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obsolescent · 10 months

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Pride

Summary: A thunderstorm ruins your plans of attending Pride with your girlfriend, Jill. But that doesn’t mean you still can’t have your own Pride at home.

Author’s Note: Happy Pride month everyone. This is my first time writing smut, hope you enjoy it.

Content Warnings: Begging, gender neutral terms used for reader, nipple play, P in V sex, squirting, use of sex toys, unprotected sex.

Pairing: trans!Jill Valentine x agender!Reader

Tags: @emilzke, @xxacademy, thank y’all for your help navigating this place, I appreciate it.

Word Count: 2,314

“Oh, damn!” A clap of lightning followed by a rumble of thunder resonated throughout the house. “The forecast didn’t call for rain today, I guess it had other plans.” Jill said, walking up beside you to peer out of the window to the approaching thunderstorm. “Heavens to Betsy…There goes our plans for today.” You exclaim, causing Jill to let out a laugh. “You and your phrases,” Jill says, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “Sorry, just a bit disappointed, I really wanted to go to Pride with you,” You let out a frustrated sigh and Jill tightens her grip on you. Having her home was few and far between with her job always lurking around the corner, something new popping up that had her gone for sometimes weeks to months.

“Hey, it won’t be so bad, let’s throw our own pride festival here, at home!” Jill said, pecking you on the nose and grabbing your hand, pulling you towards the kitchen. “If it ain’t too much trouble, what do you have in mind?” You asked, intrigued. “Well, for starters, we can make some pride themed food, dress up in what we were going to wear to the festival, play some games, and watch some LGBT movies?” She proposed, glancing back at you. “That sounds like a lot of fun! Thank you, honey, you always know how to make a situation better.” you responded, smiling.

So you spent the day with Jill making the most of pride at home, baking cupcakes with sprinkles inside and out, some with different pride flags iced on top. You dressed in some comfortable clothing with your Agender pin attached to your top, with Jill sporting her transgender colored tie-dyed tank top and some high-waisted blue shorts. Pulling out some games, you sit and play rounds of Monopoly and 31 While snacking on the treats. “Ugh, how are you so good at these games,” You mutter, losing, once again, for the fourth time in a row. “It’s just luck!” Jill exclaims, taking the cards back from you and shuffling them once more. “How about we watch some of those movies now?” You asked, “Tired of getting your ass handed to you?” Jill replied. “Oh, hush your mouth!” You guffawed, standing up and putting the board game back into its box and proper place on the shelf, before making your way to the couch.

Jill stands up as well, walking towards the couch and plopping down beside you, putting an arm around your shoulder. She begins to scroll through the applications, navigating to the LGBT category. “Anything in particular catching your eye?” She asks, slowly flipping through the options. You ain’t paying much attention, too busy staring at her profile. Her short brown hair tucked behind her ear, beautiful blue eyes with a sparkle always in them, full lips formed into a slight smile. As the years progressed between you two, she began to become more comfortable with touch, from hardly holding hands, to now, always touching you in some way. Watching her become relaxed and feeling safe around you filled you with warmth. You knew it was hard to be open with what little details you had of her job, but being with Jill has truly been some of the best times you’ve had. Her cheerful demeanor, always willing to give a helping hand, a truly selfless person that you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life with.

“You sure you want to watch some movies, or just me?” You’re snapped back to the present with Jill staring at you, grinning. “Oh, good Lord!” You exclaim, blushing and looking away. She laughs, kissing your head, “So cute, always so easy to fluster,” She chuckles. “What were you thinking about anyways?” She asks, causing your blush to deepen moreso. “Well, just about me and you, is all.” You respond, fiddling with the hem of your top. “Oh? Like what?” She presses, leaning closer to you. “Uh, well, just appreciatin’ you, thinking of how special you are to me...” You trail off. If your face could get redder, it would light on fire. “Huh, is that so?” She replies back, the arm around your shoulder slowly moving down your back, grasping your waist and pulling you closer to her. “Look at me, baby.” You lift your head up to look at her, unable to make eye contact, you pin your gaze to her exposed ear. “All the way now,” she says, cupping her hand around your jaw and directing your stare to her eyes. “So shy, love that about you. So easy to make you red in the face. You sure that’s all you were thinking about?” She asks, rubbing her thumb across your cheek. “Y-yeah it was,” You reply back, stuttering some.

“A shame, though, thought you may have been thinking about…Other activities we could participate in for our at-home Pride fest.” She muses, smirking. “I mean, w-we definitely could if you wanted to?” You squeak out, knowing what she was referring to. “I want to hear you say it.” She replies, “Come on, I know you can do it.” God. You take a deep breath and exhale, “Maybewecouldhavesex?” You say in one breath. She laughs, patting your cheek. “Alright, good enough.” She stands, picking you up with a squeal and wrapping your legs around her waist. “So easy to rile you up,” She snickers, burying her face into your neck and kissing there. “Ah, well, I ain’t like this to everyone, You know,” you reply back, tilting your head to the side for better access. “I know, just for me, baby.” She hums, beginning to walk towards your bedroom.

Entering and setting you down atop the bed, Jill bends down and captures your lips. Grabbing both sides of your face and titling your head back for better access, tugging on your hair, a sign she wants you to open your mouth. You comply, letting your tongues glide and twirl with each other. As you kiss, your hands explore each other’s bodies, light grazes across dips and curves. Pulling away, Jill removes her top and bra, revealing her breasts. You reach out to trace her chest, finger circling before flicking her nipples, hardening them. Moaning, Jill says, “Baby’s so shy but also such a tease, huh?” You giggle, responding, “Not teasing, just like hearing your noises, seeing your reactions.” Jill smirks at you, coming closer and beginning to disrobe you. “Well, I think it’s time I get to hear some of your sounds, baby.” Clothes now fully removed from your body, Jill lays you back against the bed, staring down at you. “You’re marvelous,” She whispers, trailing kisses down your face, neck, over the scars on your chest, before cupping and fondling the remaining tissue. Slipping a nipple into her mouth and sucking, you arch your back and whine. “Feel good? Know how sensitive your nipples are, bet I can get you to cum just from fondling them, Couldn’t I?” She teases, taking her finger to the other nipple and rubbing it back and forth. “God…Please, give me more.” You beg, running your fingers through her short hair.

“Beg some more for me, and I’ll let you know,” She laughs at your groaning, throwing your head back into the pillows. She continues her ministrations, switching her finger and mouth between each nipple, lighting tugging on each with her teeth. Your hole clenching around nothing, gushing. “Fuck, please please just, God, give me more, please, I’ll do whatever you want!” You wail, clenched hands gripping the sheets as frustrated tears escape your eyes. “What I want, baby, is for you to keep begging, just like that.” Jill mutters against your chest, never ceasing her attention from your sensitive buds. “Fuck!” you cry out, reaching down to palm her stiff cock straining against her shorts. “Please Jill, need you so bad, need your cock in me now,” rocking your hips up against her thigh. “Oh, Goddamn..” She moans, bucking her hips against your hand. “No, not yet. Hands off, back at your sides.” she says, grabbing your hip to still you. Keening, you grip the bed sheets again. “If you don’t behave, I can keep this up for hours,” Jill responds, gliding her hand from your hips and lightly brushing over your bottom growth. “GOD no please, I’ll behave, just need you so bad, baby…” You whimper, tears staining your cheeks. “I know, just be good for a bit longer, love playing with you,” Coming up to whisper against your lips before enveloping you in a passionate kiss.

Tongues clashing, rubbing against one another in a sloppy manner that has saliva running down your chins. Jill’s hand gliding down your body, squeezing and pinching along the way. She leans over, rummaging in the night stand’s drawer before retrieving a vibrator. Without turning it on, she runs it down your body slowly, following the path her hand had just taken. “My needy little thing, you want this so bad, huh?” Jill says mockingly, lightly shaking the vibrator side to side. “I can’t take anymore, Jill. Please, I’ve been so good!” You cry, nodding your head. Suddenly, Jill grabs your legs and lifts them to her shoulders while simultaneously turning the vibrator on and pressing it against you. Squealing at the sudden change of position and sensation. “Good baby, keep making those noises for me,” She says, kissing at your thighs as she moves the vibrator in slow circles, then up and down your cunt.

She inserts two fingers, already prepared by how wet you’ve become, your praises a chorus of endless “yes yes yes” “please don’t stop” and “fuck me please”. Jill takes her fingers and vibrator away and turns it off, leaving you wailing at the loss of sensation. “Don’t worry, It’ll all be back soon,” She says, quickly discarding her shorts and underwear. Picking your legs up and resuming the position they were at before, she taps her cock against your opening, chuckling, “Gotta knock before entering,” “Oh my LORD if you don’t fuck me right–” Your words are cut off by her sinking into you while reapplying the vibrator to your growth, turning it on to the highest setting. Shrieking, all you can do is hold onto her shoulders while she pumps into your heat.

“Oh FUCK baby, you feel amazing,” She groans, watching your fucked out expression on your face. “Must be feeling real good for you too, baby? Wanna hear you scream.” You obliged, no longer holding back any sounds that escape your mouth. “Don’t stop please Jill keep fucking me please, you feel so so good I need you so bad just keep giving me your cock!” You yell, the lightning and thunder outside doing little to drown out both of your noises. Jill’s thrusting matching to the way she’s rubbing the vibrator across your engorged bundle of nerves has you reeling, wishing to forever be in this moment with her. At one powerful thrust and jolt of the vibrations has you seeing Heaven, a spurt of liquid shooting out of your cunt onto Jill’s abdomen. “Fuck baby, keep squiritng for me. Right there, yeah?” Jill moans, picking up on the exact location. Tensing up, keening as spurt after spurt leaves you. “Oh, oh God I’m close, please can I cum?” You whimper, gripping Jill’s shoulders tighter. “Of course baby, cum all over my cock.” Jill says, bending down and ensnaring you into a kiss.

Your orgasm washes through your body like a coursing river, weeping and shouting Jill’s name over and over again. Your hole clenching so tightly around Jill as she continues to thrust, prolonging your finish. Groaning, Jill’s movements begin to falter. “Oh fuck I’m about to cum, gonna fill you up, huh?” She continues to keep the vibrator against you, quickly building to another release. “Please please cum in me, need you inside me so bad, give it all to me!” You yell, another orgasm leaving you limp against the bed. Jill lets out a long moan before slamming her hips flush against you, finishing deep in you. You both stay like that, panting, recovering from your earth shattering orgasms. Hovering over you, she brushes some of your hair out of your face. “God baby, you did so good. You okay? Hurting anywhere?” She asks, petting your face. “No, I’m okay. I feel amazing,” You reply hoarsley, having strained your voice from all the belting you were doing.

Laughing, Jill answers, “Good, that’s what I wanted to hear.” She pulls out of you, watching her cum spill out of you onto the sheets, admiring how fucked out of it you are. She gets up off the bed and retrieves a wet cloth, cleaning you up, leaving kisses wherever the rag touches. Finishing, she tosses the cloth into the clothes hamper, before settling down beside you. You roll over onto your side and throw your legs over hers, burying your face into her chest. Kissing the top of your head, she begins to snicker. “What’s so funny?” You ask, voice muffled from your position. “Glad we could go out with a bang this year for Pride.” She responds, laughing. “Oh my God.” You exclaim, raising your head to meet her gaze. “That’s…so corny.” You giggle, while she pulls you closer, still chuckling. You soon fall into a comfortable silence, laying in each other’s arms while the rain beats down upon the roof. “I love you, so much,” Jill suddenly whispers, kissing the top of your head. “I love you too, darlin’, so very much,” you reply back, reaching up to caress her face. You’re met with the brightest smile you’ve seen on someone before. You smile back, leaning up to capture her lips in another kiss, while the rain lulls you two into a peaceful sleep.

#why the FUCK did the tags not add #anyways #o fics #resident evil #jill valentine #x reader #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine smut #jill x reader smut #resident evil jill #jill x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #trans jill valentine #agender reader #gender neutral insert #gender neutral fanfic #resident evil fic #resident evil fanfiction

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finnzhal · 10 months

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FINN's & INFORMATION

⡱ RULES

Requests are open ! although , I' ll only pick the ones that catches my eye . .

Please make your requests specific , be specific as much as you can .

I write for MALE , GENDER NEUTRAL / AGENDER , and NON-BINARY readers . Do not ask why I don' t write for Female readers but yes , they can interact to my Gender neutral !

I can write for original characters , self - inserts , Y / N

If you' re gonna request for a OC x CANON , Please give me a link of your OC 's informations or be specific about your OC .

Dark and Mature themes are always welcome !

I can write for characters that aren 't in the fandoms i write for , IF you give me the information link of the character or specify

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⡱ INBOX , REQUESTS

Maximum of 4 characters per request

GN!readers default unless gender is specified

I have the right to ignore some requests if I don' t feel like writing the character

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⡱ I DO WRITE

Headcanons

One - shot

Drabble

Crossover

Fluff

Angst

Slight suggestive

Alternative universe / AU

Platonic / Romantic Relationships

Recently added : Yandere

Recently added : NSFW (MINIMAL)

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PEDOPHILIA, CHILD CODED, INCESTUOUS

Homophobia , Transphobia , Racism , Sexism , etc.

AGED UP

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ANIME

Haikyuu !

Boku no hero academia

Jujutsu Kaisen

Blue lock

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Obey me !

Twisted Wonderland

Identity V

Genshin impact

Project Sekai

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Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Creepypasta

FNAF

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Ensemble stars

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lesboygamzee · 1 year

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in depth gender headcanons kids edition yay

june - trans woman but her gender feels very loose and changing like the breeze #THEMEING . realises in her forties , comes out gradually from then . goes on hrt and just expects anyone she doesnt directly tell to Figure It Out . gender realisation was partly affected by vriska i GUESS but mostly jade and kanaya . june is besties with kanaya this is true in my heart . says she used to be a man and calls herself a transsexual

dave/dana - agender trans woman . Girl in a very general way her gender is just kinda there abstractly . realises in their twenties but takes forever to come out and rose is probably the first to know because dave referred to themself as a girl by accident and rose was like Okay. and then everything was normal . definitely presents femininely in a . lazier way if that makes sense ? girlie is rocking the hoodie and long skirt . still wears suits for no reason sometimes . futch trans fagdyke

jade - trans girl that gets some Very Slight Gender Fuckery when godtiering . not in the way that shes more of a boy but now that shes a doggirl that is actually a stable part of her identity . has always known she was a girl and grandpa harley raised her as such because of her dreamself

jane - transmasc butch manlesbian . the lesbian part is IMPORTANT . realises hes a lesbian in his late teens - early adulthood , realises hes transmasc in his thirties . identified as butch and went by he/she awhile before then but eventually realised he was trans and started going exclusively by he/him for a bit . felt like identifying as transhet for awhile but is too attached to the lesbian label and calls himself a man lesbian instead

dirk - trans guy . chose to be a boy as a kid and was relatively normal from then . got really discourse poisoned at 13 but he gets better hes ok . goes on hrt and tries to get top surgery but by this point hes godtiered and his tits keep growing back ( there is a workaround to this by trying to ' re form ' your body ( hard to explain nobody understands my genius ) but he stops caring and is just like ok tits awesome )

jake/lara - transfem . always kind of knew just ignored it . isolates themself from everyone for like a year one day and when they come back theyre a girl and nobody questions it theyre just like cool jake is a girl now . incredibly weird relationship with gender but rocks every dress theyve worn and thats all that matters

#jeggbert #june egbert #dave strider #dana strider #jade harley #jane crocker #dirk strider #jake english #headcanons #let the bard speak

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doodlesartpile · 11 months

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Ive been wanting to draw for myself a lot more, so I decided to set myself a drawing challenge for Pride Month!!!

I’m sharing this challenge in case anybody else would like to jump in. The goal is to (roughly) use the colors of each flag to create an artwork for each day. Slight variations in color are allowed, but keep the spirit of the flag. I added a prompt to each day as well but that is completely optional. Otherwise, there are no other rules! If you decide to join tag your work with #PalettesofPride2023

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Palletes of Pride 2023

*Make a drawing using only the colors of each day’s flag. (At least approximately)

*The additional Prompts are optional

*Tag your work with #PalettesofPride2023

1. Freebie! - 9-Stripe 2. Pond - Polysexual 3. Cave - Aromantic 4. Cafè - Lesbian 5. Garden - Genderqueer 6. City - Demigender 7. Bar - Genderfluid 8. Campfire - Bear 9. Arcade - Pansexual 10. Mountain - Asexual 11. Bakery - Transgender 12. Market - Bisexual 13. Ocean - Gay 14. Concert - Non-Binary 15. Cinema - Leather 16. Theme Park - Intersex 17. Museum - Agender 18. Bowling Alley - Polyamory 19. Beach - Genderflux 20. Carnival - Ally 21. Spa - Bigender 22. Library - Graysexual 23. Forest - Demiromantic 24. Mall - Omnigender 25. Sweets - Abrosexual 26. Graveyard - Demisexual 27. Cookout - Rubber 28. Ice Cream - Pangender 29. Aquarium - Omnisexual 30. Parade! - Progress

#PalettesofPride #PalettesofPride2023 #Drawing Challenge #Pride #Pride Month #Art Challenge

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fiendtheanonymous · 4 months

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8, 14, 18 for the salty ask list

From this ask game here.

8.Have you received anon hate? What about?

I've never received anon hate from the Powerpuff Girls fandom, but I have for the Mario fandom.

I pretty openly headcanon Cackletta from Mario and Luigi: Superstar Saga as aroace agender, as opposed to more popular fanon interpretations of her being a lesbian. Somebody told me to fucking kill myself over it LMFAO.

Also, her color palette even matches one of the main AAA flags it's right there /j:

Even color picked it from her palette a year ago, looks great legitimately.

I'm down for all sorts of queer interpretations of my favorite characters even if I don't personally headcanon them as queer in that fashion and I think people should be respectful of other people's takes as long as it isn't shitting on existing canon queerness. It's a blast to see all the lesbian Cackletta interpretations truly even if I don't headcanon her as such, obsessed with the fact that lesbians love her; tbh it makes a ton of sense as somebody who used to ID as a lesbian.

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

For the PPG fandom, I think a lot of people in the fandom have a stick up their ass about fanon works, particularly aged up work, work involving the Ruffs and/or Punks, or work that's darker/has more mature themes. I get being annoyed with stuff like this, totally, especially after that atrocious CW script leak.

Slight detour but people don't talk about this part enough when they bring up the worst lines from the CW script. Horrid, truly.

Back on track, I get it. I do, PPG, while an all audience show, is primarily targeted at kids and is for the most part light hearted. Even Craig himself states that changing any aspect of its premise and setting doesn't make it PPG anymore. Also I am very, very, very aware that a lot of fanon interpretation work is truly terrible and also deeply frustrating for a numerous amount of reasons. But I think it's a shame that this is so pushed back against because I honestly think that there are so many fascinating ideas that can be pulled from expanding PPG's world building and taking things in a darker or more mature direction. I have read some truly phenomenal darker PPG fanfiction that dives into more mature themes with the grace and nuance that they deserve. I have read some beautiful in depth work about people's future AU's that really take into account every. Single. Little. Detail. About how a setting like this could affect their characters and that includes diving into darker and more serious topics.

I get it's not for everybody, including Mr.McCracken himself, and I'm not saying "oh I'm right all you losers are in the wrong". Once again, there's a lot of stuff there's very frustrating out there. But the idea of having a more mature and in depth look into the setting and truly diving in and doing some intense world building/character building is such a fun concept to me given that there is so much to work with and build off of. I think people in the fandom are too unfair about the idea (outside of just not being personally interested which is 100% fine), not every older/mature dive into these characters and setting is going to be like the CW script or some mediocre High School AU fic where the author thinks that drugs and sex are the height of maturity and that 16 year olds are constant fucking and doing cocaine.

18.Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

NO. You are not required to ship anything, ever. Not shipping something says nothing about your values or whether or not you think something is canon. While I mostly don't ship things (I ship like... seven ships out of all the media I engage in, and three of those are the PPG/RRB color code ships and two of them are my own OCs) and don't care what others ship as long as it isn't like, pedo shit, I do have some popular ships that I truly cannot stand. Bowser/Luigi and Odd/Aelita being the mains ones off the top of my head. I just block the tags and don't engage with it, it doesn't make me in denial about anything or mean that I have biases. I just, do not care about these ships and don't want to see them.

Inversely, I know a lot of people who hate the handful of things that I do ship and they have their own valid reasons for it. They aren't in denial, they aren't biased, they just don't like them. It's fine, it's not the end of the world if somebody doesn't like a ship that I do. For the PPG fandom specifically, I interact with quite a few people awesome people who don't like PPG/RRB shipping and that's more than fine, we just talk about other shit it's not that hard. I don't like that shipping is seen as this be all end all in fandom spaces where so much discourse and strife is located. I hate how much of fandom it takes up and how big of a deal it's treated as even when I do ship stuff.

Additional perspective: I think the idea of not wanting to ship things or not shipping things being seen as bad excludes aspecs from fan spaces. I'm demiromantic/grayromantic (not 100% sure on which LOL my identity is a complicated mess), asexual, and generally shift between being neutral and favorable on both romance and sex. There are a lot of aspecs in fandom spaces who are solidly repulsed or uninterested in sex/romance or seeing it explored in fandom. The amount that shipping is focused on in fandom makes most fandom completely inhospitable to aspecs who aren't interested in romance and sex. Putting morality on not shipping things only pushes them out of fan spaces further than they already are.

Yeah sure, there are people who might not ship shit because they're queerphobic or racist or any other sort of bigot who doesn't like the dynamics of a ship due to the fact that it involves minorities. But those are not the vast, vast majority of people who aren't interested in ships.

#asks #anonymous

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velvet-cupcake-games · 2 years

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Very Gay Notes for Pride

I've posted a few times about gender and sexuality in my game world, as well as about character sexual orientations. Some stuff has changed a bit as I've gotten to know our characters better, though. So here's an updated list of characters whose stories touch on non-cisgender and non-heterosexual themes directly in-game. As Avalon operates on a pre-modern concept of sexuality, I do not use modern labels in the game. Heterosexuality and homosexuality just aren't concepts yet, so characters think more in terms of sexual preferences than having the idea that they were born with a particular orientation. I use labels here for ease of understanding for modern readers.

Marion is bi/pan, she romances characters regardless of gender, which just isn't particularly important to her in terms of who she's attracted to. In our prologue, you learn that she's had liaisons with both men and women in the past.

John is bi/pan, and it's officially part of the game's plot now as his previous relationship with a man during the Nibirian War is discussed. (Poor man got dumped. Why? Stay tuned! Don't worry, he's single and ready to mingle now, he's had time to get over it.)

Meissa is non-binary (not agender - they would describe themselves as full of gender) and bi/pan with a slight preference for femme-presenting lovers. Thanks to Nibirian shapeshifting magic, they are able to be in the body that works best for them. I neither know nor care what their original body looked like. Nibirians think of both gender and sexuality as fluid, and that fact is woven into their society.

Alanna was originally conceived as bi/pan, but I later decided that she's lesbian. She has no sexual interest in men, though she'll flirt with anybody - it's part of the job.

Geoffrey is demisexual and demi- or aromantic, and it's an identity that he's still discovering during the course of the game. His sprite is not in our photo because it's in flux right now, but he is a full and important part of our LGBT+ cast!

Theo is gay, monogamous, and married to another nobleman. He is sadly unkissable (unless you are his husband).

Roan is a major NPC that y'all haven't really met yet, but they are agender. They're a changeling - a former fae who decided to forego their near-immortality and become mortal - and are a scout for Robin's rebellion. Fae do not have genders as a natural state, but some greater fae develop gender preferences as they interact with humanity. Roan has not done so and seems uninterested in doing so.

Avalon doesn't have a concept of sex as sinful, though it is generally meant to be a part of the private sphere (something done "in shadow," which does not connotate evil, merely private). Commoners in Avalon freely choose life partners regardless of gender. The nobility has a bias toward heterosexual marriage because of an obsession with continuing noble bloodlines, but nobles having same-sex lovers on the side is common and considered unremarkable.

Regardless, some nobles like Marion and Theo struggle with the expectation that they'll marry heterosexually. Theo's marriage to another nobleman caused some ripples in both families, but he put his foot down about it.

Avalon is a society built on binary concepts, and unfortunately the gender binary is one of them. Transgender people who are part of that binary are quietly accepted, but being non-binary isn't a concept in society at large. The language does have an ungendered singular pronoun (useful when you're speaking of somebody whose gender is unknown), which I approximate with they/them. That's why Marion easily adapts to Meissa and Roan with they/them pronouns.

Other societies in the world are not like that. As I mention, Nibiru considers gender and sexuality to be fluid. They don't even have gender pronouns - they use the terms "bringer" and "bearer" to denote people of reproductive age who can sire or birth children, but those terms are purely mechanical and aren't necessarily connected to male or female gender.

Sunjata is a "third-gender" society. Their deity, Amun, was originally considered male (and is sometimes referred to with male pronouns), but took on other genders upon devouring all other gods and becoming the sole deity of the land. Trans and non-binary people occupy a third gender between male and female in their society. This third gender (I haven't named it yet, need to do more research) is considered sacred to Amun and worthy of respect. In general, gender is less important than skill and ability in Sunjati culture.

#made marion #lore #english otome #amare

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transcendragon · 2 years

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The next in my pride water series: Agender Falls!

This is my original art please don’t edit or re-post without permission. Made with Procreate.

[Image description: a white waterfall with small streaks of green falls over grey-black rocks tinged with slight green moss into a bright green pond. The waterfall sends white ripples out over the water. It’s themed to the white, grey, black, and light green of the agender flag. End description.]

#agender #agender flag #agender art #agender positivity #pride art #original art #water #water art #nonbinary #waterfall #transcendragon art #queue should see this #described

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thefunniestguy · 1 year

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Ough so this probably wasn’t excatly what u were asking but !! Got gender/sexuality hcs for any AT characters you’d be up for sharing :0 just got curios since I did say some of mine in the discord that one time eheheheh

OHH OH YEA !!!!! Absolutely !!!!!! This will probably b lengthy but to be fair i think i have pride HCs for each character HEHE /hj /pos (ALSO THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN !!! /GEN /POS) :

Finn - trans masc , bisexual or pansexual , asexual orrrr somewhere on the ace spectrum !!! Relatively chill with any pronouns + neos except for she/her !!

Jake - Bisexual , poly !! In a relationship with Lady and Prismo :]!!

Prismo - Gay , Unlabeled gender !!

Freida and Susan - LESBIANS !!!!

Marceline - Bisexual !! She/it pronouns methinks,,

Princess Bubblegum - Lesbian , trans fem !!! She/her and basically any candy / gum themed neopronouns !!

Peppermint Butler - Gay !!

LSP - Trans fem !! In a QPR with Turtle Princess !!

Turtle Princess - Trans fem !! In a QPR with LSP !!

BMO - Agender , AroAce !! Any pronouns + neos , especially technology themed ones !!

Simon - Genderqueer , Trans Masc !!

Y5 - Genderqueer !! Any pronouns , with a slight preference for they/them !!

Flame Princess - Genderqueer as well !! She/him pronouns !!

Huntress Wizard - Nonbinary , pansexual , also some sort of cryptidgender or plantgender !! Does not care which pronouns are used on them !!

Betty - Trans fem !!

#t4t petrigrof for the wiiiiin !!!#some / most of these are memory-complaint ... bc i said so <3

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veryimportantsparkles · 2 years

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Popka Diggle Gijinka Master Thesis lol

I’m (slowly) making my way through Digimon Cybersleuth and I want to do gijinkas for my diggles the way I do for my popkas. But Digimon are very emphatically NOT Pokemon so it feels wrong to treat them in the same way.

Pokemon:

1. Pokemon have a maximum of 3 stages, with a few exceptions for form changes and even those usually are one per species. Evolution only goes forwards and never backwards.

- I give every individual a design for every stage, and while they get a slight bump in age with each evolution they also age naturally.

- Example: Pikachu stays unevolved for a long time it gets child and adult Pikachu stages. Or, if I evolved it right after I caught it, it might get child Pikachu and child Raichu stages. Or, if I want to interpret a Pikachu as being fully grown when I catch it, it just starts as adult Pikachu and maybe someday gets a middle-aged Pikachu/Raichu stage. If I caught it wild, I ignore the Pichu stage entirely because I didn’t know them in that form yet.

- Normal form changes are usually annoying to switch between so I pick one and stick to it. Mega Evolution and Gigantamax forms are temporary power up buffs, like going Super Saiyan.

2. Pokemon have set genders, mostly.

- I interpret Pokemon gender as self-reported. “I caught this rat and it told me it’s a girl, so her stat sheet has a female symbol. I am not questioning her.”

- Genderless Pokemon just lean towards whatever design concept I come up with that seems to suit them.

- I always thought of legendaries as only being ‘genderless’ in the sense that we can’t comprehend them, not that they’re definitively agender. I also don’t make legendary gijinkas most of the time, so I don’t have to think about it.

3. Pokemon live in a natural world, as animals. They don’t know they’re in a video game.

- I as the ~Player Character~ am a real human who has inserted myself into a unique instance of this pocket dimension that behaves like a ‘real’ environment. The Pokemon I catch are able to comprehend a little of that when they meet me, but they don’t ever truly understand it. (Exceptions for Pokemon that I want to be particularly smart characters, like my favorite Gardevoir)

- Every instance of the Pokemon world has a limited scope with an unchangeable beginning and a designated destination. Once I clear the championship I have opened that save file to connect to the greater ‘Megan owns this cartridge’ multiverse, which in turn connects to the ‘Megan’s stupid OCs’ universe.

- I have not played the Pokemon games that actually deal with alternate dimensions (ORAS, SuMo/USUM, whatever is going on in Legends: Arceus, etc) so I don’t have to deal with it yet.

- Because the Pokemon world is relatively ‘normal’ the gijinka forms are also relatively ‘normal.’ I usually aim to make them look like they could be Pokemon trainers themed after their favorite Pokemon. They can have weird hair colors but are still mundane humans.

Digimon:

1. Digimon have a near-limitless evolution tree and they can go up OR down. There are six stages of power, but Digimon can be ‘born’ at max power in the right circumstances, just as easily as being born from eggs.

- They don’t have to devolve into the same species they initially evolved from???

- There are ‘types’ (virus vaccine data), elements, and some vague evolutionary groupings (dragons mostly turn into dragons) but even these will change around a lot. The evolution tree often crisscrosses between types. Bugs and plants seem to be the same group sometimes.

- In some games Digimon reincarnate. I don’t think they do in Cybersleuth but I am not that far into the game yet.

- I know I might someday have to think about armor eggs, fusions, human spirits, and whatever other evolution methods Digimon can have, but I’ll tackle that when I get to it.

2. Digimon canonically have no genders and no concept of gender, except when they kinda do, but not really.

- No further notes, they just don’t care

3. Digimon live in a multiverse by default. At its most simplified, the Digital World is a dimension with connections to the real world. At a more detailed look, it’s ??? ??? ??? ?!? Digimon believe themselves to be real but not ‘natural’ or ‘animals.’

- I’m not far enough into Cybersleuth to know yet but I think that even the ‘real’ world in that game is going to be outed as a virtual world. Don’t spoil it for me tho.

- Multiple ‘real’ worlds connect to a Digital World, or to multiple Digital Worlds, and there may be other Digital un-Worlds or some fucking shit. Witch dimensions? Cthulhu ocean dimensions? Fucking...whatever. Who knows.

- Cybersleuth has a new game+ so even the defined beginning and end of the story mode are not solid barriers. On the other hand, it’s a story heavy game so your path is somewhat linear.

Currently I’ve got a notepad file where each of my individual diggles’ evolution path is being saved as a list. So my ideas and options might change as I learn more about the Cybersleuth plot, but right now my ideas are:

1. Every individual Digimon has a ‘base form’ that is a gestalt gijinka of all the forms it has been through, and can do powerup transformations (either a Super Saiyan style bulk up, or a Sailor Scout style costume change) into their preferred evolutions. They are ascended superhumans who hold themselves separate from normal people.

2. Every individual Digimon gains a HUMAN form designed to suit their personality. Probably would look similar to the ‘combo of every form’ gijinka for option #1. They spirit evolve Frontier-style into their choice of several normal Digimon forms. They are pinocchios, who have earned a new life as real humans and live as normal people.

3. Lean in hard to the ‘digital’ aspect. Every individual Digimon gains a human/gestalt gijinka AVATAR that remains digital. They’re still Digimon in every way but they get a cute hologram that can walk around in the real world and talk to people. The main difference here is that I’d be making humanoid designs with more robot features. Give ‘em weird eyes and hovering parts instead of just normal-passing humans.

4. Lock every individual Digimon into a final form and that’s the only form they get a gijinka for. It’s viable to build a living dex in Cybersleuth so I could just have a gijinka for every available species.

Once I decide on how to go forward, THEN I get to decide on how the Digimon connect to my personal OC universe, which is also where my Pokemon are supposed to go. Do they live together? Do they get along? Do I need to construct a separate island to stick the Digimon on so they don’t disrupt Pokemon society? Do I have to spawn a whole digital pocket dimension and tether it to my regular OC verse?

Or I could just...not do any of this shit and just play video games. But that’s less fun.

If somehow you made it to the end of this post and actually have opinions please share them. You are also free to steal any of my general worldbuilding concepts for your own video game monster journeys. Let us philosophize together.

#long post #digimon #pokemon #gijinka #worldbuilding

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letmewakeup · 2 years

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Hello.

You can call me ghost, he/they.

This is a tr@umacore blog that I use as my safe space to vent / process.

🌟 I’m in therapy / pro recovery 🌟

I’m autistic and the host of a DID system; I’m a ghost alter, agender / ageless - the body is a minor.

I’m a writer + college student, I am very interested in philosophy / literature / mysteries.

I’m open to making some friends here, as long as chat is kept respectful! This is a side blog but I believe messaging still works.

🥞💫🌻📚🐌

This blog mainly focuses on:

Dissociation / depersonalisation / derealisation

Lucid nightmares / sleep paralysis / insomnia

Tr@umacore themes [ab*se / childhood / self h@te]

Mental illness [cPTSD / DID / OCD / EDs / anxiety / depression]

Anger / guilt

Creative writing / poetry

Trigger Warnings ~

Child ab*se / child s3xual ab*se / n3glect

Su1cid@l ideation / self h@rm

Themes of c0nd1tioning / gr00ming / g@slighting / gu1lt / t0rture / dr*gs / r3lig1on / p*rn / etc

This is all my own writing, do not repost.

DNI if ~ nsfw, endogenic systems, have ignorant world views [transphobic, racist, sexist, etc], anti traumacore or DID, unrelated blog [unless you wanna chat], under 16

#actuallyabused #actuallytraumatized #trauma #mental illness #ptsd #ghost poetry #writers on tumblr #childhood #ventcore #tw triggers #cptsd vent #cptsd thoughts #actually did #dissociative identity disorder #dreamcore #derealization #depersonalization #spilled ink #ghost rambles

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heartnosekid · 3 years

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leftover stims!

(as always inspired by helium-stims!)

sources: 🌠

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blue-rose-soul · 3 years

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‘Kris’ sits down and writes a list of things they know about themself

The blank paper somehow seems more intimidating than that nightmare they just had... No, okay, the nightmare is worse. But as they sit cross-legged on their bed, Kris finds themself wishing they could just put it out of their head, toss the notepad back in Asriel’s desk drawer, and go back to sleep. Pretend everything is normal.

Their chest aches where fingers dug into their skin. With a sigh, they put the Halloween-themed pencil to paper.

I have a brother

They look up from the notepad, the other side of the room standing in stark contrast to theirs. The stars stuck to the wall are lovely. The color of the sheets and the bed cover are warm and soft. Glittering trophies that line the shelves are just beginning to gain a fine layer of dust. They should probably dust those off before Asriel visits next week.

By contrast, their side of the room is bare and cold. The sheets are a hard slate color. The shelves are free of dust but completely bare. The closest thing they have to ‘decoration’ is the little rusted wagon in the corner, holding a banged up birdcage.

They try not to think too hard about the stain on the carpet.

I have a mother. She and dad are divorced

They heard her alarm go off, only to be cut short, and know it will be another fifteen minutes before she fully wakes. It doesn’t feel strange to think of Toriel as ‘Mom.’ Never mind the difference in species, the lack of fur and horns and magic that defines them as human and her as a monster. She’s warm and kind and loving. And makes the absolute best pie in the world.

Asgore on the other hand... It’s easiest to define their feelings regarding him as ‘complicated at best.’ They don’t hate the man, that much they’re sure of. But it’s harder to think of him as ‘Dad,’ even though he clearly loves them. That backbreaking hug was proof enough. If anything they feel pity for him. There’s a part that wants to help him, even though they can’t do much other than place a single egg in his refrigerator and deliver the bouquet they know is destined for the trash.

I hate hugs.

Or so Asgore says. Guilt gnaws at them, remembering that hug they gave to Ralsei. Then again, maybe he just meant huge backbreaking hugs out of nowhere. Still, until they know for sure, they won’t be hugging anyone else.

I love chocolate

Okay, this one might seem a little obvious. But every detail counts.

I love to play pranks. Some of them are pretty mean

Mean or not, they can’t help a slight chuckle at the mental image of themself hiding underneath their neighbor Noelle’s bed, or chasing her with arms covered in ketchup. It helps that others talk about their pranks with shades of amusement and at worst mild annoyance.

They wish they could actually remember them.

I can play the piano

Or they could before... Before. The piano sitting in the hospital waiting room seems to mock them, discordant sounds ringing in their ears even now. They’d hoped when they sat in front of the instrument then practice or muscle memory would take over and they would be able to play as well as the receptionist remembered. Instead their mouth pulled into a frown on its own as their fingers fumbled over the keys.

I don’t usually talk to people

They didn’t realize they were doing anything wrong by talking to the people in town. They just need to figure things out. Fill in the holes in their memory. But the more they talk to people the more others notice something is off. They don’t know if that’s a bad thing or not.

I’m nonbinary (agender I think?)

As disjointed and incongruent they’ve felt with their - body their life their face their name - self since waking up the previous morning, this is the one thing that feels most right.

What else? What else? The tip of the pencil hovers over the paper for a moment. Then they lift it to their mouth, chewing on the bat-shaped pencil. What else do they know about Kris?

...

I am not Kris.

Kris has a brother. Kris’s parents are divorced. Kris plays pranks and likes chocolate and plays the piano. The person sitting in Kris’s bed, in their room, chewing on their bat-shaped eraser is not Kris.

But they don’t know who they are.

I am... Kris’s soul?

They stare at the paper. No, that isn’t right.

I am... Kris’s soul? Inside their so

That probably isn’t right either.

I am.. Kris’s soul? Inside their so

I’m a SOUL

Without a name or identity of their own, they suppose that can be their name for now. Soul.

Soul keeps writing.

I am inside Kris’s body for... some reason

They feel like they should know, but the only clue they have is some vague, half-remembered dream from the other night. Maybe if they’d tried harder to remember the previous morning...

Kris can separate us

But doesn’t, for some reason. Assuming last night’s dream wasn’t a dream... Well, they know it wasn’t a dream at this point. No point in pretending otherwise. Somehow Kris was able to reach into their-

‘Our?’

-chest and tear them out. And lock them in a birdcage. Soul shudders. But for whatever reason, come morning Kris came back and let them out. And took them back into their-

‘Okay, maybe sharing pronouns isn’t such a good thing this is going to get confusing.’

-body.

Why?

Maybe they can’t move right without a soul? Did something happen to their own soul? Or maybe they need Soul’s help with... something.

Soul sighs, closing Kris’s their eyes. Countless ‘whys’ and ‘maybes’ and too little information. They tap the pencil against the notepad, think think think think...

When they open their eyes, there is a new line. It isn’t their handwriting.

YOU CHOSE THIS

Soul reads it again. And a third time. The words glare back at them.

“...Kris?”

It’s hard to choke the words out through the tightness in their throat. Their heart hammers in Kris’s ribcage.

“Kris?”

Of course there’s no answer. Soul closes their eyes again. They lean against the wall, letting their the body they’re in go fully lax, relinquishing control...

When they open their eyes again there are no new words. Apparently, Kris is done talking to them.

Soul sucks in a deep breath. They wish they could just... talk to Kris. This kid is probably just as in the dark as they are, but they feel like they need to... explain themself. Apologize. Tell Kris they didn’t mean to take over their life, usurp control of their body.

The words on the paper stare accusingly at them.

“...Why would I choose this?”

Predictably, Kris doesn’t answer. Soul begins writing again.

Kris is a good kid.

That much they’re certain of. However ‘creepy’ others find them, whatever ‘mean’ pranks they’ve played, Soul has heard how the people know and love Kris talk about them. Kris loves and misses their brother dearly. They feel out of place in their adoptive family and desperately want to fit in with them. They play - or played - the piano for people at the hospital. They saved Susie.

While Soul was frozen, unable to move, Kris leaped to the rescue all on their own.

And whatever else they might have done when they left the room last night, Kris didn’t leave Soul alone to rot in the birdcage. They let them out.

Soul stares at the notepad in their lap. They got a little off track from the original intent... But it did help them figure some things out. They don’t know why they’re in Kris’s body, yet, but they feel like Kris is someone they can probably trust. For now, Soul supposes they should just go along with Kris’s adventures. That they ended up in this world, in this body, right when Kris and Susie discovered the first Dark Fountain can’t be a coincidence. If they continue guiding Kris and their friends on their adventure, maybe they can figure out why they’re here at the same time.

And, maybe... Soul looks up from the notepad, and the shared room they now have to themself, at the blank walls on Kris’s side and the barren shelves.

Maybe they can eventually meet Kris for real. They think they would like that. Maybe after everything... Kris will want to be friends?

It’s a thin hope. It’s more likely Kris will resent them for taking over their body and their life. Soul wouldn’t blame them. But even if Kris hates them, even if there’s no forgiveness for what they’ve done, Soul wants to meet the real Kris.

A shrill buzzing sounds through the wall. Ah, that’s Toriel’s snooze. With a yawn, Soul flips the notepad shut and slides the pencil into the spiral binding. They’d been awake ever since Kris came back from the kitchen and now they’re both tired. They can probably afford to close their eyes for another thirty minutes...

Soul dozes off with their notepad tucked safely between the mattress and the wall. With all their troubling thoughts poured out in paper it’s surprisingly easy to drift into a sound sleep.

They’re dead asleep by the time Toriel begins to scream.

#fanfiction #Deltarune #The Player #Kris Dreemur #stuff I wrote #no ambiguous gender here #the only reason there's a question about Kris's is bc the player can't up and ask them #but Soul is agender and uses gender neutral pronouns same as Kris #I have not checked for typos yet I'll do that later don't hate me XD

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lovely-necromancy · 3 years

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A Cure for Insomnia CH 1.

This is a reader insert I originally started posting on AO3. I’m cross posting here because I know some of the fandom still lives here.

Quick Disclaimer:

This is a fic I'm writing for my own comfort.

I was inspired by RaeBees (you can check out their works over on Quotev and AO3), and how they characterize the "proxies". Having always seen the characters different than most of the fandom I've interacted with I never really shared my thoughts until now. This work is only placed in the Creepypasta tag so it reaches its demographic. However, I am fully aware of the fact that no main character is considered a Pasta.

It may also appear to lean more Toby X Protag in the beginning but end goal is protag with all three, and Brian and Tim already in a relationship. How I picture it now is a slowburn but Toby and Protag will be in a friends with benefits relationship before either has any feelings, so I think that counts. Some may be confused by the asexual protag tag but it'll be explained in story, as an Ace myself I get frustrated with media that only show one version and say it goes for us all. That being said I don't represent the whole Ace community but I hope to provide a bit more representation for some others out there.

Protag will be depicted as agender, and will have a few tics that stem from their Autism. Again I don't speak for any others with Autism but I hope to provide some representation for those in similar positions.

Tags will be updated as the story progresses. Canon-Typical violence and mental health issues are to be expected if you feel uncomfortable with those aspects I advise you to not engage. This story will also have a lot of NSFW themes and scenes so I highly discourage anyone under the age of 18 from viewing this work. You will get warnings on chapters with NSFW and I will make it skippable as well.

I'm also very nitpicky and gave the main characters birthdays just because it irritates me when it gets mentioned once and you have to do the math or imagine your own conversation when a birthday was too close to a character's.

Tim January 1st, home state Alabama

Toby April 28th, home state Virginia (saw this years ago no clue if it's accurate)

Protag May 13th, home state Virginia

Brian May 23rd, home state Alabama

Connor the service dog July 18th, home state Kentucky

I've referred to Protag as Protag here but in story they're referred to as YN.

Everything felt impossibly dull; your senses, the dark room you're currently in, the noise coming from the fan just to the left of the bed on which you laid. Turning to the window beside your head you stare out into that weird midnight summer sky. More of a gray than a true dark blue night, cast in an orange glow that made the night seem closer to day than it truly was. While the time was just half past twelve, you felt it may have been more accurate to say it was closer to four in the morning.

You're exhausted but that true sort of exhaustion where whatever energy you have left buzzes all around. It consumes your entire being, dances between being deafeningly loud in your ears to giving you twitches in your legs. You'd laid down hours ago thinking you'd be tired enough to sleep once your tics started to spasm in closer intervals, but to no avail were you able to rest. That buzzing preventing you from dreamland. Maybe the hum of your body was right, you didn't really need to sleep, you just wanted it to feel normal.

Knowing the battle had already been lost you push yourself off the bed and grab a pair of shorts off the floor. Slipping them on you contemplate your options for the night. Going into town was out since it was Sunday...well Monday now, but there would be nothing but bars open and you were never one for drinking. And as fun as a drive sounds right now, you feel the buzzing in your bones grow stronger, you need to move. A late night hike should keep you occupied, with it being so quiet and the middle of the night you wouldn't even have to take your headphones to cancel out the sounds of other people, you aren't likely to run into many people tonight.

Deciding on a hike you grab a mask and car keys and make your way to your yellow Kia Soul. A going away present from your parents that they gave you the moment you got your driver's license after your 24th birthday. Having anxiety throughout your life you'd never been in the head space to start driving till later on, and while you still don't enjoy driving you are pretty good at it even with your “late” start. Surfing through radio stations as you let the car warm up you find your latest obsession, it's a conspiracy theory podcast that someone in Kepler managed to blast through the limited air ways of the town. Impressive considering Kepler was in a radio quiet zone and even cell phones couldn't work in the small town, luckily you lived just outside of the zone so you could send texts and call your parents every weekend.

It seemed today's episode was a rerun, Mothman: Murderer, Man, or Myth. It was actually one of your favorites, the paranormal stories tended to be more entertaining than hearing about how a man could murder sixteen people while working as a cop ruining evidence to lead the others off his trail. Humans could be more vial and cruel than any little gray alien from the future or tall Fresno Nightcrawler could ever be. And they weren't as entertaining to hear about, nor were their exploits as impressive. You could always see patterns, either connecting clues first or finding connections no one else saw, it was never hard to tell where a certain case would lead so you'd always end up disappointed in humanity when they overlooked such obvious clues. Though that often led you down a path of deep diving for information to see just how obvious it was, more often than not you'd find that the most logical conclusion was shady public officers. After investigating so many cold cases you're sure if you're ever in trouble you'll never involve the police, in the end they'd probably just ignore you and rule your case closed if anything ever did happen to you.

'I'd haunt them if they did.' You decide and you shift gears and begin driving to the Monongahela National Forest, as the timeline of Mothman sightings and events play out before for your ears.

Instead of going through town and possibly loosing the signal of the show, you drive on the old dirt road that runs along the very edge of the town, partially covered in trees. This over grown road is the main reason Kepler doesn't see many visitors, the second someone makes their way onto it coming off the interstate they floor it until they see civilization. Over the few months you've been here you've nearly been run right off the road by spooked tourists, trying to escape whatever ghouls their wild imaginations created. The only real thing on this road was a mini mart gas station, and even though it was shady as hell the cashier didn't bug you too much when you came in in the dead of night. Plus they had a cat, how could you not stop in and say hi to little ole Magnolia?

Speaking of which you should probably get a drink for your hike, you could already feel your throat drying out. Turning into the parking lot you're happy to see no other cars around, putting your face mask on you make your way inside. As usual the store is dead at this time, and Ronnie is manning the desk. What's unusual is the man also behind the counter, he has dark brown hair that he's tied into a small and low ponytail, thick sideburns frame his face. You immediately take note of the slight imperfections of his face, most would see the slit in his eyebrow as following the current trend or even just a genetic thing, but you can see the slightly off color of a healed scar that starts just above his eyebrow and ends mid eyelid, he has a few smaller discolorations on his crooked nose, you'd guess he's had it broken at least twice.

Briefly taking a glance to his brown eyes before looking away, today is not an eye contact day. Nodding in their directions, the best acknowledgment you can give right now, you make your way to the freezers. From the freezer section you can hear Ronnie “explain” you.

“That's YN, a regular mainly at night though. A bit skittish and rarely ever says more than 'thanks have a nice day'” Even though she's whispering you can hear everything. Including the high octave her voice takes to mimic you, it feels more like mocking.

If being mocked hadn't already put you on edge the eyes boring into you have. The eyes may not be roaming over your body but the icky crawling of your skin sure makes it feel that way. The feeling of being put under a microscope has always made you sick, the stares, the leers and sneers, and the judgment just makes you want to implode on the spot. Cease existence, be swallowed into the abyss. You're about to set yourself into an anxiety attack with all these thoughts.

'Mask, mask, mask' you repeat over and over in your head, it's the only thing you can focus on. You are wearing a mask, there is one thing they can't perceive, the face is the most important for humans to perceive, your mask protects you.

Without looking you pull a water bottle from the cooler. You don't think you like this brand but the sports mouth makes up for it, and you can't focus enough to grab another. As the imaginary spiders crawl their way under your skin and your breath hitches you make your way over to the counter head down, never looking up at the employees beyond the counter. Your vision is blurring in time with the beating of your heart, you can't tell if it's due to nerves or from being up for five days in a row.

“Hey YN, how're you?” Ronnie asks, her tone is different from the past times you've been in. It's higher and has a lilt in it that you'd expect from a teasing friend. But Ronnie isn't a friend and has never spoken to you like this, you hate it. You nod to politely move on with the process, between the crawling of your skin and the buzzing underneath it you feel sick. And you're now very aware of the existence of your eyelids, you try to focus on ignoring that awareness. You need to move.

“Hmm, that's good. Anyway this is Tim! He's just started so go easy on him.” you hear the sound of a hand hitting fabric and assume she's patted Tim's shoulder as she introduced Tim to you. Why was she doing this, what purpose could introducing you two have? You nod again, was anyone going to ring you out?

“Hi, this all?” a deep voice asked, it isn't extremely deep more of a standard baritone that has a slight raspy quality, probably a reformed smoker. You don't smell cigarettes currently so he could've quit after years. Unfortunately despite your efforts to stave them off your blinking tics emerge. Making it difficult to keep your eyes open for longer than a nano second.

Startled and ticcing you look up and catch his eyes, you see pity in them, before casting your glance back to the counter. You can never tell what's worse people seeing you as weird or seeing you as something needing to be fixed. Nodding again, Tim tells you the total; a dollar fifty eight, and you hand him two dollars from your wallet.

Tim doesn't ask if you want the receipt or a bag, he prints out the receipt and hands you your change. The change goes immediately into the cat food fund for Magnolia. She got diagnosed with diabetes about a month ago and having worked in shelters and pet stores you know just how expensive her prescription food is. After folding the receipt into your wallet, Tim gently slides the water bottle over to you.

“Have a good night.” he says it so low and gentle, as if he thinks you'll shatter in front of him. As kind as the gesture seems, you aren't that fragile...or maybe you are if you have to keep repeating 'mask' over and over in your head to ground yourself. With a final nod you turn and make your way to the door, and just as you open it you hear Ronnie call out.

“Awwww, c'mon YN at least say 'Hi' to Tim.” You really don't like how she squeaked out 'hi'.

Taking a deep breath you prepare yourself, you'll show them both you can do this simple task. Even if you can't stop blinking long enough to see straight. Once you've steadied yourself you turn and look at Tim. He's sending you a look that says 'You don't have to' all that's missing is a slow head shake to complete his unease with this “peer pressure”.

But you can do this you can say 'Hi, Tim.' Two words super simple, nothing complex like 'Hi, Tim, nice to meet you.' and so much better than the option of your next meeting saying 'Hi, Tim. Sorry for spazzing out the other night.'. Yup you can do this just breathe, you open your mouth and...and you've forgotten what to say. Looking like a deer in headlights, well at least the tics stopped, you say the first thing that pops in.

“Mask.” You've said it loud and clear both cashiers heard you.

Tim stares with wide eyes and you see Ronnie failing to hide her laughter. Out of all the ways this could've gone this was probably the best outcome for her. The blinking has started up again, this time growing more frequent. You can't even hold your eyes open, to the two cashiers it must look like you're in pain or crying. And while you want to die of embarrassment, crying is a bit of an extreme for you.

So with red face and the inability to see you leave through the door, and try to make your way back to your car. Once in you lock the doors, switch the car on, and rest your head on the steering wheel. Out of every way this stop could've gone, being perceived by a new comer and Ronnie was not what you expected. While this hadn't been the worst five minutes or so of your life, it definitely would be another thing keeping you up at night for the next twenty years.

Calming down in the cool quiet dark of your car your slowly brought back to the world by the beginning of a new episode. This one talking about the Tailypo legend. A favorite story of yours from when you were a kid living on the coast of Virginia. So with yet another deep breath and the wave of nostalgia, you pull out of the parking lot and slowly coast down the old dirt road. Heading yet again for the Monongahela forest.

It's nearly two in the morning when you roll up to see an RV parked by the forgotten entrance of the park. It isn't surprising at all to find an RV out here since the Monongahela Forest is one of the most beautiful parks you've ever been to. You also don't think anything of them being parked by this unused entrance because you use it all the time since finding it accidentally. Figuring they just wanted to camp and be left to their own devices rather than use the RV sites and be bothered with other campers here for the summer.

Climbing out of your car you notice the RV isn't new by any means but it isn't a total rust bucket either, looks like it's been passed around throughout the years. There isn't anything to suggest it's been here a while, nothing left set up outside, must have just gotten into town then. You do happen to notice dog tracks around the sandy dirt you've parked in, good to know they have a dog before you slammed your car door. Closing the door gently behind you so you don't startle a pup and wake up it's owner or owners, you make your way through the woods. No real direction in mind, with no real thought in your head. Just the thought of moving and to keep on moving.

You could walk the same path every time you came through and always find something different. In fact that's exactly what happens, you're almost positive that you've deepened the imprint of the path just from walking through several times a week. Following the same winding path you usually do, climbing over the fallen tree, and through a scattering of blueberry thicket's you find yourself on the edge of one of the forest's many streams. It's your favorite spot in the forest so far, and about as far as you've gotten considering these hikes of yours take place during the dead of night.

The wind picks up and sends a chill through you, taking that as a sign you slide down to sit by the stream. Vans placed to your side as you sink your feet into the cool water. It's peaceful out here, so cool, and quiet, save for the slight noises the stream makes, various bubbling and drips. You try to think on things like your recent move, your job, the embarrassing 'mask' incident, just life in general. But you can't seem to form a single thought, this happens a lot, you've recently been conscious of the fact that you've been running on auto pilot for the past two months, hell a lot longer than that. You think everyone must get like this from time to time, but you think you've always been this way. Keen to dissociating and slipping in and out of existence.

It's quite nice really, except for the times like right now where you'd love to figure out why the silence in your head is so painfully loud. The more you think on it the louder it gets and the stronger the buzzing under your skin feels. And right now the static in your mind has been getting louder and louder for the past few minutes. You feel your head jerk to the right of it's own accord, moving back in place it happens for a second time, and then a third, then jerks up, before jerking a forth time to the right effectively cracking you neck.

“There we go.” you mumble, you can relax a bit as the verbal tic indicates the end of this round of tics.

Sighing you look at the sky...that can't be right. The sky has been painted it's fresh baby blues for the day, but again that can't be right. You just got to the stream, that path is a thirty minute walk meaning it should be just about two thirty in the morning, but the sky suggests it's five or six at the latest. Reaching for your water bottle you find it empty next to you. You didn't fall asleep you know that much, perhaps you did dissociate tonight. Well this hike was disappointing if you knew you were going to dissociate you'd have saved yourself that embarrassment and stayed home. Maybe done some painting or tidied up.

Sighing you push yourself off the ground, collecting you vans you're about to put them on when you notice a figure off in the distance. You freeze out of shock and stare at the figure, it stares back. The figure is about ten yards away, god your near sighted ass should really remember to not leave your glasses in the car when hiking. The figure starts to make it's way to you and after a few steps you realize it hasn't moved from it's spot. Rolling your eyes you ignore the hallucination.

You'd really needed to get sleep last night, today is day six of no sleep and though you haven't had many episodes these past few days, you have a feeling they'll start to get more prominent today. Hopefully tonight you can manage to get some rest, the longer you go without sleep the more realistic the hallucinations become. But for today you're content with the knowledge that it's just shadow like beings that you'll be seeing.

After putting on your shoes you start the thirty minute hike back to your car. You're thankful for the weather in Kepler, nothing like back on the coast. Here you can go for a morning hike through the forest while a gentle breeze passes by and the sun starts to give the area a pleasant warmth. Back on the coast you couldn't run and grab the mail without getting drenched in moisture from either sweat, humidity, or a mixture of both. The coast sucks, hell Virginia sucks altogether, you're glad to be in Kepler.

“I want to go home, home.” you say out of nowhere.

Before you reach the entrance you hear barking, oh the RV campers must be up. Should you be careful not to scare them, or just walk normally and say 'Good morning' in passing, maybe just nod your head in greeting. Oh and you've stopped just beside the entrance as you got lost in your rambling. You didn't mean to come to a stop here, and as you try to move you notice how silent it's gotten. Did the dog go inside, maybe they've already passed...no it's too quiet for that. No the silence is oppressive like the one you deal with nightly, there's a reason for the silence. The situation's making you feel uneasy, but that could be the sleep deprivation talking.

You're about to brush it off and move when you hear a whispered, “Seriously man, I don't think anyone's out there. Let's get inside.”

There's a noise of agreement before you hear shuffling. Oh no, you zoned out and now you look like a weirdo stalker. Just perfect, maybe if you wait around a little more you'll seem more normal or at least feel normal. Not knowing how long to wait you walk along the tree line for a bit, looking at the ground as you do making sure you won't step on any snakes. In you quest to not step on any snakes you spot something suspiciously off white. It seems purposefully buried under a dead blueberry bush and some fallen branches.

Having listened to too many true crime shows, you know better than to implicate yourself in a murder. Grabbing a stick off the ground you gently brush the foliage away from the supposed corpse. No way, you can't believe your luck, it's an actual fucking skull. An intact skull of a deer! That is so cool, you've only seen taxidermists on TikTok getting so lucky and finding these dudes. Since the jaw bone is connected by tissue it of course isn't with the skull but maybe it's close by? Clearly this got planted or hidden by someone, maybe they were planning on pranking a friend by 'uncovering' a skull later. Oh well, finders keepers and all that, you have way better plans for this guy, hopefully you can find that jaw bone.

You set off searching through the foliage and near by bushes with the branch while holding the skull in your other arm. After searching about three feet around and finding no more bones you decide that this is the only part of the deer's skeleton in this area. A little disappointed but still thrilled with your find, you decide it must be a good time to go back to your car.

Surely you won't look weird now. You a little forager with their treasure in hand. Looks like you'll be busy cleaning, then bleaching, and cleaning these bones today. Is that the order to treat found bones? You aren't sure but you can look into that later. Placing the skull in the trunk so it doesn't roll about and get damaged you make sure it's secure before closing the trunk and getting into your car and locking the doors.

Not once did you notice the pairs of eyes that had been watching you. One watching as you found the deer skull, and the other set seeing you place bones into your car. They kept watching as you fiddled with the radio while the car was starting up. They watched as you pulled out of the sandy dirt lot and drove back down the old road a little faster than before now that you could clearly see.

#creepypasta fanfic #ticci tobyx reader #brain thomas x reader #timothy wright x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #reader insert #no clue if I'm reaching a wider audience than AO3 but I'll try this out #Crossposted #as of now 13 chapters are over on AO3 if you wanted to read #other wise I'll post a chapter every 3 days on here until I catch up with AO3 #Ao3 has priority #A cure for insomnia

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