#it can be as simple as not using my preferred pronouns (which she knows and remembers by the way! she has no excuse) or getting frustrated

[perytonpred]

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#being lazy #Sometimes i wonder if my mom cares #shes... better than my dad #i'll give her that #but it feels like she doesnt care. #whether she likes it or not she hurts me #it can be as simple as not using my preferred pronouns (which she knows and remembers by the way! she has no excuse) or getting frustrated #with me for when my brain wont work #i dont know what to think #im scared that tiny me was right. #she doesnt care about me. only my younger brothers.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

enter sandman - m. murdock

a/n: see me personally? never seeing the pearly gates. never ever. not after this one . enjoy. feedback always appreciated ! <3 warnings: guys... where do i fucking start. SMUT. SMUT!!!! GRAPHIC PORN!!!! no plot!!!! degradation!!! dumbification!!!! praise!!!! oral!!! (m recieving) cursing!!!! nicknames!!!! reader is female and has female parts and she/her pronouns!!!!! matt is cocky, mean!dom!matt, the ending is kind of cute, lots of inappropriate use of matts senses, uhhh guys let me know if i missed any because... wow. word count: 4.2k summary: you have a hard time sleeping. the devil has a few games in mind to tire you out. pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader now playing: enter sandman - metallica "exit light/enter night/take my hand/we're off to never-never land"

You have a horrible habit. Okay, you wouldn’t really consider it to be a habit per say, but you’re not proud of it. You will for it to end.

You can never seem to fall asleep. Staying asleep is easy, but getting there is a problem. Your mind is always racing, which causes you to spiral into a whirlpool of anxieties. You’re too busy thinking about your job, or what you’ll eat tomorrow, or when you’ll be doing your next load of laundry.

But most of all, what keeps you up at night is worrying about the devil. And not in the sense that you’re a holy catholic who wants to repent for her sins, either. Your worry for the devil comes because you’re hopelessly in love with him.

And you worry that one day he will come home damaged beyond repair. Maybe one day he will not come home at all, and you’ll have to hear about it on the news the next morning. It’s a hellish existence, loving the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, but you make do.

Like tonight—You had baked brownies earlier in the night, and then read your book for the better part of the night. You won’t allow yourself to fall asleep because the possibility of seeing him overwhelms you. But as the hours pass, you begin to lose hope.

And just as you you’re beginning to accept that he won’t be coming to see you and you’re really letting yourself drift, you feel a warm hand on your neck. He’s taken his gloves off tonight. You consider yourself blessed.

“Hi,” You mumble softly, your brain going all fuzzy with even just that bit of contact. You’ve missed him. “Was beginning to think you’d never show.”

But your devil is in no mood for simple pleasantries tonight.

“What have I told you about waiting up for me?”

“Not to?”

“I said,” His hand moves from its gentle place against your neck to grip your chin, “As long as you leave the window open I’ll know to just come in and take what I need.”

Your face flushes, and he grins, because he can tell that he’s making you flustered.

“Stop laughing at me.”

“No one’s laughing at you, sweetheart.” He hums.

“You are.” He shrugs gently. He’s wearing his black suit tonight, and it’s making you feel… a lot of things.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Damn him.

“Nothing!”

He leans forward and kisses you softly, and you lean up to try and kiss him further, but he pulls away, his grip returning to your chin, to keep you just centimeters away. The devil is an expert at reading you, despite his lack of sight. He has developed the habit of studying you, and knows that as of late, you’re not allowing yourself the pleasure of sleeping. He knows it’s because you’re so anxious and worried about every little thing, so tonight.. He intends to fix it. Or at least, maybe come up with a temporary solution.

“Liar.” He whispers and moves away further. “I’m not going to touch you until you tell me.”

Your devil is many things, but he does not bluff. He has this will of steel.

“I prefer it when you wear the black suit,” You tell him, “It’s not very protective, I know. But you look good in it.”

He makes a noise of realization, before moving his hand to slip under the hem of your shirt, resting his hand on your stomach. You shiver a bit, his hand warm against your skin. That’s what you get for wearing a tee shirt and shorts to bed every night, he’d tell you.

“That’s my smart girl.” Your heart flutters. “Mm, you really like that huh?”

“You’re awful.” You always pretend to hate how he reads you, but secretly, although you suspect he knows it, you love that someone knows you so well. He grins and his hands move again, this time picking you up into his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. “Hey! Not cool, we talked about picking up when we have no warning—” You cut yourself off with a grunt when he tosses you onto the bed.

“Shut up.”

He hears no objections.

Just as quickly as you’re thrown on the bed, he is above you, mask still on, kissing your neck.

“Wanna play a game, sweetheart?” He asks, hands on your hips, his fingers creeping up the hem of your shirt. You shiver again, and he just grins “You can answer.”

“Sure. I like games.” Your voice is meek, too busy enjoying all the contact with him. He hums softly.

“I know you do, and you’re just so good at them.” You grin against his skin as he kisses your cheek. “See that? That’s what I want to know.” You’re a bit lost.

“Know what?”

“I want to know what turns you on more— praising you or degrading you.”

What a fun game to play with a human lie detector.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, let’s play.” You confirm. He kisses you quickly.

“Good girl.” You hum softly, but it isn’t quite what he’s looking for. It’s good, don’t get him wrong, but he’s after more. “Tell me about your day, baby.” He continues to plant kisses along your skin. You know this isn’t a request but rather a requirement of the game.

“Well, I had work today, then I had to stop at the grocery store. I made dinner and—” You’re cut off by a kiss to a sensitive spot on your neck, because you can’t help but let out a gasp of pleasure.

“What? A few kisses and you’re already turning dumb for me?” You shudder softly, your heartbeat steadily increasing. The deep cadence of his voice paired with his words make you want to just melt. “Oh, there she is..”

He lets go of your arms for just a moment to slip your shirt off.  Then, your hands are back above your head, held down by his grip. He moves on from your neck and begins to kiss down.

“I like this game.” You manage out, and he chuckles.

“I know you do. You know how?”

You think about it for a moment before you answer. You want to be right.

“You can hear my heartbeat?”

“And I can smell you. You like this a lot. More than you like me?” He continues to kiss down your torso.

You don’t answer for a second. He bites your skin gently, prompting you to answer.

“No.” You answer, “No, I don’t like anything.. anyone more than you.”

He kisses the spot where he bit softly.

“Even smart girls need to be reminded sometimes.” Is all he says before he continues to kiss you. You try to hide it, try to hide your reaction to the words, but he grins against your skin.

“Matt..” you groan out softly because his kisses have stopped.

“What?”

“Why’d you stop?” You whined.

“You’re my smart girl, why don’t you tell me?” You pause, biting your lip. “Is it because you can’t? Do you like being dumb for me, smart girl?” You want to defend yourself, but he bites your skin again.

“Yes!” you respond, and he does the same thing he did before—He kisses where he bit.

“Good girl.” He responds. “I like making you dumb just from a few kisses anyways.” He tells you, finally reaching your stomach with his kisses. “I love my dumb little smart girl.” The cadence he has to his voice makes you whine again. He knows every part of you, even the parts you never wanted to tell him about. He’s just too observant. “I love that despite how well behaved and good you are, you’re dumb enough to be talked down to like this, by some strange man who just crawled through your window.”

You answer before you can think about it. You’re smart enough to know that he’s at least half right.

“You’re not just anyone, you’re my Matt.”

“Your Matt?” He hums. “Your Matt, My ditzy smart girl.” He grins, before placing one last kiss right above the waistline of your shorts.

He moves so he can kiss your lips again, kissing you quick before pulling off his mask so you can see his face. He has a cut on his forehead and a bruise forming on his cheek. It’s clear he had a good night though, or else this wouldn’t be happening.

“Your face..” You frown, concern in your voice.

“Observant and smart?” He teases, kissing your forehead. “What happened to wanting to be dumb for me?”

You’re almost embarrassed of it now.

“You’re being mean.” You say quietly.

“Mean? Me? To my best girl?” He kisses you quickly again. “Never.” He hums. One of his hands goes down to your thigh, his fingertips inching up.

“Never.” You echo.

“What do you say, smart girl?” He asks, “Wanna play a few more games? See just how desperate I can make you?”

You huff at his words, your brain short circuiting to the point where you speak before you can really think.

“I just want you to fuck me!”

He stops just as he’s about to pull off your shorts and slithers back up so the pair of you are face to face.

“First of all,” he places a kiss to your lips gently, “You are not in a position to be making demands, pretty girl. Second,” He kisses you again, “Such a foul mouth for such a dumb baby,” You let off a soft whine, and he has the audacity to mock your whine, “I know, it’s not much of a lecture when you like when I talk to you like this,” He hums. “And third, I know you’re smarter than to be a brat.” He says gently, kissing you again.

“I’m not a brat.” You whine, and again, he mocks you before devolving into a deep chuckle, leaning in to kiss you.

“I love you.” He says, with a grin on his face.

He’s gentle with you for a few moments, softer. You decide that now is your chance, and if you don’t act now, you’ll spend the rest of your night under his thumb. So, you flip over and have him under you, as you sit on his lower stomach. His hands come up to the back of your thighs.

“I’ve got you now, Devil.” You grin, leaning in to kiss him. But before you can, he’s flipping you back over, keeping you pinned by your legs.

“Brat.” he accuses, leaning in to kiss you again. You huff. “Easy, pretty girl, your attitude is getting the best of you.”

You frown and turn your head when he goes to kiss you.

“Tell me I’m not a brat and I’ll kiss you.” You demand, and he grins, but this time it isn’t soft. It’s almost wicked. He grabs your chin roughly and tilts your head towards him, before kissing you roughly.

“What did I tell you?” he asks. “Come on, smart girl, I know you remember.”

“That I was in no position to make demands?”

“That’s right.” He coos, “Now, baby, do you want to hear what I had planned for you tonight?”

You must admit, you’re very curious.

“Sure, Matty.” His grin widens.

“Well, I was planning on playing this little game with you, then eating you out until your thighs are shaking,” You let out a whine, but he just shushes you softly, “Sh, sh, sh… You wanted to hear, so listen.” He hums. “Then, I was going to fuck you until you were full of my cum.” He tells you.

Then, he lets out a disappointed sigh.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“That was what I was planning on, but because you decided to be a brat, I have a new plan.”

“I liked that plan so much though..”

“I know, Sweetheart, me too.. But you’re the one who ruined it.” He reminded, leaning in, and biting your jaw between his fingers. His hand positioning is not exactly choking, but the grip is tight enough to leave marks. He feels you grind your hips up a bit, and chuckles again. “Smart girl, already figuring out what’s next.”

You tilt your head in confusion, but before you know it, he’s repositioning you so you’re in his lap at the edge of the bed. He pats your thigh gently.

“Get up for me, Honey. Then you got to take your shorts off for me.” You do as you’re told, no longer interested in fucking up his plans. Then, he pulls you back onto his lap, and he hums gently. You decide to take a risk and bring your hands up to his jaw, and then up towards his mask.

“Please?” You ask gently. “Wanna see you..” He nods softly, letting you pull off his mask, as his head tilts to the side to kiss your palm.

“You remember who’s in charge, right, sweetheart?”

“You, devil.”

“That’s right, angel.” He praises, “And that’s why you’re going to ride my thigh.” You let out a soft whine, and he shakes his head, “No, no whining from you, sweet girl. You wanted to be a brat, so you gotta reap what you sew.”

He holds your hips as you begin to grind against his thigh, and Matt focuses on the way your breathing hitches as you rub against his thigh. Your hands grip his shoulders as he begins to kiss your neck again.

Your skin burns with need, and your hips roll faster as your breath speeds up, and slowly, minute by minute, you’re edging closer to your release. But he knows you’re close to coming undone not only because of how your skin is hot, and your breath is airy, but because you’re making such a mess.

You’re definitely staining his pant leg with your wetness, because after his insatiable teasing, you’re just desperate for him, and oh so sensitive. The speed of your grinding increases, and then, because he wants to see you break, he starts to bounce his leg up so that in addition to your grinding, it’s overwhelming you.

“Matt,” you say, breathlessly. “Matt, please..”

“Please what, smart girl? What do you want?” He’s really going to make you ask for it. This is all part of his game.

“Please..” You start, resting your head on his shoulder. “Please, can I come?”

“What was that, baby? I didn’t hear you.”

Oh, now he’s being a fucking dick. You know he can hear you, with his damned super senses. Nonetheless, you pick your head up and manage to get it out.

“Please let me come,” You beg, and he laughs.

“You know what’s funny, baby?” You let out a whine. “You’re so smart, always holding the world on your shoulders, and yet.. A little bit of teasing and riding my thigh, and you can barely get a sentence out.. You’re being so good for me, baby. So good at following orders,” He bites your neck. “So, go ahead and come for me, sweet girl.”

As soon as those words leave his lips, you’re letting go, the tight knot in your stomach finally snapping. You moan into his ear, his hands on your side to keep you stable as you come undone. He keeps bouncing his leg to have you ride out your high as your legs begin to shake. You’re making all of these pretty noises for him, and the smell of your juices are overwhelming for him.

“Such a good girl for me,” he hums, kissing you softly. He’s back to being rather gentle with you. But his cock is incredibly hard against his pants, and he needs to feel you clench around him. “Can my pretty baby ride my cock?” You’re shaking but you nod gently.

He knows you’re verging on the edge of being unable to do much else, but he wants to see how far he can push you. So, he pats your leg again and you stand up. His hands come up to undo your bra and pull off your panties.

He holds them in his hands for a moment, breathing in deeply as your scent continues to overwhelm him. He wastes no more time, pulling off his shirt and then starting to unbuckle his black pants. On instinct, you’re on your knees, with this.. primal desire to suck him off.

He takes a deep breath, his hand going to your hair and pushing your hair from your face. You lean into his touch, smiling softly up at him. He knows how much you like just thoughtless sex—You value long, intimate nights too, but after a long week, you need to shut off your brain and he needs to take control.

“Wanna suck my cock first, baby? You’re so good for me..” He says softly, slipping down his boxers.

“Just wanna be good for you,” You hum, eying his glistening hardness. You can’t deny that he looks truly crafted by the hands of God—Most of his body is glistening with sweat, cock glistening with precum. He is heavenly and the only thing you’ll ever want to worship.

“You’re so good for me. My dumb little smart girl.” The name form earlier makes you weak, as you lean in and begin to lick his tip. His hand grips your hair as he inhales sharply. “Careful, sweetheart.” He tells you, beginning to guide you in sucking him dry.

His hand guides you as your head bobs against his cock, the taste of him turning your brain further into mush. He makes sure to guide you at a steady pace, moaning out praise, and occasionally degradation.

“So fucking good for me,” He gasps out, “My good little girl.. Sucking my cock so good—Ah, fuck..” He gasps as you quicken your pace. “Sucking me like the little slut you are..” You moan against cock at that, and he gasps, before it devolves into a low chuckle. “And you like it, too.. Being called my little slut.. Good little slut, just for me.. Got you trained so well..” He holds on for a few more moments before he comes into your mouth, panting softly.

His cum dribbles down your chin as you swallow most of it, so his hand comes up to your chin to gently wipe the dribble off before he slips his thumb into your mouth.

“Every last drop for me, angel.” He requests. You happily suck on his thumb for a few moments while he recovers. Then, he leans down and picks you up, resting you on the bed again. “Now you’re gonna ride me, right, pretty?”

“Mhm..” You smile, and as soon as he lays back on the bed, you’re on top of him. His cock slides against your folds and you whine a bit, just desperate for the feeling of him filling you up. “You know how badly I want your cock..” He grins at this.

“You have it, angel. Just gotta ride me, okay?” You hum in response. You slowly lower yourself down onto his cock, taking a few minutes to adjust to the size of him. But your slow pace is not quick enough for Matt, whose hands find your hips (for the millionth time tonight) and quickly slides his entire length into you.

You moan loudly, a feeling of pain and pleasure blurring together as he hits just the right spot to make you see stars.

“Matt, fuck,” You whine, wanting to take a second to catch your breath.

“Color?” It’s a safe word system—He knows he might have taken it a tad too far, pushing into you like that.

“Green,” You promise.

“Okay, good.” He leans up and kisses your forehead gently, a sign of the gentleness that resides in his demeanor despite just how into his dominate behavior you are. He begins to roll his hips, and revels in the sound of the pretty screams coming out of your mouth as he begins to pound into you. “I’ve got you fucked dumb, baby? Can’t even ride my cock properly?” He asks, pulling you in to kiss your skin.

“No,” You protest, “I can do it,” It comes out whinier than you wanted it to—Much whinier, but you can’t deny that he’s wrong about that first part. Your brain is blurry in the best way. He hums in approval before gently pushing you away from his lips.

“Prove it, then.” He demands, and his hips are no longer bucking into you. Instead, you shakily begin to bounce against his cock, using his moans and gasps as guidance. His hands grip your thighs as you ride him. “There you go, angel. It’s not too much for you, right?” He hums.

“No!” You protest again, “No, Sir, I can take it,” He grins at the slip of the title. He swats the side of your thigh, rubbing it softly after you yelp, but it quickens your pace. His brain is beginning to fog too, so he knows he wants to get a few more comments out.

“Fucking liar,” he laughs, “Even when your.. fuck..” He gasps, the feeling of you clenching around him overwhelming him. “When you’re bouncing on my cock and moaning for me, you’re still lying..” His one hand travels to play with your clit, rubbing small circles into it. “So,” He takes a deep breath, leaning forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder, before picking his head back up. “I’ll ask you again.. Is it too much for you, my ditzy girl?”

Tears prick your eyes, as you will your brain to come up with a comprehensive answer.

“Yes!” You admit, “it’s too much,” You pant, but because you don’t say ‘red’ he keeps going.

“Aw, I know, honey,” He plants a soft kiss to your lips, the hand that isn’t rubbing circles into your clit coming up to brush sweaty hair from your face. “But you can take it. Come on, sweet thing, I know..” He hums. “Come for me, baby..”

And you do—You come hard, your vision going white for a fraction of a second as you let out these angelic noises. He doesn’t give a damn about noise complaints right now, all he can focus on is the smell of your sweat, your cum, and your pretty little noises.

You continue to rock your hips, wanting to feel his cum fill you up. And after a few more minutes, your wish comes true, as he grips your hip tightly with one hand as he comes deep inside you, as you roll your hips just a few more times, riding the last waves of a euphoric high.

His chest is heaving as you slump down against his chest. The pair of you are sweating, but he still looks so beautiful like this. His cock still fills you, his cum deep within you. His hand gently runs up and down your back,

“How’s my sweet girl doing..?” He’s afraid he went too far with you, hoping his words didn’t push you into a bad headspace. It’s happened before, where you just needed time to come back to reality. But tonight, you’re exhausted in a whole new way. You’re happy that you’ll actually be able to sleep.

“I’m good,” You promise. You’re sweaty, out of breath and completely fucked out of your mind.

He takes your jaw in his hand and tilts your head up so you’re looking in his general direction.

“You know I don’t really think you’re dumb, right?” He just needs to make sure.

“I know,” You giggle, “But it’s pretty hot in the moment. Besides, you took care of me.”

He grins and kisses your forehead.

“I’ll always take care of you.” He promises. You know he means it, too. Your Matty, always taking care of you. “You know you don’t need to worry about everything, right? You don’t have to hold the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

“I know,” You start, “But you’re always so busy with the firm, and being Daredevil, and—” He hushes you softly.

“I am never too busy for you.” He says gently. “I know I can’t do your job for you, but I can be more careful and help with dinner, you know.” He just wants you to be less stressed all the time, the hypocrite.

“Okay.” You say gently. “Thank you, Matt.” He holds you close and places a soft kiss to your head.

“You’re still shaking,” He says gently, “But you need to shower.” He says softly, moving now so that he can carry you to your bathroom. You whine at the feeling of emptiness you’re left with when he slides out of you, and he just laughs. “I know, Baby, I know.”

Matt is just a general fan of taking care of you. Even when you’re fucked out of your mind like you are right now. You love that about him.

You love that the devil is so devoted to you. It stirs something deep inside you that you can’t quite voice. Matt knows it, too.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #daredevil fic #daredevil #matt murdock fic #matt murdock fluff #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock smut #dom!matt murdock #marvel smut #rough kink #never seeing the pearly gates #no plot

[thelovelylolly]

Hobie gotta beat a mf up cause they stared being a misogynistic asshole to his girl🙏🏽🙏🏽

Problem?

Summary: You start your dream job as a journalist, only to have a sexist co-worker and your boyfriend won't let that slide. Warnings: a misogynistic man (icky icky), fem! reader (she/her pronouns used), not proof read bc im tired, let me know if i missed anything :) Notes: hobie would NOT let that behavior slide period

You loved your job. It was your dream since middle school to be a journalist at one of the top news companies. It was everything you wanted, and more. You had the freedom to investigate what you wanted, when you wanted. You had control over how your stories looked in the paper and online, and you weren't as censored as other places were. It was perfect, except one thing.

Your co-worker, James, wasn't the most...welcoming to you or your ideas. You preferred stories about everyday people doing good things in your community, or focusing on local and small businesses. He thought that your stories weren't as gripping or enticing as they needed, and told you to try harder.

At first, you thought it was just because you were a new employee. But when his targeted critiques didn't stop, you realized it was something else. He wouldn't say the same things to your male counterparts. He also didn't respect your assistant, a sweet girl who needed a job during college. He treated her like garbage, which pissed you off even more.

You had a meeting with all the journalists to get updated on what everyone was investigating and reporting on. When you stood up and explained what you were doing, a simple piece about a bakery owned by a sweet lady and her girlfriend, James rolled his eyes and leaned over to his buddy to whisper something.

"I'm sorry, James, but I'm talking right now. You whispering is distracting me and getting me off track, I'd appreciate if you'd stop," you said calmly, trying to call him out as well.

He sighed dramatically. "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean to hurt your precious feelings."

You wanted to slap him, but you took a deep breath and went back to what you were talking about.

----

You kicked your door shut behind you and dropped your things next to it. "Hobie, I'm home!"

You walked into your living room where Hobie was on the couch, tuning his guitar. He looked up and smiled, immediately setting his guitar aside and going over to you.

"Hey, love, how was work?" He asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek and giving you a hug.

You grumbled and hid your face in his neck.

"That bad, huh?"

You pulled away from him, pacing up and down the room. "It's my god damn co-worker! He doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut! All he does is criticize me and belittle me, along with the other women in the office, but not with the guys! That sexist piece of shit! It's just...I hate it and I can't do anything with causing a HR nightmare, and I don't wanna lose this job, Hobie. It means so much to me and I…I just can’t lose it.”

You stop and wipe the frustrated tears that had slipped down your cheeks. You look at Hobie and give him a wobbly smile. “‘M sorry, didn’t mean to explode on you like that.”

“Don’t apologize, babe. You’re frustrated, I get it,” he replied, walking over to you and running his hands up and down your arms soothingly. “How ‘bout we order your favorite take out, yeah?”

“And we can watch my favorite movie?”

“Anything you want, love.”

----

On his patrol as Spider-Man, Hobie kept his eye out for your…problematic co-worker. He didn’t know what the guy looked like, but he could figure it out. He swung by your office and took a look inside.

There was only two people left, a man and a woman. He was at his desk, sipping some drink and yelling at the poor woman who was just trying to organize some files. He eyed her like a piece of candy and yelled at her for putting the papers in the wrong place. Then, he stood up and grabbed his things before heading to the door.

Bingo.

Hobie swung down to the front doors of the building and waited for the man to walk out. A few minutes later, the man strolled out on the phone.

“Exactly, Tim. I don’t get why she got hired. She just does some stories with zero…what’s the word, content to them? I don’t know, it’s just a matter of time until she gets hit with reality. She even had the nerve to stand up to me-“

“Pardon me, mate,” Hobie said, catching the man’s attention.

The man froze at the sight of Spider-Man, hanging up the phone. Hobie glanced at his badge and saw his name.

“James, is it? Well, I heard you were giving the women you work with some grief.”

“W-what do you want?” James stuttered.

Hobie started to back him into a corner. “You know how Spider-Man believes in…fairness and what not?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Well, I believe your attitude isn’t very fair to your co-workers.”

“Listen, man, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I-“

Hobie didn’t let him finish, giving him a shove back to cut him off.

“Consider this your warning, James,” Hobie said in a low tone. “Stay away from my girl, and you won’t see me again.”

With that, he swung away, leaving James shaking like a leaf.

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The next day, when you got home from work, you immediately went to Hobie. He was in the kitchen, fixing some dinner for the two of you.

“Hey, babe, how was work?” He asked, putting his spoon down and going to you to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“It was…good. James didn’t bother me at all, or any of the girls, actually. It was weird, but I’m not complaining.”

Hobie hummed and went back to his cooking. You tilted your head to the side, confused at his reaction. You hopped up onto the counter next to where he was working.

“Hobie…did you do something?” You asked.

“What? Nah, I don’t even know this guy,” he answered.

"Hm, okay," you said. You hopped off the counter, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and went to get changed.

Hobie smiled to himself, knowing that James wouldn't mess with you anymore.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown fanfic #hobie brown fanfiction #spider punk x reader #spider punk x you #spider punk fanfiction #spider punk fanfic

[moonrisecoeur]

I feel like Leon would def start out as a bratty sub, but the moment you threaten not to touch him, he melts. I just know he would like getting his pretty hair tugged on!! Esp when riding him and you tug it to make him look up at you!! Ugh omg </3

Also whimpers loud! Have you heard him in re2??

first off HI IM IN LOVE WITH U I THINK UR REALLY COOL ahem anyway.. don’t know what came over me that was crazy

HAVE U HEARD HIM IN DBD??? he’s so loud it’s so so yummy also my spotify is fucked up bc some mf put his moans on there and i listen to them when i-

she/her pronouns, afab reader

i don’t even know if he’s bratty or if he’s just a mf guy who’s conditioned to believe he should be dominant. he’s used to thinking he has to be strong, has to take care of others. and so when you first kiss him, and he tries his best to assert some kind of dominance over the situation, it’s almost cute. he’s trying so damn hard.

he figures out that you like to be in control soon after. he has a hard time accepting it. he’s the man, he’s supposed to be dominant, he’s supposed to be in control.

…and then you run your fingers through his hair, press kisses to his neck in all the sensitive spots he didn’t even know were sensitive, call him a good boy, and suddenly he’s realizing that he might like a dominant woman. he doesn’t even care that part of him feels strangely emasculated. he likes that you take what you want, don’t leave him guessing or assuming. he knows exactly what to do to please you and that makes his life easy.

though he does have an attitude, that can definitely be quelled with a simple “i don’t have to be making you feel good, baby. if you wanna talk to me like that… have fun making yourself cum,” and then he pouts but gives in, acting nice purely out of his own self interest.

now that’s all for re2 leon. it all mostly applies to the later versions of him, but he obviously becomes more aware of his own preferences in his partners as he gets older.

leon loves having his hair pulled, especially when it’s to pull his face in any direction so he has to look at you. he likes it when you gently run your fingers through his hair, soft but firm in your grip before you decide to get rough. he likes it when you pull hard, especially hard enough where tears start to well up in his eyes.

but when you're riding him and pulling his hair?? he thinks you're trying to kill him. there's no reason it should be that hot, but he literally has to use all of his self-restraint to keep himself from cumming on the spot!! ur pussy just feels too good and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands or his body, he just sits there helplessly as you fuck the soul out of him <3

he’s also just overall loud in bed. unless he’s legitimately upset, in which he gets kinda quiet and moody, he’s always moaning and groaning and breathing heavy. he used to try to hide it until he realized that you like it when he makes noise. he doesn’t over exaggerate or anything, but definitely doesn’t hide anymore.

#mel <3 #sub leon kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s. kennedy #leon kennedy smut #sub leon kennedy smut #resident evil #leon kennedy resident evil #resident evil smut #reader insert #smut #sub!leon #re2r leon #re2 smut #re2 #re2r #re4 #re4 leon #re4 remake #re4 smut #resident evil 4

[stabortega]

LOTTIE MATTHEWS – NSFW ALPHABET

Summary: Lottie Matthews' NSFW alphabet.

Pairing: Adult!Lottie Matthews x Fem!Reader

Warnings:: NSFW. Mentions of kinks. Smut(ish) No mentions of the crash. Implied fem reader (she/her pronouns used). G!P reader. MDNI.

Author's note: Just a little something to get my writing going, let me know what you think!

MASTERLIST!

AFTERCARE.

Lottie is extremely affectionate after sex. She likes when you hold her tight and caress her hair, it makes her feel like a silly teenager again. She'll definitely take care of you if you're feeling tired as well, always making sure you're okay before going to sleep.

BODYPART.

She loves your abs. Right after your face, your abs are definitely a body part that she loves to kiss and touch all the time. And your hands, too. In her own words, they make wonders.

CUM.

Lottie absolutely loves when you cum inside her. She is the happiest when you fill her up with your juices, it makes her feel so dirty and naughty, which is a side of her that she never shows due to the fact she's running a wellness center, and she needs to be on her best behavior 24/7. Also, she's grown to love the feeling of getting cum on her face and mouth. And she makes sure to swallow every last drop.

DIRTY SECRET.

You're the first person that she has ever told this, but the thought of you fucking her in one of the center's common areas, with the imminent risk of getting caught by one of the fellow members and staff, really gets her going. She knows that the risk is far too big, but as of this moment she's content in having that thought only in her mind.

And also threesomes because she would love seeing you fuck another girl to show her how much you're learning.

EXPERIENCE.

She had a couple of sexual encounters here and there, but you're definitely the first person that she's exploring all of her fantasies with. She trusts you enough to let you in, physically and emotionally speaking.

FAVORITE POSITION.

Lottie has a whole list of positions she enjoys. Most of the times, she prefers to be in charge, even if she's the one receiving. In those situations, she enjoys riding you. But she recently started to enjoy getting fucked on all fours, as well. Missionary is a must; being able to touch you and look straight into your eyes while you're pounding her really gets her going.

GOOFY.

She tries her best to mantain her posture in sex. Lottie knows that being older really arouses you, so she prefers to take advantage in that by being serious, demanding and controlling most of the times. But there are situations that the both of you just want to enjoy some carefree sex to relax your minds for a bit.

HAIR.

She never really fully shaves, but she prefers to keep it trimmed. A simple strip of thin hair is more than enough for her. And in terms of your hair, she doesn't really care if you shave completely or not.

INTIMACY.

Like mentioned earlier, Lottie is a dom. She's a bottom most of the times, but she's the most powerful bottom you'd ever seen. Most of the times she likes to boss you around, telling you what she wants you to do with her.

"Be a good girl for Mommy, baby. You know you're the only one who can make me feel good, right?" She said while holding your hardened cock by the base, while both of you were in the missionary position, your cock almost penetrating her dripping cunt. "Look at how hard you are, baby. Is that all for me, huh?" She asked, but you were too turned on to answer. "Oh, my love... You're seem so out of your head today." She said while masturbating you slowly, your pre-cum leaking through the head of your dick, and she made sure to rub her thumb right on top of your sensitive tip. "Seems like Mommy here needs to show you how she likes to be fucked, hm?"

Also, there are times where Lottie just wants to feel like a bad girl who needs to be punished. Sometimes she just wanna let loose and she what her little girl is capable off. Which is why there are times where she purposefully wants to make you jealous enough so you get to fuck her life out of her.

"Fuck, baby... I didn't knew you were getting that good." She says, out of breath, right after you came violently inside her swollen pussy. "Guess Mommy taught you well, hm?"

JACK OFF.

You worked at the wellness center with Lottie, and obviously dating the head of the compound had its perks. One of them is being able to ask Lottie to assign you any job you'd like, and that's exactly what she did when you asked her if you could take care of the compound's horses. You were so passionate about animals and being able to work with them made you the happiest ever. But, oh boy, she should've thought this through before assigning you to that, because it made you busy with the horses almost 24/7. So, let's just say that there are weeks where Lottie masturbates more than she would like to.

KINKS.

Lottie definitely prefers to be in charge, in like, 80% of the times. She doesn't really care if she's the one fucking or getting fucked, but ever since she started the compound, she realised how much she enjoyed being the one with the power on her hands. She likes to tie you up, to blindfold you, and she most certainly has a wax kink. Cockwarming is something that you guys are trying recently, as well. She obviously has a huge Mommy kink, and the thought of you being an innocent person which had to be teached about everything involving sex arouses her more than she likes to admit.

But when she's subbing, though, she has a completely different kink list. She likes to feel like a whore, hands down a complete bitch who's only purpose in life is to be your cum dump. She absolutely adores when you pull her hair, slap her face and calls her a slut; to her, it's like she's teaching you how to fuck when she's topping, and when you're topping you're showing her everything that you've learned. She loves to be your teacher.

LOCATION.

Even though Lottie wanted to have sex at some risky locations, she knows that the risk of getting caught is too big, no matter how much she wants it. However, there were a few times where you fucked her in her car, in the compound's parking lot at night. Not very risky, but it was the best you could do.

MOTIVATION.

She has a weak spot for your body, in general. If you show her the tiniest bit of your skin, it already gets her going. The times where you have to boss a few people around in the stable also turns her on. And when you call her Charlotte, of course.

NO.

It goes without saying that Lottie wouldn't do anything that you don't feel comfortable doing. She wouldn't ever cross your boundaries and she knows you would never cross hers. If we're talking about kinks, Lottie isn't really a fan of pet play and I also don't see her trying.

ORAL.

Lottie is a sucker for oral (no pun intended). One of the things she loves the most is to have your cock in her throat. To Lottie, that's not even foreplay. She likes to think that she's the best head you'd ever gotten (she's not wrong). She's the kind of woman to give you the whole job; she deepthroats you, massage your balls, swallows your cum or licks it off right off of your stomach. She loves it when you put her hair up in a ponytail and fuck her face, as she was lucky enough to have absolutely zero gag reflex.

Recieving is also a must for her. Like the great teacher she is, Lottie is the kind of woman to guide you when you're giving her head, telling you where she likes your tongue and what she likes the most.

"Fuck, baby, right there... Look at Mommy while you're sucking her, alright? Let me look at your pretty eyes." The older one said, while holding your chin slightly as if she were to guide you. "You see how you're dripping? You see how wet you make me, baby? You're so, so good..."

PACE.

Like mentioned before, Lottie prefers to be more gentle yet demanding when she's topping. She likes to take her time with you, guide you slowly. There aren't a lot of occasions where she's a rough top. However when she's subbing, she wants you to get as rough as you can get. (Which you do, considering that most of the times when you top, is because she purposefully made you jealous). So, it really depends.

QUICKIE.

Only when she's anxious or stressed. When she has an important meeting or something that triggers her anxiety, she asks you to fuck her a couple of minutes before her appointment to calm her nerves. Other than that, she's not a huge fan.

RISK.

Lottie is down to try pretty much anything with you, as long as is something both of you are down to try. There are only a few things that she's not really comfortable trying, but they're not many.

STAMINA.

Lottie works out, has a healthy diet and occupies her mind with yoga and meditation. So naturally, she is unstoppable when it comes to stamina. Usually she cums, at least, three to four times when you have sex, and she tries her best to make you cum the same amount. Considering you guys fuck almost every night, of course. There was one occasion where she managed to have eight orgasms and tried to make you have eight as well, but you only got to five.

TOYS.

She has an considerable toy collection. It's not too much but she's happy with that amount. Lottie has a couple of vibrators to herself, one or two butt plugs that she really wanted to use it on you, if you allow her, some ropes, handcuffs and blindfolds.

UNFAIR.

Lottie only teases when she wants something. If she wants you to fuck her brains out, she'll tease and make you worked up enough until you burst and fuck her like the whore she wants to be.

VOLUME.

She's a screamer. Thank god her cabin is a little distant from the other ones, it allows her to be as loud as she wants, especially when you're rough. When you're having soft sex, however, she's not very loud. And she doesn't really mind if you're loud or not.

WILD CARD.

Lottie loves when you masturbate in front of her. The first times you didn't even knew she was there; she liked to watch you by her own. That happened a lot until you caught her, of course.

"How long you've been watching me...?" You said, your face blushing from embarrassment while you tried, unsuccessfully, to hide your hardened dick with both of your hands. Lottie felt her cunt throb just by looking at you; your guilty eyes, the sweat slightly dripping from your body. "Long enough, baby. I don't wanna be rude and interrupt you, my love. Continue."

And now it's something you do regularly, the shame you used to feel is now vanished. Lottie loves to see you in your most intimate moment, and even though she has the permission to ask you to touch yourself for her, she still watches you in secret when you're alone.

X-RAY.

Like mentioned earlier, Lottie works out. Her body is slightly tanned and ripped, she has some muscles on her abs but nothing too big.

YEARNING.

She's not the kind of person who wants to fuck 24/7, until she met you. And even though she finds you crazy hot, it's something she's trying to control. It's not her fault you make her go insane by just doing nothing.

ZZZ.

Depends on the occasion, but mostly she falls asleep after sex after 20/30 minutes. She likes to take proper care of you first, and she knows you like doing that too, so sleeping right after sex is not something that happens between you two.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets smut #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x you #lottie matthews smut #lottie matthews x reader #adult lottie matthews #simone kessell #wlw #wlw ns/fw #wlw nsft #pwp

[opultea]

Maybe It Was Always You

Xiao x GN Reader (No pronouns)

Romantic - Oneshot - Fluff - SFW

Word Count: 1.2k

Note: Loved loved loved writing this, my favourite writings are always secret character analyses lol (hope you enjoy!)

Perhaps Xiao had always wanted to love you.

Maybe he could admit that whenever he looked at you from afar, something deep within him would light up at the way you smiled, and then recoil as he reminded himself that he could never allow you to smile that way for him. But that was as much as he could ever admit.

Xiao took pride in his ability to stamp out any desire, any traces of mortal consciousness in his heart that made him yearn for worldly comfort. He did not need such frivolity. He was a Yaksha for Archon's sake; a creature of battle, an instrument of war. His heart had no room for simple temptations. He had no room for his heart.

So what was the tightness in the chest he swore was hollow? How could you fill him with more air than he thought possible to breathe? Maybe Xiao had always wanted to feel. Perhaps he never let himself stray too far from his position of duty because he couldn't know how. However gruelling it was to slay and strike and punish, it was almost comfortable. Xiao knew all of this well.

He knew not of how to speak to you.

"Which tea would you prefer Xiao?"

What kind of question was that? Why would a weapon like himself have any preferences? Was this a test of some kind? A cruel joke? How should he know what tea you'd like best? Of course you would make this difficult, you always found a way to make things difficult for him. Why was it always so hard to breathe around you?

"Does it matter?" He settled into his usual scowl. What he knew couldn't hurt him, right?

"Well, I guess not," You smiled warmly. You were always so warm. "But isn't it nice to indulge in little things that make you happy now and again?" Xiao clicked his tongue.

"Adepti do not indulge. Why would we ever have a need for such insignificant things?"

You took a moment to ponder the question, taking it as the genuine misunderstanding of someone who was used to an outsider's perspective rather than as criticism. You knew Xiao well enough by now to understand what he truly meant when he said such things.

"Well, I think that it's important for everyone to have things that bring them joy, no matter how insignificant they are. It makes living a little easier when you can rely on even the smallest things to make you happy,"

"Ease has never been the goal of my existence," Xiao argued, though the soft croak in his voice revealed what his words could not.

"Maybe not a goal, but you surely still need rest and recuperation?" Deciding Xiao was not going to pick a tea flavour, you plucked the one closest to you and began to brew it. "Like right now, we're having tea and chatting, even if it's not classically productive,"

"It is not... this... I would not call this an insignificant thing." That made you smile wide, your head tilting affectionately.

"Well for the record, you make me happy too Xiao,"

Maybe Xiao would never know if the racing in his chest was normal.

It was not uncommon for you to visit Wangshu Inn, but it felt as if the frequency of your visits had increased as of late. You would always start by greeting Verr Goldet, but the boss never kept you long before she ushered you upstairs, sneaking a knowing look toward the balcony.

For your first few visits, Xiao had not always been there, often out attending to his eternal duty. When the vigilant Yaksha returned to find you waiting on the balcony for him, it took him a moment to unfreeze.

“You need not waste your time waiting,” Xiao huffed.

"Well I come here mostly to see you, I think it would be a bit useless if I left without even accomplishing a hello,"

"You-" Xiao's reflex rebuttal caught in his throat. You came to see him. Maybe he would never figure out why that made his whole body feel light. "Then, the next time you come, call my name. I will arrive."

Now, you visited what felt like every other day, and each time you climbed to the tallest point of the inn and called the name of the Conqueror of Demons, he would dutifully appear. You both learnt to expect each other, and neither would dream of breaking the silent oath of commitment. Perhaps Xiao was pleased with the synergy you had created together.

It was a regular visit for you when Xiao asked that fateful question.

"Why do you persist?"

The night air was cool and crisp, the light breeze from the north still carrying some of the sweetness from its birthplace in Mondstadt. The two of you stood leaning against the railing of the balcony, savouring the time together. You blinked at the question, staring openly as if your gaze would be able to permeate the Adeptus’ mind.

“I’m sorry?”

“You endlessly approach me with conversation, as if I am like you,”

“And what am I like?”

“Mortal.”

You knew that Xiao had trouble accepting friendship; he had once told you that he was a weapon as if it was a fact of the world. But did he honestly still believe himself nothing more?

“Xiao,” you breathed softly. “I come to you because you make me happy, because I want to, because I desire your companionship. Is that not reason enough?”

Xiao turned his head away just enough that you couldn't see his face, but it did not do much to hide his ebbing emotion.

"It was never a good idea for you to interact with me, let alone so casually. I warned you as much." Xiao's head bowed slightly, as if his mind was tired from attempting to comprehend you. "And yet you persist. You come and you make me feel this way, and then you go and you make me feel even more. So why? Why are you doing this to me, to yourself?"

Xiao finally turned back to you, brow furrowed and eyes searching, maybe even hoping. You stepped closer, not wanting to scare him but wanting desperately for him to understand.

"Because you deserve to be loved, Xiao,"

His eyes widened in response, his whole body alight with confusion at the foreign thought. But somewhere just below the panic sat an old desire, a desperate part of him that craved the tenderness in your voice.

Perhaps that was all Xiao had ever wanted to hear. Maybe you were the only one his waking heart would ever allow to speak it. You, with your soft tones and gentle sincerity, your understanding nature and your persistence. Maybe your love was all he had ever dreamed of.

When you carefully opened your arms and stepped a fragment closer, Xiao was surprised at his willingness to accept the gesture. For a rare and incredible moment, he did not feel the weight of the world upon him. Only the comforting weight of you around his soul.

Perhaps you were all Xiao ever needed to feel free enough to love.

#fluff #genshin impact #genshin x reader #gn reader #no pronouns #sfw #genshin impact x reader #romantic #gender neutral reader #genshin impact x you #Xiao x reader #xiao genshin impact #Xiao x gn reader #alatus x reader #mutual pining #oneshot #xiao x reader oneshot #genshin impact x gn reader

[dix0nvix3n]

➳જ⁀➴ 𝕯𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 ⟡

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⭑✧˖°𖤓 Hi!! On this account I would prefer to be called Dagger as I would not like to reveal my real name here. I write X Reader fics for Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead and Scud from Blade 2. I'm completely new to writing so please be gentle lol. 𖤓°˖✧⭑

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩

⛥ 18+ to interact with me and my NSFW work, NSFW will always be marked as 18+, those works will say mdni but if you are a minor and do end up reading those fics, remember that I am not responsible for your media consumption.

⛥ Although I'm genderfluid I feel the most comfortable writing the reader as afab with she/her pronouns, I may potentially write gender neutral reader fics though. These things aside, anyone of any identity is of course allowed to read my work.

⛥ My fics will always come with a warning description of some kind and if I ever miss something you think should be in the warning, please let me know!

⛥ As I said I currently only write for Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead and Scud Frohmeyer from Blade 2, I hope to branch out to more Norman Reedus characters and maybe characters not played by him someday but I'm completely new to writing and really only know how to write for them so far.

⛥ Please note that I have severe anxiety when it comes to interacting with anything online which makes it very hard for me to reply to comments and comment on things, repost, and I often will love a fic and not even like the post because I get so in my head thinking that person will think of my interaction as weird. I know this probably doesn't make sense to a lot of people but please try and understand, I am currently trying to work on this but please know It's gonna take me a very long time.

ℜ𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰

⛥ I currently don't take requests because they seem a bit overwhelming for me at this time being but you can send me any thoughts and ideas you have about Daryl and Scud (some other Norman characters too! I have lots of thoughts about other characters Norman has played I just don't know how to write for them yet!) and I will try and give you my thoughts and ideas back!

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⛥ Masterlist: Will be made at some point!!

⛥ Fics:

Stoner Daryl x Stoner Reader 18+ ✶❀

COMING SOON

Daryl x Reader Alexandria Christmas One-Shot ❀ COMING SOON

Scud X Reader Blade's Lair 18+ One-Shot ✶❀

COMING SOON

✶- Smut | ✧- Suggestive ❀-Fluff | ☽-Angst

𝔉𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔰 𝔄𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔐𝔢

⛥ I'm Autistic and have ADHD, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, probably several other problems I'm not aware of myself yet lmao, and I am also Anemic.

⛥ I've been to at least 15 concerts but need to recount actually how many, including 3 Warped Tours, so sorry to anyone who never got to go they were truly such unique experiences.

⛥ I have 7 piercings but have been pierced 8 times, fucked up my first eyebrow piercing lol. In order I got a septum, right eyebrow, daith, bridge, two helixes in one day, a conch and also my right eyebrow repierced on the same day. Also all the ear piercings are on my right ear cause I used to have the right side of my head shaved and an undercut so my left ear was never visible but with my new haircut,,, I really need some for the left ear.

⛥ Also, the conch jewelery is my only special piece of jewelery I have and I got it in memory of two things. The conch piece is a titanium dagger with a simple little jewel in the middle, when I saw it I immediately thought of Daryl and his big knives/daggers and also a reference to the band Witchdagger from Night In The Woods, a game that fundamentally helped me grow as a person.

⛥ The reason I changed my hair from the side shave was so I could actually grow it out and cut it to Scud's hairstyle, that fucker is soooo gender.

⛥ I don't know much about my zodiac signs but I'm a Cancer Sun, Scorpio Moon, Capricorn Rising.

⛥ My favorite fruits are peaches, oranges, and raspberries.

⛥ I edit occasionally when I have the mental energy which is rare but I post them @ daryldixonvixen on tiktok if anyone is interested, will possibly start posting my edits on instagram too :)

⛥ and uhhhh I'll keep adding to these when I think of more

And here's what the conch piercing looks like if anyone wanted to see it :]

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #the walking dead #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon x reader smut #scud frohmeyer #scud x reader #scud x reader smut #scud blade 2 #blade 2 #norman reedus

[tv1xx]

Meet my Invincible OC!

Full name: Zarathrax Vexthorn (Preferred name Zar, Zara, Thrax for short)

Gender: Female/Nonbinary (gender fluid) ((I don’t know how to properly word it my apologies, but yes, their gender is yes))

Pronouns: She/Her They/Them

Height: 6’4

Age: 20 (but actually a few hundreds years but they age slow so they look 20)

Species: Chnoite (Kuh-thoh-nights)

Planet: Cthonara (Kuh-thoh-nah-rah)

Powers: Dark Energy Manipulation: Zar has the ability to manipulate and control dark cosmic energies. They can shape this energy into various forms, such as projectiles, barriers, or tendrils, using it both defensively and offensively.

Teleportation through Shadows: She can travel instantly between locations by stepping into and emerging from shadows, utilizing the dark essence that permeates her surroundings.

Telepathic Connection with Cthonara: Zar can establish a telepathic link with other Cthonites and other species, allowing them to share thoughts, emotions, and information across vast distances.

Regeneration and Resilience: Zar possesses enhanced regenerative abilities, allowing them to recover from injuries at an accelerated rate. Her demonic physiology also provides natural resistance to various forms of damage.

Flight: She can achieve levitation and flight with her powers or wings, allowing her to navigate through the air with ease.

Strength: While her magical abilities are their primary strength, Zar possesses enhanced physical attributes, such as agility and durability, as a result of her fiend demon alien physiology.

Shapeshift: Zarathrax can mimic the biological forms of various creatures, from simple organisms to complex life forms. Her ability to replicate intricate details depends on her familiarity with the species, it takes them a few tries to transform into a “human” form.

More below… (ur free to ask me questions about them. <3 )

GENERAL INFO/BACKSTORY (It’s a long one)

Zar Vexthorn is from the planet Cthonara. Chnoite’s are a group of people known for a blend of demonic power and cosmic energies in the universe, which makes them unique in their own way. Their appearances can vary but it’s a usual noticeable features are the sickly-pink skin, large black wings, heterochromatic eyes,large tail, pointed sharp teeth, their appearance can be seen as demonic. Zar is actually pretty short compared to the other Chnoite’s, despite being 6’4”, the average height is about 6’8” or higher, the taller ones are usually regarded as the most powerful. Despite the setback, she was proven to be the most useful and mystical Choite’s, training to be just as powerful since they were a child. Their planet was a thriving planet until the Viltrumite empire had invaded and destroyed her home and her people when they refused to resist, they were able to fight back but nonetheless, after the attack, it left them in ruins, and Zar was urged to flee with other survivors, By this time, Zar was already old enough to be on their own. Before she had fled, she was informed of a forbidden spell book that contained knowledge of the Abyssal Nexus, that most people of her planet did not know of. At first, she was informed to destroy the spell book as the Viltrumites could not get to it first, so she kept it and fled the planet, being able to escape with a few survivors safely. Escaping to a lone planet, one night in private, she tried to use a portal dimensional spell from the spell book, but it ended up backfiring as she was not experienced. It transported her through the Universe and onto Earth.

Earth’s arrival: Cecil Stedman was able to detect the unusual energy waves associated with her arrival, and they were quick to pinpoint and arrive to the crash site. Seeing the demon passed out, the GDA deployed agents carefully contained her within the depths of the facility, and contained them in an advanced magical barrier. When she had awaken, and saw herself in the cell, their first initial reaction was to resist but their magic and energy levels were too weak from the crash and was unable to break. They had watched her closely and Cecil approached them, asking where she was from and how did she get to Earth, and she only asked where she was and why she was in a confined cell. He communicated with her, stating that it was a precaution and that if she wanted out, they would have to cooperate. Cecil had also mentioned the spell book and basically threatened to use it against them if she didn’t talk. At this point, she didn’t know his bluff and ultimately agreed to cooperate. The spell book was kept watch and studied 24/7 by other GDA agents. Cecil had also looked through the spell book.

Trust: Cecil had recognized that Zar may not be an immediate threat or danger, and he had approached them with caution, communicating his intentions and trying to understand theirs. Zar eventually informed them why and how she really came to Earth, and how the Viltrumites had destroyed their planet, and they explained that the spell book was forbidden and stolen by her so the Viltrumites couldn’t get to it first. She explained that all she wanted was to protect the remaining survivors and their planet. Cecil had proposed a new idea, that she use her abilities to help Earth in the meantime as the Viltrumites were sure to return after Nolan’s departure. She was initially hesitant, as Earth was not her planet but they couldn’t live with themselves if Earth had fallen to Viltrumite rule, and they were scared of forming an attachment to another planet and its people after seeing her planet fall. She had proposed that she would only help if he lets her out the cell and if he gives back the spell book. Cecil knew it was a huge risk, but, he had little options, considering the Guardians of the Globe were a shit show and scared that Mark was mentally unwell after Nolan, he agreed, and it was a big secret between the both of them, just so no alarms can be raised. Cecil had lied to them by hiding Mark’s true Viltrumite heritage. (But that’s something we can get into later, let’s just say, they don’t take it too well…)

Quirks(?): During her time on Earth, she learned to be around humans, and see Earth from a new perspective. It took her a few tries but she was able to shape shift into a “human” form, like their first try, it literally looked like the most uncanny appearance ever and Cecil literally begged her to switch back because of how horrifying she looked (she thought she looked fine). She eventually got the hang of it. Since gender is fluid on her planet (and also finds how humans deal with gender traditionally ridiculous) they’ll often transform into either female, male or completely androgynous. Cecil and Donald are the only humans she mostly interacts with on a daily basis, she also finds herself interacting with others, some pleasant, some unpleasant. She also took time to learn what humans liked, and they end up being a BIG fan of the NFL, because of the hard hits and brutality of the game, even wanting to play but Cecil had advised them, saying “I don’t think any team is going to want a demon playing for them.” “Why not?” She also learns to like music, having a variety music taste, and she they love various foods and aren’t as picky.

Who I based this off:

I based it off a various of characters, such as Yubel from Yu-Gi-Oh! GX (appearance wise)

A fun silly graphic on who I based them off:

#invincible #art #sketch #procreate #invincible fanart #invincible au #digital art #my oc #my oc backstory #my ocs lore #its a lot to take in i know #lore dump #i did this instead of homework #i hope you guys enjoy my oc #you guys are also welcome to draw them i would marry you on the spot if you do #my orginal characters #tv1xx oc #also may have projected a bit of myself onto them but like who DOESNT do that????

[sweetingtea]

I posted this on my Instagram story and I just thought everyone should know.

CW: suicide talk, gay talk, serious talk (I hate being /s I’d rather be /j 😒)

“OMG!! tHiNk Of ThE cHiLdReN😭😩😩”

This is starting to feel more of an excuse than a reason to hate on this specific topic. This movie HEAVILY implies SUICIDE (which, personally, I don’t think is a bad thing for the movie) and you are worried about two men kissing being too much for your kid?

This is literally:

“I can condone a person feeling like they’re just no longer an important member of society so they think the best option is to kill themself—BUT I DRAW THE LINE AT TWO BEAUTIFUL MEN EXPRESSING THEIR LOVE FOR ONE ANOTHER.”

Honestly, get over yourself if you really think like this.

You see two men being disgusting.

I see two humans loving each other.

We are not the same :)

I’m not asking for them to like the movie, everyone has their preferences, but to just move on and find something more of their style. THEY GOT A LOT OF THOSE. This movie was made specifically for people like me, like the LGBTQ+; to dig deep into our brains and to help people metaphorically understand what we go through and what others actions could result into us feeling/doing just because we choose to be what makes US happy. No need to post something like that as like a “warning”.

It’s like this: I don’t like “Never Have I Ever” (on Netflix btw!!)

It is not bad by any means! Some of the little snip-bits I see on TikTok are pretty cool and funny but when I tried to watch it, I just couldn’t get into it; not my taste. Yet, you don’t see me going around the internet warning people about it’s contents because it may have some things I don’t like or agree with or I think is stupid, doesn’t mean it’s bad, just means it’s not FOR ME.

And I moved on.

Simple as that. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Don’t try to ruin something for everyone else just because you don’t like it.

One, that’s a horrible way to live; two, you are probably not fun at parties :/

—(you can ignore this part if you want, I’m just ranting on at this point)—

Also, back to the “cHiLdReN😩” thing…

They don’t care.

Nope, don’t give a shit.

Unless you make them give a shit.

I am no parent to any child at all, but I was raised by my mutter (❤️) who let me make my own decisions, gave her opinion and left it at that with no fight whatsoever. Sometimes, she was even right when it came to my options. Even if she didn’t get it, she would always TRY to understand.

Let me give you an example:

I technically don’t care what pronouns I am called, but for legal reasons, I am a she/her female outside the internet. My mutter, who grew up with womanhood back in the day (millennials 🙄/j), was told that women should always shave their legs. So, I was too.

Me though? I ignored that part when I grew into my teenage years. I started shaving when I wanted to (which isn’t often tbh) and only when I wanted to. Not when other people thought I should, it was when I thought I should that mattered to me.

My mutter? Didn’t get it at first.

When I walked around with my leg hair out, she would start asking me when I planned on shaving; I would shrug and say, “probably soon.”

That would end up with me basically forgetting my leg hair existed. My grandma is the one who really doesn’t let that shit slide and has “threatened” to hold me down and let her do it, but I’m like: “stfu, not one gosh-diddly-darn soul asked for your fucking opinion, Susan 😐 and that’s really fucking weird”.

Honestly, after that first conversation, I was getting something from the kitchen when my mutter got out of her bed, walked up to me and asked: “Are you not shaving because you’re lazy or because you really don’t want to?”

I told her the truth, “I shave when I want to, ma.”

She takes that truth with her for the rest of her days.

My grandma still doesn’t like it; continues to remind me that people won’t accept me for it. However, I like to think my mutter has proved her wrong.

Now a days, I got my mom protecting me from it: “It’s her choice, it’s her decision, can’t you leave it at that?” She told my grandma (her mom) one day in the car. I’ve never smiled so wide. Over fucking leg hair, though, can you believe it?

My grandma still likes to complain anyway (she loves me, I swear, she’s just a tough cookie, and a boomer) but the more she does it, the more I laugh and we just move on.

Do you see what I’m getting at here?

You influence your kids.

But they are kids, they usually grow up thinking that their beloved parents are always right. They don’t know any better, until they grow up. Whether they choose to go down that path of hate you taught them or if they decide to expand their knowledge and UNDERSTAND what is going on with others heads is their choice and their choice alone. (I honestly encourage the latter, but, whatever floats the boat I guess.)

———

The Nimona movie is perfect. You don’t have to like it but it has reached into other peoples hearts, gave it a hug, saying “I understand you, you are not the only one, you are loved, you are safe with us, you are not alone.” At least give credit where credit is due. It sends out an important message for people who hate who they are to not hate who they are and to embrace the beauty within them. Show off the beauty and to never hide it just because of what others think.

Please don’t discourage others to not watch this movie.

Please, please, please, please, please, please, PLEASEEE show this to every person in the universe who needs to hear Nimona’s message. 😭🙏🏻

———

Lmao I’m done.

Holy shit, what a ride.

But, yeah, f🦆k the dude in the pic, watch Nimona 🦏💕

#nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #ambrosius x ballister #nimona ballister #nimona ambrosius #twitter #netflix nimona #netflix #i am so sorry #it was never meant to be this long #but then i got too deep in my head #my adhd decided to come out to play #and here we are #now… #enjoy some criticism from someone with awful pictures and their head up their ass :)) #because it hurt to read that tweet 😟 #ill shut up now im sorry #sweetingtea: nimona

[ferinehuntress]

◈　NAME　 ⋯ 　Panda, Panda Bear, Nessie

◈　PRONOUNS　 ⋯ 　she/her

◈　MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?　 ⋯ 　Caitlyn, Vi, Karlach, and Aylin. I only keep active muses ^^

◈　RP PET PEEVES?　 ⋯ 　Hmmm, so one would be one way roleplays. When someone doesn't help push the story along. I don't want to sit here, debating on how I can encourage some reactions or what not. So I always try to give something to reply to whether its by an action, a question, a response that can be added to, etc... I also don't like when I reply with several paragraphs and someone only gives me 1-4 sentences. I do not expect mirror reflections of my post, but I do like quality. Quality does not equal quantity, but can still give absolutely plenty with a couple of paragraphs. And lastly, not communicating. I know sometimes it can be hard, some days your mind literally has no ideas or process. or if your distracted (I know a few people have that with me right now cause I'm playing BG3 XDD) but when you just, don't communicate, how can you write with each other? Its why I always try to send out welcome messages and encouarge the first step of communication.

◈　EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS　 ⋯ 　I started roleplaying when I was 11 on a site called Avidgamers. So its been a good.....24 years ish?

◈　FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT　 ⋯ 　Hands down, Angst is my go to. I will, without a doubt, love angst. Its never too much for me, i could have a bunch of angst going and it doesn't wear me down or anything. That being said, I don't like certain kinds of angst, like person versus person (example, my character and your character getting into an arguing and hating each other, or break ups or things like that). My kind of angst tends to be two people versus a situation, or where one is trying to save the other cause they are cursed, or trapped, being tortured, etc....Angst comfort too is good. I do like smut, but I tend to like to write it with people I talk to often and we have a good dynamic between our characters. Fluff is a bit harder for me, I can't do domestic cutesy things as I tend to get a little bored after awhile.

◈　PLOTS OR MEMES　 ⋯ 　I prefer plotting, plotting helps get a dynamic down (as I do not write first meetings or encounters) so this allows me to get a development of what are muses are like together. Its also a nice little platform of security to know what is going to happen in a thread. It isn't step by step plotting, but just enough of like 'okay, tehy are going to this place, its probably going to have a fight, and this is their objective'. Really simple plotting that allows for the comfort of stability while still allowing the flexibility of a character to control teh flow of the scene. Memes I tend to use after we've done  some plotting because I understand dynamics better and I know what to write or ideas to creat.

◈　LONG OR SHORT REPLIES　 ⋯ 　I'll never give short replies. the shortest you'll get from me is about 2 paragraphs. I don't like gives just a skeleton writing and I tend not to follow people who do one liners or small less then 5 sentences writing. I'm in this for the long haul, I want stories and adventures and fun paragraph form writing.

◈　TIME TO WRITE　 ⋯ 　While I'm online almost all day, its more then likely you see me writing about 10-11pm CST. Writing at night is a lot easier then it is writing during the day. Don't know why, I'm a weird little night owl XD.

◈　ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)　 ⋯ 　I tend to write characters I associate with in some form or manner. Karlach for example, her absolute love of animals, and Caitlyn's more reclusive nature, or Vi's heart on her sleeve, and Aylin's protectiveness. I like to think I am in some way like them which allows me to bring them to life even more through this connection.

❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘　 ⋯ 　@apalestar, @c-leric, and others who said 'steal this' XD ❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆　 ⋯　@shimmerbeasts, @jynxd, @necrophcge, @never-surrender, @bubblybabins, @bakrahispul, @clara-eternal, @zaunseye, @lunarrepel, @lunawish, @lordliing, @hellscaress, @goldenfists, @governoir, @gauntlets-shot, @fereldensheroes, @dalishflame, @shldmaidns, @sanguisarcana, @starbvund, @arcanecast, @piltover-sharpshooter, @playgroundmonsters, @undercity-merc, @ruinouss, @runes-menagerie, @warwaited, and anyone else who wants to.

#[ panda speaks ] — personal games .

[marielle-heller]

GTA V Gender Bent Headcanons

I don't know why but I have been thinking SO much about fem Michael and Trevor recently. they are so beautiful and amazing to me, so I thought I'd share my thoughts on all three of the main characters as women and what they're like cause they're so <3

Michael/Michelle

goes more by M/Em than anything else

she is 🏳️‍⚧️

dark hair a bit past her shoulders, slightly wavy. she ties it back into buns and ponytails when working but she likes it down for a more casual look

I think in North Yankton she would've worn a lot of jeans and button ups, open with a tanktop underneath. you get to see some breast without it being too showy. also works as more casual wear in Los Santos

when she gets her breasts done, she goes for a c-cup

always felt like something was off with her body, but it took her a while to fully process that she wanted to look like the women she liked almost as much as she wanted to fuck them

the biological parent of both Jimmy & Tracey. she never gets bottom surgery, and hasn't started estrogen yet when she starts seeing Amanda

in Los Santos she tends to wear a similar version of Michael's default outfit, but lose the jacket. just grey pants and a white button up, with diamond earrings and a bracelet as a quiet show of wealth

radiates MILF energy!

is socially transitioning when she meets T, still working to earn enough for better clothes and breast implants. their shared identity throws them even closer as friends

simple makeup, usually just mascara and pink lipstick. wine red lipstick if she's feeling fancy

kids call her M too, short for mom and helps to distinguish from Amanda

a bit more insecure when she first meets Amanda, but she and T still go to strip clubs and when a beautiful woman offers her a dance, how can she resist?

incredibly relieved when Amanda shrugs and says M's nothing she hasn't seen before, and she still wants her

starts estrogen a bit after Jimmy's born when she starts to worry more about how she looks to people outside their family

on special occasions, she wears a long, blue dress with a deep neckline that hugs her curves and emphasizes her stomach

T comments on how stuffed into it she looks, but she secretly likes it quite a bit

T still calls her Sugar Tits and comments that the best part about M's weight gain is that they've gotten even bigger

T also definitely comments on how between M and Amanda, it’s shocking Amanda’s the one who gave birth to two kids when M’s the one who looks it

just the whole the whole “you used to be fatter, nice new tits by the way” and then instead of focusing on Jimmy it’s straight to M like “and you used to be a lot thinner… at least your tits look amazing”

the only time she's taller than T is in heels and she does try to wear them a fair bit

Trevor/Trisha

might go by Trisha but honestly likes being called Trevor too, just do not fuck up her pronouns and any name is really fine

also 🏳️‍⚧️

a lot of people refer to her solely as T Philips which leads to a lot of people making a lot of very incorrect assumptions about the gender of the person behind all these drugs

doesn't get any sort of breast implants, preferring to stick with the flat chested look

her hair isn't receding quite as badly but it is forming a definite widow's peak. it just brushes her shoulders because anything beyond that starts to annoy her

unsure about her preference on bottom surgery... she probably just skips it altogether, and she definitely refers to having a dick as a way to make straight men uncomfortable

lived in denial of her feelings for a long time, though she always enjoyed playing with her mother's dresses as a kid. finally she realizes that while her body itself isn't so bad, she needs new gender presentation

definitely jealous of Amanda because M if you're going to be a lesbian, T is right here!!!

T herself is definitely some variant of bi/pan/unlabeled

her daily wear is fairly similar to Trevor's in game. a stained, white t and jeans with combat boots are an easy go-to. she likes tanks and cut-offs when it's really hot out

dresses are obviously a huge yes but typically only for certain moods. she has a red, knee-length body hugging dress for her fancier moments

some of her boots do have the slightest heel (thinking of how Doc Martens are) but she could never walk in high heels like M does

Wade and Ron are definitely both in awe of her beauty but too scared of her to really do anything

probably awakens a lot of people to a lot of feelings with a combination of fear and horniness

Trevor already cuffs his jeans and wears combat boots in the game but I just need to point out how queer that is!!!

her ears are pierced--including a DIY helix she's lucky isn't infected--and she wears little kitschy things she picks up from wherever

when she can be fucked to, I think she’d enjoy doing eyeshadow and lipstick. it’s usually incredibly messy cause she often fucks it up in her daily tasks, and she usually gives up on doing a very good job when it starts taking longer than a few minutes

technically Auntie T now but I think she kinda likes Mama T? she especially calls herself that to F after deciding she and M are her new moms

Franklin/Frankie

doesn't mind being called Frank for short, but real ones do call her Frankie

do I even need to say it? 🏳️‍⚧️

and I mean… M, T, F… it was right there

she has a very short afro

has probably physically transitioned the most

her breasts are on the smaller side and she often hides them under her outfits

never wears dresses. very tomboy-ish

has an affinity for suits, and loves a full three-piece in bright colours or fabrics. definitely her biggest splurge when she starts getting money

also a fairly big sneaker head, matches them to her outfits

her casual wear tends to be oversized tops and jeans, though there's a clear sense of fashion there, rather than just trying to hide

that green letterman Franklin has.... she throws that over a lot of tops

when she does wear more tanks or short sleeves, her arms are incredibly well-muscled

wears a simple gold chain and gold hoops

Lamar supports her through her transition. he hypes her UP but ultimately they’re just friends

realizes her identity after meeting some butches towards the end of high school and feeling a sort of draw to them that she's never felt in anything. the more she understands being masculine in a feminine sort of way rather than just being masculine as a man, the more right it feels

chapstick queen

sometimes paints her nails green. Lamar helps

idk I think Lamar probably still roasts her out of annoyance at not getting invited in, but I think her pure butch swag helps her to avoid the yee-yee ass haircut comment. call her what you want but her hair is already perfect, leave her be

is trying to get some bitches on her and trust me there are women in the neighbourhood lusting, but the stars have not yet aligned

while T and M are her queer moms and offer some wisdom, I think she's actually the most up-to-date on like... current queer lingo and goings on in the community? there's a 95% chance one or both of the others kinda lost the plot after transsexual and just use that

#don't mind me #gta v #grand theft auto five #michael de santa #trevor philips #franklin clinton #wish i had more #feel like franklin's just ends but that's kinda it

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hello! writer here

I am working on writing a nonbinary/genderfluid character for my fic, but I haven’t met many except for online, and I’m cis. I’ve read one book series with a genderfluid character, which is Magnus Chase and the gods of Asgard, with Alex Fierro, who prefers she/her, and occasionally just tells the people she’s with use he/him pronouns for me now. And the owl house with Raine Whispers, who is nonbinary. But I know it isn’t like this for everyone, from venting posts, and I want my character to be nonbinary as well, so they would be in a gray area, I would assume? I’ve been trying to do research, haven’t found much. Does it just depends on the person? Their gender identity is very important in my story, and I wanted to portray it accurately as I can. They’re one of the main characters and struggle with their gender a lot, bc they don’t really know what they want to be called, have tons trauma. I just don’t really know how to write gender struggles and dysphoria well and bc of that I can’t continue the wip. I just wanted a bit of guidance, since I know you use she/they and let close friends use he/him as well (from your pronoun card thing). You probably won’t be able to advise me on my character with reading the wip and I wouldn’t want to subject anyone to that just yet, but some info on dysphoria and gender struggles would be appreciated! Ik you’re not the expert on everyone’s gender, but you seemed most approachable, and give off such, nice older sibling vibes I felt most comfortable asking you. Long ask, sorry. Love you Cas!

Hi love!

So, this is kind of a hard question because every nonbinary person (and every trans person) can experience gender, pronouns, identity, dysphoria, etc. SO differently. It's hard to generalize, you know? But if you'd like, I'm more than willing to share my personal experiences? Send me another message and let me know what questions you'd like answered and I can answer from my POV. You're also welcome to DM me. I'm sorry not to have a straight (ha!) answer, but it's hard because it's not that simple.

Have a wonderful day! <3

#ask #asks #ask cas

[violettduchess]

Hi! Your Bi MC fic was so beautiful!!! May I request a fanfic of an AFAB mc coming out as a transgender man? Like the mc gathers all the residents into one room and tries to explain stuff like preferred names and pronouns to everyone, not everyone understands it but they can tell how important this is to MC so they are supportive of him and ask him lots of questions to better understand him

A/N: I wanted to save this fic for the beginning of Trans Awareness Week, which this year is from Nov. 13-19. You can find out more here.

I also wanted to make sure I did this justice, so I sent it to a former student who is a beautiful trans woman. She proofread it for me and gave her stamp of approval.

Ikemen Vamp x trans man mc

Word Count: 1264

You stand in the mirror, drawing in a deep breath. Your fingers run down the front of your vest, the soft navy blue wool, the shiny gold buttons. You reach down, double-checking the gold cufflinks at the end of your smart, stiffly-starched white shirt. From the top of your newly-shorn hair to the tips of your shiny black dress shoes, you look in the mirror and see yourself the way you have always imagined. The you that was hidden, small and afraid in the corners of your heart, until you passed through a doorway across time and proved yourself capable of a bravery you did not know you possessed. A mansion full of genius vampires didn’t phase you and it was then you realized it was time to face the world. Literally show it your face. Your true face. And you would start with the men who welcomed you.

You inhale once more. Exhale. Your heart is pounding in your ears and you wonder if it will burst through the bindings and ruin your new suit. Pressing a hand against it, you tell yourself that no matter what happens, you will be ok. One final check in the mirror and then you turn, long legs taking you out of your bedroom, down the hallway, and through the double doors into the dining room where you had asked the residents to meet you.

Eleven heads turn when those wooden doors open. A lump of nervousness like a spiked ball has lodged itself firmly in your throat. Somehow you managed to take another few steps forward, closing the doors behind you. Your hands are trembling so you shove them into your pants pockets. Their faces seem to blur in the haze of your anxiety, but you do catch Arthur’s brilliant blue eyes alight with curiosity, his head tilted to one side. Theo’s expression is serious, almost dour, as usual. Vincent leans forward, resting his arms on the table as he regards you, brows raised, open interest painted across his face like a ray of sunshine. Jean looks confused, leaning toward Napoleon. You know he is speaking because you see his lips moving and Napoleon shaking his head.

It is Comte, leaning against the cabinet that holds all the fine China, cup of tea in hand, who speaks first. 

“Good evening. You wished to speak with us?” His expression is calm, placid as a lake in summer, but his eyes are bright when they meet yours. It feels like a lifeline in a gathering storm.

“I did. I have something to say and I thank you all for gathering here, ready to listen.” You draw another breath, feeling faintly ill. Isaac’s intelligent gaze is running over you, making you nervous. Is he making a categorized list of all the changes he notices? Your lips part and nothing comes out. 

Leonardo moves from where he is leaning against the wall. Cigarillo in hand, he casually blows out a thin plume of smoke as he heads to one of the empty chairs, lowering himself into it with all the grace of a large feline, his golden eyes meeting your gaze.

“Go on, amico mio.” His words are few and soft-spoken. But they hit your ears as loudly as a clap of thunder. Not cara mia. Amico mio. My friend. My male friend. Your heart feels like it might explode with gratitude at the simple gesture and you know he sees it in your face because he offers you a smile before taking another drag on his cigarette.

Courage floods your veins, tempering the burning pain of anxiety. It isn’t quite gone, but it feels....manageable.  You square your shoulders and begin again.

“Good evening. I’d like to introduce myself.” 

And from there it’s easy. The words pour from your lips like water, clear and bright and unhindered. You explain your name. What you have chosen and why. You explain the concept of deadnaming. You shower them with information about pronouns and their importance. You bathe them in the soft warmth of your truth. You show them the very fabric of your soul with shaking hands. As your voice fills the room, there is quiet. Every single vampire in the room is still, is listening. You tell yourself not to worry about those with furrowed brows or confusion their eyes. You will do what you can to help them understand.

You don’t know how long you speak, but judging by the dryness of your throat it is a while. And when the words finally trickle to an end, you feel the release of the adrenaline that fueled you. Your body has given all that it can. The rest in now in their hands.

“.....Are there…..any questions?”

Dazai has been watching you with eyes golden as the sun’s first rays in summer. He stands, reaching for a glass and pours cold water from the pitcher into it. Then he crosses the room, holding it out to you. Gratitude floods you yet again as you take it, as you see the smile on his lips, the nod of his head. As he addresses you with your name. And the added -kun on the end makes your heart soar.

Vincent speaks first. “So…..you have always felt this way?” The ice cracks. There is a soft murmur as you walk to the dining room table and settle yourself into one of the chairs, glass of water firmly in your grip.

“Yes.” 

What follows are questions. A cavalcade of them. Some of the residents have trouble understanding how gender and biology are two separate concepts. Others are worried they will have trouble with pronouns. Some are worried for other reasons. This is Paris in the 19th century. They fear for your safety if you leave the mansion. Others swear to protect you when you do. Arthur seems more interested in where you got your gorgeous tailored suit and would like you to take him shopping. This makes you laugh. 

As you speak, as you answer the questions they ask, you feel how they are trying, how they want to support you in any way you can. How they want to understand. Some like Dazai and Comte and Leonardo, the golden-eyed trio, are quicker to accept. You wonder if they have met others like you before. Some part of you, deep in the marrow of your bones, knows they have. Some have a harder time. Theo, Isaac. Their expressions are sharper, less relaxed. But not once do they make you feel anything other than acknowledged. They see you. They really see you.

The hours slide by until the residents, one by one, leave to attend their nightly business. Soon only Comte remains. He sets his long-empty teacup onto the table, splaying his elegant hands across the polished wood.

“The hour is late and you have given everyone much to think on.”

You push your chair back, nodding. Now all you feel is a satisfied sort of exhaustion, like one might feel after a long hike through the mountains or a long swim in the ocean. 

“Comte?”

Le Comte de St. Germain looks up, his features bathed in soft candlelight. He looks timeless, ageless, eternity formed in flesh and bone.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

Those words don’t feel like enough to convey how you feel but he smiles all the time, slow and beautiful and soft with affection. “Bonne nuit, mon ami. Fais de beaux rêves.” Good night, my friend. Sweet dreams.

“I can’t begin to express how remarkable it feels to finally love who I am enough to pursue my authentic self.” -Elliot Page

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[lumintaru]

𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄. 𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝟏𝟎/𝟏𝟕/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

𝐈𝐓  𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒  𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇  𝐒𝐔𝐍  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍  ━━━  【  independent ,  canon compliant ,  semi selective ,  preferred mutual ,  varying activity  𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄  /  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑  from  Genshin  Impact  roleplay  blog.  crossovers ,  ocs , duplicates ,  multimuses  welcome. 〃  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒  𝐀𝐆𝐎  。 。 。 her  only  kin  was  ripped  from  his  place  beside  her.  she  seeks  for  nothing  more  than  to  reunite  with  him ,  but  it  is  clear  teyvat  has  other  plans  for  her.  some  curse  her  for  the  brashness  that  overcomes  all  else  when  she  senses  someone  in  need.  others  extol  her  unique  willingness  to  endure  such  conflicts  to  procure  the  safety  of  a  nation.  and  yet ,  she  still  carries  the  same  eyes  which  reflect  all  she  sees  in  a  hue  of  topaz.  alongside  the  same  heart ,  each  beat  thrumming  in  her  chest  with  golden  earnest.  despite  the  otherworldly  aura  that  envelops  around  the  traveler ,  a  simple-minded  ―  and  rather  human  ―  nature  does  not  escape  her.  〃  I  look  forward  to  meeting  you  all  ✧  】 ━━━ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ~ lumine's backstory has your typical protagonist angst, but topics of dissociation and separation will surface. nsfw may appear on this blog, but it will be minimal. anything i consider triggering to a general audience will be tagged universally with "trigger warning", no fancy symbols! just simply block that tag for your convenience. i personally do not have any triggers. any drama or callouts will most likely not appear at all on this blog.

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 ~ if you are a genshin roleplay blog then 99% of the time chances are i will follow you back. i welcome personal, multifandom, multimuse, multiverse, crossover, duplicate, and oc blogs. i am very open to chatting so there is no need to be shy about sending asks or messages to me. all that i request is that you don't interact with me if you have the intention to be problematic or hurtful because i don't have the patience truthfully.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 ~ this blog is low activity and friday-sunday is when i will be able to properly write replies to any roleplays. on weekdays i will be active but mostly just stalking my dash on mobile. expected time frames for a response could be from a day to a week or more. if you don't see anything from me for a while, or i just seem to have forgotten, please don't be scared to give me a reminder! i am always grateful for the help! my reply speed is not an indication of me lacking interest in our interaction! if we are mutuals then i want to write with you sometime in the future!

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ~ of course!! i love shipping and the comfort it can bring, no matter the relationship. i enjoy many rarepairs and not-so-rarepairs, so i don't really see myself declining any invitations with lumine. i am fine with developing a ship through discussions in dms, or just having the development happen and going with whatever feels right. if our muses have no chemistry or canon interactions it is okay!

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐍 ~ hello call me chae! i am 18+ and use she/her pronouns, i am majoring in chemical engineering. this is my first roleplay blog on tumblr (help), but i have played lumine before. i started genshin in 1.0, but i have not played past the liyue archon quest. i began legitimately roleplaying in 2020, but i have never had any trouble when it comes to both creating and consuming literature. on a good day -- when i am not braindead -- i enjoy writing novella/literate responses. other days i have to bang my skull on the wall a couple of times to get down a sentence. either way i tend to mirror responses. if my formatting is an issue for you then please let me know so that i can make accomodations! i am a huge nerd and i love making friends. :)

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃!

#📌 pinned 。

[lucysweatslove]

I got my new car today!!! I haven’t actually driven it yet. Because new things are scary for me and it takes me a little while to get used to something like driving a new car, I wanted to drive it around my parents’ a little before going in a busy road. Rob said it has “responsive break” and i wanna get that “feel” down before I’m in heavy traffic. I like it though and am very grateful and excited!!

Being at my parents’ hasn’t been too triggering this time around. Usually there are some kind of comments about my body or what I’m eating, but we have such a short turn around this year that thankfully it hasn’t been too bad…

Did have to listen to my mom talk about this guy who has multiple myeloma (my mom has a precursor to MM) and apparently is in “full remission” using an antiviral but it came back because he got the covid vaccine…. Tried to explain why that’s probably not true actually but you know… I think she just desperately wants there to be simple/easier answers to the cancer she might develop, which I get, but I also feel like this is how misinformation takes roots.

(We don’t have a perfect system here in the US by far, but we aren’t lagging behind in the cancer treatment realm…. If antivirals worked to cure MM, there would be research on it… and people would do it… contrary to popular belief, Big Pharma isn’t pushing ineffective expensive drugs to steal your money and keep you sick…drugs are ridiculously expensive, but it’s not malicious… insurance companies are far more malicious for refusing coverage than the pharma companies imo)

Also listening to some people talk about pot shop workers (specifically managerial roles) not deserving to be paid a certain amount, all the gender critical bs, like yall, I don’t like government regulations in general and I have my views on how we attempt legislating morality and why it doesn’t work, but like…… when you use that argument to justify why people who “don’t have any education and just know drugs” (not a real quote just a paraphase) don’t deserve to be paid a certain amount, AND you don’t use it to say that like, gov shouldn’t restrict access to health care like abortions and gender affirming care… that’s not “government shouldn’t legislate morality,” that’s “government should legislate the morality I agree with” which is… the same thing you’re complaining about the “other side” doing.

Especially the gender stuff. It takes very little actual energy to use somebody’s preferred, correct pronouns. Affirming care literally saves lives. When you spend a lot of energy and time lobbying against these things, it really just tells me how uncomfortable you are with the idea that somebody could have a different life experience than you. The only person who should be spending that much time and energy caring about those things… should be the person themselves. Partners or family ofc should care too, but in a “how do we support this person so they can live a fulfilling life” way, not in a “i can’t handle anybody having a different lived experience than me” kind of way.

And also if you’re gonna complain about federal spending and budgets, can you at least acknowledge the ridiculous defense budget? Even if your viewpoint is “I don’t know how we can realistically and safely scale that back,” just like… recognize how little the government actually spends on programs like VA health care in relation to the massive defense budget. We rank third in the world for per capita military spending… I’m not saying you need answers on how to solve anything, but if you’re gonna criticize the drops in the bucket, acknowledging that they are in fact drops in the bucket comparatively would be nice.

#political bs sorry #I’m grateful for my parents in so many ways #but it would be great if they could acknowledge their own biases #and also look at the actual data #like no you don’t care about the trans persons health #because if you did you’d realize that gender affirming care and BEING A KIND HUMAN is the most life sustaining thing you can do #lord forbid they ever find out I like neutral pronouns and hate the concept of gender all together #also like yeah a pot shop manager might not have advanced degrees #but that doesn’t mean they don’t deserve the same pay as managers in other retail fields??? #so much work these days actually doesn’t require higher Ed #and not pursuing higher Ed doesn’t mean you’re incapable or contributing less to society #it’s giving ‘burger flippers dont deserve more than minimum wage because I don’t actually see them as valuable people’ #call me radical but I’d like to see people who work full time regardless of industry be able to afford to live #I’m not saying push legislature through to ensure everybody is making enough to buy a 4 bed house in their own #just like maybe don’t talk about pot shop workers with disgust and vitriol #like the TONE man it’s the TONE

[twst-drabbles]

I dislike the immediate assumption that the reader insert is Female and this goes for all sorts of media that have their mc as ambiguous. I have seen people completely disregard and harrass others because their mc-insert doesn't their own idea of who the mc is (which is usually female).

It's none of their business what other people do with their insert. Really, it's as simple as leaving things well enough alone. One can be angry and frustrated but express that to one's self, either in the pillow or the bathroom. Don't care for the justification or the long reaches they'll do to prove that they're right, keep that to the little bubble.

Happens in Arknights as well with many people assuming the Doctor has to be male, cause all the biggest gacha's have the main character be male by default. I remember trying to get into Alchemy Stars cause I liked the characters designs and the gameplay seems serviceable. Got to name my chara and all that. And then the character was referred to with he/him pronouns and I bounced. If I get to name the character, then you better make fucking sure this character isn't referred to with he/him or she/her.

Arknights doesn't do that. The Doctor is only ever referred to with they/them and I love it. So to see these far reaches to justify that this doctor is, in fact, male is just, sad. Hell, even the anime it got made the doctor ambiguous and people were trying to see if the doctor was male or female, automatically ruling out the option of non-binary. You can only be one or the other, not anything else.

"Prefect has to be female, Prefect has to be male!" How about we leave it the fuck alone cause it really doesn't matter??

"They're in a boys school, they have to be male!" Well Prefect doesn't have a speck of magic in them and yet they were called by the mirror anyway, so why does the Prefect have to follow that specific gender rule like it's somehow more important than the magic rule?

"They have to be female cause this game was obviously made with girls in mind!" It is a common troupe, the whole girl in a boys school kind of thing but then the Prefect would be referred to with she/her pronouns rather than the ambiguous ones we get. Not much of a leg to stand on.

Preferences are fine. You can write exclusively for female readers or male readers, the problem comes with assuming that what you have in your head is actually fact cause you know the minds of the creators somehow. Once again, scream into your pillow when those irrational feelings arise. I promise you, you will get used to it eventually. That knee jerk reaction to "correct" will fade out.

#admin