tracks onto here, just for fun. Don't expect anything much, probably just thirty second pieces of my favorite parts of these tracks. I might as well tease a little bit more than I have been, eh? Thanks for reading this painfully long post. I appreciate it.

#pigeonscratch #pigeonscratchmusic #northernminnesotapart2 #victoriasisland #bandcamp #image described #i wish i was kaiju #after kaiju #ableton #musicproduction #musicmaking #iwiwk #furrymusic #furry music #pigeon scratch #post rock

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dayumbxxch · 24 days

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The Frozen Secrets of Twilight pt-2

Pt-1

Just as March begins, spring break ends the night before (name) starts going to Forks. Edward walks into her room.

"Hey bug."

(Name) hums in response to the nickname, continuing her double-checking of her school bag and her outfit for tomorrow.

Edward senses the anticipation and stressful tension, leaning against her desk. "Don't stress so much; it's just high school," he offers, his voice a reassuring presence in the room. A dry laugh escapes from (name)'s lips as she runs her hand through her hair. "What if I spill my lunch on me? Or, uh, shout the wrong answer in class? How am I supposed to make friends after half of the year is over?"

The worry lines on her forehead deepen as she contemplates the daunting challenges ahead. Edward chuckles lightly, nudging her shoulder. "Hey, it's not as dramatic as it seems. You'll do just fine, and making friends will happen naturally. Plus, you've got me to help you along the way." His attempt at humor earns a small smile from (name), a flicker of reassurance in the face of the unknown. With a comforting pat on (name)'s shoulder, Edward straightens up from the desk, sensing the weight of the impending transition. "You'll be alright," he reassures, leaving (name) to her thoughts as he exits the room.

As the sun rises on a gloomy day just like the rest, (name) slams her hand on her alarm clock to shut off the annoying sound disturbing her peaceful slumber. With a yawn she swings her legs over the edge of her bed. Stepping on to the cold wooden floor gives her goosebumps as she gets out of the warmth of her bed. A yawn can't help but escape while (name) walks down the hallway to get breakfast.

"Hey hon I made some (f/f)." "Thanks!" Esme sets a plate in front of a seat just as (name) sits down. After a short breakfast (name) rushes to get ready fearing she might run out of time.

The outfit (name) originally picked out didn't feel quite right, so now she sits on the floor surrounded by an array of different clothes. With determination in her eye she picks out a pair of jeans and a cute gray long sleeve shirt. (Name) picks up her favorite necklace on her way to fix her hair.

"Bug, hurry up! Everyone else is ready!" Edward's voice echoes from the doorway, backpack in hand.

"It's her first day, chillax," Alice interjects casually as Emmett and Rosalie stride out to their car.

Finally, (name) emerges from her room and rushes towards the front door. "Okay, let's go!" she declares, a mix of excitement and nerves evident in her demeanor.

The usual Cullens walk towards the school doors with some unknow girl in tow. "Is that girl new I haven't seen her before?" Bella asks her friend Jessica and she glances over at the Cullens. "I think so..I haven't seen her around before. Are there, like, more of them that we don't know about?"

Classes fly by for (name), since she has every class with Edward they talk through almost every class until it came to Biology.

"Excuse me. Um, sorry, but that's my seat," a voice interrupts (name)'s thoughts. Startled, she snaps around to face a girl who seems determined to claim the seat.

"Oh, uh, I'm so sorry. I was told—" (name) begins to explain, but before she can finish, Edward intervenes. "Mr. Molina said she could sit here," he asserts, coming to his sister's defense.

A slightly hurt look crosses the girl's face before she decides to seek clarification from the teacher. The atmosphere in the classroom becomes tense as a few words are exchanged between the girl and Mr. Molina. The teacher then points to the back of the class, signaling a change in seating arrangements. Throughout the class, (name) couldn't shake the feeling of someone's gaze lingering on her. It created a subtle discomfort that even Edward, seated nearby, couldn't alleviate. The awareness of being watched cast a shadow over the otherwise ordinary classroom setting, leaving (name) on edge as she tried to focus on the lesson.

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cowboyjen68 · 2 years

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How do you know when you're in love with a woman? I've been friends with an amazing butch for ages now and this year things transitioned quite beautifully from friendship to something more. We have enough in common to connect, but enough differences to help each other grow and balance each other out. She has a great sense of humor and we laugh all the time but she also holds space for me when I am having more difficult feelings and I'm trying to do the same for her. My life is so much brighter and more beautiful with her in it and I think I might be in love with her but I'm so nervous about telling her if it's too soon. How do you know when it's really love? How do you know when to say it?

I have only been in love twice and only REALLY once where it was deep and connected well beyond the physical and topical enjoyment of her company.

I think we each have a slight bit of a different gauge on when we decide to tell the other woman. I was just to the point, when I first told her I loved her that to hold it in any longer felt almost like lying. Like hiding something so special it was not fair of me to keep it to myself. I literally felt like it HAD to be said. AND I didn't really care if she said it back or felt the same way, I just NEEDED her to know. She deserved to know.

I knew /know I love her because everything she talks about, especially if she is passionate about it, interests me. Even if the subject is nothing I really care about, when she is excited or animated by it I could listen all day. She could talk about her pet rock and I would be like "Go on..!" because it brings me joy when she is happy. I love her voice, I watch her nose wrinkle when she makes a point.

If she fulfills you even in times of quiet or worry. When you have one of those days where you have had enough people, life, job news etc and she is the person you still want in your space you might be in love.

If you think of her as your person. The one sure person who is on your side even if you don't agree you know she will be by your side and won't be judgy or mean when the "I told you so" moment comes to pass you might be in love.

When I think of love it is that connection of physical excitement at her presence, the smile that I get when I think of her. Love is never a guaranteed two way street but I have never been able to feel a connection with a woman who was also feeling connected with me. I need mutal attraction and equal emotional attachment to continue to deepen my feelings.

You can't know how she feels but you do know how you feel and if it feels like you want to tell her then TELL HER. She is special enough to you that she deserves to hear to you express your love. Even if you are unsure how deep it is, it is okay to not fully understand love. I don't think any of us every do. She makes you happy, you enjoy seeing her happy and that means a lot is this world.

#lesbian #love #dating #romance

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sarahisgay01 · 2 years

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If requests are open may I request some top!robin Buckley smut where she tops trans!girl reader with a praise kink, maybe with Nancy catching them and joining topping the reader?

Yes you most certainly can! I do wanna say that I’ve never written anything like this before SO if something isn’t correct PLEASE tell me!! I want to write this because I know there’s not a lot of trans!reader smut and trans readers deserve representation too🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

Anyway, I’m going to do a part 2 soon on Nancy walking in!!

Hope you enjoy!!😊💖

Minors DNI (You know the drill, 18+ Only!!!)

My Girl

Top!Robin x Trans!girl bottom!reader (Somewhat Modern)

Notes: Reader is AMAB and transitioned hormonally before puberty, also SLIGHT mention of religious trauma

You had grown up in a small town, making it hard for you to transition into the girl you are today. Growing up in a small conservative town made it hard for people to grasp your name change and why you were wearing “girls” clothing. You came out as transgender at eight years old, crying and sobbing to your parents in your living room. Your dad was the one who comforted you, while your mom yelled at you and said God made you how you were supposed to be made. This was the reason your parents got divorced and you lived full time with your dad. He helped you transition immediately after the conversation and took you to see doctors about hormonal treatments. You transitioned before puberty started, so it was easier for you to pass as the girl you knew you were. You were now 18 and your dad got a new job in a town called, Hawkins, Indiana. The move felt strange, especially it being the summer before your senior year, but you were excited to attend a high school where nobody knew you. Nobody knew anything about you and nobody knew your secret.

The first day of school, you made friends with a girl in the marching band, named Robin. When you first saw her, you thought she was the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. She was in your first period class and sat next to you, then just started talking to you. Robin never even introduced herself, you didn’t know her name until the teacher called role. You realized early on that she was a talker, but you loved it, the sound of her voice made you melt. After a week or so, she introduced you to all of her close friends. You met Steve before everyone else because you liked to visit Robin at Family Video and Steve was always there when Robin was. When you met Nancy, you thought your heart skipped a beat, she was just so beautiful. You also met Eddie, you both got along really well, you found him really funny and you were both potheads. Robin was really happy you liked everyone and everyone liked you. After a couples months of getting close with the four of them, you hung out with at least one of them after school every day. After seeing Robin almost every day for months, you developed a major crush on her, but you were too scared to do anything about it. You weren’t even sure she liked girls in the first place and even if she did, what would she think of you when she finds out your secret. These thoughts started eating you alive, you felt like you were lying to her by not telling her. One night when you were at Steve’s, you finally decided that you had to at least tell her that you liked girls. You were watching a movie with her and Steve, but you weren’t really focused on it. Throughout the movie you were biting your lip and picking at your fingers anxiously. Robin noticed and grabbed your hands and said, “(Y/N), are you okay?” You shook your head, no and tears filled your eyes. Her eyes and tone softened, she asked, “Do you wanna go talk about it?” You nodded your head, yes and she took your hand, then brought you upstairs to one of Steve’s guest bedrooms. Steve saw you were upset, so he didn’t question why you and Robin had left. When you got into the guest bedroom, she closed the door and you started to cry. She rushed over to you and said, “Hey, I’m here, (Y/N), it’s okay. You can talk to me about anything, okay? What’s wrong?” In this moment, you just let everything slip, you were too emotional to hold everything back. You rambled and said, “I’ve been- I’ve been hiding a lot of stuff about myself from you. Robin, I- I- like girls, I’m- I’m a lesbian.” She nods her head and says, “Oh, (Y/N), you have nothing to worry about. I’m also a lesbian, so don’t worry about that, okay? You’re completely safe with me.” You say, “Oh, uh- that’s not- that’s not all. I also- I uh- I like you, Robin. As uh- As more than a friend” and then you looked away from her. Your eyes were looking down at the ground, not wanting to see her reaction to what you had just confessed. She smiled and said, “(Y/N), can you look at me, please?” You hesitantly looked up and she said, “(Y/N), I like you too. I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I’ve been crushing on you since the day I met you.” She noticed you started crying more and you said, “Robin, there’s- there’s more.” Robin said “Okay. Relax for me, (Y/N), okay? I’m not going to judge you for anything, I’m not that person, you know that.” You nodded and said, “Well- um- I’m not- I’m not fully a girl, Rob. I’m- I’m transgender and I understand if that makes you not like me anymore, it-” Your ramble was interrupted by Robin’s lips crashing into yours. She released and said, “Sorry, I just- I didn’t know how to make you stop talking.” You said, “So uh- you don’t- you don’t care?” Robin shakes her head and says, “No, why would I? You’re a girl, (Y/N), just like me. I like you and that’s not going to change just because you weren’t biologically born a female.” You smiled and kissed her, you were beaming with happiness at her reaction to everything.

You both sat in Steve’s room for about half an hour, kissing and eventually, Robin pulled away. She said, “(Y/N), do you- do you want to be my girlfriend?”, you smiled, nodded, and then kissed her. Now you were both beaming and you said, “You want to go tell Steve, don’t you?” Robin blushed, then hesitantly nodded her head, you giggled and said, “Lets go tell him then, sweetheart.” Her face turned red at the nickname and then she ran out the guest bedroom, then down the stairs. She was yelling, “Steve! Steve! I have news, I have news! (Y/N) and I have news, Steve!” You follow her into the living room and she says, “(Y/N) and I are dating! (Y/N) likes girls!” Then you wrapped your arms around her and give her a kiss on the cheek. Steve smiles and says, “Thank god! I’ve been waiting for this for over a month! (Y/N), Robin would never shut up about you, almost all of her rambles were about you! I’m so happy you like her back and you both are dating.” You smiled, then said, “Oh, she rambled about me?” and Steve said, “All. The. Time.” You giggled and kissed one of Robin’s red hot cheeks. The three of you finished watching the movie and then Steve drove both you and Robin home.

It had been a couple weeks since that night at Steve’s and you fell in love with Robin more every day. You told her a couple of days ago that you loved her and you wanted to be more intimate with her. She happily agreed and said, “Well, lucky for you, (Y/N), my parents are going out of town this weekend.” You smiled and said, “Lucky timing. I can’t wait, sweetheart.” It’s now Friday night, you biked over to Robin’s house after she got off work. When you arrived, you were so glad you had the whole house to yourself. She brought you up to her room and kissed you, then lightly pushed you onto her bed. You giggled and she got on top of you, then kissed you deeper. When she released from the kiss you opened your eyes and looked into hers. Her normal light blue eyes were barely visible behind her blown out pupils. She said, “(Y/N), you’re so beautiful” and then started to kiss your neck. Robin found a tender spot and started to suck on it, eliciting a moan from your mouth. After sucking a dark bruise on your neck, she said, “(Y/N), your moans are so pretty, baby. I want to hear them all, don’t hold back for me, okay?” You nodded and she said, “Good girl”, which made you squirm. She said, “Oh? Does my pretty girl like being praised?” and you rapidly nodded her head. Robin said, “Use your words for me, sweet girl” and you said “Y- Yes, I like- I like being praised.” She grinned and said, “That’s my good girl.” You squirmed again and she said, “I’ll get there pretty girl, be a good girl and be patient for me, (Y/N).” She bit her lip as she heard you let out a small whine. You said, “I’ll be a good girl for you, Rob. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” She kissed your forehead and said, “I know, sweet girl.” Then she moved and kissed you again, she tugged at your shirt, asking you if she could take it off. You nodded your head and she released from the kiss, then you helped her take it off of you. Robin said, “Is it okay if I take this off too, baby?” as she plays with your bra strap. You nod your head and breathily said, “Please.” She grinned and said, “Good girl for using your words, sweet girl.” You squirmed at the praise and Robin unclasped your bra, then stared at your bare chest with her bottom lip in between her teeth.

She looked up at you and said, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful (Y/N). You’re so beautiful.” You said, “Please touch me, Rob. Please” and that’s all you had to say before she leaned down and started flicking one of your nipples with her tongue. Your hips bucked up and you loudly moaned “Fuck, Robin!” She smiled as she heard her name come out of your mouth and that she could feel you getting hard underneath her. Robin moved her mouth over to your other nipple, giving it the same attention and your hips started to buck up more into her. She stopped playing with your nipple, then giggled and said, “Someone wants to be touched, hmmm?” You said, “Please, Robin! Please! I need you to touch me, please!” and she replied “Only cause you’ve been such a good girl for me, (Y/N).” Robin moved down your body and said, “Is it okay, if I take off-”, you interrupted her, saying “Yes, please take it all off, please!” Robin giggled again and said, “Alright, that answered my question.” She got up and stood between your legs at the end of the bed, then undid your jeans. You lifted your hips and she pulled down them down, along with your underwear. Her jaw dropped when she saw you laying in front of her fully naked and she said, “(Y/N), you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I love you so much, you’re so beautiful, sweet girl.” You smiled and said, “Thank you, Rob. I love you too, sweetheart.” Robin sat on her heels in between your legs and said, “Fuck your cock is so beautiful, sweet girl”, then started to stroke it. You moaned “So good! Feels so good Robin!” and she said “I’m glad sweet girl, I’m glad I can make you feel good.” Robin continued stroking your beautiful cock and after about a minute, you moaned out “Robin, I’m close! I’m close!” Robin looked at you and said, “Be a good girl and cum all over my hand, baby.” A couple seconds later, you loudly moaned, “Fuck Robin! Fuck! Fuck! Robin!” and then came all over her hand. She smiled as your chest was moving rapidly up and down. Then she went a grabbed a towel she put on her nightstand earlier. Robin wiped your cum off her hand and then cleaned off your pretty cock with the towel. You said, “Fuck, that felt so good. Thank you, sweetheart” and she said, “No need to thank me, baby. I’d do it all again to hear those pretty moans come out of your mouth.” Your cheeks turned bright red and you said in a shy voice, “Maybe next time you can do more than just stroke my cock?” Robin’s face is also turned bright red and she said “Like- Like w- what?” You could tell she was flustered and you loved teasing her when she was like this. Your eyes caught hers and you said, “Hmmm, you could ride me? I can stuff you full of my pretty cock, sweetheart. How does that sound for next time?” Robin whimpered and said “S- Sounds g- g- good. S- Sounds really really good, (Y/N).” You hum and say, “Good, I can’t wait, sweetheart”, then you give her a kiss on the cheek. After a couple minutes, she said, “Do you want to take a shower with me, sweet girl? I still need to shower from after work, but I couldn’t wait to see you tonight. We can cuddle afterwards too!” You nodded your head and said, “I’d love that, Rob.” Robin excitedly went to start the shower and get the water warm for the both of you.

When she returned back to her room, she grabbed your hand and brought you into the steamy bathroom. You both got in the shower and washed yourselves clean. You tried your best not to get distracted by Robin’s body, but it was too beautiful. Robin kept rolling her eyes as you kept gawking at her and you both would giggle. After the shower, you both got dressed in pajamas and then cuddled in bed. You nuzzled your head into Robin’s chest and one of her hands was tangled in your hair, playing with it. You said, “Rob?” and she responded back, “Mhmmm?” Your eyes started to tear up and you said, “Thank you for loving me, for me.” She looked down at you and saw some tears rolling down your face, then planted a kiss on the top of your head. Robin said, “(Y/N), you don’t need to thank me for loving who you are. I don’t care that you biologically weren’t born a female, you are a female to me. (Y/N), you are my beautiful girlfriend and I love you.” Your tears turn into sobs of happiness, which makes Robin panic. She says, “Shit (Y/N), did I say something wrong? I’m sorry if I did. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry!” and you look up at her with a smile on your face. You say, “No, no, sweetheart, you didn’t say anything wrong! You’re just so perfect and nobody’s ever made me feel this loved in my whole life.” Robin kissed your head and said, “Aw baby! I promise to make you feel loved and appreciated every day, okay?” You nod and she kisses your head again, then starts to play with your hair, like she was before, trying to calm you down. She hears you take a big yawn and says, “You tired, pretty girl?” You mumble the word, “Sleepy” and she’s trying not to freak out at how cute your tired voice is. She decided she would ramble to Steve about it at work tomorrow. Robin said, “Okay, sweet girl. Lets go to sleep” and she turned off the lamp that was on the nightstand next to her. You mumbled a “Goodnight, I love you” and Robin said, “Goodnight, sweet girl. I love you more.” Robin kissed you on the top of your head and then played with your hair until you both fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning, you almost started crying again at the way you felt so safe and loved with your girlfriend’s arms wrapped around you.

I hope you liked it!!🥺💖

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prince-honeypaw · 2 years

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may i request more baby shinsou or tamaki, with their mentors??

♡ The world needs more baby Tamaki and Dad Gum, and I am all too happy to supply it. I will admit that I had a lot of trouble with this one for some reason, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

♡ Bonus Headcanon: Tamaki is adopted! He was passed around a few foster homes during his first year at UA before Taishiro took him on as an intern. The stress from being swapped from home to home did not work well with the stress of hero work, so Taishiro decided that Tamaki needed a solid and secure home life to truly thrive.

♡ So, Taishiro signed the papers and became Tamaki's legal guardian without a second thought.

♡ It was awfully surprising for Tamaki to be adopted by his mentor, but he'd be lying if he said that Taishiro was wrong. He was significantly less skittish in the field without worrying about where he'd be living in the next month or so.

♡ However, being in such close quarters did mean that Tamaki's new guardian quickly learned about just how deep the boy's anxiety went. He gladly sprung to get Tamaki into therapy and was abundantly supportive of any coping methods he wanted to try!

♡ Regression was just one of the few methods that really stuck for Tamaki, and far be it from Taishiro to stop him from doing whatever helped. In fact, he took on the transition from guardian to caregiver as easy as one, two, three!

♡ Taishiro has trouble leaving Tamaki at home alone even if he isn't supposed to have little time! The thought of him regressing alone is enough to make a grown man weep. But, Tamaki swears up and down that if he feels even a teeny bit small, he will call.

♡ Still, oftentimes this means that even if Tamaki is not supposed to be working that day, he may find himself at the agency with Taishiro.

♡ There is a playpen in Taishiro's office to contain Tamaki's baby crimes and keeping his sticky little hands secluded to only a portion of his wallpaper, but it does very little to keep other sidekicks from taking the baby out and unleashing him.

♡ But, really, Taishiro can't blame them. Normally Tamaki is 50% nervous and 50% tremble, so seeing him so playful and carefree is fun and exciting! And it's good for the little guy to get out and socialize while he's in the mood for it.

♡ Most of the time he does have to go recollect his kid because some sidekicks think that giving the baby with anxiety an iced coffee certainly is not a recipe for disaster. Tamaki's tremble stat went up to 75%.

♡ Baby Tamaki is also a firm believer of food (and drinks) tasting better if it is not his. Doesn't matter if the meals are exactly identical in every way, he believes it's more special when it is shared.

♡ And Taishiro is incredibly weak to this. He is not naturally weak by any means, but seeing those big ol' eyes just staring up at him and watching those ears perk up just makes it so easy to relinquish the first bite.

♡ Tamaki's cheerful purring almost makes it worth it.

♡ Taishiro feels like a true clown when his sidekicks inform him that they've just been pretending to eat the boy's own food so he thinks it's actually their's that he's partaking in.

♡ He's just a big sap that loves his skittish kiddo too much to think that maybe, just maybe, there was a work around this entire time. 😔

#sfw agere #bnha agere #Agere Tamaki #Agere Fatgum #Honey HCs

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intertexts-moving · 6 months

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ROSWEEEELLLLLL. ur p5 posting has captured me finally. ugh. i dont think i will play it myself (<< guy who is going thru a transitional period (AGAIN 🙄) and does not have time 2 get fully fully invested in a game) BUT. IM LIKE 80% SURE one of the streamers i watch has done a p5 playthrough. do u think this is worth it or is p5 the kind of game u have to play urself to fully experience..... gove me ur propaganda pitch i love ur taste in media and u have become the p5 guy 2 me

HIIII MAC BOUNCING AROUND AT U. holy shit im the p5 guy now.. this is also so exciting i would combust if u also got into it.

ok ok ok. i personally am a Terrible person to ask that bc i don't like rpgs at all unless im actively playing them (immersion thing feeling of agency within the game thing sorry ive been reading a bunch of game theory lately) BUT. p5 is very much a narrative-driven rpg, not one where like. actively participating in game mechanics & such is very important. i think that like. personally, controlling the protagonist-- deciding where to go on the subway, who to hang out with, what to say in conversations-- adds another layer of emotional interest but i don't think its Absolutely Necessary by any means!!! (it might b harder to get into just watching it though -- it was easy for me to get, like, 40 hours in so far bc i got immersed in it, u might prefer putting a letsplay on in the background during another task) i think i described it once as like. something like an interactive anime series/a game for if always really really wanted to go through the screen into cartoon or show worlds.

& i think it is DEFINITELY worth it to experience in any way!!!!! it's a really good game with a really fun & exciting & emotionally compelling narrative!!! there r so many really good characters!!!! i think ive said before but it draws on that very very powerful story hook: hey, remember when you were in high school & almost every authority figure in your life was a piece of shit & everyone hated u & u wished u could do literally anything about it? well what if u COULD. & does it really well imo-- all the main characters are mostly. teens in varying degree of stupid or smart & r really well written as such, with real consequences & weight to their actions. (also i think there r some characters u would LOVE.)also it makes my brain feel like pop rocks in a way nothing since snowchester has!!!!!!!!

#mac tag!#gfjdkfkfggd hope u are having a good night!! if u do end up starting a letsplay i hope u enjoy it as much as i am + of course it's chill if #u find it boring or uncompelling a couple hours in anyway!! <3333 #also the gay little glasses guy is there..

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daemour · 1 year

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Transitive Property Best Friend (Hoseok x Reader)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (open-ended)

Genre: Fluff, light crack

Word Count: 1341

Warnings: Light cursing

Summary: A questionable halloween party gone wrong lands you with your best friend and his best friend. As a result, you three start a new tradition to spend your halloweens doing something new (and equally as dumb) each year. But one year, one of them can’t make it. you’re stuck dealing with halloween with your best friend’s best friend (who is your best friend by default).

Written for @btswritingcafe‘s Horrorwood exchange! @meirkive i hope you like this lackluster fic T-T i really wish i could have done more but october was so crazy i wasnt able to. Next time!! Here is the playlist i listened to while writing this!

“I don’t like this idea,” you say unsteadily. But of yours, your idiot friends don’t care that they are basically breaking and entering an abandoned, publicly condemned, and forgotten building (and yes, you know the irony of those two statements) to find ghosts. A highly improbable idea that you know will only end badly.

You need to find new friends.

You aren’t particularly close to almost all of them, but you decide that maybe the sanest person, Yoongi, will be your new buddy. He seems just as excited about this idea as you are, only coming along to be entertained by the idiotic actions of your mutual friends.

This is how you ended up with the most annoying best friend you’ve ever had in your entire life. But that’s what best friends are for. Sure, he sleeps through your calls. Sure, he makes fun of you for needing a step stool to reach the napkins. (But honestly, who the hell puts napkins above the refrigerator? He needs a step stool too!) But he’s also there for you at your worst and always checks in with you.

He and his other best friend who also was at that haunted house break-in as you all affectionately call it (who is also technically now your best friend through some transitive property bull that you vaguely remember from math class) make up your small circle of close friends. Although you have to admit, you don’t know his best friend as well as you should.

But that didn’t matter, because when Yoongi is around the three of you have enough fun that the slight awkwardness between you and Hoseok isn’t palpable. He was like the glue holding you three together, and none of you minded that.

Every Halloween, the three of you would gather and do something completely unrelated to Halloween. Maybe it was a fuck-you to the party that brought you three together, or maybe you had never really thought about doing anything festive.

But this year, that changed.

“What do you mean you can’t make it?” You’re upset, and Yoongi can hear it through the phone call. “Are you not feeling well?”

“No,” Yoongi says, voice crackly over the phone. “I just…have a preoccupation. I’m really sorry, I know this is like…our thing. If you want, you can still do something with Hobi. I’m sure he’ll be happy to.”

You sigh. “It’ll be fine. We can just do something next week to make up for it. Don’t worry about it.”

He makes a sound of disbelief. “If you’re sure,” he says carefully. “I’ll see you guys later then. We can plan something on the weekend.”

"Fine by me, I'll see you later." You hang up the call and immediately collapse onto your couch. You’re grumpy now.

Okay, sue you, you don’t like when friends bail last minute, especially when it’s something that has been planned for well over a month. But Yoongi is your best friend so you can let it slide this time.

With a groan, you roll onto your side and make a grab for the tv remote. If nothing exciting is happening then you’re just going to become a couch potato for the night and watch some Netflix. And then you’re going to eat that s’mores ice cream you saved for a rainy day. If you can’t hang out like normal, then you’re going to have a fun night at least.

You get through three episodes before a knock sounds on your apartment door. A quick glance at the clock tells you that a good few hours have passed and it’s just about time for the trick-or-treaters to start their route.

“Just a minute,” you call out, detangling yourself from your blanket and grabbing the pumpkin bucket you have for the kids in your apartment.

As you swing your door open, the words “happy halloween” die on your tongue as you stare at Jung Hoseok at your door in a…questionable Dracula costume. You’re pretty sure the cape is made of duct tape.

“Trick or treat!” You stare at him and Hoseok’s smile falters just a moment before it’s back and even brighter than before. “Hi! Surprise! Yoongi cancelled on us, so I thought we’d just hang and have a fun night and show him what a loser he is.”

“Extremely tempting. Come in,” you laugh and step aside. Your place is a little messy, but not so much that you’re embarrassed about it. “Make yourself at home. You can help yourself to whatever‘s in the fridge or cupboard.”

Hoseok had been over so many times when your house had been picked for hangouts that he looks almost at home. You can’t blame him either, you’re exactly the same way at his and Yoongi’s shared flat. Speaking of which… ”Do you know why Yoongi cancelled? Since you’re his roommate and all.”

“Mmh, looking for that juicy tea? Unfortunately, I’m sad to report that I haven’t been told any more than you have. Hey, do you have any of that yummy fruit salad cup things that you had last time?”

You laugh at his unfailing ability to jump from conversation to conversation and you walk over and point at the side door. “In there. I always keep myself well-stocked, you know me and my fruit salad addiction.”

While he occupies your kitchen, you stand there a little awkwardly. You don’t know what to say, what to do. You’re glad for the company, of course, but it’s just so weird to have only Hoseok here that you’re socially freezing up.

“So, what were your plans on Halloween before I showed up and blessed you with my presence?” Hoseok asks before popping a spoonful of fruit into his mouth.

You hum, finally taking a seat on your kitchen island across from him. “I was just watching my favourite Halloween show. So nothing too important.”

“Ooh, which show?” And he’s opened a can of worms.

“The Haunting of Hill House! It has great storylines and the characterisation is amazing. I watch it every Halloween. And the soundtrack is phenomenal. I didn’t think it would be my cup of tea since I don’t really watch a lot of movies or shows, but the opening really drew me in and I’ve been hooked since.”

Hoseok smiles. “You could be a rapper with how you said all that in one breath. I’m honestly not the biggest fan of horror movies, but it sounds like you really enjoy it. What else are you into?”

“I absolutely love Hank Green.” You can’t help but giggle, slightly embarrassed. “Not something you’d expect, but his science videos are always so interesting, and since I don’t know a lot about it, his videos are always easy to follow. I could spend all day just browsing his videos. And libraries! I’m completely obsessed. I’d love to work in one someday.”

“That sounds cool, though. It’s cool that you take such an interest in that. I think furthering one’s knowledge is an admirable quality.” Hoseok punctuates his sentence with another spoonful of fruit. “I’m glad we’re hanging out. I feel like we don’t know each other that well even though we see each other far too much for that.”

You purse your lips. “That’s true. I guess we only really hang out when Yoongi’s here too, and I’m sure we hang out with Yoongi separately a lot too.”

“We do.” Hoseok nods and silence prevails again. It’s still awkward, but not like before. “Well. This has been great. He’ll be totally jealous of me eating your fruit cups.”

For some reason, that makes you laugh more than you should. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be this sarcastic, to be honest. We should definitely hang out more.”

Before you can respond, the doorbell rings and you make a leap for the candy bowl that lay forgotten on the coffee table. “Holy shit I forgot it was Halloween” you hiss and Hoseok almost falls out of his seat laughing. A great start to your (actual) friendship.

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genderqueerdykes · 1 year

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we are a transmasculine system that recently turned 18- now that we have the ability to begin taking medical steps in our transition, we’ve been struggling a bit with figuring out exactly what it is we want in this process.

we were wondering if you’d be willing to share your experiences as a system in deciding what was best for you. it’s strange because i feel we would experience dysphoria in any body, as is the nature of plurality. we’ve identified as transmasculine since before we knew we were a system, and i feel like it complicates things a bit in the sense that it’s hard to make decisions that will impact the body, and therefore us as a collective.

when we think of our future, we always picture ourselves having made steps to transition medically. and we still want to, it’s not necessarily that we’re having doubts about it. it’s more like… figuring out collective identity? we switch fronters very often and no longer have a host, so making big decisions is difficult for us. we usually base things on our mask/singletsona or what our old host would do/feel, but recently we’ve been drifting away from that.

basically, we wanted to ask if you had any advice for transitioning as a system. it feels difficult to choose a direction to move in because of our plurality.

we also want to thank you from the bottom of our heart- we’ve been following you for a little while and appreciate everything you’ve shared about yourselves. a lot of your posts have been a huge comfort to us and helped us accept ourself more. we wish you the best and thank you for providing a space for these kinds of questions to be asked. 💚

i'm glad you're taking the time to question things and figure stuff out, it can be extremely hard to figure out what the right course of action is when you're a system! i'm glad you decided to ask

for us, it's definitely been a bit challenging, given that we are a rather big system (close to 100 members), so at times it's hard to find something that fits everyone! when we came out as genderqueer at first, we were not aware of being a system. we found out we were a system in about 2013 - 2014 or so, and started testosterone the following year. at the time, our system host was a binary guy and a lot of our other alters were as well, and we were also living with people who were very anti-nonbinary, so at the time, it made sense to us to seek binary male transition. plus, we were in a time in our life where we were feeling very isolated and alone, and a lot of our tougher, more masculine protector alters were fronting, so it was a way for them to be themselves while they were looking after us.

for a few years we dressed and tried to pass as a binary cis guy- nothing terribly exciting. the folks we were living with who were anti-nonbinary were also anti-system (my best friend at the time was aware of DID and plurality and was very against it), so we had to try to appear to be 1 cohesive person as best as we were able to. looking back on it, this entire phase of our transition was entirely for safety, we weren't really living the way we wanted to quite yet, this was the phase in time where we were transitioning almost entirely for safety and didn't really get the chance to think about it terribly hard

we had a * lot * of internalized misogyny that we had to work on over the years, and it took a long time for any female members of our system to start surfacing, and it took quite a long time for our nonbinary members to feel more comfortable talking about themselves. once we moved away from the people in our life who were forcing us to identify as a binary man, we realized that some of us are men, but we don't Always feel like one on the whole. this was the first time that we actually got to question what our identity actually was, and if we were actually a binary guy, or if we were passing for safety

in recent months thanks to that healing, we've had members of our system of every gender surfacing, and it's been a bit confusing to try to figure out what we should try to present as outwardly, as in, when a stranger meets us, what should we tell them? we've started to realize that for us, one gender and mode of presentation to try to describe so many people just won't cut it. we've found solace in the terms bigender, genderfluid & genderqueer, because of this! we are evolving and changing, and it's okay if our presentation or labels do from day to day

for us, every single member in the system unanimously agreed to take testosterone, due to how we see our body, and being intersex and hating being denied our testosterone. top surgery took us a while to decide on, we have all finally decided on yes, but it's okay if you have to waffle a bit to decide those things! our presentation changes from day to day depending on who's fronting, and that's okay! sometimes we have femme days, sometimes butch days, sometimes guy days, drag days, girl days- we embrace the chaos!

ultimately, i'd say try to poll everyone as best as you're able to, and see what types of features they'd like the body to have/they would feel the most comfortable with, and see how people want to present. if you're able to get an idea of how most people see themselves in the body, you can see what are the most commonly shared traits and desires amongst everyone, and you can go from there trying to make a decision.

presentation is very mutable, but hormones and surgery do take some time to figure out if they're right and can't be easily flip flopped back and forth on. so i'd say if you find that the majority of your system members are okay with or want HRT or surgery, or feel like that body would be closer to theirs, you're headed in the right direction! it doesn't have to be everyone, obviously, there are usually cases where a few aren't on board with it, but it can be very hard to get a unanimous decision.

that was so long omg. we hope that helps!! take care of yourselves, we wish you good luck in figuring things out! ^ _ ^ being a system is very confusing and can be difficult to navigate, we hope you're able to sort things out and figure out what's best for you all!

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