step-brother riddle with a camgirl step-sister……. (and also the two of you hate each other! :) this is a crucial detail.)
you often stream when your parents and riddle are out of the house. sometimes riddle’s gone off to the library to study or he’s meeting up with trey and che’nya while your parents go out to a social gathering. the times in which you have the house to yourself are few and far between, as mama rosehearts hardly lets you do anything unless you give her specific details of where you intend to go and how long you’ll be there and what you’ll be doing. so when you are afforded alone time, you dedicate it to hours-long streams.
for the time being, you’ve made a decent amount of money posting lewd photos to your account, but it’s the streams that bring in the most money. your viewers are from all over. from the guy (floyd) who pays absurd amounts of donations and says the most vulgar things in your chat, starting fights when anyone says something he disagrees with, to the guy who types in all lowercase and gamer lingo (idia), you have your fair share of regulars, all of whom tune in for your rare streams.
no one’s found out about your secret side hobby yet. no one…except riddle. he comes home early from his outing with trey and che’nya, always determined to be back before his mother returns home so that it can appear as if he merely went to the library, studied, and returned home in time for dinner. and normally you’re able to plan around riddle’s annoyingly perfect schedules. this time, however, you fail to remember he mentioned he’d be going out with friends rather than studying; and somehow you fail to hear the door opening and closing downstairs while you’re up in your room, riding a monster dildo (a gift from a very generous viewer) in front of your webcam.
you and riddle have never gotten along. even when your parents married, the two of you tried (and failed) to tolerate one another and it didn’t work. so now you avoid each other when you can, opting to be cordial for courtesy’s sake if you happen to cross paths at home. so when riddle goes up to your room to deliver some macarons trey insisted he take home for you (trey’s too nice, riddle thinks; if it were up to him you wouldn’t get any sweets. >:p), he expects you to be reading a magazine or painting your nails or talking on the phone…whatever girls like you do, he doesn’t know! what he doesn’t expect is to walk in on you cumming around a big, thick dildo while you’re dressed in such inappropriate attire!! and what’s worse is that you’re broadcasting it to strangers online! have you no shame?!
that day riddle learns his step-sister has a very…unique hobby. it’s also the day he starts looking at you from a new angle. :) and it’s also the day his nrc peers who watch you learn riddle has a cute step-sister. >:)
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Koyuki Higashi and Hiroko Masahara's story of their decision to have a baby together, as a lesbian married couple. They previously chronicled their romance and wedding in Lesbian-teki Kekkon Seikatsu.
happy femslash february, here’s a one volume autobiography from 2016. it goes very in-depth with the emotional and logistical considerations of trying to have children as a same-gender couple in japan
some folks might be familiar with them already—this is actually the couple who contacted tokyo disney resort in 2012 about having a wedding ceremony and were told that one of them would have to wear a suit; after public backlash, the couple was able to have their ceremony while both wearing wedding gowns. they were also the first couple to apply for and receive a partnership certificate for same-gender couples from shibuya. so, pretty public figures when it comes to gay rights in japan. they’re very intentional about the information they’re delivering to The General Public
it’s good context for how couples in japan navigate these issues, and it’s interesting how they talk to other same gender parents from the usa. I think it’s a valuable read for anyone who wants more information about mundane experiences and daily life for lgbtq folks in japan.
anyway, if you want to support marriage equality & gay rights in japan, marriage for all is a good organization to follow and support
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‧₊˚✿Omegaverse Quirks✿˚₊‧
𑁍 The entire house is their nest. Whole house is covered in their favorite texture and color and their scent and blankets and and and
𑁍 Constant purring/churring/trilling. They're just so happy to be in their nest or with their pack or maybe they're eating their favorite food. They just can't help it
𑁍 On the flip side, doesn't purr at all. Just not really vocal
𑁍 Unexpressive face but a scent that fluctuates rapidly to show how they're feeling
𑁍 Rarely scenting, and only scenting if asked to.
𑁍 Barks back at dogs/meows back at cats
𑁍 Sensitive nose and/or sensitive ears
𑁍 Has to roll around for a few minutes before they go to bed or else they can't get comfortable
𑁍 Abnormally sharp claws or canines that peak over their lips
𑁍 Prefers crunchy or hard foods. They love to gnaw on anything they can get their hands on
𑁍 Messy eater. No matter what it is they somehow manage to get it on their clothes
𑁍 All of their furniture is tall/loves to be in high places. The type of person to always choose the stools at restaurants
𑁍 Big puppy eyes, they don't even have to be sad and they still get whatever they want
‧₊˚✿feel free to add your own✿˚₊‧
Come be my mutual V●ᴥ●V
I'm still learning about terms/myself so please be like soooo patient with me
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how do you think in poems? i really enjoy the tags under your posts i've always wanted to write down my own thoughts that way bc in my head they feel so thorough and magical but whenever i put it in words i feel it just gets so much flatter and i no longer see a point and give up
oh oh oh, but lovely, can't you see that you've already started? it's a perspective that you hone, over time, something that is specific to you and you alone – that's the piece of it that makes it so special! you've already begun, and it only goes forward, up, sideways from here, wherever you wish to go!
think of it like a skill, for a moment, or a kind of muscle, if you'd prefer. you have to work at it, with it, over time and differing experiences, in order to progress.
(a quick important note: not progression as in the kind of quality-check of a grading scale, but progression as in evolution. shifting change. think of the leaves and their colors across the months of autumn, or temperatures rising with the sun and cooling with the evening dark. change isn't intrinsically a qualifying thing, it can just be, sometimes. this is difficult to remember, especially in the midst of frustration, but it is worth it. you are always doing better than you think you are – harshest critic, and all that.)
which is not to say that it's a simple thing to do! compare this to the vibe of me picking up crochet recently, with my shaking hands and too-quickly dwindling adhd focus – my first attempts at making a lil headphone sprout have not been going as well as i once hoped. my stitches are either too big and sloppy bc i'm not holding the yarn tightly enough to get clean ones, or i feel frustrated due to it not looking like how i'd like it to look in my mind when i started it, or even as i begin my umpteenth attempt.
but!! i know that it won't ever look the way i want it do if i set it down and never keep trying. it'll take awhile, like everything does, even the seasons take their time, the moon and its phases; but what i do know, is that, eventually, it'll resemble something i want it to. vaguely, maybe, but it is something. it doesn't have to look exactly like the guide i'm following, or the examples i'm inspired by, because it's mine – something made by my own hands, my own time and experience with every mistake and thrilling joy along the way to learn by.
take it from me: i want to be good at things i want to be good at so badly. and that excitement makes me want to be at the skill level i need to be at in order to do so right then and there, no learning curves or building blocks allowed. which is never how it happens, unfortunately, but –
i think, gently, that we tend to overlook what a pleasure it is to learn. to see the slow progression of things, to begin and change and continue and get better. and even if it's different as we go along, in a way it's our own little kind of magic, maybe, to create and never be done if we don't want to be.
which is all to say: it's already yours. why does it have to be anything else, anything more? why can't it just be good as it is now, where it might never be again? what is there to lose by enjoying the moment of where you are?
like everything, it will grow and shift and evolve with time, maybe into something you'd hoped for, or maybe into something you don't even have the words to describe right now at all. but that's the fun of it: how even now, even then, there, across time and distance and skill, there is a common thread of things; it will always come from your heart, your experience, where you are right then and there and now.
and if you think of that like magic, well, it becomes a little like magic, doesn't it?
also, something to consider: sometimes things you feel or think can't be put into words at that moment, or even at all! something else you could try (that i certainly do) is making something else with whatever it makes you feel - whether that's another form of art, or any other kind of media. if it makes you want to go outside and take a walk or get cozy and read or play a video game? that counts too! that's still an experience, you're still feeling.
i think that counts a little more than anything else, you know?
and as a little ending fun side-note, can i share something cool? i've never thought of it that way before, as thinking in poems. in my mind it's always been a kind of perspective of personal wonder, but you're right – it's poetry, in it's own way. you gave me that – so thank you, from the heart of me. i hope your journey finds you with every bright joy.
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