#i have people in my head as a disorder i think my pronouns are the least peculiar thing about me

[flightlessangelwings]

All Yours

Steven Grant x afab!reader (smut with no pronoun use, no use of y/n)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!!), oral (reader receiving), restraints, established relationship, Steven is a nervous sweetheart

Notes: This idea popped into my head and wouldn’t leave me alone til I wrote it so here we are lol! I love how this turned out too so I hope y’all enjoy it! Feel free to also follow my update blog too and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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“Hey Steven, how come I’ve never been to your place yet?” 

You had been on a few dates with Steven Grant, and you really liked him. Even in the short time you’d known him, you grew very fond of him, and you could tell from the shy way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t looking that he liked you too. He was sweet, smart, and caring, and of course very handsome. And though there were times when he would disappear for a few days then suddenly call you back sounding disheveled, you didn’t mind. You never pried and you knew he would tell you what he had going on in his own time. For now, you just enjoyed his company.

After three dates with Steven, you had invited him back to your place for the first time. Both of you were nervous, but excited at what that evening had in store for you. It was awkward, as most first times together often were, but it was everything you had imagined and more. Steven was an attentive lover, and although you both fumbled and giggled awkwardly in the middle, it was the best sex of your life.

Steven never admitted it out loud but he felt the same way.

“I uh…” he fiddled with his sleeve as he stuttered over his words, “I don’t normally have people over to be honest,” he admitted sheepishly.

“How come?” you asked in a genuine tone. You didn’t want to scare him off, but you also wanted to know more about him, “Unless you have a dead body or something hidden I think you’re fine,” you laughed, “And I trust you enough to know that’s not true.”

Steven giggled nervously, “Yeah no,” he sighed, “It’s just…”

You scooted closer to him and placed your hand over his, “It’s ok Steven, you can tell me. I don’t scare easily.”

He looked up from your connected hand to your eyes and the sincere look you held there made him feel more at ease, “I have a… A sleeping disorder. So my bed looks… Different.”

You could tell it was difficult for him to talk about, but you were grateful he trusted you enough to be this open. You cupped his cheek, “Hey,” you whispered, “That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I don’t judge you for anything you may have.”

He smiled brightly at you and it made your heart melt. Steven murmured your name as he squeezed your hand, “Thank you,” he paused as he thought for a moment, “How about tomorrow night I show you my flat then.”

You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips, “It’s a date.”

*

Steven was nervous as he let you into his place for the first time. The sand and chain around the bed sure would look odd to anyone, but you already proved that you didn’t judge him or look at him differently because of it. He felt safe around you, and he hoped you felt safe around him.

“Well,” he shifted his weight from leg to leg, “This is it.”

Your eyes scanned the open space, and the first thing you noticed was the fish tank in the middle. You stepped over and ghosted your fingers over the glass, “Hello,” you said to the goldfish inside, “Who are you?”

Steven crossed the room and stood next to you, “This is Gus,” he addressed Gus and introduced him to you.

The gesture was cute and you grinned widely at him before you moved around the rest of the space. “Wow you have so many books! Have you read them all?”

He stayed close behind you and he watched you explore his home, “Uh yeah,” he replied.

“That’s amazing,” you whispered as you looked around wide-eyed, “This is a great place, Steven. I don’t know why you were scared to bring me here!”

You made your way to the back of the space where his bed lay. The first thing you noticed was the ring of sand around it, and you immediately attributed that to whatever sleep disorder he had. The next thing you noticed was the chain attached to the bed. At the end of the chain was a harness that seemed to fit around the ankle.

You felt Steven’s nervous energy behind you, even without seeing his face. Sure it was different, but it wasn’t as terrifying as you were expecting. Vaguely, you wondered if he had brought anyone else home and they judged him or treated him poorly. But, your mind quickly came up with another idea, and you were sure it would help put him more at ease.

“Steven,” you turned around and faced him, “I want to try something,” you said as you kissed him on the lips.

He moaned against your face, but before he could deepen the kiss, you broke away. He raised his eyebrows at you as he spoke your name in a question as you stepped back towards his bed. Your eyes never felt his as you stripped yourself of your clothes, and you grinned when you saw how intense his gaze got the less you had on.

Once you were only in a bra and panties, you backed yourself onto the bed and flopped down onto your back. You bounced once, and the mattress was softer than you anticipated. Wasting no time, however, you immediately grabbed the harness and wrapped it around your ankle and secured it tightly.

“What are you…?” Steven leapt at you in an attempt to stop you but he was too late.

By the time he landed on the bed, you were already restrained and you laid on your back with your legs spread. Steven luckily enough ended up right between your legs and his mouth dropped open at the sight of you. There you were, on his bed in nothing but your bra and panties, strapped down and content about it.

“Well Steven,” you purred as you tugged your leg against the restraint to show you couldn’t move, “I’m all yours now. What are you going to do about it?”

He swallowed hard as he felt his body warm and his pants tighten the longer he looked at you. You were a vision, and Steven found he couldn’t resist you even if he wanted to. He wasn’t sure if it was his own voice in his head or not, but everything in him screamed to do something.

“You’re beautiful,” Steven groaned as he propped himself up on his hands and knees. Slowly, he kissed his way up your inner thigh, and the way you shivered and sighed softly only encouraged him to repeat the action on your other leg.

You dropped yourself down so that you were flat on your back as you surrendered yourself to him, “Steven…” you bucked your hips in an attempt to show him where you wanted him.

Steven’s eyes narrowed on your clothed pussy, and even through the fabric he could see that you were wet already. It had been some time since he had gone down on someone, and he wanted to be perfect for you. All he cared about in that moment was your pleasure; nothing else mattered.

“Are you sure?” he asked you softly as he hovered over your pussy, “You’ll tell me to stop if you need to?”

“Yes,” you breathed without hesitation, “Please, I need you…”

The sound of the chain as you tried to move your leg only turned you both on more, and with your blessing, Steven mustered everything he had and dove into you.

He hooked his fingers around your panties and pushed them aside before he licked a long stripe up your folds. Immediately, he was hooked on your sweet taste, and the loud moan you let out only spurred him on more.

Steven sucked and licked at your clit with the fervor of a man starved. He was sloppy, but he learned quickly. With every moan and cry of pleasure from you, Steven made sure to do that again. He licked and sucked hard, and the sounds of his slurps only added to the chorus of your moans and the chain that bound your leg to his bed.

He moaned into you as he ran his tongue up and down your folds. You were exquisite and delicious and Steven already knew he wanted more of you. He wanted to make you feel so good, and he wanted you to cum on his tongue. When he felt the way your hands gripped onto his hair, he knew he would soon get what he wanted.

“Steven… I’m close…” you moaned as you felt your entire body heat up, “Fuck… So good… So good.”

Your words encouraged him more and more, and every time you moaned his name, Steven sucked at your clit harder. He held your hips open and pinned your free leg down onto the bed as he groaned into you. His nose was smashed against your body, but Steven didn’t care, he needed you more than air.

You were completely lost in the bliss that was Steven’s tongue. Where he was tentative at first, he quickly grew more confident the louder your moans grew. You almost forgot that your leg was bound until you tried to squirm only to find yourself pinned. It made the feelings of euphoria grow within you as you found yourself completely at Steven’s mercy. And it was the best kind of surrender.

“Fuck… Steven… You’re gonna make me cum…” Just as you got the words out, your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your scream echoed throughout the room as your entire body trembled. You tugged at Steven’s hair hard, but he didn’t mind. In fact he enjoyed it when you did.

As your body shook with the weight of your climax, Steven kept going. He suddenly found himself enamored with making you cum, and he immediately wanted more. Even as you whimpered, he kept licking and sucking until you came again.

It wasn’t until you pulled at his hair that Steven finally broke away from your pussy. His chin was wet with your juices and his expression was just as glazed over as yours was. You collapsed down flat onto his bed and took long, deep breaths to calm your racing heart. 

Steven watched you for a few moments before he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your forehead and whispered, “Are you alright, love?” 

Your eyes stayed closed and you took a few more breaths before you answered, “Better than alright,” you tugged at him so that he laid on top of you. Once his body covered yours, you wrapped your free leg around his waist and held him close before you murmured in his ear in a low tone, “Just give me a minute to catch my breath and let me return the favor.” 

Steven couldn’t help the way his cock twitched and he exhaled sharply with a grin, “I’m all yours darling,” he whispered in your ear.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant #steven grant x you #steven grant imagine #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you #moon knight imagine #moon knight fic #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fanfiction #oscar isaac #oscar isaac character fic #steven grant fic #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant fanfic #marvel fanfiction

[nout-nout-motherfucker]

I’d plant the stars in the ground for you -> Moon Knight x Daughter!Reader

-‘If I could, I’d plant the stars in the ground for you, They’d grow as tall as your eyes so they’d shine for you only.’ ‘For then you’d see how the world is so big, but it was made for you. And you were made to be loved, loved by me.’ -

                                                           -by abbycates

PART THREE: Part one/Part two/Part three

Relationships: 

Father!Jake Lockley x daughter!reader/ Fatherfigure!Steven Grant x daughter!reader/ Fatherfigure!Marc Spector x daughter!reader Motherly Nut/ Slight Layla x Marc

TW: Depression and anxiety disorders, absent father, slight angst, Steven is a good dad, Marc tries, Jake is scared and hides but will come around. Konshu is intimidated by Nut hehe.

Nut, Nwt, (Ⲛⲉ), is the goddess of the sky, stars, cosmos, mothers, astronomy, all heavenly bodies and the universe in the ancient Egyptian religion. She was seen as a star-covered nude woman arching over the Earth. Nut was seen as a friend and protector of the dead, who appealed to her as a child appeals to its mother. (She is sometimes associated with the cow and represented with the horns of one)

A/N: the story takes place right after Konshu frees Steven and Marc.  She/Her reader pronouns but they aren’t used a lot, the term ‘daughter’ comes up tho. If you want to write/create anything that is inspired by this little story, feel free ! I just want a bit of credit hehe.

(POV: When you get screamed at by an ex you never knew you had) (they look so goofy omg) ___________________________________________ Your mother was a woman with quite a temper. She didn't fundamentally liked conflict, but sure knew how to express her disapproval. Or her wish to tear someone's head off. You've been sitting on the stairs in front of the Museum for about 15 minutes now. Your ice cream half melted in the little pot you held in your hand. You've been absent-mindedly eating the half melted cream, not paying attention to the people that walked past you. You could faintly hear your mother scream at Steven, or... well... You just didn't want to think about it right now. The sun was gone and your cold treat was now freezing your fingers. Grey clouds were looming in the sky and the wind had become stagnant. Everything was... fuzzy. It was weird how every event that occurred followed one another. It felt like a big joke, a big "fuck off" from life. Your vision was slightly blurred, you didn't really feel sad but tears were on the verge of pouring from your eyes.

You heard the steps of your mother becoming louder and louder, her voice was filled with disbelief and rage. « Oh you're father of the fucking year, are you ?! You stay the fuck away from (Y/N), from me ! »

He was running after her, trying to catch up to her as she clearly was trying to lose him in the crowd. You didn't look up at her when you saw her shoes enter your field of vision. « Come on, let’s get out of here (Y/N). »

You got up, not really paying attention to anything that was happening around you. Steven was heaving a bit when he caught up to your mother. You turned your back to them, knowing full well that they were about to raise their voices again. It was a bit ironic how you never experienced the arguments between your parents, but now that you did you were already tired of it.

« Listen, please. I have know idea who you are! »

Your mother had a bitter laugh.

« Oh that’s rich. »

He stuttered, clearly not knowing what to say to convince her anymore.

« (Y/N). » He said your name, trying to reason with you this time. You slowly looked up, his shirt was stained with your mother’s ice cream (which she probably threw at him when you ran away from the scene).

« I’m sorry kid but, » He took a deep breath and ran his hand along his forehead, he was sweating. « I’m… not your father. My name is Marc. »

It really was the worst excuse you had ever heard.

You didn’t exactly know what your expression was like but he immediately looked alarmed. You scoffed. You felt your lips tremble. « And Steven ? » « It’s complicated- » « Oh I’m sure, and it’s not that I don’t believe you, but I’d rather trust my mother. » « (Y/N), I don’t know what’s going on either. » You groaned, rubbing your eyes with your palms. « Jake, you leave her out of this- » « Jake?! » You looked at your mother, almost offended. « Steven, Marc, Jake? How many names do you fucking have ?! » « I’m NOT Jake ! » « Come on, sweetheart, let’s just go home, ignore him. »

« Leave…me alone. »

Your mom tried to protest but you just started to run down the stairs. You wanted to just GO AWAY. Disappear for a moment. They were following you, both trying to ask you to stay, your mom wanting you to come home and the... Other just wanting answers. And he was a lot faster than your mother. As you ran down the street, he grabbed your arm with a strength that scared you.

« (Y/N) ! »

You didn’t like him saying your name anymore. I want to leave, I want to leave, I want to leave, I WANT TO LEAVE.

°°°°°°°

You felt like you just woke up from a dream, but you were very aware that it wasn’t one. You were laid down on sand. You were on a beach.

You took deep breaths of the salted wind. The clouds were moving in waves, at a bizarre speed. The sea was calm, and the sand was white and made of thin grains. You stayed on the ground, realising how no one was around. You weren’t afraid of looking at the sky anymore. And then, you forgot why you were so upset.

…..

« Nut ? »

‘Yes, child ?’ 

You exhaled.

« I like this place. » You said as you took a small amount of sand in your palm, letting it slip away with the wind. You heard her laugh softly. ‘It is quite lovely. And I am glad to be able to see it with you.’ You started drawing small spirals into the sand. 'I am quite fond of Earth.'

« Why is he an avatar ? »

She stayed quiet for a few seconds.

‘Avatars are vessels for us Gods. You are a mean to interact with humanity where we cannot. If your father was chosen by Khonshu, then he must be trying to hide it from you.’ « … Why ? » 'Well...' She marked another pause. 'Khonshu proclaimed himself as a god of vengeance. His avatar must take care of that for him. Gods can grant their vessels superhuman abilities. He might be dangerous. At least in his opinion.' « And he’s not ? »

You heard her sigh.

‘He maybe is. But Khonshu was always proud and arrogant. He feels as if he owns the night. Where I swallow the sun each day to let him prevail. He cannot see past his own beak.’ You chuckled at the mention of his beak. A bird. A bird god. You stared at the calm waves as the sun started to peek through the agitated clouds. « You can give powers ? And… make us into superheroes or something? Ancient Egypt Avengers. » She giggled.

« Could you give ‘me’ powers…? »

‘I could. But you don’t have to serve me in any way. What kind of powers would you need ?’

You sat up slowly, looking around the desert beach.

« Something to get me back to London, for starters. » ‘Oh, right.’ _________________ This chapter is a bit short, but I hope it is still enjoyable! Everyone is confused, but (Y/N) starts to feel more comfortable with Nut :) __________________

#moonknight #moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #khonshu

[nex-ture]

Hi my name is Mac, I would like a Saiki K matchup, my pronouns are she/her. I’m asexual biromantic but I just say I’m asexual if asked because it’s shorter and straight to the point. While I haven’t experienced any crushes IRL I do find people visually appealing, ironically I’m also the person people go to for dating advice. I see romantic and platonic relationships as the same thing since they both need pretty much the same thing maintained, one is just a little more intimate than the other. I genuinely can’t tell the difference between someone being friendly or flirting, I always assume it’s people being friendly unless told otherwise (haven’t been told otherwise so they’re probably being friendly!). Because I can’t (or haven’t) experienced any romantic feelings for anyone I greatly value my relationship with my friends, it’s still a form of love after all.

I’m pretty short at 5’2 and I’m slender as well so it makes me look smaller than everyone around me but I don’t really have a problem with that. I'm a pretty chill, blunt and honest person. For the most part I’m pretty logical and make sure no one gets into too much trouble, but sometimes it’s fun to just shut your brain off and do stuff just for the sake of doing stuff. I tend to go with people’s ideas or plans especially if they’re dumb because funi (unless there’s a risk for serious harm) sometimes I unintentionally give people ideas too, so oops.

I like to draw, listen to music and make people laugh. Everyone seems to be really comfortable around me and I get along with others so I end up being The Therapist Friend or someone you can just tell random stuff to. I’m also very affectionate, I love to give people hugs and other forms of platonic affection. At first glance people say I give off a threatening or slightly unapproachable vibe, which is unintentional since I don’t do it on purpose. I’m introverted but I really enjoy being out with friends and people I’m close to. I can remember people's interests and unimportant/random information due to having ADHD and like everyone else with the disorder I have a hard time getting my brain to cooperate sometimes and I can easily get distracted.

I’ve also been diagnosed with GAD and depression which I’m working on with a therapist. Any depressive thoughts or anxiety attacks are usually kept to myself and I only let those emotions out when I’m alone and in private if they’re still present, I refuse to cry in front of others or burden them with my mental health issues. Unless it becomes too much for me to handle on my own I don’t reach out to others that often. While my mental state has greatly improved, I still have some self esteem and internal issues that I’m trying to work on with my therapist. Even with my own internal issues I do my best to make others feel better and help in any way I can.

(I hope this isn’t all over the place, I separated it into paragraphs so it’s not just a big wall of text and also to make it more manageable to read. Hope you have a nice day!❤️)

Aren Kuboyasu

Aren is desperate for better friends and possibly something more

He found you so intresting when you first met, your attitude reminded him of all his friends but more chill

He's the extrovert that claims you

He'd love to just sit and listen to anything you have to say, any story you could think of he will have 100% of his focus on you

People say he's unapproachable due to him being an ex-gang member so you'd both scare a lot of people arounf campus.

If he sees you're overworking yourself or you seem uncomfortable he will definitely stand in the way and help you relax

He'd love it if you got along with his friends but if you don't he understandsz they're definitely not normal

He likes to rest his arm on your head, he finds it fun seeing your upset face while he laughs

Only he's allowed to make fun of you flr being short because he knows he's doing it in a lighthearted manner

He doesn't read emotions very well, but just know he'd always be there for you

All in all 10/10 boyfriend, he would do anything and I mean Anything for you

Matchups: Closed

#aren kuboyasu x reader #aren x reader #aren kuboyasu #saiki k x reader #saiki x reader #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki k #kuboyasu x reader #kuboyasu aren #ready player two?

[psychoticallytrans]

hi I have schizoaffective disorder and I have identified as not cis for a while. however, I'm not sure if it's a delusion or not. I feel so strongly in it but I don't know if it's fake. because of this disorder as well as bpd I have a strange relationship to gender and I dont know what reality is with this situation.

I want to say, my name is francis, I'm trans, here are my pronouns but I am so scared that it's just a delusion...

is there a way to get rid of these thoughts, or even know if something is a delusion or not?

I've been having thoughts about gender and delusion for a while. They're both all in our heads, and it can be hard to determine if there even is a line. Honestly, my conclusion is: if it is, I don't think that matters.

I personally classify delusions into three categories, for the sake of working with them.

The first is "inherently harmful", where the delusion causes active and ongoing stress. These delusions are ones that I prioritize dealing with in order to reduce my stress.

The second classification is "knock-on harm". If accommodating a delusion will harm me or others, that's where this classification goes. These delusions are my second priority.

The third classification is "benign". These are delusions that neither cause inherent harm or knock on harm, as long as I can accommodate them. Some of them are annoying. Others are pleasant. These delusions are ones I rarely do any work on, and I do pretty much no work on the ones that are somewhat nice. I don't see the point of valuing reality for the sake of reality. I value instead my comfort, my spoons, and my functionality.

If your gender, or mine, is a delusion, then it would firmly fall into the "benign" category. There's no need to get rid of it just because it's different.

If you're worried that your gender might not stick around for transition, then just take it slow and thoughtful. Changing your name and pronouns is something you can easily change back if needed. If your gender stays steady when presenting as it, and it makes you happy, then go for it. For the record, trans people with no history of mental illness ask this same question all the time. You're not alone in trying to figure yourself out. Asking "Is this real?" is far less important than asking "Does this make me happy?"

Welcome to the club, Francis.

#answered

[a-jynx]

Expensive Taste

Excerpt; Gambling with your past is bound to piss you off...

Warnings; Strong language, drunks, threats, blood/broken bones, hint of sexual tension(?), tell me if I missed any warnings!

Pairing; Quackity x reader, female pronouns

[ Male vers. / GN vers. ] [ Part 2 ]

a/n; I hope you guys enjoy it, this was a lot of fun to write! And biggest thank you to @kxrmitty for editing this for me! <3

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“So, what happened this time?” Foolish sighed, walking alongside Karl and Sapnap. Karl nervously giggled.

“I wasn’t, uh... I wasn’t paying attention and a creeper snuck up on me.” He sheepishly grinned, rubbing the back of his neck as Sapnap snickered, growing quiet as Karl elbowed him. “I’m sorry about taking so much of your time, Foolish. I’ll pay you handsomely though!” The curly-haired man flashed a toothy grin, making Foolish chuckle.

“No, no it’s alright! Besides, I needed to come and speak to you all about the cherry blossoms you wanted added in,” the tall God trailed, motioning for the pair to follow. “I was thinking about adding some further out - y’know showing where the land could begin,” his voice trailed as the wind blew up, causing Sapnap to squint before watching as a crumpled sheet tumbled from Foolish’s pocket. The Blazeborn scooped it up, straightening it out before calling out. “Hey! Foolish! You lost-'' his voice died as he scanned across the sheet, his brows creased as he slid his thumb across the bold, red letters “Las Nevadas'', followed by smaller black letters, “meet tonight’s main entertainment that is sure to rock your world!” His lip turned into a frown as he glared at the dull white, focusing on the letters at the bottom signed BQ.

“Las Nevadas..? BQ..? Oh, shit-” he quickly crumpled the flyer into his own pocket, rushing towards his fiancé and friend. “Karl, I’ll be back! I forgot I needed to go help George with something!” The raven-haired man rambled off, pressing a quick kiss to the brunettes’ cheek before retreating backward and giving a quick wave as the two watched him disappear before returning to their conversation.

“Is Sap always that… Rushed?” Foolish snickered, looking back to Karl who frowned, his brows knit tightly together. “Karl? You alright?” The totem God asked, patting the brunette’s shoulder making him jump.

“Hm? Oh, uh, yeah! Yeah, I’m fine! Let’s get this finished and get to work on those cherry blossoms!” Karl grinned, moving ahead of Foolish, who quickly followed and yet hadn’t seen the look of hurt flash across the fiancé's face.

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“So, this is where you’ve been hiding..” Sapnap huffed as he stood in front of the towering entrance. Black stone and quartz stood tall as he moved closer, eyes glazing over each block, each light, each flyer that looked identical to the one he retrieved. The bright neons flickering and buzzing with life, even in the late afternoon sun, welcoming him even with the eerie feeling breathing down the back of his neck.

Striding up the steps, he watched as other patrons followed through the large doors. Excitement and sudden thrill-filled his veins as Sap was pushed and maneuvered into the chilled foyer. People pushed and shoved around him, taking off towards the games or towards the sitting areas where a few girls walked through, their clothes bright and alluring while shimmering from the pulsating lights. It felt like a dream..

“First time?” A soft voice called over the roar of the crowd, catching Sapnap’s attention quickly as he moved towards the desk.

“Uh, something like that.. What the hell is this place?” He laughed, shock evident in the wispy breath.

Niki smiled, sitting up more as she flicked some of her pink hair out of her eyes while turning towards the crowded floor. “Las Nevadas is a country that Quackity made, he made this for people to come in and just leave reality for a little bit. He built this place to be safe- no judgment, but no idiocy either. The Casino is one of the biggest organizations right now and I know Mr. Quackity has some big plans for Las Nevadas, so I’m excited to be a part of it.” She explained, tilting her head back towards Sapnap as he blinked.

“He built this?” He blinked again, a huff passing his lips. “Like - Like Big Q, our Quackity, built this place? Not just this, but an entire country?” He flabbergasted, causing Niki to curiously glance at him.

“Well, he wanted to make a good place? I mean from what I’ve learned about Mr. Quackity’s past, he deserves this.. I mean, he’s worked hard! He deserves the happiness returned after giving so much for others to feel happy, don’t you agree, Sapnap?” She flashed her teeth, the small bits of glitter shimmering and shining on her cheeks and nose as he gulped, flashing a quick grin back.

“Everyone deserves happiness, sure, but.. Should it really be at the expense of the people he loves the most?” He scoffed as Niki knitted her brows together, leaning onto the desk as Sapnap frowned.

“I believe you mean loved - past tense, Mr. Halo.” She grit, shifting to sit back down with a huff. “His office is up the stairs and down the hall, I don’t think you’ll miss it.”

Sapnap glared for a moment before moving towards the hallway and disappearing into the neon basked way. Perhaps he’d get answers, or perhaps it’ll be even more heartache…

~~~~

The dark oak door came into view, the fluorescent neons highlighting the cracks and dents as he gulped, feeling the sweat build-up and trickle down from his forehead. Standing there, he frowned as he heard voices coming from inside, the commotion getting louder with every second passing.

“Sir, just give us a few more weeks-” A voice quivered as two laughed, one causing flashbacks to a sweeter, easier time and the other causing a shift in Sapnap’s gut.

“I have given you an extra three weeks! I think that’s plenty of time to make up your side of the bargain.” The second voice coughed, yet you could hear the snarled grin behind it. Sap leaned closer towards the door, lifting his hand and wrapping it against the dark oak. Pushing it open as the room goes silent for a moment.

“Uh.. Hope I’m not interrupting?” Sapnap coughed, standing in the doorway as Quackity cleared his throat, standing from his desk with a crooked smile.

“Sapnap Halo! Long time, no see.. And allow me to finish this up and we can visit.” Big Q sapped, clicking his tongue as he turned his attention back towards the quivering man. “If you’re not willing to meet my demands, then I’m no longer in charge of what he commits..” The scarred man sneered, leaning against his palms as the man shook.

“Sir, please I just need-” a hand shot up, silencing him.

“You’ve had enough time. I’ve given you enough time. I have no control over what he chooses to do with your town, Mayor Liek.” Quackity chuckled, a maddening grin splitting across his face as Sapnap frowned, taking a step back.

“I can come back later-”

“No. He was just leaving.” Big Q grit, his eyes shift towards Punz, who steps out of the corner. “Punz. Escort him to the foyer, I’m afraid he’d get… Distracted.” Punz’s lips split into a grin as he stepped towards the man, clasping a hand on his shaking shoulder before dragging him out of the dark oak chair.

“Of course, Q.. Wouldn’t want him to get lost among these walls.” The blonde snickered, tugging the Mayor towards the door before shoving past Sapnap, flashing the bandana wearer a toothy yet sickening smile. Sapnap stood there, shock evident on his face as he watched the doors close behind Punz. He turned his head back towards Quackity, who settled back into the large leather seat, his hands folded in front of him.

“Sap, please sit.”

“Uh, nice place you got here..” Sap gulps, his gaze continuingly shifting around the room, taking in the pulsing neon lights, the dark oak desk that the dark-headed man sat, and two large windows behind him, showing off the casino floor and it’s patrons.

Quackity breaks into a sly grin. “Thanks, it, uh… It cost me some pretty rings.” Sapnap’s gaze moved back towards his ex, his brows furrowing. His eyes snapped towards Quackity’s left hand, eyes widened at the sight of ring-shaped tan lines.

“What?” He barely uttered, his fingernails curling into the dark oak chairs’ arms. His lips curled into a snarl. Quackity frowned, standing with the roll of his eyes. He stepped around the desk, his fingers grazing the few glossy playing cards on top. “Listen, an.. Extravagant life like this?” Quackity gestured around them, breaking into a large, prideful grin. “It doesn’t come cheap.”

“So, you - you sold our engagement rings?! Are you fucking serious, Big Q?” Sapnap snapped, standing abruptly. Quackity’s smile fell, his hands falling to his sides.

“Why would I want to keep memories of the people who abandoned their own fiance?! You must be living in fucking paradise, pal, because the moment you began construction for Kinoko was the day you chose I meant nothing.. Why would I want to remember that?”

Sapnap stared at him, eyes wide and lips parted before scoffing. “Who the fuck said you meant nothing to us - let me remind you, you walked out on US.”

Quackity squinted his good eye, tsking. “I was making this for us. I was making somewhere safe for our futures together and you assumed I left before I was even gone.” Silence swelled over them, each daring for the other to continue their verbal assault. Sapnap’s mouth opened, only to shut when the doors slammed open revealing a disordered Punz. He gulped loudly before straightening up, running a hand through his blonde hair.

“We have a situation.”

~~~~

“Sir, please,” Charlie sighed, rubbing a napkin across his forehead as he glanced down at the multi-colored cards sitting in his green, shaky hand. “The private dances are to be made upfront at the receptionist desk. You can pay forward and ask Niki, the said receptionist, to call upon the girl of your request.”

“Well, I’m requesting the one right there,” the drunkard slurred towards the girl on the stage. Her hips moving to the upbeat, organ-moving music thumping through the surround sound speakers. Glittering eyes darted towards the pair with a sneer, glossed lips pulling into a pout. Strutting around the metallic pole, she clicked her tongue before wrapping her dominant leg around, keeping a loose grip as she spun, her eyes catching on the pair below her.

“Sir, I understand that you want to request her, however, she’s not available for private dances,” Charlie uttered, clearing his throat. The burly man coughed out a laugh, suddenly leaning into Charlie’s space, flashing his gnarled teeth before spitting. “I can’t understand you when you mutter.”

Charlie flinched as the saliva landed on his face. He cleared his throat, using his napkin to wipe away the alcohol-stained spit. “My apologies, sir,” The slime kin spoke. “What I said was she’s not taking private fucking dances.”

The man flashed a mean grin, his hand shooting out towards Charlie’s collar, wrapping it into a tight fist and lifting him to where his shoes barely grazed the carpet. Charlie’s slimy hand shot out, wrapping around his assaulter's wrist as a whimper left his quivering lips. The man’s unoccupied hand raised as if to strike Charlie before a voice above them called out.

“Excuse me,” the dancer chimed, towering over the two males with a fierce grin. “Can you pretty please drop my little slime?” The man scoffed, dropping Charlie to the carpet with a grunt.

“Oh, so the little whore DOES have a voice! How intriguing.” The man laughed, stepping over Charlie’s trembling body, leaning against the stage where his dollar bills still laid. He reached out to scoop up the ones closest before a glittering maroon heel stamped into the top of his wrist, trapping it against the polished black stone stage. The man cried out, his free hand snatching her ankle, glaring up. “You little bitch! I’ll fucking kill you!”

She furrowed her brows, clicking her tongue before glancing around the casino floor - everyone was watching. Her eyes darted down to the hand on her ankle before shooting back up to his beat red and sweltering face; she scoffed.

“I could say the same about you.” Yanking her leg free before rearing back and slamming her heel into his nose, blood splattering onto the dollar bills and the finely polished stone. “Next time, I’ll charge you extra for wasting my time.”

~~~~

“There’s a situation on the floor,” Punz murmured as Quackity sighed, glancing back at Sapnap, who had yet to leave, before turning back to Punz.

“How bad is it?”

“Blood was spilled.” Quackity’s eyes widened, sneering. “Fuck.. Alright, Sapnap, you need to leave. I have some business to attend to. Don’t let the door kick you on the way out.” He waved off his raven-haired ex before quickly following his second-in-command down the hallway. Sapnap grew wide-eyed only to race after them, quick to complain.

“Like hell, I’m leaving! I don’t care what kind of business you have, Quackity. We’re not done discussing-” he stopped as both the males ahead stopped and turned towards him, causing him to sputter.

“We have nothing else to discuss, Halo.” Quackity spat, staring at his ex - the one who promised him the best future. A future of love, compassion, and safety. He was left to pick himself up and put himself back together. He stared, and stared, and stared before turning and continuing down the hallway. Punz stood there watching Sap for a moment before following after Quackity, this allowing Sapnap to silently yet swiftly follow behind the pair.

Quackity strode across the floor to meet with Purpled and Charlie to discuss the events that took place. His eyes landed on Charlie, who looked shaken up, Purpled offering him a drink. “What the fuck happened.” He sighed as the pair looked at Big Q and his right hand, along with the tail.

“Ace got into a fight-”

“I fucked up and Ace stepped in,” Charlie quickly jumped in, sniffling as Quackity frowned.

“How’d you fuck up, Big C?” He asked carefully, lips twitching into a frown as he squatted down to meet Charlie’s eyes.

“I.. I read the card! I read it just like you and Niki showed me, but he - well, the guy didn’t like that and I think he drank too much and he - he was an angry drunk..”

“C, you’re monologuing..”

“Sorry.. He grabbed me and tried to hit me, but Ace stepped in..” Charlie sighed, shifting his attention to the floor as Quackity nodded, standing straight before glancing at Punz.

“Where’s the dickhead?”

“Already taken care of. Waiting for a private session with Big F.” Punz snickered as Big Q nodded, grinning slightly as they looked up to meet the glimmering eyes of Ace herself.

They both nodded towards her as she stepped into the booth, tossing a bloodied tissue onto the tables’ plastic cover before scoffing. “I need new heels now.” She grits through her teeth, crossing her arms over her bust.

“Of course, Princesa, anything for our main attraction.” Quackity clicked his tongue, grazing his fingers across her bare shoulder before resting at the base of her neck; a comforting touch. She grinned, her lips sparkling under the lights. She reached a handover, resting it on top of Charlie’s with a gentle pat.

“Are you alright, Lil Slime?” She whispered, giving his slimy hand a firm squeeze as he shot her a comforting smile.

“I’m okay, thanks to you, Ace.” His toothy grin caused her to smile widely, gently leaning forward and pressing her stained red lips onto the back of his hand. “We’re a family, Slimy! We’ve got to look out for one another.”

Quackity’s fingertips scraped up her shoulder, reaching up and tucking a loose hair behind her ear, his finger catching the dazzling earring and watching it glitter. “So, Mi Carina.. How loud was the crunch of his bone beneath your heel?” His bottom lip caught between his teeth as she turned towards him, a shit-eating grin spreading across her lips.

“You should’ve heard it, Quackity! I think I scared Purpled.”

“Because you did, Sparky,” Purpled scoffed, knocking a rag into the bloodied tissue and into the bin in his hand. “And Big F is gonna have your head for that blood on his stage - y’know he doesn’t like spilled blood.”

“Well, security should’ve been on the floor,” Ace sang in a sing-song voice, as Punz snorted before stepping around Sapnap, who blinked at the group, his gut twisting as he watched the exchanges.

“I had my best guys on the floor! Besides, I was helping the Bossman.” He spat, no real threat behind it as he moved to lean against the wall next to the booth. Sapnap took a step closer, causing them to shift their gaze to him.

“And whose loudmouth?” Ace snorted, followed by Charlie, Punz, and Quackity with their own chuckles.

“Uh, Amada this is-”

“Quackity, I didn’t come here to meet your side piece or whoever this fucking is,” Sapnap spat, stepping closer and leaning onto the table, making Purpled and Charlie glance at each other, Punz’s brows furrowed as Quackity grew quiet, holding his gaze with the black-eyed Blazeborn.

“I came here to talk about us. And I’d rather not discuss any of this in… Mixed company.” Sap finished his piece, straightening his stance as Quackity stood, his lips pressed into a crease.

“Like I said before, Halo,” he spat the man’s last name, bumping their chest together as Sapnap’s mouth curled into a frown. “We have nothing to discuss. There is no us, and obviously, there never was an us. And this ‘mixed company’, is the best thing that’s happened to me, and if you, or anyone for that matter, tries to come in here and ruin that?” Quackity snorted, leaning close and pressing the pads of his fingers into Sap’s shoulder and shoving him back. “I’m not responsible for you not returning to your little kingdom.”

Sap stepped back, sneering at Quackity while glancing at the others - they all shared the same confident stare. Huffing, he licked his lips before nodding, coughing out a laugh. “I don’t even recognize you, Quackity.” Punz suddenly snickered, causing Sap to turn towards him with a frown. “What the hell are you laughing at, Blondie.”

Punz coughed, halting his laughter before pushing off the wall, now moving closer as Quackity took a step back, holding a smirk of his own.

“I’m laughing because you don’t recognize someone else and, yet, you’re going after an ex. I mean, it’s a little funny, along with a little sad, Sap.” The blonde grinned as he took a step towards Quackity, as Sapnap frowned. “What the hell are you talking about Punz?”

A scoff came from behind the two, making Sap move to look around them as Ace scooted out of the booth, standing beside Quackity whilst shaking her head. “I think you’re right, P.. I think someone’s memory is being influenced by his fiance.”

“How the hell-”

“What? Don’t remember me? That’s a little harsh, Sappy! Bad wouldn’t be happy about this one.” She giggled, leaning further into Quackity as Sap’s eyes grew wide before shooting towards her collarbone. A gnarly and pale scar sat across the thin skin, standing out from her soft tone. An accident that happened back in the Nether - he hadn’t meant to hurt her.

“Y/N..?” His voice was barely about a whisper, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as she shot him a short, soft smile. Taking a step towards him, he suddenly stepped back, his face retorting into one of disgust. “What the fuck happened to you? You.. Oh, God, you look like a whore-”

“Sapnap,” Both Quackity and Punz growled as Y/N shook her head, taking a step closer with a smile.

“I may look like a whore, but at least I’m a loyal one.” She spat, turning back towards the two men as Sapnap arched a brow, scoffing.

“What the hell is that supposed to..” His voice trailed, his eyes switching between both Big Q and his sister. She pressed herself into his side, wrapping her arms around Quackity’s shoulders with an award-winning smile. “Mean… Are - Are you fucking dating my ex-fiance?!”

Y/N broke into a small grin, leaning close to Quackity’s side and pressing a chaste kiss to his scared lips, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist, keeping her pressed against him as she spoke, “well, Dad always said I had… Better and more expensive taste, Sappy.”

~~~~

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a/n; I hope you guys liked it, i have more ideas for this fic to possibly continue so let me know if that’s something you’d like to see! Requests are open as of now and I will hopefully be posting more hc’s/ imagines later on!

Until tomorrow, I hope you have a beautiful day! ~ J

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[goshikitsutomusmommy]

“Incorrect Quotes with Haikyuu Boys„

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10

Synopsis : Different Quotes From Brooklyn-Nine-Nine as Haikyuu Characters

Genre : Comedy

Pairing(s) : Atsumu x reader , Nishinoya x reader , Shirabu x reader , Oikawa x reader

Word Count : 1.03k

Warning(s) : She/her pronouns used , slight violence , suicide mentioned once , eating disorder undertones

Masterlist Link : Here

*Inarizaki manager in this*

Ginjima : Dance with me, Tsum-tsum.

*Whatta Man by Salt ’N’ Pepa’s starts playing*

Atsumu : Ha! No, and a will never dance to that song.

[Name] : Way to go, Tsum-tsum, *Throws a bunch of colorful thumbtacks*.

Ginjima : Whoa!

Atsumu : Are those thumbtacks? What the hell, [Name]?

[Name] : I thought they’d make good confetti.

*Nekoma manager in this*

[Name] : We’re supposed to die together— me in a big explosion, and you committing suicide at my funeral out of respect!

Lev : I know!

*Karasuno manager in this*

[Name] : *Peacefully doing manager duties*.

Nishinoya : *Startling her*, Hands up, [Name].

[Name] : *Quickly put him in a headlock*.

Nishinoya : Hey— no, no, no— It’s Noya! Your boyfriend!

[Name] : Aww, boyfriend.

Nishinoya : *Still in a headlock*, Yeah. Can you release me now?

[Name] : Oh, right! Yeah!

*Shiratorizawa manager in this*

[Name] : That is so cartoony, thumbs down.

Shirabu : What does that even mean?

[Name] : The human languages cannot fully capture the depth and complexity of my thoughts, so I’m incorporating emoji into my speech to better express myself. Winky face.

Shirabu : Oh, god.

*Inarizaki manager in this*

Atsumu : Look, let’s just agree to say “I’m sorry.” on the count of three. One, two, three.

[Name] : *Unimpressed silence*, ...

Atsumu : See? Now, I’m just disappointed in both of us.

*Shiratorizawa manager in this*

Shirabu : Coach asked us to stay after school for extra practice. I had plans tonight!

Reon : It’s okay, you can reschedule your plans.

[Name] : Mhmm, or you could just lie to coach. That’s my policy for everything and it always works.

Shirabu : I’m not gonna lie. I’ll just tell the coach that I have important plans, and he’ll understand.

[Name] : Mm-kay! But, if you do lie! You can’t go wrong with dental emergency. Or death of a triplet. Now that one you can use twice! Haha, smart!

*Later that morning*

Shirabu : My apologies, but I don’t think I’m gonna be able to be at practice today.

Coach Washijou : Why is that?

Shirabu : ... Dental emergency. I’m getting my wisdom teeth pulled.

*Shiratorizawa manager in this*

*Semi, Shirabu, and manager try dieting together*

Part 1/4

Goshiki : *Accidentally bumping into manager and making her drop her food*. I’ll get that for you, [Name]-San! *Misplacing his feet and stepping on the food*, Oops!

[Name] : *Screech*.

Goshiki : Butter feet— sorry about that!

[Name] : Sorry? You bumbling son of a bitch! You just ruined my life! I hope you get hit by a truck and a dog takes a dump on your face!

Semi : Nothing to see here— just a little hypoglycemic rage. Move along!

[Name] : I’m so sorry, Goshiki! That’s not me, I’m never like this!

Goshiki : It’s okay! It was my fault, I shouldn’t have bumped your cashew.

[Name] : Cashew? It was almond, you idiot!

Semi : Shirabu, get your girlfriend.

*Shirabu stepping in and dragging her out*

[Name] : I hope you drown in a tub! I hope you have aneurysm after aneurysm after aneurysm!

Part 2/4

Semi : Where is she?

Shirabu : She went outside like, 20 minutes ago.

*Both of them leave the school gym and follow a trail of burger wrappers they see on the ground*

Semi : [Name], where are you? It’s cantaloupe time!

[Name] : *Chewing two burgers at a time*.

Semi : [Name]! Stop! It’s not too late.

[Name] : I failed, Semi-San! This is my second burger!

Shirabu : ...

[Name] : Okay, I lied! This is my fifth!

Semi : You both betrayed me!

Part 3/4

[Name] : Please eat, Semi-San. You look weak.

Semi : I’m fine! I’m stronger than ever! Watch this, *Heads to a car and desperately attempts to lift it*.

Shirabu : Semi-San, what are you doing?

[Name] : No, no, no, no, no... No!

Semi : See? I’m fine! *Stomach gurgling sounds*.

Shirabu : What is happening?

Semi : Just a tummy gurgle, diet messed up my system... Oh no... *Farting sounds*, Go back inside! *Groaning*.

[Name] : Are you talking to us, or the fart?

Part 4/4

*Semi sulking whilst sitting on the bench*

[Name] : *Milkshake in hand*, Why the long fart? Oh, I meant ‘face’. Why the long face?

Semi : Keep walking, [Surname].

[Name] : Okay, but this is really good, *Shaking milkshake*.

Shirabu : *Nodding whilst eating his chips*.

[Name] : Listen. Shh. Shh. Listen. *Loud slurping sounds*.

Semi : That’s it! I give up!

Shirabu : Why do you care so much about this diet? You’re in perfect shape.

[Name] : Mhmm, amen!~

*Aoba Johsai manager in this*

Part 1/4

Coach Irihata : The good news is, if you go and apologize right now, he’ll let the whole thing go.

[Name] : Fine, I’m great at apologizing. I’m a very sweet person. *Walks out the room and pushes Kindaichi out of the way*.

Kindaichi : Ohh!

[Name] : Out of my way, dork.

Part 2/4

Coach Irihata : How is your apology to Oikawa going?

[Name] : I’ve been working on a letter to send to him

Coach Irihata : Yes... I saw a draft of it on the bench.

[Name] : What did you think?

Coach Irihata : It was so horrifying, I had to destroy the whole pad.

Part 3/4

[Name] : Oikawa, I came here to say I’m sorry.

Oikawa : Oh, good! Go ahead.

[Name] : No, that was it. I did it, I said “I’m sorry.” Hey I said it again. Now I got one in the bank, so I can do whatever I want to you.

Oikawa : What are you even sorry for?

[Name] : Come on, man. I said the words. I paused afterwards. I even averted my gaze to make you feel like the alpha.

Oikawa : Yeah, but you didn’t mean it! I’d like you to apologize like you mean it.

[Name] : Fine. I’m sorry you screwed up my entire day. I’m sorry you’re a terrible volleyball player. I’m sorry for your goat face, rodent brain, and your weird goose body. I meant all of that.

Part 4/4

[Name] : Hey, Oikawa. I’m sorry for making fun of you in front of everybody... And also for making fun of you behind your back.

Oikawa : Didn’t know you did that, but thank you for the apology, [Name]-Chan!

[Name] : I’m not done. Also, sorry for making fun of you during my book club. Those people don’t even know you. That was uncool.

Author’s Note : I think it’s very obvious that I was in a mood to write for Shirabu JANDKDJXEN, I just love him Sm and he’s so underrated— OH AND THANK YOU FOR 20 FOLLOWERS, THIS MEANS SMEJDENDN ILYYY

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[bitter-sweet-coffee]

if you don't mind me asking (and feel free to delete if you don't want to answer) would you give any advice to writing autistic characters?

i'd love to! now as a general disclaimer i am not the only autistic person in the world and i have other diagnoses (adhd, mood disorders, cpstd, the costco assorted mix, etc...) BUT i will do my best with what i can say generally about autistic experiences that aren't as touched upon and more internal so it helps to consider these perspectives when writing

1. inexplainable constant distress for anyone undiagnosed, or self disgnosed (coming from someone who was both of those things at one point). if your character doesn't know they're autistic or doesn't feel validated with self diagnosis, the internal loathing and disconnect honestly sometimes might feel like disreality. the "something is wrong i know something is wrong i'm different i am missing something i am fucking up somehow but i literally don't know what else to do and no one understands i don't belong here maybe i'm just too fucked up and shouldn't belong here" isn't just teen angst, it's awful imposter syndrome. anyone whose been neglected in whatever form will feel this way, but with autism and other social neurodivergencies it's different because it's being aware you're socially ostracized but not having the skillset to express why or change it, all in a self-fucking loop

2. it's not about being oblivious to something like a label or social cue/custom, it's not seeing the logic behind it. for example, i have done years of gender studies and queer theory! i understand that gender has been categorized into multiple assessments (biological sex, gender presentation, gender roles, pronouns, etc...) but i can't define gender. i understand why people say all these things define gender but it can never be exclusively defined as ANY of these so it's none of them by definition. therefore, i don't understand gender and therefore it doesn't exist, but that's not me being oblivious. this is a huge social example but you get the vibe

3. on a similar note: WE OVERTHINK A LOT. when autistic people ask you to be direct and you don't, so they ask 400 questions or get overwhelmed or miss the mark? yeah, just be direct. it's not that we don't understand the different responses it's having to logically deduct what thing to do since there are millions of correct responses and social cues but we don't always know which is the best, and sometimes the one we think is perfect is not socially acceptable. for example, if someone i know has lost a loved one i will say something like "tell me what you need/want me to do to alleviate or accompany the feelings you have right now. this isn't pressure to talk about it, nor do i expect anything i say or do to fix everything going on right now because it's also about time and the journey of grief, but i appreciate you immensely and want to help however i can, so tell me exactly what my role is" etc etc. "sorry for your loss" makes me scream inside so i never say it because it's fake and empty, so i get in shit for not saying it lmao. it doesn't have to be serious too, like sometimes i ask my friends for the schedule of their day so i know when to message them or schedule my own work so we can optimize interactions when wanted. on that:

4. low social meter. not exclusive to autism but your character definitely needs a firm limit (it can be longer than an introvert who doesn't have a neurodivergency or mental illness that makes them introverted but the character still needs a meter that's different than the standard). mine is extremely low for a lot of factors but it is exhausting to socialize even if you love it and want to!

5. this is a tough one for some people, even autistic writers: don't overdo the "quirky" and well known traits or behaviours. not just stuff like the outdated negatively portrayed stims (head banging, flapping, no understanding of sarcasm for comedy) but also newer stuff: the overdoing it on texture stims, the safe clothes, the special interests, the fidget toys (for adhd and autism) the sensory overload, etc... like yeah absolutely include these, but it's so uh, performative or on then nose ig? as soon as these things are labelled it just feels icky in my experience because why? why do we need to use labelled autistic terms when writing about autistic characters? that's like using queer discourse terminology in casual fictional dialogue unironically... idk. this is a personal preference but i 1000% prefer "show not tell" and labelless stuff because it's almost fetishy when described directly, it's reducing the experience to an autistic thing which makes it objective representation and also excludes people who either a) don't know they're autistic and b) people who aren't autistic and feel disconnected from a character if the labels don't match up!

for example, when i code shadow as autistic (he's literally neurodivergent from a creational standpoint but i feel weird calling him autistic outright because he's an experiment) i don't label things as a sensory meltdown, or a stim. remember point 3? MASSIVE advantage for "show not tell" writing. here's an example that's admittedly too direct for my liking, but still an example even if it's a sloppy one:

THE MOST IMPORTANT PIECE OF ADVICE: don't create an autistic character for the sake of their autism. write a character, and then see how being autistic might alter or form their behaviour (the connection to their hobbies is more introspective and representative of their feelings than asking them how they feel, the clothes they wear in different scenes reflect their comfort zone and emotions in a physical way, their nonverbal behaviour is mentioned in prose, their dialogue is more all over the place or blunt depending on how comfortable they are with a person or how long they've already been socializing: hint: both of these binary mods of conversation can be both a good or bad sign!).

basically, the best way to write an autistic character imo is to write a character who happens to be autistic without inserting dsm-5 criteria or constantly using terms from the autistic community! making a fully fleshed out, realistic, three dimensional character is already a difficult feat, but the process for writing an autistic character is hardly any different. good luck!!! 😁💕

#bsc words #longpost

[lesbianjackies]

hi there! congratulations on 700!!! i love your writing so much! i was wondering if i could get a 🕊 with tasm!peter parker?

i use she/her pronouns. i’m a capricorn sun, libra moon, and leo rising. my personality type is INFJ-T (not sure exactly what that means, but it seems important).

i’m currently a junior in college studying psychology and criminal justice. after i graduate with my undergraduate degree i would like to get my master’s degree in mental health counseling.

i suffer from generalized anxiety disorder as well as major depressive disorder. my mental health is pretty stable right now but i have struggled a lot in the past. i’m a little over 4 years clean from self harm and am very open about it because i want to help people that are going through the same thing i went through.

i am very much a people pleaser, and i think a lot of that stems from being the oldest child in my family and being the only daughter :). i’m a very independent person and struggle with talking to new people and making friends.

music is a big part of my life as well. i love listening to it, writing songs, and karaoke in the car! writing poetry and reading are my favorite things to do other than listening to music. i also have an obsession with pinterest and love creating moodboards!

i hope this is the right amount of information. again, congratulations on 700 lovely. you deserve the world and more <3

thank you so much lovely! you deserve the world and more 🤍🦢

🕊 - send me a character and as much information about yourself as you’d like and i’ll write a blurb about what i think your relationship with that character would be like!

"Hey, Peter?" You stood bashfully at the door to his room, guitar in hand.

Your boyfriend looked up from where he was working on his web shooters and smiled. "Hey, dove. What's up?"

You bit your lip, a bit nervous. "I, um, I wrote you a song."

Peter's eyes widened. "You wrote me a song?"

You nodded shyly. "Yeah, I- I was just testing out some lyrics and it- it just happened."

Peter left his work desk and walked over to you. "Are you gonna play it for me?"

You fiddled with your guitar. "If you want me to."

"Of course I want you to." Peter grabbed your hand and rubbed his thumb over yours comfortingly. "I wanna hear any song my beautiful girl writes."

You blushed with a small smile and sat down, positioning your instrument just right. You took a deep breath and played the first chord.

"I've always wanted adventure "To face the great unknown "Explore things both evil and pure "I thought I'd have to do it alone

"But you walked in and you showed me "All I'd been yearning to see "You held me and finally I felt free "You kissed me, I tasted honey

"Oh, honey, you set me free "You grabbed my hand and then I could see "Oh, honey, you set me free "I don't have to do this alone"

The song went another verse and a second chorus, and when you looked up at Peter again he was staring at you in pure adoration.

"I love you," he said, looking like he was about to cry.

You giggled nervously. "I love you too. So did you like it?"

Peter rolled his eyes and pulled you into his arms. "Of course I liked it. It was the best thing I've ever heard."

You smiled shyly. "Thank you."

"Thank you." He kissed your head. "For writing such a beautiful song for me. I truly will never deserve you."

Then it was your turn to roll your eyes. "Oh, stop it. We deserve each other perfectly enough."

Peter smiled and kissed you softly. "If you say so."

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[thestarsanctuary]

hi! I was hoping you could do a Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki and Kirishima (separate) with an s/o that has Tourettes, preferably they/them pronouns please. I hope you're having a good day <3

Of course! I was gonna take a break in the middle of my (unspoken) break aka me being lazy, but this request was so nice I- I had to 😔✋🏾 it was definitely the heart. It got me.

MHA BOYS WITH AN S/O THAT HAS TOURETTES

TW FOR ODD LOOKS AND STARES/BULLYING(ISH)

BAKUGO

Bakugo wasn’t really sure when he first met you about why your head was twitching or why you were repeating the sentences Aizawa had said sometimes, as he didn’t know you had tourettes. He never even spoke to you like the others did so you never had the chance to tell him until Kirishima did.

When you two started dating he started seeing patterns of when you would get to stressed and start jerking or spouting out random things you heard from youtube videos, he did his best to make sure you knew he was there for reassurance, whether it was a hand on your hand or just pure presence.

There were times when you would have ticcing fits and he would have to sit and rub your back and watch you, and in those times you realized he really was there for you.

He likes to do this thing where he rants on about things he doesn’t like to try and distract you- I’m not sure how he has so much he doesn’t like but every time it’s a new odd topic....sometimes it can literally be something like how he hates trees because when it’s fall he has to rake up the leaves and you have to say

“Bakugo they literally help you not die.” It really is a mystery sometimes how he’s so smart.

Sometimes you can be a bit upset with your tics. It’s not that you’re insecure or that you’re ashamed, but they’re difficult to deal with. The control that you could have isn’t there and that’s stressful in and of itself, and in those moments Bakugo realizes the best thing he can do for you - is make you understand that you are just like the rest of the class and the rest of the people in the world.

“Listen it doesn’t matter if you’re different because to me you’re still cool, you’re still funny, you’re still incredibly sarcastic and while I don’t enjoy that for the most part- you’re my extra regardless of whatever you feel. Get that bull out of your head.”

I mean, he wouldn’t date anybody less than the best.

MIDORIYA

Midoriya is the predictable character in the relationship. He researched about Tourettes and what he could do in times when you needed him, I mean he’s not perfect but he’d rather know something rather than nothing.

You tended to be the one who was more of a risk taker, and sometimes your tourettes got in the way of that- which could frustrate you to no end then causing harsher tics like hitting or yelling, and those were the times Midoriya tried to get anything too dangerous either out of your hands- or just out of the way so you didn’t get hurt, he was smart with it.

Other times he could be too much for you, almost treating you like a kid so you had to remind him that you know and understand precautions, but that you also want to live like everybody else and that is nothing short of your business.

You’re favorite activity with him was when he would help you study because he made it so fun for you. It could be hard to pay attention in class sometimes and do your work after school so Izuku would come over and assist you. He would make sure you guys took breaks and that you understood the topic at your own pace.

“Izuku can you like- give an example?”

“Well it’s just kind of- wait what is an example-“

In many situations Midoriya LOVED holding your hand, like he did it at any time, any place. It was something he thought wasn’t too much in public and it was reassuring for you both. When you’re tics got too much you could squeeze his hand, and other times when he wouls get anxious or something would happen he would squeeze yours. It was cute and handy!

There were instances when Midoriya definitely had his mistakes with your tics and how to deal with them but he was willing to take his time and learn because who would he be without his perfect person stayin’ by his side?

KIRISHIMA

Kirishima is probably the most sympathetic with your tics because he stay prepared for them. It’s never been like “Kirishima can you” but it’s always been more like ‘Kiri how do you always know’ and there’s never been an answer that he gave other than ‘I gotta stay ready for my lovely lover~’

Kirishima likes to do this thing where he goes “neck” after you have a rough day with your tics and with massage your neck for you or your back, depending on how your tics were. He likes takin’ care of you, and it’s not like he doesn’t know you can’t take care of yourself because hey, you didn’t get into 1-A by being a pushover.

Sometimes you’ve had times when people in school just aren’t all that accepting and Kirishima will clap back unprovoked.

“Sometimes I think about how sad you have to be to make fun of them and dang man, you got a therapist?”

Other times you’ll basically respond for him, like I said, you can DEFINITELY take care of yourself.

Whenever you’re in the car or on the bus on a trip in the case that you’ve gotten real excited (which is natural being around your boyfriends and your friends at the same time) he’ll play this playlist he made of your favorite songs and sing to distract you. Does he sing well? That wasn’t the question- but he does sing, only for you though because the other students keep dissing him.

He has a reflex of rubbing your back during free period or at lunch. I don’t think this is relevant but it’s something super adorable, and sometimes he just gives you his hand to look at and play with when you have anxiety as well to keep you calm.

Also irrelevant but other times he’ll facetime you before you guys go somewhere and ask what to wear because he wants to match with you, and it’s so cute because you could lie so hard and he’d believe everything you say.

You two are kinda a power couple like- you both can hold your own but also are such nice people, good job makin’ the rest of 1-A feel lonely guys.

TODOROKI

Todoroki is a simple guy. He doesn’t want to overcomplicate things for the most part because “why would I act like your guardian, if I’m literally your boyfriend” and that’s that.

He tends to try and keep you calm, as it’s something pretty simple for him, he knows a bunch of tactics for distractions or when those are obsolete, he’ll just sit there with you, and maybe rub your back or get a water bottle for when it’s done, he just never wants to do too much because he knows your capabilities, and he knows your limits.

He is also a large hand holder. Mostly because he doesn’t like the idea of PDA for the most part, and he doesn’t like leaving your side either, because you’re very comforting to him. It’s a given we all know he needs love and comfort please.

There have been times when people look at your because of your tics in public and Todoroki has had to give a little glare back because of the disrespect being blatantly put out. In rarer times you will both glare at the same time, those are the coolest moments of you as a couple.

Shoto doesn’t really care much for your tics only because he’d rather just make sure you’re ok then watch Avengers rather than treat you like a child if anything, and that’s because you told him first that you wanted a boyfriend not a babysitter (speakin’ facts) and at first he didn’t understand and he thought you didn’t want his help but soon understood otherwise.

Some cute things I like to think of are that he likes to put on your favorite songs when you’re anxious and try to dance for you. It’s not good- let’s start with that, because he’s kinda...stiff, but the attempt is absolutely adorable (and oh so funny).

Other things are he likes to call you cheesy nicknames when you’re cuddling because he likes your reactions everytime, because according to him, yeah he said it himself, you are very adorable when annoyed. Don’t @ me!

Overall he just loves spending time with you whenever he can, you’re truly a safe-haven for him.

EL FIN

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Alright tourettes is a real thing y’all, so I didnt make this rainbows n cupcakes bc im sure that’s not always how it is.

If anything in this is offensive or too much for somebody I can take it down and re-do it! I’m not too sure how it is bc it feels kinda repetitive but we’ll see I guess, and thanks to the person who requested my day was fine thanks 😩✋🏾.

I also included some things I like to do (play with hands and listen to music) because i have anxiety and I known that can worsen tics and can also come with tics (a lot of ppl with tics have adhd, anxiety, or some sort of disorder along with it)

- SS <333333

#bnha #bnha x reader #tourettes #tourette syndrome #mha x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijiro kirishima #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #midoriya x you #midoriya x reader #kirishima x reader

[strangegrave]

thinking abt the essay i just rbed.. (you can't read it on mobile sadly)

dissociative talk below, may be triggering

“In the present day, if I were to say that I am plural because I have DID, there would be some people without DID/OSDD who would view me as experiencing the same exact thing as them. If I were to talk about my experiences with my disorder, it could be seen as confusing or even upsetting to the people without DID/OSDD because they would think my experiences should also be applicable to them.“

this is a big part of why me and my alters dont tend to be open abt being a system in our spaces, and even when we do, we aren’t open when we switch etc. theres become such a template idea of what dissociation and systems are like, that its alienating to a lot of systems. as someone who doesn’t have clean switches, nor fully fleshed out alters with their own names and pronouns and hobbies, nor even know who we are half the time, i didnt think i fit the criteria of a ‘system’.

this also extends to fictional introjects, bc the popular image of them is basically that the alter is exactly like the character they’re based on, and will react to other introjects from the same source material with the same in-character dynamics. when... they dont. fictives can just have a few similar traits but look or act completely differently. theres been multiple occasions where someone else’s fictive assumed one of my alters was 1) a fictive and 2) had a pre-established relationship with them. that was really triggering to my alters since, as alters, theyre already struggling with their sense of identity.

im all for spiritualism and otherkin, but spiritualism thats completely unrelated to DID has become a big part of what plural communities think DID is. for example, the idea that wanting to integrate is ‘murder’, that being multiple is ‘having friends in your head’, that splitting a new alter is a good thing, and believing your fictional introject can be from the same ‘universe’ as someone else’s, which.. is really dangerous? ive literally known an abuser that would claim that, to get their victim’s fictives attached to them. 

tldr ive felt crazy for thinking all this + needed to get it out

#strangetxt #inb4 i get called a sysmed #actuallydid

[annarendellsa]

my heathers headcanons

it's the way i see them and draw them, you don't have to agree! this is based on both the musical and the movie

CW: mention of suic*de and e*ting disorders (bulimia) as well as various mental illnesses

Heather Duke

• heather duke is aromantic and yes its because she wears green, have you seen her socks in the off broadway musical? /hj

• more seriously, she IS aromantic but it took some time for her to figure out. she is allo but she doesn't label her sexuality, and she was always confused and frustrated to experience sexual attraction but never romantic attraction; she had a hard time accepting this part of herself.

• post heathers: maybe she discovers about non binary identities and asks her girlfriends to test out they/them pronouns on her? idk? aro-agender duke?

• she also struggles with empathy as she is naturally apathic

• and she's putting this image of a cold mean girl because she believes she can only be that given she's aro and ND

• post musical: she had no idea mcnamara actually tried to commit suic*de and when veronica tells her she breaks down in tears and spend a few days writing an apology letter to mcnamara

• post musical: mcnamara helps her to develop her compassion, knowing it's not her fault she's incapable of empathy. she didn't have to forgive her, but they did, and it really motivates duke to become a better person and be as nice as her

• post musical: she sees a doctor! she eventually recovers from her bulimia. veronica and mac are 100% supportive of her recovery, and very proud

• she gets bigger as part of her recovery and learns to embrace it

• duke is very pale with really dark and thick hair and eyebrows, soft features and quite a lot of body hair

• you know the bootleg where duke has blonde hair? when she's on the tv she speaks german and i vibe with german duke now

• duke Cannot say fuck and if someone is prude/innocent/idk it's her. the why are you pulling my dick was just to fluster veronica i think

Heather McNamara

• they use she/they pronouns!! just because. she still identifies as a girl though

• mac is autistic of course, it's like semi canon in the musical

• since she's very tall (movie) she stims while standing like being on the tip of her toes or rocking back and forth and the others can be quite annoyed because she moves a lot but they never snap at her

• post musical: veronica finds her stimming endearing and they know it's safe to stim around her, especially since veronica stims herself

• post musical: mac hums as a stim too and you can often find macnamawyer snuggling on the floor while humming in harmonies together

• she used to mask a LOT and it played a big part in her depression. she knows they had to stop themselves from stimming when she was a heather, she had been the weird kid in middle school but now that chandler took her under her wing, she has to pretend to be NT in order to stay in the lifeboat (😭)

• she's a lesbian!! of course she is

• she knows it since she is in middle school and has been """gal pals"""" with chandler since them but she still struggles with it she has comphet yk, but still less than chandler

• chanamara definitely practiced kissing together "to be ready when we'll have to kiss boys" 👀👀👀

• chandler always had a soft spot for mac and tried to hide it by being cruel to duke

• post musical: it took mac some time to understand that duke had nothing against her personally. she was chill with them until chandler died. from that moment she had to prove herself as the new queen bee and mac was a collateral victim

• duke definetely gave her trauma though and mac is in the process of trusting her again

• mac themselves is not a cinnamon roll just yet and she still has to make up for what they've done to others

• mcnamara has nicknames like mcNcheese or macaroni (veronica came up with those)

• they're also a vegetarian and she loves yellow food

• like she ever only eats yellow food actually (autistic thing). that girl is deficient! part of why she looks that fragile and thin

• also i see mcnamara as mixed race with golden/light brown skin and they have this type of curly curly hair but she straightens it all the time so it's only just wavy (once again, to blend in with the heathers)

• her natural hair colour is actually a dark strawberry blonde? her dad is irish and he's a redhead that's why (stole this from @cam-eats-candles hehe) but she dyes it so it's lighter

• post musical: she starts wearing her natural hair!! and goes with her mom to the afro hairdresser to start to get her curls done right (cornrows mac!!)

• their parents divorced (movie) and it's for the best. mac has daddy issues and only goes to her dad to get cute jewellery for their girlfriends 💖 (he doesn't just sell engagement rings. a lot of regular expensive rings, really)

• she's not a baby, she's not weak nor completely innocent and pure!! the girl is a head cheerleader, she's strong and flexible as hell.

Heather Chandler

• heather chandler is Also a lesbian BUT she is on the ace spectrum like demisexual? so yeah she's double disgusted when she "sleeps" with men

• as a queen bee she's also convinced that the only way to exist is through male validation :(

• chandler is taller than duke and veronica but shorter than mac

• chandler's skin is like rosy and it freckles very easily. i see her with the same cloudylike hair she has in the movie, dark blonde, with the red scrunchie only holding back some of her hair

• she is Buff and is genuinely into sports (lesbian jock like regina george)

• she has a sharp hourglass shape her shoulders are broad and her legs long and strong. she could lift veronica against a wall easily. and she did

Veronica Sawyer

• ADHD!! she's been diagnosed for a while but only became medicated post musical

• bisexual!! so bisexual!! without a preference. she's always been open and proud about it and her parents are supportive

• for me veronica is brown, with thick and dark hair and dark brown eyes, midsize, average height

Martha Dunnstock

• that's canon i know, but she's fat, and not the socially acceptable-hourglass kind of fat. big arms! big tummy! double chin! (i see fanart of her just being chubby quite often and it's ANNOYING like that's a big part of her character)

• she's perfectly healthy like this as are many fat people :))

• i also like the hc that her attempt at sewer slide made her permanently disabled and that she keeps using a wheelchair! because it happens, it's important to show it, and it gives me a lot of ideas for cute kindergarten girlfriends prompts 💓💓

• of course realistically being fat AND physically disabled in the 80's was and is not an easy thing to go through but it's in my head so

• she's also a tiny bit taller than veronica

• i don't hate the outfit she wears in the off broadway show, but I like her west end outfit better!! it's a lot more 80's inspired and i totally see her in kidcore/clowncore etc, even if pastels are cool too

• in the current west end version, martha is played by a black woman and she looks amazing! however I've been drawing and imagining martha as east/south east asian, for no reason really?? also idk kinda rubs me the wrong way that in the more official versions of heathers it's always duke that is black, or martha? not the others? hmm

• i'm not comfortable with hcs that exclusively babyfy her or patronise her like a bunny rabbit just bc she's a fat outcast who likes unicorns!! she's not just cute and giggly! martha can and does swear and she Fucks, like mcnamara

• big round glasses + big nose + long brown hair

• taking inspiration from the princess bride line but she's a huge movie nerd. yes she loves happy endings but she also loves horror movies, as long as they have a happy ending

• she never gets a makeover omg y'all just hate people with glasses and a childish aesthetic istg

• she takes this aesthetic further though and

• post musical and high school: she doesn't just wear baggy clothes anymore as she only did that to prevent more bullying. she develops an unique style with a lot of pink and glitter and she's awesome

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ok this is getting long ill probably do more!! tell me what you think <3

#heathers #heathers the musical #heathers the movie #heather chandler #heather mcnamara #heathers west end #heather duke #martha dunnstock #veronica sawyer #chanamara #heathers headcanons #heathercanons #autistic mac #lesbian chandler #bironica #aro duke #dawn speaks #heathers musical #heathers movie #bulimia tw #suicide mention

[coolerontheinternetdotcom]

By God's Design

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Pronouns: she/her

Word Count:

Summary: "you're the one designed for me" Y/N is insecure about her body, but Bucky makes sure she knows its perfect.

Warnings: Insecurity, thoughts of eating disorder.

The irritating noise of your alarm clock blared through the confines of your small bedroom. Effectively irritating you to the point of waking up from your deep slumber. You shuffled groggily, Bucky's arm tightened around your waist as you twisted in the thick covers.

The alarm clocked blared through your small bedroom, that stupid noise irritated you so much that you were instantly awake at the sound of it. Bucky's legs was slung around your own under the thick covers of the double bed and you had to twist awkwardly to get out of his grip. You decided to take a shower but had regretted the decision instantly when you caught your naked reflection in the mirror.

You didn't think you were disgustingly ugly or anything, just average but you always wanted to look pretty for him. He deserved to have a pretty girlfriend, and you didn't want him to think you didn't care about him or embarrass him. You looked your body up and down, noticing the dips on the side of your thighs and the lack of a cinch around your stomach, how your calves were disproportionate to the rest of your legs and your arms were large but long. You shook your head to ward off the tears pooling in your eyes and headed back into the bedroom where Bucky was starting to stir and pulled on one of his hoodies and a pair of comfy sweats.

"Hey Baby," you said crawling over to him and kissing him softly, "Showers free, I'm gonna go grab a glass of water from the kitchen" He hummed in acknowledgement and fell slowly back to a doze.

You made your way down the halls of Stark tower, careful not to disturb anyone who was still sleeping and headed into the kitchen where you bumped into Wanda who was dressed in tight workout gear and carried a bottle of water.

"Hey! You wanna come to work out with me?" She offered with a friendly smile.

You knew inside somewhere that Wanda would never insult you or make a dig at you or anything, logically you knew that. But in your already insecure state, you couldn't help but feel slightly paranoid by her question.

"Yeah, Sure" you replied, grabbing a bottle of Stark's fancy water and making your way to the gym.

You worked out for as long as you could, until after Wanda had left and your bones felt like they were falling apart at the joints. But when you looked in the mirrors surrounding the gym, you couldn't help but notice that you looked the same as before. You hadn't gotten any smaller, you hadn't defined any muscle. It was silly to think one workout session would have any sort of effect on you but you couldn't help but be incredibly frustrated with yourself. And suddenly you were sobbing on the floor.

"Doll?" you heard a voice say from behind you, "What's going on?" Bucky said placing an arm on your shoulders and cradling your head into his chest as you cried.

"I'm sorry" you choked out, "I just wanted to make you happy"

"You always make me happy sweetheart, What's going on in that little head of yours?" He comforted, stroking his hands through your hair to calm you down as he usually did and rocking you gently in his arms.

"I wanted to be pretty for you," You mumbled, of course not missed by his super hearing.

"Hey, you are so pretty baby, " He said holding your face in his hands and stroking his thumb across your cheek, "Absolutely beautiful, you don't need to change a thing doll."

"You know, you were designed just like this," he said sweetly wiping your tears, "I don't like my stomach, I think its chubby and I don't have insanely defined abs like people expect me to"

"You're perfect Buck, " You interrupted his self-deprecation.

"Thank you doll, how come you won't let me say those things about myself, but will say them about yourself?" He posed, looking at you in an attempt to understand what you were trying to say.

"because you're perfect,"

"And so are you, baby, you wanna know something Doll?"

"What," you mumbled into his warm chest

"you're the one designed for me"

#im bad at writing #bucky barnes #comfort #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you

[nerdygirlwithanxiety]

INTRODUCTIONS TIME! :D * I'm more confident now so..*

*slight heads up; I will update this every once in awhile*;

Sup I preferred to be called Anthony or for short "Ant " but of course I'm also known by as Sage, Weiss, and Yosuke to some people.

I prefer to use he/she/they/them pronouns

Surprisingly I get this alot; but I'm actually 23 (will update this when feb.12 comes* years despite by appearance * people have thought I was younger. Yay for being short TwT*

And also I'm a Ravenclaw

My major brainrots/interest are pretty much; Kill La Kill, RWBY, Creeps/Creepypasta, Persona 4/5, and pokemon, And Genshin Impact

Favorite characters from each fandom; Mercury Black/Roman Torchwick/Whitley Schnee * rwby*, Senketsu/Junketsu and Uzu * Kill la kill*, the submas twins *pokemon *, Will Grossman *creeps*, Ryuji/Yusuke * both from persona 5*, and Yosuke Hanamura/ Tohru Adachi * both from persona 4*/ Diluc Ragnvindr * , Kaeya Alberich, and Tartaglia * all three in genshin*

I'm a pretty chill person usually always open to geek out with anyone and willing to make friends just please Please dont drag me into drama, it HAS happened and trust me it was..not fun, oh and I cosplay! It's right now my only oc tho ^^;

I do have an oc you can see him in the hashtags down below AND YES if you want to ask questions about him Q and A IS open. Please I crave interactions.

I do role-play im just not great at spelling yet alone grammer at times * my brain is all over the place so..~forgive me for that ~

Um..yeah actually I think that covers it!

Oh and please follow my associate who helps me out with some stuff and does beautiful art @chocolakawaii @rubyafton @charlesinferno

The ships I'm known by; BlackWine * Anthony x Mercury*, BirdandFoxChase *will x Anthony- ship name still needs work*

I do smoke weed and drink so if I start acting funny * not in a flirty way or abusive/mean way. Just. Funny* I'm most likely high and drunk. I'm very hyper when they're mixed. Very rarely I'll get depressed depending how strong the weed is. So if somehow I start acting differently and end up going offline randomly..that's why

Role-play Rules!!;

I will not do nsfw unless you're a close friend

I don't do (??; * walk over* sup) I do paragraphs/ illiterate ( Anthony smile softly " hey *character name * everything alright?)

If you have any triggers please tell me and I will try to avoid them or at least censored myself

Please no fetish stuff I'm not comfortable with it

Another thing; Please dont start being a complete dick and blame it on your disorders. I have anxiety, depression and high functioning autism, ADHD and I STILL don't act like a jerk

I do tend to cuss so be aware of that I.AM.NOT.CHILD.FRIENDLY.

If you're uncomfortable with multiships please do not interact with me.

If you're uncomfortable with crossovers please do not interact with me

If you do not like how I rp and claim that I ' put my oc in the spotlight ' I will instantly block you for that. I rp for fun and fair and if you don't like me using my oc the most because it's much more comforting then I'm sorry jut I'm not the right person to rp woth

Yes I'm willing to be some characters just not the ones I ship my oc with.

#anthony kurosaki

[its-deputy-caleb]

okay this is kinda irrelevant bc i already have my pronouns in my bio but ima use this post as like a mini story about me if you wanna read and also just to solidify my own experience. (there’s a nice little message if you just wanna read the last few paragraphs) — anyway here is my

✨ I’m Coming out as non-binary post!! ✨

i think this break has come at a good time for me and while i can’t wait to get back to writing i definitely needed moment to finally come to terms with myself and i’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.

i feel way more accepted on here and i feel as though i can be honest and express myself and i’m now at a point in my life where i’m happier with myself and who i am to a point where i’m comfortable with the label/term of non binary and feel comfortable with all pronouns but more specifically they/them.

(if you wanna read more i’m just gonna put some of my personal experiences under the cut and i’ll use this as a trigger warning as i’m gonna talk about my past experiences with a verbally abusive family and my struggles with mental health)

*a disclaimer these are purely my own experiences, people have different ones but this is more just my interpretation of things pls don’t be offend <3 and a trigger warning because i’m gonna talk about some verbal abuse and mental health disorders next so please don’t read if it’s triggering.

The early years of high school were particularly rough as i’d come out as bisexual and my friends, family and other loved ones didn’t understand or were not accepting at all since i come from a heavily catholic conservative family and most of my high school experience had been at single sex religious schools which really ruined my mental health and is something i’m still recovering from.

However i realised soon that coming to terms with my sexuality was really only half of the problem as there was still a apart of me that still wasn’t okay and i sort of knew it but couldn’t place my finger on it. A friend of mine who already identified as non-binary took me to their house one day and actually showed me a binder and let me put on some of their more masculine clothes and they cut my hair really short. As corny as it sounds in that moment i’d never felt more like myself and i couldn’t stop smiling and they showed me this new idea of what gender could really be and i was really comfortable with identifying as ftm and transgender.

now before i continue i am completely aware that you don’t choose to be transgender and it’s who you are and it’s not about cherry picking but it’s something that you can’t change but i’m going to explain myself.

for years i was out and identifying as transgender with my friends who were mildly supportive but they were blessings compared to my family who made it their chore every day to dehumanise me and belittle me for my looks. They’d always misgender me, some even going to lengths as to call me ‘it’ from my own family. My mother told me i had to live with my father because she was so disgusted with who i was and my father was no different.

i felt like i was abandoned by my family because every single one of them had an issue with my identity one way or another and i won’t go into detail but it has left me with serious anxiety, depression and an eating disorder and i still struggle with all three of them.

despite this i kept my head up for years and endured every day because it is truly something that feels so right to me. But there was a time when i had to put my mental health first because i could not stand the things they said and so i got through high school in a single sex religious school without any trouble and kept my feelings hidden.

now whenever someone asks me if i prefer a he/him pronoun i experience so much trauma and anxiety that it feels almost wrong because i’ve been conditioned that way but i also don’t like she/her all that much either. So for a few years now i’ve been slowly exploring different parts of myself and i’m actually helping myself heal.

coming to terms with being non-binary makes me feel 1) extremely safe and happy and 2) i realised now that i like expressing femininity, masculinity and neither all at the one time.

it’s also made me reconnect with my family and it’s taken a lot of hard work but we’re slowly getting into better waters but i’m so much happier and healthier now that i’m an adult and independent. And i’d like to make it clear that i’m absolutely okay and happy and healthy (this is not a cry for help this is me just accepting myself and sharing it— i’m in a good place <3)

now i’m so independent and healthy with my life and i feel comfortable with myself for the first time in a long time. i manage classes, work and my personal life while fitting in my writing on here and i never hesitate to take breaks and put myself first because one thing all of this has taught me is that i deserve to take care of myself.

At this point in my life i’m so happy with who i am and while it’s not perfect because life never is i can truly honestly say that this blog has somewhat influenced some of the more recent decisions.

even something as small as seeing my favourite artists write a gender neutral piece or the fact that there are both male and female o/c’s and readers can be extremely validating and so i also want to take the time to say a huge thank you to have an audience and have people love my work but also a thank you for just letting me feel safe and accepted on here.

love you all <33

#thank y’all for reading this if u see it #means the world #<33 #personal post #coming out post #long post #tw mental health #tw gender confusion

[chaotic-archaeologist]

So I recently started using they/them pronouns and am feeling good about it. Can I get some advice on if I should start testosterone? I've wanted to be more masculine/androgynous for a while and have researched and looked into the changes that T would cause and would like to look into starting it. Also I've started binding (got amazon binder in 2016 and a spectrum binder in Sept 2021) and am considering getting a packer. I feel both masculine and feminine. Thank you for any advice you can give.

Hi there,

I would think of starting hormones as like getting a tattoo. While that decision may be mostly reversible, things will never go back to exactly the way they were before. Some changes, like hair growth and bottom growth will be permanent, meaning that they won't completely return to the way that they were before you started hormones.

I would take a couple of weeks to think about this decision before going all in. My metric was "if I can wake up every day for three weeks in a row and feel good about it, then it's time to move forward" but ultimately you're the one who should make your own time table.

However, while you're still mulling over your decision, it doesn't hurt to get the ball rolling so that things are ready when you are. Talk to your primary care doctor, if you feel comfortable, about wanting to start hormone replacement therapy. They might want to do blood work to check things out like your base hormone levels or check for other risk factors like blood clotting disorders. They might also want to refer you to a specialist if they don't feel comfortable overseeing the hormone process themselves. They might just not have enough experience with this sort of thing.

If your doctor isn't someone you can trust with this, our good friend art Planned Parenthood offer HRT at a lot of their offices. Either way, read the WPATH standard of care for gender dysphoria (or at least the portions relevant to you) so that you know what your process should look like. Some places may require different things , like a letter from a therapist. Reading the standards of care will tell you whether or not it's okay for them to make you jump through those hoops.

As a head's up, taking testosterone does come with some risk factors, the most common being an increased rick for heart disease. This sounds scary, but what it really means is that AMAB people have a higher rate of heart disease that AFAB, and your level of risk will be similar to that of someone assigned male at birth. Taking hormones can also increase your risk for blood clots, although it shouldn't put you at more than a 1% risk for clotting. If you have some genetic factors that affect your blood clotting (like I do) this is something you have to weigh the pros and cons of before starting HRT.

Finally, I would check out all of the great trans youtubers out there. Watch them go through their transitions so that you can get a sense of what it looks like.

All the best,

-Reid

#he speaks #he answers #gender advice #trans #hrt

[ceridwyn2]

This may seem like a stupid (and unpopular with some) question, with AO3, is there a way to filter out some writers in search results? I’m doing a search through a particular fandom (no, not stating which one, as I’ve seen it across more than just one fandom) at the moment, and there is a lot of crap there amongst the good gems. I’m picky when I read fanfic 😅 , and a lot of times I don’t have time to wade through hundreds/thousands of stories to look for the good ones.

By the way, this ended up being a lot longer than I originally intended 😂 as I was thinking it through. What I like in the stories I read as follows:

A) Be grammatically correct

B) Spelling correct

C) Sentence & paragraph structure correct. Dialogue for each character in separate paragraphs.

D) Point of View: maintain one person’s point of view either for the whole scene or whole story. Especially important if stories are written in first person (I/My/Me) or second person (You/Them/They). These stories are often harder to write and maintain throughout well. If it’s first person, you’re only writing from one character’s point of view: on how *I* see/hear/experience the things around *me*. *I* don’t/can’t know what the other characters are thinking/feeling other than what *I* see/observe in their behaviour, unless they tell *me* what they think/feel. Writing in second person is equally difficult to maintain unless you’re very skilled at it. You’re writing as though your addressing the reader/person directly, as if you know them personally, intimately (does not need to be sexually) by using *you*. / Example: You love to write; you should do it more often. / If you’re of a certain age and remember the ‘choose your own adventure’ child/young adult books of the 70s-90s, they were in a person point of view.

Majority of fanfiction, and fiction in general is written in third person. Third person is like you’re the audience watching a tv show/film/play/book. You’re a non-active participant of what is happening and cannot affect the direction or outcome of the story. The primary subject of the scene is referred to by their name or rank and their pronoun(s), and is often the first character mentioned at/near beginning of the scene / Example: DCI Cassie Stewart walked into the incident room of her Historic Cases Unit, with a quick glance at her officers before heading into her office. It wasn’t long before her second in command, DS Sunil Khan, or Sunny, as he preferred, wrapped on the glass window pane of her office door. / That scene is dictated from her point of view, how she directs those around her and how those around her interact with her. Had it been slightly different, but same scenario: /DS Sunil Khan looked up as the door to the Historic Cases Unit opened and saw his boss, DCI Stewart, make her way to her office, glancing at the team as she did. Having got some new leads on their current case overnight, Sunny headed towards her office to notify her ahead of the day’s briefing. / This obviously changes whose point of view is the primary for that scene to Sunil.

Third person It allows the writer to explore different perspectives and viewpoints of different characters to move the story forward. However, that being said, to avoid reader confusion, pick one character - a main character, supporting character, or a villain - as the primary character of that scene and stick with their focus/perspective for the duration of a scene/chapter. If you want to express multiple character’s reactions or points of view to a specific same scene (like say a team of detectives coming onto a murder scene) and if it makes sense to do so, you can write the scenes same but different as each character will have their own take on what they saw/perceived/when they entered/exited the scene - but each character that you’re writing about will have a separate section, separated by punctuation marks, above and below the change of perspective. However, that can easily come across as too repetitive for the reader. Might be best to put that in a notes page each scene of how each sees the same scene - because you as the audience can visualise the characters as being there, when they arrived and what they observed. When you write the scene, write it from one character’s point of view, but as you have the other characters interacting with them, they can comment on what they saw observed, contributing to the overall pieces of information, without repetition, unless it contradicts or adds to a specific point being made.

E) Age correlateable. By which I mean, if someone’s going to write about established characters that are in their 40s, 50s, etc., their life experiences, maturity, have them act/respond to each other as such. I have read stories - or rather attempted to - but the mental maturity of the author was showing through characters in their 40s, 50s, and it was obvious the writer hasn’t grasped that maturity of the characters. Listen to the character’s voices (what they’re saying, how they’re saying, even what they’re not saying but expressing visually) you’re writing about. This really comes out when writing arguments and sex scenes, btw.

F) Physical/mental characteristics: If a character has an illness or physical disability, or like affecting joints or paralysed limbs, amputations, or anything that affects movement, be aware of that, esp if writing a sex scene (a whole other rabbit hole of bad writing exists there, see next item). If in an argument, you’re trying to express the character throwing something in anger, like a mug/glass, etc., for example, and the character has an injured/disabled arm, their strength to throw is going to be limited. Show the character’s frustration that the action they wanted had less effect at releasing that anger/frustration. If the character has a visual (partial or full blindness) or auditory disability (eg. hard of hearing, deafness in one or both ears, over-sensitive to sound/volume), take that into account. Esp in arguments, if one of the people in the scene has a tendency to mumble, they may not be understood as words run together are not easily decipherable either by sound or lip reading. Mental health /illness (eg PTSD /complex PTSD [cPTSD], depression, anxiety affects physical health responses. If the characters have mental health disorders, be aware and maintain that continuity through the story. Don’t need to mention it all the time but be aware it can affect movement/physical responses, behaviour. And unless you’re House, you don’t need to include every odd, weird, very rare symptom he seems to need to diagnose something for the character 😂 .

G) Sex scenes: some are done so well that it’s seamless and flows well with the other parts of the story, where the intimacy blends well. Others, very much no so. Unless it’s a specifically written PWP (plot, what plot) story, and those can work when written well. Trust me, I’ve read otherwise well-written stories ruined by a sex scene that reads like a bad porn with characters that otherwise had physical limitation(s) in the rest of the story but were suddenly able to pull off manoeuvres of someone 20 years younger and fully able-bodied. Like someone just tacked on an explicit sex scene on that didn’t mesh with the story as if they were two completely different people that happened to have the same names as the ones in the rest of the story.

H) Continuity. Whether your story is short or long, be aware of where your characters are/what they’re doing. Having a sense of timing. Helpful to have a notepad (digital or paper) sometimes to keep track of movement. They can’t be in two concurrent scenes at the same time. Passing off information between the characters; don’t assume one character (or group of characters) knows what the other(s) are doing, unless they are in contact with each other (visual/audio/both/text). Cause/effect. Action/reaction. There may be delayed effects or reactions (over scenes/chapters), but reference them back to the original cause or action and why there was a delay. For example, somebody witnesses or experiences a tragedy, war, fire, sexual assault, accident, or other traumatic experience, and it triggers a delayed emotional or physical response hours, days, months, years later. The character may or may not be able to explain to their partner, colleague, friend what it was that caused effect/reaction. Similarly, following onto earlier example of a thrown glass/mug/vase, if it smashes there could be subsequent injury from ceramic/glass/etc. like a cut finger/palm of hand if picking up the pieces/cleaning the mess. So maybe it requires a bandage or wrap. Continuity would include making further grasping of things discomforting or painful, maybe a comment from another person inquiring what happened later on if they’re noticing a bandage that wasn’t there the last time they saw them.

I) Alternate Universe stories. I don’t mind AUs when done right - so that even if the characters are placed in a different setting, their general personality traits are very recognizable. I’ve read quite a few that nail this perfectly. Others, not so much. When it works, it works. Otherwise it’s just slapping familiar names onto original fic just to get more eyes on a story.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #preferences #edits #filtering #writing styles #this ended up being longer and more detailed than I thought #AO3 #AO3 filters