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7ndipity · 6 months

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When Their Crush Has a Crush

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: In connection with the Secret Crush HCs, how they would react/get jealous to finding out that their crush has feelings for someone(or even another member)

Warnings: angst, swearing

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! We’re back with more of that unrequited angst that y’all apparently love lol! This also kinda reminded me of this jealousy reaction I made awhile back, so there’s that if you want to check those out too!

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Jin:

Oh, he HATES it. And does not hide it, though he’s giving you five different reasons why he hates it, and none of them are the truth, at least not entirely.

“They don't strike me as the relationship type.” “I think they might be a murderer.” “They’re just not good enough for you.”

Tries to make himself look better in comparison.

But he’s not trying to make a move! Nonono, he would never do that. He just wants you to know what a better option looks like.

Yeah, that’s it.🙄

Yoongi:

Tries to not let it bother him, and by that I mean he’s like “of-course-you-would-find-someone-why-wouldn’t-you?-it’s-not-like-he-ever-told-you-how-he-felt-but-it’s-totally-fine-and-not-haunting-his-every-waking-moment-but-omg-what-if-you-actually-get-with-them-”

Yeah, no, he’s going to majorly overthink the whole situation, like it’s bad.

Would probably withdraw for a bit, but then realizes that he can’t stand the distance and gets kinda clingy.

Which clingy Yoongi is like? A whole different person?

This would probably be one of the few moments that would tip you off about his true feelings.

Hobi:

Tries not to be bothered at first, bc it’s just a crush, it doesn’t mean anything… Right?

Queue him getting in his head and starting to worry about literally everything.

Throws so much side eye though and knit picks whoever's caught your attention, but he can’t quite help it.

Would end up slipping up and saying something about he doesn’t think they’re a good match for you. Which leads to you asking who would be a good match for you then?

And then he either just says idk, or ends up basically describing himself and hoping you don’t notice how desperately he’s trying not to confess right then and there.

Namjoon:

Gets jealous super easily, you already know, though you don’t quite know why.

As I said before, if you so much as even mention being into somebody, he’s pulling back and distancing himself a bit as a kind of defense mechanism.

Or else he tries to avoid being around them or bringing them up in conversation, though he’ll deny that’s what he’s doing if you ask.

Is so fucking passive aggressive about anything relationship related, you end up thinking that he must’ve got dumped or smth and feeling kinda bad for him.

Which ends up triggering this weird sort of truce between you where you just don’t talk about it for a while.

Jimin:

Lowkey panicking inside. Because yeah, hypothetically he wants you to be happy and live your best life, but does it have to be with them? Or anyone?

Would want to try to dissuade your feelings for them a bit, but he doesn’t want to come off as manipulative or disrespectful of your opinion.

“They don’t seem like a good match for you.”

He’s mostly kinda mad at himself, cause if he’d just told you how he felt earlier, he wouldn’t be in this situation.

Would probably start seriously considering actually confessing, cause he cannot stand being in this weird limbo state with you.

Taehyung:

Ngl, he’s so dramatic, even if it’s just a tiny crush, he’s going to be kinda heartbroken, like you might as well have kissed them in front of him.

Okay, maybe it’s not that bad, but you get what I’m saying. He’s not cool with this.

Does not hide his feelings of disdain for whoever’s caught your attention.(they are not passing the vibe check)

Gets hella clingy and wants to be with you constantly, so that you don’t really have time for them? If that even makes sense?

Tries to find things to impress you and get you to take notice of him cause don’t you think he’s nice too? Don’t you think he’d make a good partner too?

Jungkook:

The sulkiest man to ever exist.

He can not stand it, even if it's a purely theoretical situation, like all you said was that you thought some guy was cute, and now he’s imagining all the worst case scenarios where he could lose you to them.

Like Tae, he’d get soo fucking possessive and clingy, trying to prove himself to you, though he might not exactly be sure what he’s trying to prove.

Would actively try to put himself between you and them if at all possible.

As I said before, this would probably be his achilles heel that pushes him over the edge and leads to him confessing, even if he knows it’s the wrong time.

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @captainorangegoose @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis

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campgender · 9 months

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Hi, my friend has a chronic illness that flares up sometimes and we've been wanting to hang out but it has gotten cancelled a couple times lately bc of her not feeling well enough on the day. I want to ask her how she feels cuz I care abt her a lot and want an update but 1, I don't want her to feel pressured or like I'm asking just to ask can we hang out now, and not bc I care abt how she's feeling (does that make sense? I may be overthinking this) and 2, I genuinely wanna know how she's doing but idk what to say if she responds with her not being better, sometimes u don't feel better and that's ok but I always want to offer comfort somehow or just convey my friendship? but I feel the same everytime and don't want to sound repetitive ?

Any thoughts?

this is really kind of you & it means so much to me that you want to support your friend & are putting so much thought into it! my response is inherently based in my own experience to an extent & everybody’s different, but a lot if not all of this is stuff i’ve heard regularly from other chronically ill people. of course, don’t say anything you don’t mean – if some of this isn’t the case for you, just adapt accordingly :)

i understand worrying about being repetitive but i think that’s totally okay to do! for one thing, it can be difficult to remember things period when you’re ill, especially during a flare, & for another, internalized + societal ableism is a hell of a force. it never hurts to have a reminder that not everyone is trying to force ableist expectations onto you + your friendship & that someone cares about you!

i think you can definitely tell your friend pretty much what you told me! like, “hey, it’s okay if you aren’t feeling up for responding but i just wanted to check on you! not trying to pressure you to hang out or anything, i just care about you & how you’re doing”

honestly the most important + supportive thing people have ever told me is that it’s okay if the answer is “bad.” i’m literally like surprised pikachu meme every time somebody offers to let me vent about having a rough time & then it helps me just to talk about it. it’s really socially unacceptable to talk about chronic pain & a lot of people get frustrated when you’re complaining about the same thing & there’s not really anything they can do, so just the opportunity to be like “yeah shit fucking sucks right now” means a lot.

obv the appropriateness of this depends on the person & their relationship to disability but most of the time i’m very like, radical acceptance / embracing / etc about the fact that i’m probably just gonna get sicker, so sometimes when i’m having a rough time emotionally & am like “what if i’m this bad for the rest of my life” my gf (who doesn’t have chronic pain / chronic illness) will say something like “then i can’t wait to be there with you ❤️” & it’s more meaningful to me than i can begin to put into words.

again everybody’s different but for me one of the biggest things is when disability stuff just… isn’t a big deal to the other person. which, it’s totally okay for you to need support from others when someone you care about is going through a hard time & when things change! but abled people are constantly horrified about like, every aspect of my life, so being able to talk casually about symptoms & somebody mirror the mood / tone i set – laugh if i’m joking, be upset about the ableism i experience & not my body itself if i’m complaining about people being weird about it, taking things as they come – is so affirming.

other things that have been helpful + meaningful for me are friends sending me notes, stickers, & art in the mail – having something tangible can make me feel more “real” & part of the world, something i struggle with due to being homebound – & peer support around medical neglect, which often just looks like talking to someone after a doctor’s appointment & them reaffirming my reality / experiences & saying i didn’t deserve to be treated that way.

oh one other change in language i’ve made over time & probably picked up from a few other ill people in my life is a sort of realistic encouragement – there’s not necessarily anything wrong with “i hope you feel better soon!” because like, i get that the message is well-intentioned, but it can be awkward & difficult to receive when you don’t know if that’s gonna happen. instead, i try to tell people something like “i hope you get a bit of relief soon” or “i hope things are a little easier tomorrow.” a 7/10 pain day may be horrifying for most people, but when you’ve had a streak of 9s, it can be a much-needed taking the edge off, & i try to make space for that breadth of experience in my language.

i’ve answered a few similar questions before so i’ll add my “asks” & “faq” tags on my chronic illness blog in the reblogs if you want to browse! much love to you & your friend and feel free to lmk if you have any other questions 💓💓

#asks #chronic illness

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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Heyoo!

I have a request, it’s a bit of a long gif so if ya don’t get to it or don’t wanna do it, it’s fine lol.

Anyways, my idea / request / prompt / Echo x Fem!Reader goes like this, kinda, feel free to take liberties

Echo, now I feel like he would be a nervous kinda guy when it comes to having a crush. Like, he just doesn’t know what to say and overthinks absolutely everything, and can’t rly take a hint. Before he got blown up, there was a girl, who he has a liiiitle crush on n such, (idk you can make her a mechanic, doctor, bartender, whatever idm)

And they were rly good “friends” n such r something, aaaand some time after he joins TBB he visits the old place where he used to reside with the other guys in the domino squad (I forget where *sob*) And she’s is surprisingly still there. Heartfelt angsty ?kinda? Maybe reunion yadayadaydada and a bit after that and after catching up, probably a day or two later they pick up hints that they like each other and eventually confess n StUfF, aaand ya, then he has to go back with TBB and they be sad, he invites her to join but she is hesitant, and bc the other squad members don’t even know her she ends up saying no- aaaaand ya-

( 💀 omg i don’t even know anymore )

Idk it’s a very weird prompt, I’m making this up as I go, so feel free to pick and choose, take or add, whatever u wanna do

Again if u don’t wanna do it that is perfectly fine, just a thought. Love your work! <33

I Dream Of Forever

Summary: Summary: You’ve been a bartender on Rishi since you were old enough to take orders correctly. Echo was a Clone Trooper turned ARC Trooper stationed on Rishi who was a little more than friends with you. You legitimately believe he’s dead. But when a group of clones land on Rishi, you come face to face with the man you hoped would be your forever.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 2201

Warnings: Some suggestive moments, but nothing detailed

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I thing I got the general vibe you want, but if I didn't please let me know and I'll do something else.

You’ve been a bartender at the same bar on Rishi since you were ten years old. Your parents had debts to the bar owner, and they sold you to make up for it. Well, you and your siblings.

You’re the lucky one.

Your…owner? Guardian? Whatever he is, he treats you like a beloved granddaughter. He buys you clothes and food and allows you to go to school…and until you reached the age of majority at 18, you only had to work four hours a night four days a week.

He even paid for you to go to college, and he pays you well enough that you have your own home here on Rishi.

You’re lucky.

Your older brother, you know, ended up becoming a gladiator in the Outer Rim, and last you heard he’s an enforcer for the Hutt Cartel. Your older sister, however, became a drug runner for a Spice Cartel and last you heard she’s moving from rehab center to rehab center.

You’re lucky.

Maybe if you repeat it often enough, you’ll believe it.

All things considered, Rishi isn’t the worst place to spend your life. The area you live in is warm and bright and right on the water. Not to mention you’ve got several friends here that you would miss if you left…or if the Empire decides to actually deal with the pirate problem.

You’re not worried though.

The Republic’s war with the Separatists barely touched Rishi afterall, aside from having a single watch station that has been abandoned for years now.

And you don’t expect that the Empire will push too much.

Your gaze drifts from the food stall that you’re visiting, lingering on the small, almost overgrown, old Republic comm station. Once upon there had been five men stationed there. Hevy, Droidbait, Cutup, Fives, and Echo.

While you had some concerns as to how the pirates of Rishi would react to obvious soldiers spending time in their bars…people were surprisingly okay with them. More than one of them getting an offer to join different crews.

A small smile lifts your lips at the memory of your boys laughingly turning down offers of pirate crew memberships.

The Dominos had been Rishi’s, more so than the Republics, and people raged when they heard that they died.

First when Droidbait and Cutup died, and then later when they heard that Hevy was killed on Kamino. And then even later when Echo was blown up, and then Fives was killed-

Fives’ death was kind of the final straw for Rishi.

Even now, the Pirates of Rishi are more than happy to raid imperial vessels, in honor of their Dominos.

You step around a group of Mercs, all of whom have dominoes tattooed on their hands, and start to meander your way back to your home. You miss them. All of them.

But, if you’re going to be honest, you probably miss Echo the most.

He was a lot like his brothers, loud and boisterous, and always ready with a joke or a quip, or to finish a joke that his twin set up. He was always the first to greet you with a grin, and the last to say goodbye at the end of the night.

But, unlike his brothers, he flirted with you a little shyly, as though he wasn’t sure what he was doing.

It was charming and sweet, and you found yourself smitten with him.

He didn’t, quite, get over his shyness with you even after the first time you invited him into your home with tempting kisses. He was still a little shy even after the tenth time you invited him into your home, and your bed, with teasing touches and adoring kisses.

You wanted forever with him, and you thought, hoped, that he wanted the same.

And then he left, and you never heard from him again.

You suppose, in a way, it makes sense. Why would a soldier want to slum it with a bartender who’s technically a slave.

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

After all, you still dream of forever with Echo. Only now, your dreams are definitely castles in the air.

After all, dead men don’t get happily ever afters.

“We need to land somewhere,” Tech says to his brothers, a frown on his face, “The damage to the ship is…far too severe for me to repair without landing.”

“Where can we land, though?” Wrecker asks, “It’s not like there are a large number of places that will accept us.”

Echo eyes the star map speculatively, “I…may have an idea.” He offers, as his gaze lands on a specific planet. A bright smile dances across your memory, and a loving laugh echoes in his ears.

He’s a kriffing fool.

Hopefully she won’t turn him away.

“Well?” Hunter prompts when Echo doesn’t continue right away.

“I think we should go to Rishi.” Echo says slowly.

“Rishi!” Tech sputters.

“That’s a pirate planet, Echo.” Hunter says, “They won’t react well-”

“Do you have a better idea?” Echo asks.

The room falls silent for a moment, and then Tech sighs, “It is up to you, Hunter. Rishi is the closest planet we can land on.”

Hunter pushes his hand through his hair, “Fine. Do it.”

An hour later, the Marauder lands on an open pad, and no one comes to the ship to speak to them. “Is this…normal?” Tech asks.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Echo replies with a shrug, “We should probably not wear our armor here,” He adds. He’s already changed into civilian attire, and he’s somewhat anxiously rubbing his arm just over where his scomp is attached.

“Why?”

“Because our armor screams ‘clones’ and I’m not sure how the pirates will react to seeing clones now.” Echo replies dryly, “I’ve heard rumors of Rishi based Pirates raiding Republic and Imperial transports lately.”

Hunter agrees that it’s a reasonable precaution, and they all hurriedly change into civilian attire, before they get off the ship, with Omega clinging to Wrecker’s hand. And then, almost as one, they turn to Echo.

Echo sighs and rubs the back of his head, and then he turns and heads deeper into the city.

Some things have changed, new people, new stalls, but most everything else is the same. He pauses in front of a specific bar, and peers in, his dark eyes scanning the faces of the bartenders for a moment, before he motions for his brothers to follow him some more.

“Are you lookin’ for someone?” Wrecker asks.

“Yeah. Someone who, hopefully, won’t be too angry at me and will be willing to help.” Echo says.

“A friend?” Omega asks.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Echo leads them away from the shops and docks, and over to a row of apartments. He scans the buildings for a moment, before he turns and heads to one of the smaller buildings, and he stops in front of a plain door, with flower boxes in the windows.

His lips curl up in a small smile, Fives made those flower boxes early one morning when he was hyped up on Caf. They were crooked and lopsided, but it looks like she kept them. Though it looks like she painted them. “Wait here.” Echo says to his siblings, before he walks over to the door, and he knocks twice.

“Just a moment!” Her voice comes from the other side of the door, and Echo doesn’t fight his smile.

She sounds exactly the same.

Stars, please don’t let her be too mad.

The door slides open, “Yes? Can I help yo-” She stops mid-sentence when she sees who’s standing there, “...Echo?”

“You grew your hair out,” Echo replies, a small smile lifting his lips, “It looks good. You look amazing. I’m sure you have a question or twenty, cyar’ika-”

Echo’s not able to finish his sentence as she flings her arms around him and crashes her lips against his. His arms fold tightly around her and he immediately kisses her back, and it’s almost as if no time has passed at all.

If he focuses, he can almost hear Fives wolf-whistling and hear Cutup making lewd comments.

And then reality snaps back into place when he hears Tech’s dry voice, “Ah. That kind of friend.”

Echo carefully pulls back, and reaches up to gently cup her cheek, using his thumb to brush a tear away, “I’m sorry for not comming you, cyar’ika.”

She shakes her head, “We were told that you died.” She whispers, “Fives said…” She trailed off, “And then Fives died, and, kriff, the death of the last Domino started a war between the pirates of Rishi and the Republic/Empire, why would you bring them here?”

“Our ship is damaged-” Echo started.

“Get in. In. All of you!” She drags Echo into her home, and she doesn’t shut the door until Hunter is in the apartment as well. “Honestly Echo,” She rounds on him, “If you commed I would have told you to go literally anywhere else.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d answer.” Echo replies.

There are pictures of her with Echo, and with the rest of the dominoes on the walls. There are also pictures of her with a large, scarred man. And of her with a too slender woman.

“What do you need? I can probably get most of the materials sent to your ship.” She says.

“I have a list.” Tech offers as he hands her his datapad.

She copies it and sends the list to several of her friends, “Alright, you should have most, if not all, of what you need by the morning.”

“Are we in danger here?”

“On Rishi specifically? No. Not so long as you don’t draw attention to yourself.” She replies, “I’d offer to let you spend the night, but I don’t have much room.”

“We can stay on the ship,” Tech replies.

“Echo, are you going to stay here?” Omega asks.

Echo doesn’t take his gaze off of his cyar’ika, “If I’m allowed?”

“I’ve never turned you away before.” She counters.

Echo smiles at her, “Do you remember the way back to the docks?”

“I remember.” Tech says, “Come on.”

The door opens, and then closes again, leaving Echo alone with his cyar’ika.

She smiles at him, soft and warm and slow, “You used to be shyer about public displays of affection.”

“I used to have legs and two hands too,” Echo replies, it's a weak joke, but a joke all the same. “I’m so sorry I never commed you.” He says after a moment, “I thought…it felt cruel, reaching out to you when I couldn’t actually touch you.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

“Echo. I forgive you.” She walks over to him and she kisses him as if no time has passed at all, all loving and soft and sweet.

She’s always been unfairly tempting. Her lips and her touch encourage him to stay and enjoy what she’s offering. And Echo has always been helpless to deny her.

He’s not surprised when he falls into her bed, her lips needy against his.

Later, much later, they’re lounging in her bed, and Echo is trailing his lips across her bare shoulder.

“Cyar’ika,” He murmurs against her shoulder, “Come with me.”

“Come with you where?” She asks, her voice light and dreamy.

“On the Marauder. Away from Rishi. I’ll protect you-”

She turns and looks at him, her smile so sad, “You know I can’t.”

“You deserve so much better than being a slave for your parents' debts,” Echo whispers.

She rolls so that she’s facing him properly, “Echo, your brothers don’t know me. And if I had to guess, your ship is pretty small. Me going with you isn’t fair to them.”

“You deserve more.” Echo repeats.

“I don’t like life is about what we deserve,” She replies, as she reaches up to cup his face, “So, in the morning, you’re going to return to your ship, to your brothers…and you’re going to leave Rishi. And you’re going to go back to not comming me, and it’s just how it’s going to be.”

“No.”

“Echo.” She sighs his name, and he shifts so he’s looking right in her eyes.

“No.” He repeats, “I’ve given up so much. My body, my batchmates, my twin. I’m not giving you up. Let me be greedy. Just about this one thing.”

She sighs again, but she looks touched. “How about…a deal?”

“What kind of deal?”

“My contract with my…owner is coming to an end. At the end of the year, I’ll have made enough to pay off my parents' tab with him.” She says softly, “On that day, I will comm you and come to where you are. No matter where you might be.”

“Do you promise?”

She laughs softly, “Echo, I’ve been dreaming of forever with you since the first day we met. Now that I have the chance to have it, it would take an act of god to stop me.”

Echo crashes his lips against hers, “I want forever too,” He breathes against her lips, “So we have a deal.”

She smiles at him, “I love you, Echo.”

He blinks at her, momentarily surprised, and then he laughs and kisses her deeply, “I love you too.”

#star wars #tbb #tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #f!reader fic #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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pandalexoxo · 3 months

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i can’t stop imaging myself being transported into tokyo revengers. though, personally, i believe it would be bitter sweet.

TOKYO REVENGERS X MALE READER

i’d love to imagine meeting takemichi, and confiding in him that i know about his power, that, i too, have a secret. i would tell him that i’m not even from this universe. he thinks time leaping 12 years is weird? try telling him you’re from another reality (basically) where he’s an anime.

to sum up my thoughts (i wrote 13 paragraphs before deleting it bc this is suppose to just be a ramble lmfao, maybe i’m uploading it later and get your guys inputs) i just feel like i would try to be the sunshine guard dog protector, y’know? not necessarily swoop in to save takemichi (tho, i’d definitely swoop in to beat some characters asses just bc i have a personal vendetta) because damn! look at how badass and hot takemichi is, whenever he fights?! (that ass. thiccimichi 😩😼)

now, here’s where my heart aches and my brain fries from overthinking. do i tell takemichi that i watched the anime (read the manga too) and know who will die in the end? do i tell him that i know of the anime but haven’t seen it or read the manga?

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TOKYO REVENGERS ANIME AND MANGA!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

so, we know that in chapter 275 of the manga (probably season 5 in the anime if we’re lucky) takemichi ends up dying by mikey’s hand, a blade through his chest (heart? stomach? idk i haven’t read the manga in a few months. i sobbed hysterically over his death and refused to open the manga back up. that was until chapter 276 came out, how foolish of me to believe takemichi wouldn’t stand back up like he always does. what a true mc)

funny enough, by using mikey’s hand, he’s able to time travel him and mikey, not just 12 years, but back to when they were kids (i think they were 8 or somewhere around there). thus they are able to help each other create their perfect ending.

though… this “perfect ending” can’t happen unless the characters who died stay dead. shinichiro, baji, emma, izana, draken. with these deaths, mikey indulges in his “dark impulses” and thus the kanto manji gang and toman gen 2 end up fighting to lead to takemichi’s death and end with the perfect book closing page.

it’s unfortunate. it makes me tear up, sob, want to throw up (maybe throw myself out the window) but everything needs to happen. not only the deaths but takemichi’s mental health diminishing needs to happen to. this (others teaching him how to fight and his visions) helps takemichi in the last battle to dodge, punch and get close to mikey.

though, how easily takemichi forgives?! boy just smiles off his pain and forgives others, especially in the final chapter??? he just has his beautiful dopey smile on his face when mikey recognized him and then they ride off into the sunset to save their future??? hell. no. i need everyone to put their fists up, stand in a line, and eat my fucking fist.

i need a takemichi villain arc series. would someone be willing to make that for me? what do you want? a cookie? therapy? a hug? emotional and mental stability? no mommy and daddy issues? (i can’t provide the last two unfortunately, still trying to figure that shit out myself lmfaooo. though, my dms are always open. i love chatting with people and sharing dark humor. muah!)

then again, this is why i whole heartedly admire takemichi. he may not be physically strong like the others but as mikey says, he’s incredibly mentally strong. he gets back up. he stays standing. he’s determined and won’t fall until he wins. he’s too kind. i love him so much guys you don’t understandddd. hina, please share, fuck i am on my knees, foaming at the mouth and barking.

ugh :( it’s okay michi. you get your perfect future, though, are you truly happy and at peace? just keep smiling, okay? anywhooo, you know, i could treat you better anyway! xoxo 😼🕺😽

#rambles #blurb #takemichi #hanagaki takemichi #tokyo revengers #takemichi x reader #takemichi x male reader #takemichi x gn reader #takemichi x hinata #mikey. when i catch you mikey.#ken wakui #ken wakui i love you #ken wakui why do you hate me?#ken wakui why do you hate us?#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader

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jadedrrose · 1 year

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Vacation Gone Wrong

Law insists on taking you up to a cabin in the mountains for his short mini vacation off work. But once you arrive, you start to realize this certainly isn’t gonna be an ordinary trip to a cabin.

Warnings: My attempt at writing something scary, but also keeping it somewhat fluffy. So idk how good it is, lol. Modern au, suggestive comments, but no smut (Also: part two with smut? Yes or no)

You’d always known Law was the type of man who enjoyed a quiet vacation where he didn’t have to be concerned with going places all day. He’d taken you to small beach houses for just the two of you, stuff like that. But this was a whole new level of “quiet”.

A cabin. Up in the mountains.

You knew how gorgeous the mountains were up there, but you also knew of all the freaky things that happened. Supernatural things. But of course, Law was the type to brush those things off, saying it’s all stupid stories for horror.

You’d looked up the cabin online, and it did seem quite nice. There were other cabins around, so if a murderer went after you, at least you had somewhere to run to. There was also a small town nearby, slightly down the mountain, so at least civilization wasn’t too far. But still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something about this was odd. Maybe you were just paranoid.

So, the day came where you packed your bags and hopped into the car with your husband and white fluffy dog in tow. Hey, at least you had a big scary dog to scare intruders away. Although, Bepo was more of the cuddly type, unfortunately (or not?).

At first, the car ride was fine. You and Law took turns playing your favorite CDs, played stupid billboard games, and just talked. But then as the road became more wooded and narrow, that feeling crept back into you.

“Law, I feel weird,” you mentioned.

“Carsick?” He asked.

“No, like, I have a bad feeling about this. Anything could be up there.”

The man just rolled his eyes and smirked at you. “Oh yeah, I heard there were reports of a man wandering the woods at night, targeting women with (color) hair and big fluffy dogs.”

You smacked his arm, “Law! Stop it! I’m serious.”

“But I’m not,” he said, placing his hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel onto your thigh. “I’ll protect you, k?”

Then it was your turn to roll your eyes, “yeah right. I’ll be dead before you even believe me when I say there’s a serial killer in the house.”

Law chuckled. “Now I’m being serious, honey. I will protect you from whatever it may be.”

You felt his palm gently squeeze your thigh, and you relaxed just a little bit. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, right? Law’s super intimidating, naturally, so he would be able to protect you.

Sighing, you thought to yourself that you hated the overthinker inside yourself.

—

The cabin was nice, probably nicer than it had looked in the photos, despite being somewhat old. There was a small kitchen to the right and a decently sized living room with windows that looked out to the mountains on your left. There was also a bedroom and bathroom in the back, along with a deck.

In the five hours you’d been there, you double, triple, then lost count of the amount of times you’d checked that the doors all locked properly. Law had tried to tell you it was fine the second time, but he knew that nothing could ease your mind.

So he started making dinner, trying to at least pamper you a bit to calm your nerves. He made your favorite dish and served your favorite drink for you.

Sitting at the dinner table together, he smiled at you. “I told you this would be nice, (y/n)-ya.”

“Yeah, I guess. The views are breathtaking, but this setting is just too perfect for a horror mo-“

“Enough,” Law said, “nothing will happen to you. You know that I would kill someone for you, and that Bepo can be protective when he needs to. We’ll be okay.”

“I know, but-“

“Love,” he sighed. “What can I do to get your mind off it?”

“Hmm… we could watch a movie, I guess.”

“No horror films,” Law noted. “They’ll only make it worse.”

“Right…”

—

You were limited to the DVDs that the owners of the cabin had available. At least the TV was somewhat newer, though. You’d probably break down if it was a box TV, imagining the ring girl crawling out the entire time.

You picked out your favorite (non-scary) movie, and Law set it up, turning the TV on. You nearly jumped five feet in the air when it turned on to a static screen, the volume being way too high.

“Law! Make it stop!” You yelled.

“I’m trying!” He muttered through gritted teeth, trying to get the remote to work.

Finally, he got it to the DVD player input, where the selection screen of the movie awaited you. He pushed play and put an arm around you, pulling you close so he could drape a blanket over both of you.

With the movie now playing, Law holding you close and Bepo curled up at your feet, you suddenly felt a lot safer.

—

You were now about an hour into the film, and it had since become completely dark outside, resulting in the other areas of the cabin completely dark. The only light was emitting from the TV and a singular lamp you’d left on. Because you were so distracted by the movie, you didn’t quite notice this for a while. Until…

Out of the corner of your eye, you could’ve sworn you saw a shadow that wasn’t there before. But as soon as you turned your head to look, it was gone.

Probably nothing. After all, you hadn’t really seen anything.

Until then you swear the shadow was now moving, almost a figure walking down the dark hallway. You completely turned your head this time.

Law noticed, quite obviously as your head was previously leaning between his shoulder and neck, and the movement had alerted him.

“Y/n-ya? Something wrong?” He honestly didn’t even sound concerned.

“I thought… I saw someone…” you whispered, scared of speaking loudly for some reason.

“Babe, you need to stop thinking about that stuff. There’s nothing here that can harm you.”

“Maybe it won’t harm me,” you began saying, “but… I swear I can feel it watching me, even now,” you finished, voice shaking.

“Y/n.”

“It- it’s probably staring right at me, waiting-“

You let out a scared gasp when Law’s hand was suddenly holding your face, turning it toward his own and away from the hallway so that he could kiss you, deeply. Instinctively, your hands wrapped around him and you pulled yourself close.

“Law… what are you doing?”

“Gotta do something to distract you,” he stated, “if this movie ain’t working, how about we turn it off and go to bed.”

“B-but, what if I have nightmares-“

“I think you misunderstood me,” he sighed. “I’ll keep distracting you, in bed.”

—

The following morning, you woke up sore but well rested. Honesty, you hadn’t even thought about the shadow since when you thought you’d seen it.

You were surprised to see that Law wasn’t in bed with you. However, your fluffy white companion was curled up beside you. At least he’d left Bepo with you, wherever he went.

You sat up and stretched, grabbing your phone off the wooden nightstand, and seeing a text from Law that read;

“I’m at the town just down the road. Grabbing groceries. I’ll be back soon. Bepo is with you to protect you.”

You rolled your eyes at his last comment, setting your phone down and getting up.

You decided a shower was needed, as you hadn’t taken one since before you’d left for the mountains. So you stepped out of the bedroom, making sure to wake Bepo and have him follow you, and then headed to the bathroom.

As you stepped into the bathroom, you decided you’d leave the door open so Bepo could come in and out. You didn’t want to lock him in, but you didn’t want to leave him alone either. Or maybe you just didn’t want to be alone.

Stripping yourself of the little clothing you had on, you stepped into the warm shower and closed your eyes. The hot water dripped down your figure, and you relaxed.

Until you swear you heard a noise.

Opening your eyes, you peeked out from the curtain to see Bepo laying on the floor outside the shower. Must’ve been him, you supposed.

Closing your eyes once again, you started massaging shampoo into your scalp, almost forcing yourself to relax.

Then there was another noise. A door opening and closing.

Law must’ve been back! Now you finally weren’t alone. Well, alone with a dog.

“Law? I’m in the shower, babe!”

No response. Odd.

You figured he would join you, until moments went by and he never did. You’d heard Bepo get up and leave the bathroom, but that was it. Not even the creaking of the floors from Law walking around.

Finally, you finished your shower and stepped out, wrapping a plush towel around yourself. You grabbed the dirty laundry and stepped out of the bathroom, looking toward the kitchen. For just a second, you saw Law’s figure, walking into the pantry. Had he been putting away groceries all this time?

“Law, I’ll be in the bedroom. Also, don’t know why you’re not talking. Not that it’s unlike you, but you can at least respond to your wife.”

No response, again. Rolling your eyes, you walked away into the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Maybe just a bit harder than you normally would, so he’d know you were annoyed.

Just as you finished putting a shirt on, you heard Bepo bark a couple of times, and then a door opening and closing once again. Then, a voice.

“Bepo, what’re you barking at? Where’s y/n?”

Wait. What.

You just told him where you were! Was Law now not listening to you as well?!

You stepped out of the bedroom, a confused look on your face. “Law, what do you mean where am I? I just told you five minutes ago.”

“What? Y/n-ya, I just got back. Right now.”

Your eyes widened, face going pale with fright.

“Wh-what do you mean? I just saw you when I got out of the shower?”

“You saw me?” He questioned.

“Yes! I heard the door open and close while I was in the bathroom, and when I walked out I saw you walk into the pantry!”

“I’ve barely walked five feet into the door, let alone gone into the kitchen, y/n. What are you talking about?”

Chills went down your spine, and without thinking you ran to your lover and wrapped your arms around him, shivering.

“Law, I’m telling you, something is odd about this cabin!”

“Hmm… are you sure you didn’t imagine it? Did you hit your head while I was gone at all?” He asked, running one of his hands over your head.

“No! I’m serious. But… wait. Bepo was barking at something.”

“Yeah, and he never barks at me when I come home…” Law noted in a more serious tone.

You frowned. “Law, I wanna go home. This place is weird.”

“Let’s just… see how today plays out.”

—

Later that day, you were laying on the couch, wrapped up in blankets. The incident from earlier had honestly slipped your mind at this point.

Law was in the kitchen, cooking dinner again. He hadn’t said what he was making, but he’d been in there for quite a while. Right now, you could smell oil heated up in a pan, along with the sound of Law chopping something up.

You yawned, thinking that maybe you should take a nap before dinner. You didn’t quite sleep last night, for various reasons, so you were really quite tired.

Then you heard Law.

“Y/n?”

You opened your eyes, sitting up and looking behind you towards him. “Yeah?”

Then Law looked really confused. “What? Didn’t you just walk out onto the deck…?”

“No. I’ve been laying here the whole time,” you told him.

“What the hell…?” He mumbled.

“Okay, Law, this isn’t fucking normal. We should leave.”

He was silent for a moment, but began nodding slowly. “After dinner we’ll pack up. Spend the rest of my days off at home.”

You let out a sigh of relief, glad that you’d be out of this horribly creepy cabin.

—

During dinner, things were relatively normal. It had started raining in the time between Law seeing a fake you and right now.

The two of you ate in silence, other than Bepo’s loud chewing as he ate the meat Law cooked him on the floor. Spoiled as ever, was he.

There had been a few creaks here and there, but the two of you had chalked it up to the storm causing it. It was an older house, after all.

But other than that, nothing but the sound of rain pattering against the windows and roof.

“What can we do at home, since we’re not staying here,” you wondered.

“Just… relax, I guess,” Law said.

You’d quietly nodded, trying to think of literally anything else to do. If you had to do nothing but sit around, you’d keep thinking of whatever this thing was that kept imitating you and Law.

Without any other occurrences, the both of you finished dinner quietly and put the dishes in the sink. Law began washing them, and you decided you’d start packing up for you and also him, to make things go faster.

But when you opened the bedroom door…

You let out a shriek, staring in horror as all of your things were scattered on the floor. You certainly hadn’t done it, Law would never in a million years make such a mess, and Bepo had been beside you the entire time! Which meant…

Law ran in behind you, his hand landing on your back to somewhat comfort you as he stopped his movements.

“What the hell happened?!”

“I… our stuff… it… threw it all over the floor while we ate?”

“Shit, we gotta fucking leave,” Law cursed, flying into action to start picking up the mess. You went to join him, not even realizing you were about to cry.

This stuff only happened in movies! This was beyond ridiculous, and you were terrified.

At lightning speed, you and Law got everything together and started rushing it all out the door and into the car.

When you went back in for the final bag, you felt a breeze rush through your body, despite none of the windows being open. And then a deep voice, whispering in your ear;

“Get. Out.”

You screamed, holding the final bag tight and running outside to the car, where Law was turning it on, Bepo already inside.

“It fucking told me to get out! What the fuck?!”

Law grumbled something about this place being cursed, getting the car ready and quickly turning it around to drive off.

You were just glad to finally be out of that cabin.

—

Upon returning home, Law had apologized for not taking you seriously at first. But really, was it his fault? Of course seeing shadows and having a weird feeling sounded dumb. But then you thought of the other stuff, and it still scared you despite being hours away.

You’d cuddled up with your lover and beloved pet in bed, feeling much more safe now.

“So… any other ideas?” You asked.

Law’s arms gently squeezed you from behind, and he sighed. “Well, not really. I did have one idea, though.”

“and what’s that?” You questioned, turning your head and raising an eyebrow at him.

“Finding every possible spot in this house for me to fuck you in,” he relied with a smirk.

You shifted so you could raise an arm and playfully smack him. “You’re so crude,” you whined.

“Then you think of something,” he rolled his eyes.

“Hm… well, I never said I wouldn’t do it,” you said with a wink.

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law x reader #law x reader #one piece law x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader

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xsdjkl · 6 months

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Wanna add my input on the convo of how much of Songbird borg opposed to organic. The main question seems to be about her legs. Two reasons I think they’re organic. One, at the end of her path in Fierstarter when she jumps out of the gate, she hits her ankle, cries out in pain, (and comments about it) then limps to the van. So, she can most definitely feel pain there. Second, during the ride to NCX during The Killing Moon, V has to give her a booster and does so via her right leg. It would make sense that they’d have to be organic for the medicine to work because I doubt they would administer it to an area of cyberware. My natural assumption is that any implants in them would be to help support the weight of the chrome. Now about the rest of her body, it’s kinda tricky because some stuff (like her arms and torso) are most definitely cyberware, so her head is my main interest. We can literally see the plastic covering her chest/torso, meaning she has no skin left in the stomach area either. You can also see the plate covering her neck, meaning she likely doesn’t have skin, but notice how it’s the thickest layer of cyberware? I’m thinking maybe because there’s nerves in her neck. Technically, we know she HAS to have a brain because she’s not an ai, but it’s very likely she has some sort of spine left or bone/tissue around that area which is why it’s so heavily protected. Truth be told, I have absolutely no idea what that little metal plate on her chin does, it’s probably irrelevant but maybe you have an idea? Same goes for the metal sternum, idk why it couldn’t be full plated like the rest of her chest area. All I know is it looks badass lol. As for her face, her ears are gone but she can still hear just fine, meaning her eardrums have to be intact, or if not, there’s something else supporting her hearing. I really REALLY hope her face and cheeks are still organic, her neck isn’t because we can see the plate covering the chrome from behind but truly I hope she can still feel things in that area. She does lean her cheek against V’s hand in that one scene so every bone in my body wants to say that’s because she’s touch starved. (But we all know she is regardless lol.) So that really just leaves the question of where liquid goes when she drinks it. Champagne at the party, water at the spaceport. She’s gotta have SOME sort of throat or throat system to be able to swallow but where the hell does it end up? I HIGHLY doubt you could squeeze any internal organs in that chrome but surely it’s gotta go somewhere. I overthink lol. Anyway, that’s all I can pull from it. 🤷🏻‍♂️ (I’d love to include images but the post is so long it won’t let me lol) Not checking for grammar issues on this one

This is how it feels digging even deeper into topic of Songbird's body😭💙 let's gooo

First - legs. I totally forgot to mention the booster scene, but you're so right!! It struck me too that V applies it specifically in her leg. Another confirmation that they have to organic.

Secondly - I really have no idea what these metal pieces on her chin and sternum serve for. I'm gonna stick with my 'protecting from electromagnetic fields' theory for the lack of better alternative. And it does indeed look badass😌

Third - her face. Weird metaphor perhaps, but it kinda seems to be in 'a frame' of all this chrome? Also, girl still has hair so I'd say it was left untouched by the surgeons.

Also, come on! there's a reason why she leans with her cheek when V touches her. If she didn't feel anything at all, why would she do it??

Fourth - her throat has to work somehow. Maybe it's this thicker part that serves as its replacment?

She may be mostly chrome, but she's still human. Water has to be somehow processed and distributed to rest of her organic body. She wouldn't be alive otherwise. IT HAS TO WORK SOMEHOW.

Okay, now put your tinfoil hat on.

So Mi has to have some nervous connections going from her head throughthe upper body, cause how in the hell would she still feel her legs otherwise?? Also, the mechanical parts have to connected somehow to her brain too if she's able to move them. My guess it's the wires I selected with red colour.

This little engine on her back intrigues me though. These are completely different wires going somewhere inside her body. Also, it changes colour when she connects to the Blackwall. Is this some power junction? Or a generator? Maybe that's where energy from food/water is processed and distributed to her organic parts of the body?

One more thing - there's no way Songbird doesn't have a brain (it sounds quite funny tho XD). She wouldn't be alive otherwise. Remember, even an engram stored on a Relic requires an organic brain to function.

#song so mi #songbird #cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty

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abigail · 5 months

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nooooo I’m so scared of my postman actually. like.. ok someone tell me if I’m being insane or if you’d be a bit freaked out too

ok so.. I moved into my new place in late spring time and since living there I’ve had a few different posties but recently this past like.. idk month or two I’ve mainly just had this one guy, I’d say he’s around 40-50 y/o.. at first he was just idk. normal lol ?? like didn’t say much just got on with his job etc. after a few times he’d start just.. commenting on stuff I guess ? like I’d answer the door in my pyjamas and he’d be like ‘oh hehe sorry for waking you up’ and idk.. ur a post man surely you’re greeted at the door of lots of people in pyjamas ??? (especially because it was like 8am on a saturday idk anyway). he then started saying my name a lot which.. he obviously knows from my mail, but he’d say ‘abi’ and I never get post with my nickname delivered so he just decided himself to use my nickname (which I find odd because.. personally I don’t really use a nickname for someone unless they tell me it’s their name or I hear other people using it or obvs if we’re close etc but maybe that’s just me !!)

then the other week I answered the door and he.. paused to hand over my mail.. to tell me he saw me by the charity shop in the main area of the town I live, I just said oh yeah they have good stuff sometimes and he just then asked if I work there ??? I said no … so he asked if I work around there.. I said no I work ‘in the city’ (the town I live in is like wedged in between two cities and I didn’t specify which one) and he just quietly repeated ‘in the city’ back to himself while handing me my mail ???? I told this to my friends and they agreed it was weird behaviour btw

so anyway.. with it being this time of year I’ve ordered more stuff online than usual because I’ve been buying christmas gifts and I’ve had a few friends mail me gifts for me so I’ve had to answer the door to him more frequently and idk each time he has something to say … like recently he said “oh that one looks interesting what’s in that” with a little smirky face and I’m like oh .. uh.. it’s a gift ????? like.. idk it’s just a bit weird considering the previous stuff ??? or is it just me ???

but yeah what caused me to write this is what just happened.. I’m waiting at the bus stop into the city and I see the post van drive past but then slow down.. it takes me a second to think oh shit is it him so I awkwardly turn to look away and then the van reverses back to the stop even slower until the window is in line with where I’m stood so I have no choice but to notice.. he shouts ‘abi’ and then asks what I want to do with this parcel he’s got in the back.. I’m like ??? uh.. my partner is home rn until midday or something ????? because well.. they are. and like he must know I have a partner because he would’ve seen their name on the mail he delivers and he probably has had my partner answer the door to him a few times too so idk why wouldn’t he think that like ???? and for him to recognise me while I’m at the bus stop and stuff ????? idk man it made me feel so yucky !!! anyway he asks then if I’m heading to work … I say yeah (so now he knows which city I work in ough) and he’s like hmm. ok see you soon and then does a full u turn to where I live .. I assume to deliver my mail but like.. surely he’s got a route he’s meant to follow like he was originally going in the opposite direction ???

yeah idk.. I might just be overthinking it like he’s probably harmless he just seems like some guy but considering it all and it’s the fact he obviously knows where I live because he’s my postie just makes me feel so…. idk. it creeps me out tbh like the vibes are off lmao

edit to add - also consider the fact the area I live in isn’t tiny like.. it’s not a city or whatever but there’s lots of houses and sure he’ll only be doing mail for one section of the town (I assume) but stillll he’ll be seeing so many people daily why is he always recognising me like. I’m not even wearing an outfit that makes me stand out today how did he instantly spot me.. ALSO the second I posted this I got an email saying my parcel was delivered so yeah he literally did do a u turn to my house to deliver my mail rather than do his normal route uhuhhhhhhhh…….. like thanks but ??? why am I getting special treatment lol

#long post under the cut lol sorry #also half way through I realised my phone kept autocorrecting parcel to pascal 😭 and I can’t be bothered to go back and edit it so sorry #a

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my-castles-crumbling · 3 months

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Hello!!

I am so sorry 😭😭 I have a few things that I want to ask.

Let’s start with gender. I’ve been here a lot talking about my gender experience and how I feel somewhat connected to my agab being afab.

Personally, I hate when I am referred to as a girl/women. When my friends plan a ‘girls trip’ I get annoyed… when people assume I am a ‘young lady’ I get frustrated. I don’t get why I am like that specifically because it’s been as of recent (only about a year). Before that it never really annoyed it or maybe I just never thought much about the terms I was being referred to as.

Sometimes I feel as if I am faking my gender. Like I should just stop thinking about it and let myself be perceived as how I was born. But that feels wrong. But also doesn’t?

It feels wrong in the sense that I’ve spent a year thinking about gender and how I am not cis, that now I believe that I am not cis, but when I think about it again it’s like maybe I am just cis and I just want to show people that gender isn’t important and that people can dress how they want to without being perceived a specific binary gender etc.

In the past year I have felt comfortable thinking I was agender, but I still sometimes feel like I am just cis (minus the desire to want to chop off my tits 24/7).

That’s another thing. I only started feeling chest Dysphoria in the last 2 years. Before that I liked them… 😭😭 I hate saying that bc now they make me so angry and just the thought of them makes me feel sick.

This is me basically asking is if it is normal to doubt my gender or does it seem like I’m faking it.

Bc sometimes when I think about myself it’s as a girl and then when I think about it properly it’s like ‘ew why did I make my future self look like that’ bc I want to look visibly queer but my unconscious brain just perceives me as a girl.

Ok secondly, (I’m so sorry this might get really long) I’m questioning my sexuality?

I think it’s sexuality?

So I am bi. That’s a known fact. I’ve known that since 2021. But when I think about being in a relationship with someone it’s always so different to how other people perceive relationships. (I’ve never been in a relationship)

The thing is, I can’t imagine being intimate with anyone. Like it’s just weird. But I want it someday.

I read… a lot!! And I love reading all kinds of fluff that gets my stomach erupting with butterflies, I also love reading smut, it doesn’t make me feel grossed out or anything and I quite enjoy it.

It’s just when I picture myself with someone else it’s just like ‘nope, not for me’. BUT I DO WANT IT!!

Could this just be lack of relationship and experience or could I be on the ace spectrum.

I’ve looked at some of the terms and demisexual is kind of what I’m feeling but also not bc I do want to one day build a strong connection to someone and have a trusting relationship where I can express my love (ok yes that’s cringy to say but idk how else to word it).

I also have had crushes in the past but when I think about if I’d want to get to know them better it’s just a straight up ‘nope’ (that’s probably just my social anxiety tho)

and I’ve spoken to my sister about this relationship stuff and she is the same, like we both wouldn’t kiss someone after the first few dates and wouldn’t be thinking about anything further until there is a real bond.

Is this just lack of relationship? Am I just overthinking it too much?

Lastly, thank you so much Cas!! You are the most kind hearted person ever for always responding to my asks (yes I’ve asked a lot bc I crisis a lot) and honestly you’ve saved my life in so many different ways! I hope you have an amazing day/night!

🌼🌹🪻🌻🌸

(some flowers for you) xx

Hi! <3 I'm gonna answer this bit-by-bit

Hello!!

Hi!

I am so sorry 😭😭 I have a few things that I want to ask.

No sorries!

Let’s start with gender. I’ve been here a lot talking about my gender experience and how I feel somewhat connected to my agab being afab.

Sometimes I feel as if I am faking my gender. Like I should just stop thinking about it and let myself be perceived as how I was born. But that feels wrong. But also doesn’t?

You're not faking anything! These feelings are valid, and being your authentic self is important!

In the past year I have felt comfortable thinking I was agender, but I still sometimes feel like I am just cis (minus the desire to want to chop off my tits 24/7).

Have youuuuuu heard of genderfluid? Where your gender can kind of change depending on the day? What you're saying feels very genderfluid.

This is me basically asking is if it is normal to doubt my gender or does it seem like I’m faking it.

Absolutely it's normal! You are anonymously writing to me on the internet- you're not faking it. Truly, please look into genderfluid. I don't usually push someone towards one identity but yeah. What you're describing is very similar to how I feel, so I think it might be helpful.

I think this is something that a lot of people don't realize: when/if you transition in any way, it sometimes even takes YOU time to adjust. You've been conditioned your whole life to picture and refer to yourself a certain way. Old habits die hard. To me, it's not what's the first thing you think of, it's what feels the best?

Ok secondly, (I’m so sorry this might get really long) I’m questioning my sexuality?

I think it’s sexuality?

The thing is, I can’t imagine being intimate with anyone. Like it’s just weird. But I want it someday.

Hm. Why? Do you...want it because other people do? Because you want the closeness of being intimate with someone? Because you...(how do I ask this in a proper way)...feel you would enjoy it?

It’s just when I picture myself with someone else it’s just like ‘nope, not for me’. BUT I DO WANT IT!!

Could this just be lack of relationship and experience or could I be on the ace spectrum.

I think I a lot of people don't realize that being ace doesn't necessarily mean you're sex-repulsed. Many ace people have sex and still identify as ace. I think here, I'd encourage you to think more about WHAT exactly you feel when you read those things (I don't want to go into detail much incase you're underage).

Well...Only you can decide if you're demi. But I identify as demi, and I have those things!

I also have had crushes in the past but when I think about if I’d want to get to know them better it’s just a straight up ‘nope’ (that’s probably just my social anxiety tho)

Is this just lack of relationship? Am I just overthinking it too much?

Okay so I think this website could be helpful to you. I don't think you're overthinking at all, but I think it might be good to do some research on the ace spectrum. Like I said, being ace doesn't necessarily mean a person is sex-repulsed, so it could be that you do end up identifying as ace!

🌼🌹🪻🌻🌸

(some flowers for you) xx

Of course!!! Feel free to message me if you want more help! Thanks for the flowers!

#ask #asks #ask cas #queer #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #queer community

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aspecpplarebeautiful · 5 months

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It’s me, the d&d group crush anon from a month ago! Guess who is dating someone now!

It still feels weird because I can’t tell if it’s like romantic or alterous attraction. It feels kind of like we are very intimate friends. I like to cuddle and kiss him but it feels weird when we say “I love you” to each other or when he says corny romantic stuff to me. Im not sure if I just haven’t had enough time in the relationship and Im overthinking all this.

On top of all that I’m still not sure if I would label myself as grey or demi. I am very happy to be in this relationship but I am also very confused! I would feel weird to bring this up with him because I don’t want him to feel that I don’t like him at all, or that I like him only sexually. Idk!

Some aro spectrum people do find romantic stuff a bit uncomfortable in relationships, it's possible you may get used to it, but it's also possible you may not, and if you're not comfotable with it, you could try putting a few boundaries up around romantic stuff, or talking a bit about intent/definitions to see if that helps (for example some people find themselves less bothered by 'I love you' statements if they've talked to their partners and decided to define the 'I love you' as a queerplatonic 'i love you').

It can be tricky talking about this kind of stuff, because yeah, people do sometimes take 'my feelings may not be 100% romantic' as 'i don't love as you much' since there tends to be an unsaid (and untrue) assumption that romance is the biggest most important kind of love. If this is something you want to talk about though, personally I'd probably start with just talking about my own identity, where I'm at with questioning, and different kinds of attraction, and let him get his head around that first. Deconstruct things. Remember too this doesn't have to be solved/figured out in just one conversation, it can be a series of discussions/conversation, and it's a good form of communication to keep open. Inviting him to ask questions and share his own thoughts can also help him engage better and understand better too.

All the best, Anon! Good luck!

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elendsessor · 10 months

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felt like talking about megaten demons again so here’s some official art of demons based on mostly american horror/sci-fi.

list of names n extra notes:

audrey (audrey ii from little shop of horrors), betelgeuse (beetlejuice from… y’know, beetlejuice), chris the car (christine the car from christine), nickelwise (pennywise from it), friday (jason voorhees from friday the 13th), franken (frankenstein’s monster from frankenstein), terminator (similar to the t-800 from terminator), scanner (likely a reference to the movie scanners), and hierophant (pinhead from hellraiser).

yeah hierophant is an alternative nickelwise which is why i’m putting it here despite the hellraiser franchise spawning from britain. idk how hierophant got that name since i don’t remember anything in at least the first hellraiser that could warrant the alternative name. (could’ve called it idk spikehead if they wanted to avoid copyright.) technically this might not be the first time a demon’s design was inspired by cenobites as lucifer’s infamous redesign for 4 closely resembles them. similar reasoning for franken, being an english work. like stated before, most of these are taken from american works, especially stephen king.

there’s more stephen king demons, though like many enemies exclusive to persona 1 and is/ep, only spritework exists, my personal favorite being carrie. kinda a shame there’s been no character or persona in persona inspired by her, since the og book and film adaptations are the trippiest “dangers of extreme religious worship”/child abuse is wrong/anti-bullying things i’ve ever seen. (there’s also a movie sequel that’s basically the first with less religious extremism and more goth icon/dangers of frat boy culture/really good rock backing tracks.) idk the concept of psychic girl who gets bullied a ton feels like it would be right at home as an atlus rerelease extra girl.

of course terminator sticks out too. when it comes to forgotten smt demon, terminator is an icon in that department. outside of the guns being the same and being (presumably) a robot (idk i haven’t gotten around to playing smt 2 yet but there’s a lot of more mechanical demons based on all the art i’ve seen), the name is the closest it really is to resembling the t-800s. idk to me it feels like it’s different enough that bringing it back in at least one future megaten game wouldn’t be that much of an issue compared to other horror icon references. they could just change the guns/ditch the guns altogether and change the name. really cool overall.

scanner is another weird one that i kinda wanna see again just because it sounds like it could be cool. dude only appears in smt 1, and while fan wikis aren’t super reliable sources, because it gave off that “this has to be some reference to a cheesy 80s movie” vibe, i dug into the origins more. yeah there’s a canadian fic called scanners and yeah scanner is 100% based on the whole idea of scanners in the film. never seen it nor heard of it, but hey the director, david cronenberg, also directed the fly so it’s probably a fun watch.

friday’s design is technically wrong though it’s also kinda not. despite jason most often using a machete (and preferring to kill horny teens), a lot of references have him using a chainsaw.

chris the car is technically not completely gone. of course the idea of ghost drivers and the like in media are nothing new (though the car itself is the killer in christine) so for all i know i’m overthinking it or it’s a coincidence, but oboroguruma—a demon exclusive to dsrk 1 and 2–seems to take some design inspiration, having a similar destroyed bumper/grill with an exposed motor.

lastly, while not pictured here or anything, something i found out one time is that lucifer’s favorite fake name, louis cyphre, is a reference to the novel falling angel/its film adaptation, angel heart, though none of the various disguises resemble how he looks in the film. idk i found that an interesting tidbit.

kaneko was apparently into western media (which is unsurprising) so that’s likely the reason there was so many of these movie references during the earlier days of megaten. what i’m sure is due to copyright, many of these older demons never appeared again. copyright law does vary in different places and i’m sure for the few jjba fans who are reading this, you know just how lax japan is in comparison likely due to being western stuff and most copyright holders don’t have that much of an international grip. unless you’re disney. with the whole localization effort atlus might’ve not wanted to have to change a bunch of shit which i don’t blame them for. though with the existence of nickelwise and hierophant coming from tokyo mirage sessions, a pretty recent game (released in 2015 and rereleased on the switch in 2020) that doesn’t seem to have run into copyright issue or had to take them out in the rerelease as far as i’m aware, it’s not entirely impossible to see anything similar again. it is kinda sad though.

#long post #i normally don’t tag things as long but. i always write more than i should for any post.#shantien rambles #smt

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catboy-dummy · 1 year

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Intro Post: ✨

Hello! I wish to not use a name on here. But some things i like to be called are good boy, puppy, dummy, and prince (will update if I find a liking to other ones too!). I also use it/its when im getting dumb (NOT in a misgendering way, don’t touch me with that)

Im 21 and my pronouns are he/him, I’m a bisexual trans man, lovingly taken <3.

A lot of what I post and rb is fantasy

Backup is @dummy-catboy-moved

DNI:

Minors, this blog is 18+

No age in bio

Detrans and misgendering, don’t want to shame it’s really just not my thing

Ageplay, sissification, r4pe kink (this one is a weird field because cnc tags keep overlapping with it so idk, I have mixed feelings), feeder, incest, and trauma blogs

Usual DNI stuff

I will update this if/as I need to. Please also note I will also just block whenever I feel like my boundaries are invalidated or I just feel uncomfortable

My Kinks:

Hypno

Brainwashing

Resistance play

Dumbification

Corruption

Edging

Denial

Breeding (not the birth part)

Hucow (maybe just a little bit)

Milking

Cnc (huge emphasis on consensual)

Drugging/Aphrodisiacs (also consensually)

Intox (fills in with drugging but adding anyway)

Free use

Teasing

Overstimulation

Objectification

Degradation

Praise

Royalty (as a treat)

Limits:

-please don’t talk about me interacting with your genitals unless we’ve had a prior conversation/consent about it. It’s a huge overstep

-this also goes for involving other ppl that I interact with in ur ask without any real prior conversation or consent on it. Again it kinda puts me in a weird uncomfortable position with the other person that I’m interacting with :(

-unless initiated, please don’t tell me what you would do to me either. Unless it’s initiated it brings me out of the mood immediately

-don’t ask for pics/ audio anything of the sort. Also don’t ask invasive questions or ones that are too personal

-if you send me any pics I’m blowing you up

-if you ever try to overstep my relationship I’m also blowing you up

- if an ask or a dm makes me uncomfortable I will not answer/ reply to it (or I might but it won’t be in a positive way). I might also block out of sheer initial discomfort. (I do understand miscommunications can happen, but unless communicated I will probably just assume the worst out of safety/personal reasons)

-just because I post or reblog something it doesn’t make in an invitation to be creepy. Don’t do that. (Unless specifically mentioning it, but even then don’t be creepy)

Asks / Dms:

Asks are open! Just please don’t be an asshole. Maybe even encourage me to rub and cum my brains out (or make me edge my mind away) so I can become a good, empty, cockdumb boy. I always love pretty spirals or words filling up my inbox

Spiral maker if y’all wanna make a spiral for me to stare at

Go ahead and also just ramble and talk in there, as horny as I am I love normal interaction too :3

If you anon a lot feel free to claim an emoji or name so I can tag u and recognize you more :3

Dms are open to mutuals! Feel free to message and just talk about anything or do hypno related things. Might open them up to everyone someday if I feel comfy doing so. :3

Additional: I’m pretty sure I’m on the spectrum (I’ve been looking into it for years now. So if I’m a little ehhh sometimes I’m probably overwhelmed or overthinking stuff or just unsure of something and I’m getting uncomfortable. Tone indicators really help sometimes because I’m awful at reading tones of stuff.

Anon tag claims: 💜, 📀, 🕸, 🐾, 🐐,🎩,💙,💛

Extras:

I’m new to all of this so I’m sorry if I sound nervous or awkward at times.

Whenever I write “sweet boy” or I’m thinking about my bf, but I also write these in a way so anyone can interpret the scenario as they wish! But I also just wanted to clarify :3

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