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pray4byron · 2 months

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I was waiting for an opening as I saw you had match ups available and would love to see who you'd put me with.

Preference for male characters from Hazbin Hotel

About me: You can call me Claire. I'm AFAB she/her, 5'3", panromantic demisexual. I'm Tim Burton pale, brown eyes, messy curly bob brown hair, glasses with glasses chains usually, chubby but strong, dress either romantic gothic feminine or butch cryptidcore, like no in between, never wear make up because sensory hell.

Some type of neurodivergent but not diagnosed specifically. I tend to know a little about a lot of things due to jumping from focus to focus. Queen of Dad jokes, rather blunt since I'm not subtle. Aside from English can speak Latin, some Gaelic, some Spanish, a little bit of Turkish/Arabic, Church Greek and Slavonic, and random phrases in Russian, German, and Italian. I'm ENFP, Ares cabin from PJO if that means anything.

I teach preschool, love children as they're so fun to be around and the possibilities they have ahead are wonderful. I also bake, sew, knit, read tons of books, collect rocks and other nature stuff, tend to the gardens, I sing in my choir, and like to listen to music. Not specific music genres that I care for, more vibes, but been into some Bauhaus lately, along with SJ Tucker and The Dead South.

My faith is important to me, I even am considering pursuing becoming a religious sister at a convent, like a nun.

I do love horror, romantic gothic poetry (Think Poe and the like), analog horror(DOAI, Mandela Catalogue), Dr. Who, bad b movies (think Redletter media level bad), animation in general, HB HH, stuff like that, I read everything and anything so long as the narrative is interesting or the subject is a hyperfixation of mine, such as Religions, Mythology, History relating to late Medieval to Elizabethan, textiles, fantasy, or speculative biology (like thought potato on youtube). I also do dress in character for the Renaissance Festival, people assume I work there as I have season passes for the last 5 years and attend all weekends from open to close.

I tend to be a sweet tooth, love any chocolate, baked goods with richness or chocolate flavors, drink lots of coffee, tea, sweet red wines, mead, rum based cocktails or dark malty beers if we're going alcohol, though I tend to be the driver if I'm going to party somewhere. My giving love language is touch and words, along with acts of service. My receiving love language is words, touch, and gift giving. I love to cook or make gifts for others, usually don't expect it in turn.

I'm loud, maternal, weirdly dark yet wholesome, and able to lift a toilet with my bare hands up two flights of stairs. I tend to talk either like a southern grandma or terminally online weirdo with random swears. When friends have a bad breakup I'm like do you want a hug or does someone have to die?

In relationships I can be very talkative, but also in a sense the less dominant partner. Like, I handle the day to day, but not great at organizing the dates, the stuff like that's more romantic. I'd hope my partner could handle that part. I'm also romantically easily flustered. Like squeaking and burning red in the face from genuine good flirting.

So hope you can find someone right for me, God Bless you dear.

hello claire!! i decided to pair your with…

Lucifer !!

First of, he loves your love of kids, and let’s be real, he probably has a love of kids as well, as much as Charlie is an adult, he would probably eagerly introduce you to her after finding out this tidbit of info

Honestly, to him, you give off very strong, emotional support wifey vibes and honestly he is all in for it haha

Lucifer doesn’t mind that you can be very talkative, infact, he enjoys it.

He tries to make it fairly easy when it comes to planning dates for you, so most of the time, you both just stay in

Also, Luci is definitely someone who gets flustered easily, so you both just end up giddy and smiley at eachothers shy little flirty comments and it’s the most heart warming thing

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ashe-tree · 2 months

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Leone x reader smut. MINORS DNI, please🥲

Also, I'm well aware that I don't have Akame Ga Kill in my fandoms list. But I've been working on this one shot for a few years, and while it was supposed to be posted onto wattpad, I decided to post it here. I will not do request for this fandom unless it's for Leone. Yes, this is favouritism.

[This is either in the afterlife or an alive AU, i’m not entirely sure. it’s up to you guys :) but all nightraid characters are here :P]

“waiit, Lubbock!” Y/n hiccuped, holding their cider tightly in their hand and stumbling to get onto their feet to stop their friend from doing something stupid. “You don’t have to do this, man! just- just come back and sit with meeee!” the shorter of the two whined at Lubbock.

He just chuckled at how drunk Y/n had become from all of the cider they drank. “Noo, no, I want to do this for you! I’ll make sure she plays with us, okay?” Lubbock grinned before walking out to the hall and yelling at the top of his lungs, “WE’RE PLAYING SPIN THE BOTTLE IN HERE, COME JOIN US!” and before Y/n could say anything more, the rest of Night Raid came down to join them. “Alright, let’s get this party started!” he grinned before placing the empty bottle on the ground.

Everyone seemed to be too drunk to notice him rig the bottle. Even Mine seemed to be too out of it to notice the thin wires. “Alright, who goes first?” Lubbock grinned at everyone as Sheele raised her hand,

“I’ll go first.” She spun the bottle and it landed on Chelsea. The two women looked at each other as Chelsea smirked cockily while she crawled over to Sheele, kissing the other, then moved back to her spot.

Chelsea spun the bottle, giving Tatsumi a wink causing Mine’s jealousy to spike as she hugged him, shooting a death glare at Chelsea. However, it didn’t land on him. It landed on Bulat. The two shrugged and kissed. Bulat immediately wiping off his mouth before spinning the bottle himself.

Finally, Lubbock's plan could move to phase three. Bulat and Leone kissed, the two laughing the whole time.

Now, here’s the thing about Lubbock. While he may be perverted and a total pain in the ass sometimes, he loved his friends and would do anything for them. So when Y/n had drunkenly confessed about their feelings towards the blonde butch of the group, he suggested playing spin the bottle. Y/n didn’t realize to what lengths he would go for his best friend. Rigging the game to set the two up.

And when Leone spun the bottle, Lubbock pulled on the strings and made the bottle stop on Y/n. Without anyone noticing. Y/n’s face turned red, almost looking uncomfortable with the result. Their best friend just nudged them with a grin and a wink. Leone had already made her way over to the two, and as she sat down on Y/n’s lap, she said, “we don't have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable. I mean, I don’t wanna lose, but I don't want to force you either.” she smiled at Y/n, it was a surprisingly sweet smile.

“No.. no, it’s not that.. er.. well.. I do want to play! it’s just.. um..” Y/n couldn’t finish their sentence before grabbing their cider and taking a big clunk. Then they kissed Leone, trying to convey their feelings through the drunken kiss. And once it was over, Y/n muttered out that they liked the blonde before getting up and leaving. Their face, as hot as a furnace as Y/n retreated back to their own room.

Leone just looked stunned before smiling and getting up. “You guys continue without us~” she winked at left, following Y/n to their room.

“Hey, don't be too loud!” Lubbock said, the rest of the group blushing and giggling at what was happening.

“No promises!” Leone yelled back, vanishing in the hallway. Once she arrived at the room, Leone knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” She asked with a grin.

The door opened to reveal Y/n, blushing and confused. “Why’re you here?” they looked up at the taller woman from behind the door.

“Well, that was pretty cowardly of you. Leaving me there with the others after that confession.” She walked in with force, not waiting for Y/n to open the door more. “I couldn't let you slip away that easily.” Leone purred as she walked up to them, towering over the drunk and timid Y/n.

“What are you getting at, Leone?” Y/n asked, taking a step back. They felt somewhat uncomfortable in this situation. Not because they didn't like it. It was for the opposite reason.

They loved Leone and wanted Leone to love them, but Y/n also had heavy self-esteem issues and didn't think they were good enough for the lioness-like woman.

“I'm saying, I like you too.” Leone said with a toothy grin. “I want you.” She grabbed Y/n's hands, holding them in her own.

Her statement got Y/n to blush more as they swallowed hard. “You do..?” They muttered out, like it was an impossible outcome. They weren't sure if this was a dream or not.

“If you'll have me.” Leone cupped their cheek, but not before guiding a strand of hair behind their ear. Y/n couldn't believe their eyes. Leone was blushing.

It stunned them. This woman, who seemed so confident and so far out of their reach, was looking at them with such love and adoration. They could only nod as an answer. But it didn't matter how they answered, just that they did. And Leone couldn't help but be overjoyed at this.

She leaned forward, her face stopping an inch away from theirs as she looked into Y/n's eyes, searching for any kind of rejection at the action. Instead, Y/n leaned the rest of the way in, kissing the woman they had been dreaming about since they met her.

The kiss quickly became heated, the two couldn't help it. It was probably thanks to the alcohol in their systems.

What was also probably due to the alcohol was how ballsy Y/n really was at the moment. They had always seen themself as submissive. So it came to a surprise to both parties when Y/n started to take the lead.

With Leone on the bed, laying on her back and Y/n on top of her, she was gasping and whimpering every time they kissed her neck or dragged their fingers over the skin of her collarbone and chest. “You're so pretty~” Y/n murmured into her ear. “So pretty..~”

“Stop teasing me..” She pleaded, hiding her face in her hands. This was unbelievable! She had always been the more dominant one in nature. But now the roles were reversed for some reason. “Please, Y/n..” Leone whined.

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle at this, “wow~ you’re so submissive~!” They teased. Then they kissed her collarbone, then a little further down. Then stopped, “may I?” Y/n asked, and they may have been drunk, but they weren't about to proceed without proper consent.

“Y-” Leone took a second to clear her throat before continuing. “Yes.” She blushed. She couldn't help it. She wasn't used to this much love from someone. Let alone in this scenario. And the fact that despite Y/n's clear drunkenness, they didn't force themself onto her like others had.

They wanted her to enjoy herself.

And Y/n made good on that. They were gentle with her.

When they thumbed over her nipples and left hickeys all over her, they said a lot of small praises like “You're so pretty” and “so good for me..” or “you're so brave and so strong, but I want to treat you now, pretty girl.” Praising her was so easy when they admired her so much.

They were so gentle with her. She had heard about how they liked to bite people they loved. Hell, she had been bitten a few times before as well, but here there were no teeth. And not because they didn't think she could handle it, they knew she could. But right now, it wasn't about them. It was about her. Y/n’s bites were selfish, so their biting held no place here.

Leone gasped, Y/n had taken one of her nipples in their mouth and was sucking on it, their tongue teasing the small bud. And a smile appeared on their lips against her when they felt Leone's fingers comb through their hair and hold their head in place.

The soft whimpers that Y/n heard just made them want to do more. And so, with a rough squeeze, they kissed their way over to the other side, taking her other nipple into their mouth and giving it the same treatment.

Once their focus on her chest stopped, Y/n looked up at her face again. “Lower..?” Their voice was barely audible. And all Leone could do was nod and hum in silent plea.

Y/n moved off of the bed, and proceeded to clumsily yet somehow skillfully remove her pants. A small gasp was heard and Leone suddenly felt self-conscious. Was she not pretty? Did it not look right? Did they change their mind after seeing something they didn't like?

Instead, she heard “You're so beautiful..”

And almost immediately, Y/n fell to their knees and rested their hands on her knees. “I want..” they started, their mind seemingly drifting away under the influence of alcohol. “I want to taste you. Can I?”

Why did they kind of sound excited when they asked that? Like she was their treat? It didn't matter, since it still made her feel special, fuzzy inside. Though, that could have been the alcohol.

“Please..” She gasped. She couldn't not be honest about it. She wanted them to eat her out. And that was special. None of the others she had been with treated her this well or did this for her and not out of selfishness. Hell, if she wanted any real pleasure, she would always have to take control. But it was nice to be pampered like this. It's why she was more dominant often. But with Y/n, their focus was solely on pleasuring her. “I want you..”

Y/n’s face burned as they looked up at her with a wide eyed awe. It made her giggle. And they smiled at her at the noise. Then they peppered kisses from her knees, up her thighs and- they completely hopped over her core, where she needed them most. Instead they kissed down her other thigh.

“Y- Y/n.. please..” Leone begged, her voice weak. And it just made the smaller of the two giggle.

“So needy~” they bit down on her inner thigh, making her yelp with surprise.

“Y/n!!”

The person in question could only chuckle as they placed their cheek against Leone's thigh. She was so pretty from this angle.

Feeling as though they've done enough teasing, Y/n finally gave her what she wanted. They moved their head in, resting snuggly between her thighs as their lips found their way around her clit.

The sudden contact made Leone startle, shuddering under Y/n with a gasp. And Leone could tell that Y/n had never done this before because, this wasn’t that great. It wasn't even good. But she still felt amazing. She was drunk and honestly drunk sex is the best sex in her opinion, because it doesn't need to be that good for her to still feel amazing. That was until-

“FUCK-! Y/n- Y/n, baby, careful...” Leone gripped Y/n’s hair and tried to yank them away after they bit her. “no-.. no biting.. please..”

"Sor-sorry! you just.. I just-.. I'm sorry..” They apologised. It sounded like they wanted to say something else, but..

“What is it?” Leone asked, her voice caring as she sat up on the bed. And Y/n shook their head.

“Nothing, Leone, you just taste like candy.. I kind of forgot what was happening..” Y/n blushed with a giggle.

And Leone couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. Y/n, the sweet little cinnamon roll, had thought of Leone as candy and actually started trying to eat her. Maybe drunk sex with this dork wasn’t the best idea.

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Yea, sorry for the weird post. Might make a part two if I feel like it. But silly ending!!

#akame ga kill #leone akame ga kill #leone x reader #smut #akame ga kill smut #fluff #leone akame ga kill x reader #leone smut

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woodenchip · 6 months

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DANGANRONPA 2 GENERAL HEADCANONS

Just some headcanons that I wrote down, most of it is just pure nonsense and I love that for me

🍊Hajime Hinata🍊

•TRANS MASC (HE'S JUST LIKE ME FR)

•Bi man, big bi man (men pref)

•He doesn't untie his tie, he just makes it loose enough to slip it on and off

•Is like really quiet when you don't know him, but once he's comfortable with you he has no control over what he says

•Deals with intrusive thoughts

•He's so silly

•Has ADD or ADHD and OCD

•Sleeps in the fetal position

🍖Akane Owari🍖

•My favorite Demiromantic demigirl

•My girl is sex REPOLST

•Aoi is her cousin

•Akane is so proud of Aoi

•High metabolism omg

•Whenever she got bored doing something with gymnastics she'd go up to little kids and show off

•"You wanna see what I can do-"

•She hopes that by showing off the kids get inspired by her and work hard

•She's really good with kids, like #1 babysitter type shit

•Her and Kazuichi are close too

•Like bff's

⚜️The Ultimate Imposter⚜️

•Agender. Definitely Agender

•They/It motherfucker

•gently holds them

•I LOVE THEM SO MUCH :((

•Everytime they disguise themselves an identity crisis happens

•"No one knows who I really am :), but also, no one knows who I really am :("

•Has a very empty room

•like, little to nothing

•CAREGIVER, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

👾Chiaki Nanami👾

•My silly little she/they lesbian

•Tbh I also feel like she's aroace

•My girl is a whole program, I doubt they care about all that‼️

•Loves Mario Kart

•OCD

•Collects old school gaming controllers and stuff

🩸Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu🩸

•HE/HIM BUTCH LESBIAN

•but also he/him trans masc

•no matter what he's trans, I don't make the rules

•With the Trans fem headcanon I love him with Peko

•They are my silly lesbians♥️

•Has so many scars

•I LOVE HIM

•He does age regression

•I DON'T MAKE THE RULES

•Let me project

🐹Gundham Tanaka🐹

•HE/SHE/THEY NON-BINARY SILLY

•They are simply too cool for gender

•Autism?

•Autism.

• yk that one meme that's like "When I go nonverbal at the function"

•Yeah, that's them

•Has costumes for the Dark Devas of Destruction

•HAS MATCHING COSTUMES WITH THEM

👘Hiyoko Saionji👘

•Lesbian‼️‼️

•Her and Imposter are so Sibling coded

•Like her calling him "Ham hands!" SIBLINGS

•I like found family :)

•Like Hiyoko would annoy them so much but will apologize ONLY to them

•Even with Mahiru, Hiyoko will give her half-ass apologies

•HIYOKO AND IMPOSTER FRIENDSHIP‼️

🎸Ibuki Mioda🎸

•My bi-con

•When she gets Overstimulated she just gets more verbal

•Like "omg it's so loud in here??? Should I be louder? I should-"

•She has like those noise cancelling headphones for when she sleeps because of her heightened hearing

•Without the headphones? Not a wink of sleep

•ADHD and OCD

•Whenever she doesn't concerts she makes friends with the staff (or at least tries to)

•Ibuki and Kazuichi have sleepovers and watch kid shows together just for the fun of it

🔧Kazuichi Soda🔧

•AGAIN, TRANS FEM OR MASC THEY BOTH WORK

•LIKE THAT ONE PART OF KAZ SAYING THAT HE WOULD WANT TO BE A WOMAN TO TALK TO SONIA CASUALLY???? SCREAMS TRANS FEM

•also his thing with Sonia? That's not a crush, that's gender envy. (Let me be silly with this)

•Like his eyeliner in game?? No cis man would be able to do that/hj

•Also has the tism

•NEEDS TO BE HOLDING SOMETHING, ANYTHING

•Has like, a box of stim toys

•DOES JUMPY AND TIPPY TOE STIMS

•They really like the feeling of Gundhams scarf

•ALSO DOES LITTLE SPACE

•Let me project onto them😡

📸Mahiru Koizumi📸

•Lesbian or Panromantic

•Big asexual icon

•She forgets things so easily (Main reason why she took up photography)

•She's always late to the first class of the day because she sees something really pretty and takes multiple pictures of it

💉Mikan Tsumiki💉

•DEMISEXUAL, MY HOMEGIRL HAS TO GET CLOSE TO SOMEONE BEFORE SHE EVEN THINKS ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP

•She's also trans fem

•Gently holds her omg

•She asked Nagito to help fix her hair

•He fucked it up more

•Like you know that one part of her bangs that's shorter than the other strands? He did that

•Nagito and her would be silly friends

•"Why would an amazing Ultimate like you want to be friends with a worthless human like me?"

•She'd say something like- "Because you're not that bad, you just get unlucky sometimes, just like me!"

•Like, with how she falls, she's definitely unlucky

•SHE'S ALSO HYPERSEXUAL

🍀Nagito Komaeda🍀

•I really dislike him so I have very little

•My guy is definitely a He/They

•Is (somewhat) close to most of the Lucky students

•He'd end up degrading them though

•"It's amazing how we got into Hopes Peak from just luck!" "I know, how worthless is it that we are only here because of a name drawing!"

•He doesn't have many friends

•And with the few he does have, he just doesn't understand??

•like, my man is struggling to understand why HE has friends

🌪️Nekomaru Nidai🌪️

•The only cis Man here istg

•I love him so much omg

•He would help younger students train and just exercise

•Like him, Mondo, and Taka, they were like besties

•Taka would look up to him SO MUCH

•I'm also a Taka lover, be warned

•Also really good with kids

•Type of person to swing the swings so hard that it tangles up

•Akane would have to fix the swings

•He's just so silly :((

🎭Peko Pekoyama🎭

•FUTCH LESBIAN, HER AND FUYUHIKO ARE MY SILLY LITTLE LESBIANS, I LOVE THEM.

•She's near sighted

•She HATES contacts

•No matter what she does she doesn't take off her glasses, she wears them in the shower, in the pool, everywhere (just like me)

•Her eyesight gets worse and worse everyday/hj

•CARETAKER‼️‼️

•I LOVE HER SO MUCH

•Near sighted

👑Sonia Nevermind👑

•My girl experiments with pronouns and labels

•She's knows she likes woman though, 100%

•Going with the Trans Fem Kazuichi headcanon: she'd help Kaz with clothes

•Like, "You should try this on-"

•Of course she wouldn't forgive Kaz with the weird harassing thingy but she'd be okay with them after a while

•Sonia doesn't hold grudges

•I'm also a Kazuichi apologist ‼️

•SONIA WOULD CRY IF SHE MET GENOCIDER SHO

•CRYING OF HAPPINESS, LIKE‼️‼️

•"Omg- I've been watching police reports of you since you first started killing-!"

•She would watch Gundham's animals and dress them up in fancy little animals clothes

🍴Teruteru Hanamura🍴

•Pansexual

•We already knew that though

•I have like, nothing for him

•I don't like him >:(

•Loves those really corny romance shows

•Like the really bad ones that suck? Yeah, those

•He has a whole notebook with his mother's recipes for when he left to go to Hopes peak so he could cook them whenever he got homesick :(

•He HATES sharing recipes to other people

•Can NOT work in the kitchen with someone else

•MOVE OUT OF HIS WAY, HE WILL SHOVE YOU‼️

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dr-wuffles · 2 months

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New Pinned Post, Yahooo

Fucking hey and welcome to our corner of the internet!

Our name is Juniper and we are a 9 alter plural system!

We mainly made this blog to express ourselves and chat about our special interests. Expect Horny posting and potentially nudes Feel free to dm us! The asks are open regardless of who you are.

Selfies are under #Juniper Selfies , Our alter tags are listed below!

We'll update the pinned as things change or if we have new alters, so check frequently!

No Minors, Have your age in bio or pinned please!

We blog way too much about homestuck, and other funny animated media we are obsessed with. You can also find our writing kicking around here, as well as whatever is on our minds.

For pronouns:

System/collective: She/They 🏳️‍⚧️

The Juniper System!

Joan (she/they)

Soft-Spoken, Bookworm, Mousegirl, Thinks Pavlov could've gone a bit further, Toxic type: Catgirls

Quincy (He/Him)

Femboy, Terezi Kinnie, Unethical kink extraordinaire, Wants a pussy the most out of all the alters

Elizabeth (She/Her)

Precise, Tea Snob, cat girl, spoiled bratty princess with a tendency for an ostentatious amount of camp, Horny for robot girls

Elliot (It/It's)

Bubbly, Bouncy, Cute, Certified silly enby Kobold, May or may not actually be a dragon, Wants a horde more than anything else. Gender is a construct and sister I am jailbreaking it

Madeline (She/Her)

Certified Bad butch here to blow some minds. Loud lesbian, gender fuck, punk ass motherfucker. Vriska Serket Fictive, do not be annoying about it.

Alex (Pup/Pups/Pupself)

Puppyboygirl, emotional support lesbian, service top (occasionally a dom~~), wants to pick you up so badly; Lender of the girlfriend jackets, needs you to hold her leash while she fucks you

Xandra/Xander (She/He)

Wolfboygirl, bigender, teddy bear, perpetually tired, likes it when you're a lil mean, switch currently leaning sub, Sadly needs to be responsible. Mom vibes.

Percy (He/They/She)

Squirrelboy, anxious as fuck, definitely the one who got a lot of the artistic brainrot, loves to write, especially overly complicated and stupidly verbose bullshit, the definition of a sad gay theater kid

Castor (She, Fae, He, They, It)

Gay nonbinary space cow, enjoys all things shiny and has a habit of collecting anything foil. Incredibly Pagan, Always excited to discuss tea recommendations or gardening. Loves you very much. ---

In light of recent events: we have a discord!!! Its: Dr.Wuffles . Even if we haven't dmed pr followed back here, shoot us a friend request and tell us your blog name! We'll gladly add you and let you know what platform we moved too. Who knows? Maybe with enough folks we'll make a server.

Be safe yall, we love you🩷💙💚💜🩵💛❤️🧡🤍

#introduction #wuffles speaks #alex barks #elliot squeaks #xandra growls #liz speaks #quinnfluencing #mads tag #joan squeaks #plural system #transgender #xander growls #ev squeaks #Castor Moos #Percy wont stop talking #evelynn squeaks

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kithj · 2 months

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there’s a scene in hijab butch blues where the author (lamya) comes out to a queer friend’s family because his family is convinced that she’s secretly in love with him and that he’s “leading her on” and her friend also wants her to have the “authentic gay experience” (gag) of coming out to Parents, which lamya never plans to do with her parents. she ends up agreeing, comes out and tells them that she’s gay, and then later the friend tells her that his mother is now convinced that she’s actually “a bisexual” and is still in love with him. lamya laughs at first but later feels very distraught over the fact that she finally had the courage to say it out loud only to immediately be doubted. anyways as someone who is a Lesbian and only ever calls myself a Lesbian or gay i really related to this especially in recent years where even other members of the lgbt community take issue with the word lesbian and try to paint us as regressive and “not queer enough.” there really is something so painful about that doubt and even scorn that can come from others that are supposed to understand you and support you and be a part of your community.

when you’re a gay woman, lesbian or bi, there is this constant outside pressure: if you’re a lesbian, they want you to be bi - you’re confused, you haven’t met the right man yet, you just need to give men a chance and be open to the idea. but if you’re bi, then you’re just doing it for male attention, you’re promiscuous, it’s a phase and you’re just an obnoxious straight girl. the reality is that no matter what, they’re always funneling us into what makes them more comfortable (which is, of course, with men), and they really just wish we didn’t exist at all.

#it did strike me as interesting that this scene happens right after another scene #where lamya herself challenges a woman who calls herself a lesbian #and asks ‘why that word instead of queer’#maybe this is self awareness on the authors part to put these scenes back to back. i dont know #to be clear the lesbian woman was absolutely in the wrong in context but it still didnt feel great #for lamya’s response to basically say well queer is a better word than lesbian…#the sad thing is that it doesnt matter what we call ourselves; queer lesbian bi pan gay #theyre still going to find a problem with us #we’re still going to be Dividing The Community #whether its your lack of attraction to men or the way u perform femininity (or subvert it)#how you carry yourself how you talk. the boundaries you set #always Wrong #anyways! i have to take a break from this book after that. lol

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year

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I LOVE YOUR BIG LEAGUES FOR BUTCH. Can you write a little Drabble with him and lone, maybe arguing, where lone snaps at him and it takes him back to being with his mom and he just kind of shuts down?

yes! I love hurting my boyfriends lmao

Butch Reacts to Being Shouted At

“Are you being serious right now, Butch? What in the world made you think that was okay?” Lone snapped. Butch shrugged, trying to ignore the anger and disappointment that settled in their tone.

“That MacCready kid is a little douchebag, he deserved what came to him,” He replied, pulling his jacket tighter around himself as they left the cave settlement. It was getting dark over the Capital Wasteland. He only stopped walking when Lone latched onto his shoulder and pulled him backwards.

“You just got us shunned by one of the only settlements that like us anymore. I was trying to give these kids a bit more of a chance at survival, and you ruined it!” They exclaimed. Butch jerked his shoulder out of their grip. “Getting kicked out of a kids settlement might not be bad, but what happens when you pull this again in Megaton, or Rivet City, huh?”

“I won’t,” He stated simply, shrinking back slightly from the loud, harsh words Lone was spitting. He hated loud, harsh words. He hadn’t been shouted at since…

“I know it’s engraved in your DNA to be a jerk, but you need to think before you talk. You never do that, do you?” They scoffed. Engraved in his DNA to be a jerk?

“I-“

“If you keep pulling this crap out here, Butch, you’re going to get us killed. Do you understand me? MacCready could’ve launched a killshot straight through both of our heads if he wanted to,” Lone continued. “You’re going to be the reason we die out here. Your stupid, arrogant inability to think before you speak!”

Butch recoiled like they’d struck him, mind unwillingly swirling with memories from the vault he’d tried so hard to forget. His mother, using words like projectiles to pierce through every muscle in his body. Her mood swings. Did she ever even love him? One minute she was crying over him, the next, screaming that she wished he’d never been born, the next, launching a booze bottle at him just to see how close she could get without making him bleed.

“You need to get it together, Butch, or I’ll drop you off at the vault and never look back!”

Drop him off… at the vault?

Because they didn’t want him either?

Butch mind started reeling, playing all of his mother’s harsh words like a tape recorder. You’re nothing to me, Butch. I wish you were never born, Butch. You’re a waste of time, a waste of space, a waste of energy. I would take any kid in this vault over you, Butch. You’re useless, worthless, a disaster, a waste of oxygen, nothing. Was that what Lone thought of him, too? Was that what everyone thought of him?

“… Butch?”

He didn’t even realize he was backing up until the back of his jacket thudded against the rocks that surrounded Little Lamplight. He was a bad excuse for a human being. A horrible son. A piece of crap, a selfish bully. He was nothing, he was worthless, he was useless, he was a waste. A waste of air, a waste of space, a waste of time and energy…

Air was forcing itself in and out of his lungs with a familiar, sudden violence — something he thought he’d never feel again once he left with Lone. He wasn’t good enough for his mom, he wasn’t good enough for his father to even consider staying, and now, he wasn’t good enough for Lone. What was wrong with him? What was wrong with him?

“Hey, Butch, look at me,”

Lone’s words went unheard as his mind forced him through all of the crap he’d lived through. Why couldn’t he make anyone he cared about stay? Why did they all hate him? Despise him? Leave him? He flinched when Lone’s hand grabbed onto his wrist, suddenly back in his quarters with his mom. She was crying but, the moment he tried to comfort her, shoved him across the room, screaming: “I never want to see you again, Butch, you worthless excuse for a son!”

He flinched when they put a hand on the side of his head, jumping away from a bottle flying at him that wasn’t even there. He was so worthless, he was so useless, he was nothing. He would always be nothing.

“Butch, look at me!” Lone half shouted, dragging him far enough out of his own mind for his eyes to meet theirs. It was suddenly a lot darker outside, and the breeze made him shiver. No, he wasn’t shivering, he was shaking. Lone had a grip on both of his wrists.

Their irises were bouncing around on his face, worry, pity, and confusion prominent on their features. The same look his mother gave him when she was sober enough to realize what she was doing. That she was destroying her son.

What did he do every time his mom screamed at him? Apologize for being hurt?

“I’m… sorry,” He choked, the words barely being able to force from his tight throat. “Please don’t… don’t leave.”

Lone was backpedaling almost violently, hands still tight around his wrists. They knew his past, and now, they realized their mistake. “I’m sorry, Butch, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I’m not gonna leave you, I’m not.”

He very suddenly started hiccuping like a child, tears welling up in his eyes and pouring down his face faster than they ever had before. Lone pulled him into them, wrapping their arms around him securely. He buried his face in their shoulder, arms around them tightly, the back of their shirt balled into his fists as he trembled in their grip.

“Please don’t leave me,”

Lone’s body was so close to his that their voice vibrated his chest. “I won’t.”

#fo3 butch #butch deloria fo3 #butch fo3 #butch deloria #fo3 #fo3 companions #fallout 3 #fallout

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theysherobinbuckley · 1 year

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baby👏🏻butch👏🏻robin👏🏻buckley👏🏻

first of all. they/she robin supremacy

they don't cut their hair but they start keeping it kinda short. short enough that it's basically a flatter version of steve's hairstyle. he jokes that she's stealing his look and she jokes back that it works better on them. it does

they start wearing some of steve, eddie, and jonathan's old clothes, mixing shit up and getting some of her own pieces until their wardrobe is perfectly curated to their style

she wears steve's old khakis when they want to be a little fancy. eddie gifts her a pair of loose black cargo pants that didn't turn out to be his style at all. jonathan's tshirts and sweaters end up in their closet but they never admit to stealing them. jonathan doesn't admit to leaving shit at robin's house for them to "steal"

robin is a pioneer of dirtbag lesbian chic. she wears ties over tshirts and layers flannel and jean jackets over everything they wear

steve takes her shopping somewhere far away from hawkins and they get a nice pair of steel-toed work boots. they love stomping around in them and generally causing a scene. she and eddie have a competition to see who can wear the highest platforms

now that she's out to their friends, the party starts experimenting with their genders too! el still doesn't like her shaved head but she starts wearing mike's button downs. lucas tries wearing more jewelry and max finds that she really likes buying it for him (for his birthday she organizes the whole party into getting him a bracelet with a charm for everyone on it. it's very heavy but he loves it). eddie tries a skirt and loves it but really only wears one with ripped jeans under it. dustin surprises everyone by immediately declaring that their pronouns are they/them too because "that just makes so much sense, like, why do I have to be a he just because I was born a certain way?"

most of the time they act all loud and proud abt being a butch lesbian (bc they're more comfortable in their skin and because their friends are all so accepting) but it's still hawkins indiana and it's still dangerous, so they make sure they don't go out alone too often or at night at all. the guys and nancy usually have her back and drive them wherever they need to go

another sad one: robin finds that now that she's presenting more masculinely, other girls don't want to talk to her anymore. they don't want to be called slurs or assumed gay just because they hang around robin. this includes vickie and robin is Very sad about it

nancy comforts her saying that the right girl will love robin for who they are and not what other people think of her. they'll like robin's new self and not just tolerate it. robin only sort of believes her but nancy is really adamant so she might be onto something

"any girl would be lucky to have a boyfriend like you, robbie"

oh! boyfriend sounds nice!

robin didn't even know that about herself, but nancy's so smart (and beautiful and thoughtful and funny and amazing and-) that she figured it out and just put it out there! like it was nothing! but it's everything robin never knew they wanted

sometimes when robin needs to revert back to her old self, maybe for family stuff etc, nancy will lend them clothes and do their makeup, and nancy will almost cry at seeing how miserable robin looks

she will then gently wipe all the makeup away and say "there you are!" when robin is clean-faced and back to themself. she'll put together a Real robin outfit and clap excitedly when robin is finally smiling again

then nancy will stand on her tiptoes and kiss robin on the cheek and say "it's good to see you again" as robin blushes bright red

later that night robin calls steve and tells him everything because goddamn it's nice being nancy wheeler's boyfriend and they will brag about it until the end of time

#yeah i am gonna write a fic about all this #robin buckley #ronance #nancy wheeler #butch robin buckley #stranger things #ej posts #ok to rb #homophobia tw #nonbinary robin buckley

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he was relaxing on the couch in his sweats, waiting for his friend to get changed. scrolling on his phone like usual, when he gets a text from them: "play this video while you're waiting, and if it makes you blush turn up the volume so i can hear it, too…" at first, it's pretty cute for a lewd film, with lots of aesthetic shots and pretty clothes. he loved watching the characters kiss and slowly undress before one got spanked. he was worried the volume may have been too loud, but he really wanted to hear the impact. he cleared his throat and squirmed in his seat, hoping they wouldn't walk in at that moment. he could hear them far off in the other room, so he continued watching...

the scene quickly transitioned to another and he realized it was a compilation, after nearly dropping his phone from being startled by the loud noise of the new characters fucking. he quickly lowered the volume but kept watching, feeling embarrassed for enjoying it. the next scene was slower, someone being tied up and decorated like artwork. it was impressive and took skill from both artists to showcase something so beautiful… the music was tranquil and almost like asmr, hearing the sounds of rope passing through and over other knots.

the next transition was to a woman reading a book, except she was also trying to maintain her composure while reading aloud until the climax, right in the middle of her sentence. it was interesting how each clip fascinated him, as if the comp was edited to his interests. but he didn't have much time to think over the next clip, which abruptly featured two men breathing hard and caressing each other. they made out briefly while the top gave the other one a hand, making him moan over the top's cursing and encouragement.

the boy wondered why it was taking his friend so long just to change clothes. he thought maybe they wouldn't return until he actually played the video loud enough for them to hear it, but why this video…? the next scene had a femme girl talking loud while fucking her butch partner with a pink strap. she was so cute, and he had to turn the volume up to hear everything she was saying. another video featured multiple people of different genders, all fucking and cursing and moaning. so much was happening, and after watching all these different clips, he didn't notice how immersed he was, or that he had turned the volume up even more.

he sat up and adjusted himself, noticing how wet he'd gotten without ever touching himself. he was blushing hard, watching as the next scene began with a close up. it was a sensual massage for a patient, who was inspected and relieved by a gloved hand. their arousal and moans, even the fabric momentarily brushing against their skin, could be heard. he licked his lips and nearly moaned, leaning his head back before processing that his friend had reached down his shirt and was rubbing his nipples in small circles and softly pinching them. he opened his mouth to ask what they were doing, barely aware of what was happening in his horned up fugue, when they slid their warm tongue around his, making out with his mouth from behind, like an upside down kiss.

all he could do was moan as their hands caressed his body, then pulled away, causing him to whine in genuine eagerness for the pleasure to keep going. they walked around and stood in front of him, wearing nothing, and began pulling his shirt off. they placed his hands on them while they sucked on his tits, kissed his neck, and continued teasing him until he was instinctively and thoughtlessly grinding up against them. they asked if they could make him cum and they both pulled off his sweat pants and boxers. he was so hard and wet, they didn't have to do much but enjoy making out with his small, throbbing cock. they were so happy to feel him cum on their face, licking and sucking after he came to hear him moan. "please- fuck me. please, can you do that? i want you to fuck me…" ♡ ♡ ♡

20+ to like and rb

#queer nsft #ftm nsft #cnc dom #gender neutral nsft #please #dom bottom #teasing #needy dom #subby top vibing!! yeah!#thinking and writing this was like mentally edging and it turned me on so bad omgg 🥵#also does anyone else remember that hysterical vid series? 👉👈#mlm nsft #nblnb nsft #domb brain

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maglors-anion-gap · 10 months

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1, 11, and 13 from the nice asks, please?

[for this ask game]

A fanon characterization that you love:

I really enjoy fanon lalwen. She's not in the silm and she gets almost no exposition elsewhere so she really is the blorbo personality I invented. Lalwen the best friend of fingolfin, lalwen fingolfin's right hand man, lalwen the loud and the smiling, lalwen the lesbian -- idk I just really like how some folks have turned her into the big, gregarious lady, especially since most of tolkien's ladies fit different niches (tolkien would have exploded if he'd ever met a butch dyke, I don't think he'd know what to do with a woman like that). Otherwise, I like fanon maeglin a lot. Singly handedly fixed tfog for me so that I didn't have to avoidantly flip past chunks of it. Maeglin's canon behavior is obviously a real-world phenomenon (and the reason I had personal issues enjoying tfog) so there's value in analyzing that. But at least for me, it's been very nice to see people examine the interplay between low self-esteem and outward confidence, the trauma of adolescence and the adult responsibility of growth and recovery, inquisitive desire for greener grass and the feeling of freakishness or otherness. I think a lot of it takes themes present in the original but pares away some of tolkien's dated coding and the broader discomfort casual fans might want to avoid.

11. Recommend a fic with an unusual/original headcanon or characterisation that you loved:

I would recommend Half Mourning by @skyeventide! One, I love the idea of Maeglin having Dwarvish tattoos. There's so much depth there; that they'll fade and take a part of his identity with him, how distancing himself from the bad parts of his life has forcibly distanced him from the good or familiar parts as well. Two, Maeglin as a mirror for other people! Gaia has really masterfully captured something I didn't know I needed to see in Maeglin. He's usually written to be either charismatic and biting, or withdrawn and dejected (and to be clear, I enjoy both). But this fic kind of opened a third door: Maeglin who is whatever the situation requires, who has past associations and familiar customs but no real positive tether to his identity, the knowledge that he is not unwelcome but that he does not belong, that the easiest way to avoid scrutiny is to mimic the person in front of him. I felt very called out.

13. Recommend a fic (can be your own!) that features something you wish was written about more:

This is actually a series (sorry) but The Years Start Coming and They Don't Stop Coming by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor! I am very taken with Visitor's Celebhir (trans celebrian). I think a lot of folks (myself included) often write trans characters as having transitioned to their canon genders (for example, transmasculine maedhros is a staple of mine). And I love this, it's great! It's one way to explore. But I think for a while, at least what I saw, there was a bit of a stir across fandoms about best practice for writing trans characters (eughgghhh) and the Arbiters settled on "needs to match canon gender" and then enforced that vigorously. So personally, I love love love it when people take a canon character and say "I'm transing their gender the opposite direction." It requires you to analyze the character, pare them down to the characteristics about them that will never change (similar to the analysis required to set them in a wildly alternate universe) and then overlay on top of that the new characteristics of what it's like to be trans, how they interact with the world now, how that changes their character, etc. For example, Visitor's Celebhir has a certain tension with Galadriel that wouldn't exist in that manner for Celebrian. Very very tasty analysis going on. (I will be posting transfeminine caranthir soon - I say, having said this for the last three months). TL;DR: I think we should trans more characters, and if your first anxiety is "what if I'm transing them wrong??"/"I heard someone say you should never trans a character like this" you're probably *not* transing them wrong and it's going to be fine (and people love to beta so!)

#answering this was the fic game version of trying to clean my room #took me all day bc i kept getting distracted like oooh hey i forgot i bookmarked this -

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kylejsugarman · 11 months

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I hope your moving process is going well! 💕

When you get a chance, what does Sheila think about Jesse when she first meets him and how does their relationship develop from boss to family member? Oh and if you have any thoughts about Clover I’d love to hear them too!!!

thank u my sweet leighanne, it did go well!!!! all thanks to ur good wishes :') and i will always have the chance to talk about my au, we all know this.....at first, sheila is mostly just really curious about jesse!! she knows everything about Everyone in town, so having a new person to study is super exciting. he listens when she jabbers on and seems really invested in learning carpentry and improving his skills, which endears her to him massively. sheila is friendly but she acknowledges that she's nosy and Loud and a big brash butch lesbian, so it's nice to have someone else at the store now who listens to her stories and cares about what they're doing. jesse is a little intimidated by her at first and doesn't say much around her initially because he's afraid he'll let something slip that she'll gossip about to others, but sheila never tries to be hurtful or mean in her gossip and has a wonderful, warm sense of humor that he really takes to. she's also super encouraging and helps him hone his latent woodworking skills with the kind of patience that he needs. since they spend so much time together, just the two of them in the store, they end up sharing a lot. sheila loves to get herself involved in jesse's life and is the one who pushed him to go on his first "date" with demi, who insisted that he come over to try her wife's chowder, who showed him how to de-ice a windshield and braid little girl hair and set up direct deposit. sheila isn't just jesse's first point of contact in haines, she's this older adult figure that he desperately needs who is more than happy to guide him towards a stable life. as long as he lets her buy baby christmas presents and tolerates her opinions on what kind of haircut he should get

as for clover!! she is a big mutt from the kennel (demi starts to shyly tell the stranger adopting her that she was a puppy mill rescue but when she sees his scarred face, she holds back on details and just says that clover had a tough start) who is very clumsy and not particularly brave (one clap of thunder and she's basically climbing up into jesse's arms), but she's super loyal and sweet and happy to never leave jesse's side. having her to play with and walk really helps him get out of the house during his early time in alaska, and its much easier to smile and feel human when theres a big dog tromping towards u with a stick in their mouth. he hasn't had a dog since he was a young kid and forgot how wonderful it is to just. have another living creature around. for a lot of his early time, he's not quite ready to talk to other people or be around them for extended periods of time even though he feels really lonely, so clover is the perfect companion. he doesn't have to lie to her or pretend or hide or fit into a new identity that still itches: he can just enjoy being not alone. and it really helps having her sleep in bed with him. nothing brings u back to the present after an especially vicious nightmare faster than a loving, slobbery dog kiss

#bookofmajora #ask #syd squeaks #leighanne I will never ever be able to express how happy it makes me when u ask about my au #like I love talking about it (obviously lol) but the questions u ask just make me !!!!! ecstatic #I love talking about this world I love sharing it with u!!!!#jesse pinkman #clover the dog #sheila burton #demi ayuluk

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whimsii-cal · 3 months

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thinking a lot about the common fanon interpretations of the werdos in comparison to the chorus werdo characters. like

maggpi in fanon: motherly figure. intelligent and wise and a little bit done with the others’ shit but very patient and serene. gives good advice

maggpi in chorus: mentally unstable butch whose only emotional outlet is chopping wood and punching things. will protect you with her life but also knock you unconscious sooner than she would even dream of uttering the words “I love you” or directly expressing tenderness toward you. has not spoken about her feelings since she was 6 years old and will continue not to for the foreseeable future.

Tawkerr in fanon: Silly little guy. Full of sass. Feral goblin. eats rocks.

Tawkerr in chorus: ticking time bomb of emotion who feels his feelings way too deeply. anarchist coded and aggressively speaks out against everything he finds unjust. cannot close his mouth to save his life. in any other setting he would have been publicly executed for speaking out against authority at this point. also a raging bisexual who foams at the mouth at anyone he finds attractive, including the vast majority of this series’ antagonists and lacks the shame to be embarrassed about flirting with them so he’s just steadily collecting partners like a massive polyamorous snowball rolling down a hill and assimilating whoever it runs over

Stoowarb in fanon: sans undertale on caffeine. Extroverted and loud and funny. everyone loves him

Stoowarb in chorus: autistic 15 year old boy who is in fandoms and would be chronically online if he were not forced to go outside because he has to save the world. crippling social anxiety but also craves interaction. his attempts to be likable are stupid and stuttery but most people adore him anyway because it just comes across as endearing. Big dumb golden retriever energy. Also canonically into homestuck. let him talk to you about his ocs please

Parlsona in fanon: girlypop

Parlsona in chorus: girlypop

#/J FOR THE LAST ONE THERES SO MUCH MORE TO PARLY’S CHARACTER THAN THAT I SWEAR IM NOT BLOWING HER OFF #whimsys words #msm #chorus

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coffee-n-some-cream · 8 months

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butch 4 butch (girls!rasey)

Ella came over to her house all the time. She crashed on the couch or sprawled on her bedroom floor. They would run amok in the streets, getting up to stupid shit, drinking too many beers for a pair of teenagers in public, hollering at each other across the street, digging through trash, wrestling each other in a park gazebo. They always stumbled into Casey’s house well after midnight, buzzed and giggling and covered with new scrapes, not even bothering to keep their voices down because when Casey’s dad had his whiskey in him a train barging into the house wouldn’t wake him up. It was nothing they’d be able to get away with at Ella’s, with her caring father and overbearing sister waiting up all hours of the night for her.

After they had gotten all their energy out, their screams and cackles and roughhousing, they would collapse in twin piles of sweaty limbs and toothy grins. And then, only then, did the quiet of the night and the shadows of Casey’s room allow the important things to be said.

“I think his drinking is getting worse.”

“You can crash at mine any time.”

“Your dad doesn’t like me. Neither does your sister.”

“Yeah, but they’re not total assholes.”

Sometimes Casey’s hand would dangle over the side of her bed, the tips of her fingers brushing the soft fabric of Ella’s t-shirt. Something so light and casual it could be an accident.

“My sisters are scared of me.”

“Scared for you, probably.”

“Shouldn’t be.”

“They love you, dumbass.”

Sometimes Ella would kick her leg up and rest it on the mattress, foot barely resting against Casey’s leg.

“What if I’m just like him?”

“Gross. You’re nothing like him.”

And sometimes they would just sprawl half over each other on Casey’s twin bed, Casey’s leg curling around Ella’s and Ella’s arm trapped under Casey’s back. As they dozed, Casey could turn her head and smell the musk of Ella’s sweat on her neck, could see the steady rise of her chest in the light of the streetlamp.

“I think I… nevermind.”

“What?”

“Nah.”

“...Pussy.”

“Fuck you.”

Ella woke up with her arms around Casey more than once, head practically buried in her hairy armpit as Casey starfished across the bed.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Casey might drawl. “Get cold and lonely last night?”

“Holding on for dear life, more like it. I don’t know why I even try sleeping in the bed, you always try to push me out of it in your sleep.”

That summer, they played the night on repeat. Ella’s family would treat her presence as a rare occurrence. Donna would react to the sight of her with sardonic shock, Mika would needle her and beg her to stay long enough to get crushed in Super Smash Bros. Dad accepted her daily goings with wary side-eyes, and Leona seemed to oscillate between lip-pursed lectures on staying out too late and too-sincere worry about what Ella got up to.

“Going to Casey’s. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“This is shocking news.” Donna drawled.

“Ella… Remember that Mika’s softball games start tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Bye.”

Casey’s dad, on the other hand, barely noticed whether Casey was there or not.

“I swear, I could walk out of the house naked and throw myself into traffic and he wouldn’t even notice until the electricity got turned off because I’m the only one who remembers to pay it.”

Their evenings were spent wrapped in each other’s worlds, loud and raucous and competing to make each other laugh. The nights were cool and sticky with dried sweat and dipping their heads together in secrecy, trusting each other with the parts of their hearts that they couldn’t share with anyone else.

Casey’s eyes were brown, but looked like deep wells of black in the indigo darkness of her room. Her hair spilled inky and stringy over her mattress, escaping from her ponytail in long tangled strands. Ella’s own ponytail could barely hold together at the best of times, as short and thick as it was.

Ella toyed with the ends of Casey’s hair where they poured over the bed. “You ever wanna just… cut it all off?”

“Nah, too much work.”

“Isn’t taking care of it too much work?”

Casey’s shoulders shook with an almost silent chuckle. “Does it look like I take care of it?”

Ella snorted. “Good point.”

Casey was curled on her side on the bed, looking down at where Ella was laying on the floor, unopened sleeping bag separating her from the hardwood floor. It was a hot, sticky night. Too hot to share the bed.

“I kinda want to cut mine off. Just. Full chop.”

“Do it, then.”

“I don’t wanna deal with all the comments and shit. People will freak out.”

“Fuck ‘em.”

“Yeah.”

Ella’s fingers tangled in the ends of Casey’s hair, further up than before, and Casey felt the slight tug on her scalp. She hummed, feeling wide awake.

“Hey, what was that thing you were gonna say the other night but wimped out about?”

A long sigh. “Can you drop that?”

“Fuck no, dude. I wanna know.”

“It was stupid.”

“So? We say stupid shit all the time.”

“Uh, who’s ‘we’?”

“Fuck you.”

A snicker and another tug, this time very deliberate. Casey bit her lip because Ella wasn’t looking at her face. Her eyes were trained on the ends of her hair.

“What was it?”

Silence followed.

Casey reached down and batted at Ella’s face. Her hand was smacked away and Ella turned her head, but Casey just reached out again and stuck a finger in Ella’s ear. Her hand was smacked away again, this time harder.

“Would you fuckin’ stop?”

“What was it?”

Another sigh, and Ella glared at the ceiling of Casey’s room. Casey watched the discomfort grow on her face. She saw the moment Ella decided to tell her the truth, her eyes overtaken by regret even before she opened her mouth.

“I think I'm gay.”

Casey blinked. “Oh.”

Ella continued to stare at the ceiling. She reached up to scratch at her brow, hand hiding her eyes from Casey’s view. “Yeah.”

“That’s cool.”

A glance in her direction. “Is it?”

Casey was sure it must be showing, all the noise in her head and the bubbling over in her chest. She was sure her breaths must be coming in pants, that she must be floating off the bed a bit, that her eyes must have little cartoon hearts in them. Of course it was cool. Jesus fuck, of course it was.

“Yeah, man.” Casey’s hand dangled down and mingled with her hair, both no longer touching or being touched by Ella. “I mean. Pretty sure I’m bi. So.”

Ella searched her face, apprehensive, like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. “You are?”

“Yeah. Since I was, like, twelve. Thought you knew.” A shrug. “So I get it. Girls are hot.”

Ella’s eyes looked cool and colorless in the moonlight as they watched her. Casey watched her right back, thinking that in the daylight they were the warmest hazel. Ella’s breaths hitched before she evened them out again, and the silence stretched between them. Silence wasn’t something they usually did.

Casey opened her mouth to say something, and her fingers twitched forward. But Ella was so still, and she looked scared. Casey had never seen her scared. She pulled her hand up onto the bed.

“Hey. Let me cut your hair.”

A breath escaped Ella’s mouth. “What makes you think I’m gonna trust you with a pair of scissors near my head?”

“Because I’m gonna use clippers, and I’ve been cutting my dad’s hair with them since I was seven.”

“Good point.”

The soft buzz filling the room that night clung to the inside of Ella’s ears and filled her up with something warm. She sat in Casey’s desk chair and stared at the baseball bat that sat in the corner of the bedroom, broken in half and patched together with duct tape. They hadn’t bothered with a towel, so strands of soft, black hair fell over Ella’s shoulders and into her lap. She held one lock between her fingers, rolling it back and forth. Her skin tingled where Casey’s fingers ran along her scalp, her neck. Fingers pulled lightly at her hair, tousling it, and a warm shiver went down her spine.

A breeze pushed through the window and Ella could feel it against her scalp. She sighed.

A hand brushed the hair from the back of her neck, and the buzzing stopped abruptly. “We’re gonna need to hose you off. I’m itchy just looking at you. But I think you’re done.”

Ella reached up to feel her head, her breath catching at the prickly hairs against her palm. Casey turned the chair until she faced the mirror that was propped up against the dresser. Ella stared at herself.

“What do you think?” Casey grinned, the gaps in her teeth on full display. “Not counting the piles of hair all over you.”

Ella nodded, not taking her eyes away from the mirror. She looked like a different person. A stronger person. Someone Ella wished she was.

“I think you look hot,” Casey blurted when Ella didn’t answer. “The butch look suits you.”

When Ella turned to look at her, a huge smile spread across her face. It was wide and warm and ferocious, and Casey thought that smile could eat her alive if she let it.

“Yeah. I like it.”

Ella’s family didn’t freak out as much as she thought. Donna didn’t even notice that her hair was short until Mika rolled out of bed, wandered into the kitchen, and let out a piercing shriek of joy at the sight of her. Leona bemoaned Ella’s willingness to let Casey near her head with a pair of clippers, but offered a tentative smile as she said, “It looks nice.” Dad just tousled her hair with a gentle hand and remarked that it made her look so grown up, a wistful tinge to his voice.

Ella couldn’t keep her hands off her own head for the first few days. Casey got a pride-filled grin every time she caught her running a hand over the nape of her neck or palming the hair around her temples. The new hair seemed to be an excuse to get her hands in the mix as well, ruffling and mussing the short strands every chance she got so they stood up in odd spots.

The days were hotter, the sun harsher, and Casey’s A/C wasn’t up to the job. Casey declared that Ella could have the stinkin’ bed before sprawling out on the cool hardwood floor. Ella sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. Casey’s forehead was against the floor, her hair pulled into a high ponytail to keep it off her neck, and Ella was staring at the wispy hairs at her nape. They were shiny and stuck together with sweat. Then her eyes followed the dusting of freckles along her neck. They ran up to her cheeks and behind her ears, then trailed down her shoulders and beneath the fabric of her shirt. Ella wondered, if she pulled the shirt off, how far they would go. Where the little flecks of brown would be.

“Quit staring, it’s getting me all hot and bothered.” Casey’s voice was soft and teasing, her nose scrunched.

Ella swallowed and looked away, face warming. “Weird joke.”

The room was silent for a moment. Crickets filled the night air, and a soft breeze ruffled the pages of a comic book Casey had left on the dresser.

“I wasn’t really joking.” Her voice wasn’t teasing anymore.

Ella’s heart started to hammer in her chest, and she didn’t dare look. Casey must see her breaths coming faster, the heat creeping up her neck, the sweat pooling in her collar bone.

Then Casey was in front of her, kneeling at her feet, a hand gripping the sheets next to Ella’s thigh. Ella couldn’t look away, her gaze pulled to those deep brown eyes, the way moonlight danced in them, the way they looked scared. Ella had never seen her scared.

Casey’s lips parted. “El.”

Ella’s fingers threaded with the greasy strands of Casey’s hair and pulled her forward, lips pressing harshly against hers. A gasp filled Ella’s chest at the jolt of heat that ran to her belly, and Casey’s breath warmed her cheek in a deep sigh of relief. Casey’s hands went around her waist, strong and bony and gentle, and with a little tilt of her head, she turned the kiss from something hurried and rough to something slower, sweeter. Her lips were so warm and soft against Ella’s, and it felt like she was smiling.

Ella’s hands loosened to cup her face, afraid that at any moment she would try to pull back. But she didn’t. Instead, she leaned forward, pushing herself between Ella’s knees. Ella could feel the ribbed fabric of her tank top against the inside of her thighs. Casey bit lightly at her bottom lip, and Ella sighed into her mouth.

Then Casey dipped her head and licked at the sweat along Ella’s collarbone. Ella’s hands knotted in the back of Casey’s shirt.

“Casey,” she breathed.

“El.” Casey kissed up her neck and sucked hard on the spot just under her ear.

Ella had to bite her lip to keep down her groan. “Casey, you cut my hair.”

“Sure did.” A kiss, a soft nibble, then she sucked on the skin again.

There was nothing she could do to hold back the shiver that ran down her spine, but she tugged on Casey’s hair, trying to pull her off. Casey just moaned a little and bit down on her neck harder.

“Case. My neck.” Another tug on her hair, another moan.

Casey’s lips were making obscenely wet sounds as they kissed her skin. “Your neck. Yeah.”

“Casey.” Ella finally yanked on her hair hard enough to pull her head away. “Don’t give me a hickey. I can’t cover it because you cut my hair.”

Casey’s pupils were huge, her lips swollen pink, and she stared at Ella blankly for a moment. Then understanding dawned in her eyes. “Oh, shit.” She looked at her neck. “Yeah. Um.”

“Dude, did you…?”

“Oh, yeah, I did.”

“Already?”

She nodded, eyes locked hungrily on the light bruise under Ella’s ear. “Yeah.”

Her hand slapped over the bruise, and Ella glared at Casey, which Casey thought was really hot, honestly, what with her kissed-pink lips and rosy cheeks.

“My family is gonna freak.”

Casey shrugged and grinned. “Fuck ‘em.”

“If my dad sees me with this, there’s no way I’ll be able to spend the night here anymore.”

“Oh.” Her face fell. “Shit. Do you have anything to cover it, like makeup?”

“Seriously?” Ella’s hands gestured around the room. “Me? Do you have makeup?”

Casey chewed on her lip. “The butch look has its downsides. What about your sisters?”

“Leona wears makeup sometimes, but if she sees this there’s no way she’s not snitching to Dad.” Ella rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. “Mika loves makeup, but that kid can’t keep a secret to save her damn life, and Donna doesn’t touch the stuff.”

The floorboards creaked loudly as Casey stood and walked to her closet. Ella watched her rifle through it, yanking hangers against each other and digging through the pile that covered her shoes. She had thought the way she felt, if it ever managed to escape into the dark little haven of Casey’s room, would destroy their little something, rend it to pieces, stamp it into the ground and spit on it. It had been an ugly, fearful thing sitting in her chest. But it had gotten free. And Casey was the same, talked to her the same, looked at her the same. Ella thought that meant something. That the way Casey looked at her when they kissed was the same way she always looked at her.

Casey was in front of her again holding a hoodie. She snapped her fingers in front of Ella’s face. “You with me? You good?”

Ella swatted at the hand. “Quit.” She yanked the hoodie out of her hands and inspected it, feeling the well-worn fabric, sniffing it. It had the musk of a hoodie that had been worn for a while without being washed. And the sleeves had been cut off, the edges jagged and fraying like Casey had done it really quickly with a pair of dull scissors.

Casey let her look it over for a bit, then tugged on it gently, pulling it around her shoulders and putting the hood over her head. “There.” She reached into the hood and tapped the hickey, making Ella jump. “Can’t see it.”

“Your solution is for me to wear a hoodie? In summer?” Even as she spoke, her finger hooked into the loop of Casey’s jean shorts and pulled her closer.

“The sleeves are cut off, it’s cool enough.” Casey lifted one knee to rest on the mattress between Ella’s legs. “By the way, your arms are gonna look so good in that.”

“They’re definitely gonna know something’s up.”

“You got a better idea?” Casey whispered, leaning forward so her breaths puffed against Ella’s lips.

“Good point.” Ella pulled her down and kissed her again.

#my writing #fandom writings #fanfiction #fanfic #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #raph #raphael #casey jones #rasey #fem!raphael #fem!casey #this was written to the fantastic song butch 4 butch by rio romeo on loop #idk how/if to post this to ao3 because there's a part 2 but it's not really rasey focused hmmmmm #sibling moment with leo and ella to follow shortly

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motsimages · 1 year

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When I was a kid, Northern Exposure was on TV. I liked Maggie. She was strong willed, lived on her own, was a pilot, had boyfriends, had a strong character and looked comfortable, like a woman in her position looks: big t-shirts, jeans, warm jackets, short hair. Quite butch for a femme so to say, which is how many rural femmes look like actually.

I have rewatched some episodes lately and I couldn't stand her. She has so many complexes, she is so insecure in her aggressiveness. Her motto seems to be The best defense is an attack and so she goes. They made the classic will they won't they with Joel and most of the time he is just doing his thing and she comes to him thinking the worst (of herself) and saying it out loud. "You probably think I'm x" and he is there like "eh?" and she makes a big deal out of it.

When I was a kid, I thought he was worse than he really is. He may be arrogant and self-absorbed in his own way, but he is also kind and patient and Maggie just goes out of her way to basically insult him and mistreat him. She is unbearable.

She can't sit down and think about why she is like that. And I would have to watch the whole series again but I think the writers didn't really make her learn to treat herself better, to love herself better and to be more patient with the people around her.

I don't remember well enough to know if they made someone learn or if it was basically the same people in different situations, episode of the week kind of thing, but Maggie really seems to me the idea that a man has of a feminist independent woman. And now that I am the feminist independent woman that I wanted to be when I was a child, they did Maggie dirty portraying her like that.

#northern exposure #doctor en alaska #maggie #Shelly actually was more mature and more independent than Maggie #They wanted to break stereotypes with Shelly and they did it probably unknowingly

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sage-nebula · 2 months

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A trend I've noticed cropping up into Pearlina works that has started bugging me a little is the tendency to make Pearl masc/butch while Marina is femme. Which, on the one hand, at least people aren't making Marina butch just because she's Black, which is something a lot of fandoms do to Black women due to racism. But on the other hand, it's still not true at all to Pearl's character and, more to the point, I think it's bugging me because I feel like it's heteronormativity applied to a queer couple.

I mean, these are fictional characters so at the end of the day it's not a big deal. But this is something we (i.e. queer people) face all the time. Like as a lesbian, I've had to have the "well one of you would have to be the man" talk with my father multiple times because although he understands on some level that we're both women, there's a part of him that's like, well, one person still fulfills the Masc Role and one person still fulfills the Femme Role. And it doesn't help that I'm gender nonconforming and always have been (to the point where, even as a child, I would get my older relatives to purchase my clothes from the boys' department because I, an otherwise extremely well-behaved child, would pitch fits if made to wear feminine clothing). So like in his mind I'm the Masc Role, which I mean, true, but that still doesn't make me "the man," I'm still a woman, and a cis woman at that. But this is sort of veering away from the point.

The point is, in a wlw relationship, sure, sometimes one of the women involved is butch and the other is femme. But also, sometimes both women are butches. And sometimes both women are femmes. And being butch or femme isn't always about how you dress anyway. And sometimes people like to change up how they dress depending on the day, and so on and so forth. But I feel like, at least in fandom, sometimes fandoms take queer couples in fiction and they still subconsciously box them into Masc and Femme roles. This happens both with wlw couples and mlm couples. Because we're raised in a very heterocentric society, we'll often subconsciously apply the heteronormative relationship patterns onto these queer couples in our art and fiction without even realizing we're doing it.

And I think it's happening here because Pearl's personality is very rough-and-tumble. Pearl is loud, she's assertive and can be aggressive when she's protecting those she cares about, she's not afraid to fight and get messy, she's reckless and brave and has a stereotypical "masculine" personality. This contrasts with Marina (intentionally), who is sweeter, more gentle, more openly affectionate, more cautious, et cetera, and overall has a more stereotypically "feminine" personality. So people are like, okay, Pearl has the more stereotypical "masculine" personality, so we'll make her the Masc/Butch one, and Marina the Femme one. Which, again, at least they're not going the racist route with Marina. I do appreciate that.

But it's still is a stereotype that doesn't really fit Pearl, and when I look at some of the fanart, it still doesn't square. Of course people can draw what they want, and I have reblogged some of it, and I'm not trying to make anyone feel bad. But I am just saying, Pearl is VERY feminine in her dress and presentation. Yes, Pearl has a brash personality, but actually take a moment to look at her, in both Splatoon 2 and Splatoon 3. Here are hallmarks of Pearl's wardrobe and design:

Traditionally feminine colors in pastel shades: pinks, creams, and yellows/golds

Shiny jewelry, such as rings, necklaces, and most notably jewel encrusted crowns

She wears dresses; her main outfit in Splatoon 2 is a dress, she wears her baggy hoodie in OE like a dress, and she has a gold sparkly dress under Marina's her jacket in Side Order

Pearl is princess themed all over (hence her stage name of MC Princess), and it shows! She's very feminine. She loves being pretty. Yes she has short hair, but it's a cute, feminine bob. Yes, she has a rough-and-tumble personality, but that doesn't have anything to do with how she loves to dress up in girly pastel dresses (or hoodies that she can wear in such a way that they look like dresses) to look pretty. This squid contains multitudes. (And if you're like, "But what if she ruined her pretty dresses?" well, she's filthy rich, so what does she care? She'll just buy a new one lmao.)

And yes, I am aware that when Pearl was in her heavy metal phase before meeting Marina, she did dress in a black punk outfit, complete with pants. She is also wearing a black version of her OE hoodie in my icon, which comes from a Famitsu render. (At least I believe it was a Famitsu render.) But as I mentioned before, people can change their styles every now and again, and at least for the past 5+ in-game years, Pearl has not only been doing hip-hop instead of heavy metal, but has also been dressing a lot more feminine and in much brighter colors. Who knows? Maybe meeting Marina brightened up her outlook, and that inspired her to brighten up her wardrobe :)

And none of this is to say that Marina should be depicted as butch, because she absolutely should not! Marina is ALSO very feminine! Yes, Marina likes to wear pants, but pants aren't automatically masc, and she still wears a lot of feminine tops, pumps, et cetera. Both Pearl and Marina are feminine.

Again, I'm not trying to police what anyone can or can't draw or depict, but it just started to bug me a little in a, "This is the same heteronormative pattern I often see" kind of way, and also a, "This is not true to her character" kind of way as well. Especially as a lesbian woman who, again, is GNC and not feminine at all. Trust, I would love more honest representation of women like me, but Pearl is just not that. She's a sparkly, high-femme, rowdy little princess. And I love her just the way she is.

#idk if i should tag this since it might be seen as causing wank or drama #but i just wanted to get it off my chest yknow

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