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getoswhore · 2 years

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‘ EVEN BEST FRIENDS HAVE SECRETS! , suguru getō.

𖦹 — featuring . . . perv! getō x f! bimbo! reader

# % !! synopsis . . . est. 2.0k wc + trying hard to study and be just like your older brother, it gets quite difficult, but a close sorcerer is always more than happy to help an idiotic girl...

# % !! warnings . . . sws + dub con (?), secert sex, risky public sex, cunnlingus (getō eats it from the back), age gap (reader is early 20’s, getō is mid 30's), mentions of breeding, creampie, heavy manipulation, squirting, spanking x1, pet names, reader calls getō master getō, praising.

+ request . . . “girl anything you write about geto is golden, but like him catchin feelings for satoru’s younger sister. ♡ the plot is all yours to mess around with, i just love the idea!” — @ella-simps !! >.<

the old, worn pages are cold between your fingers as you flip them idly, draining the information out the written text and etching it into your nimble brain the best you could with clicking time...

“hey.”

the focused and deep furrowed gape you stare at now rises — startled at the sudden voice creeping up behind you, even feeling a barred hand crawl against your back with a flat palm, tickling at the nape of your neck.

head craning over quickly, your tired eyes peer up to the voice, matching it to the loving face you know and adored, “oh! hey, suguru.” your lips curl softly, trying hard to wipe away the dry and tiredness marinating in your features.

“that book is full of shit by the way. it doesn't even cover all of the true meanings of curses.” suguru taps at the hard, ridden cover with his knuckles.

“oh... really?” your head drops back down, frowning and flicking at the corner of the pages, seeing how far you've already go into this book, and now hearing getō, your higher up, say that this is practically lies — a book without philosophy, without a sense of the real world or true meaning of curses, just futile words on a page, a useless time to waste...

huh.

“yeah,” his hand pats at your shoulder gently, almost reassuring you as he wonders mindlessly towards the shelves of worn spines of banquet books, scanning them with ill intent, “only people who dealt with curses can truly explain what they are.” suguru says in a voice not as amiable as before — almost ominous...

luring even.

“... well, i know you're an amazing sorcerer who's dealt with plenty of curses, so can you teach me then, master getō?!—”

“absolutely not. you're too young to have that type of information rotting in your brain.” he scowls, brown hues not even focused on you but you can feel the poisonous farce he glares with at the shameful books he evidently doesn't accept cluttering around you.

“please... sugu?”

shortening his name now? cute...

the tips of his fingers skim down the spine of a book, “it can make you lose some sleep, plus i know gojo wouldn't want you learning this yet, i know him — a brother would want to easily teach his younger sister, not his friend.” his back turns towards you, thinking he might just be frowning upon the old books, yet only if you're foolish self knew he was trying hard to hide that rising smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

your chair squeaks across the tiled floor as you rise up quickly with a pout, arms crossed and ready to sulk yourself towards him, “i promise i wont tell, please?” you trudge yourself close to his side, peering up at him with doe eyes and a gentle frown.

it's working, just as he thought — got you hooked and intrigued, ready to do anything to learn the ugly truth...

such a stupid girl.

“i don't know...” getō doesn't spare you a second, continuing to read the spines of books.

“at least tell me one thing! just one, please?”

oh, you looked so pretty pouting — practically begging with doe eyes futtering up to him.

“curses can breed with humans.”

what..?

his eyes shift down to you, beady and brown with hues of swirling greys putting on an earnest gaze.

“they'll ease themselves into someone, most commonly, non sorcerers — ‘cause they know they won't feel a thing, knowing some could even end up pregnant without understanding truly by what.” getō watches your eyes shake, almost disgust marinating your features and simmering with frustration.

he sucks the cold air through his teeth, “i mean, curses can breed with anyone, but they do tend to enjoy the innocent most.” his held tilts softly to the right, his hand reaching to brush the index of his finger along your jaw.

“so, make sure to keep an eye out.”

“what?! what do you mean?!” your eyes bat wildly, frantic and confused — and unconsciously leaning in closer to him; feeling that security and safety to be in his aura, like a small child would when their disturbed, running to their most loved and closest protector...

you hadn't even noticed — nerves shocked and worry overbarring your franzic mind, and he took this to his advantage; twinning mezily hands around your sides and tugging you harder into his broad chest.

“yeah... and there's only one way to keep them far...” getō’s tongue flicks out, slicking his lips, “to already be claimed.” he watches your face mush into disarray, ready to do anything to keep those filthy curses away from you.

“how... how so? how do i—”

“we can seal a protection together with just a few things to complete it, nothing too much.”

he sounds... eager..?

you lean in.

“the first step is just a simple kiss.”

simple? a kiss? a simple kiss?

your brother's best friend is asking... to kiss you...

“don't look at me like that, it's just a kiss, nothing more? unless you wish to become pregnant by some thing.” getō reels you back in, using those threatening terms to flee you back against him.

“ok, ok... just promise me you won't tell gojo—”

“trust me, angel. i won't...” getō scoffs before curling forward; a gentle hand soothing its way up your side and cupping the fat of your cheek as he puckers his lips against yours, smearing a hard wet press.

your tummy coils — barely grasping onto the fact that you're kissing your higher up... your brother's best friend...

his hands feel smooth across your skin; feeling lithe fingers play along the curvature of your back, and tracking the discs of your spine before clipping around your waist. and the kiss only presses in harder as getō rocks his body into yours till your back is crushing against the uneven, wooden bookshelves. he's moving quick, lips splitting for a second, feeling hot air catch between you two before sealing it again; a dribble of caught saliva adding to the taste, feeling warmth and sudden elation rising at your core.

but... he said one kiss? right?

maybe he's just trying to make sure, extra percussion... right?

you hope... feeling foreign guilt begin to bubble at your tummy when his boot kicks against your heel; booting them to spread your legs open and shift his body between them.

“g—... g-getō... getō—”

“shh, shhh, that's just step one. there are a few more things to do to seal it.” getō’s loose bangs frizz off to the side, his face beating with a kiss of soft pink, “don't worry, doll face, i know what ‘m doing.” he tastes you against his buds, tasting that sweet pop of cherry lip gloss you always pour onto your pretty lips...

you nod with wracked hands — a cute pink set gojo just bought you, settle against his heaving abdomen.

“what else is there?”

“turn around ‘n i’ll show you...” his hands guide you, twirling you around till your hands clipped atop the shelves — pretty eyes peering over and only catching glimpse of an empty room with cluttered books...

a lick of goosebumps rises along your spine, feeling tepid lips nip at the nape of your neck and sleazy, barred hands squeezing at the flush skin of your hips.

“next is preparing for a claim.” getō’s thumbs idly play around the frill of your skirt, toying with the hem and ruffling it up your perk ass; your eyes peel back wide, teeth catching your bottom lip at the cold air licking across your supple skin.

getō’s eyes ogle at the clear view of your cute ass all jiggly and round — a view he's been fantasizing over for years... now finally in his gaze, his hold; cruel hands kneading and groping at each cheek before spreading them, watching carefully how your back arches into a soft bow as his clipped nails dig crescents into your sensitive skin.

“are you... are you sure about this getō?” only a crack of a whisper spills from between chattering teeth.

“do you not trust your own higher-up?” getō sighs with a lazy thumb playing idly at the pretty pink string of your panties.

“... of course i do! i just never heard of a protection seal like this before—”

“because you're still learning, dear.”

he's right... and you perk your ass up, wiggling on your tippy toes and letting the sauntering man tug at your panties to the side.

getō can feel his mouth water, almost drooling and he doesn't hesitate to drop to his knees at level to your pretty cunt; gazing at the fat of your lips glistening with a slippery mess of your slick clinging between them, practically drooling...

his cock twitches, feeling himself throb hard in his tethered confines — aching with a bulging need to tent up.

“so perfect...” eyes squeezing shut, you feel a long and wet, broad stroke of his tongue slicking from your clit and dragging upwards to your pretty little weeping entrance. laying a flat, slippery tongue, getō spits out a wad of drool, letting it dribble between your folds and spill onto his tongue before poking a nuzzling, pointed nose into the crack of your ass.

your knees almost buckle, turning them inwards with crossed eyes and ridden knuckles scratching against the shelves...

getō prods the point of his tongue and teases it along your cunt, lapping and tasting every slick web you gush out — his glossy lips smack before delving a needy wet muscle between your folds, and curling it deep into your aching pussy; feeling how his tongue flicks against your gummy walls and slip past your heated core. and his hands keep a cruel grip around the soft mounds of your ass, keeping them spread nice and wide to nuzzle his face in deeper — to keep his slick tongue pushed into your cunt, fucking you with his warm muscle in need and in feral intent to lap along your walls.

he can feel you twich in his hold; your thighs trembling at each lick he strides against your pussy makes you whimper out. and it makes him wreck with a sleazy smirk.

so cute, he thinks, but so stupid.

a firm hand claps hard against the perk of your ass, feeling the ringing contact sizzle a warm tingle against your skin in burning heat; firm and cruel with digits tugging into the soft flesh and molding it into his hold... getō keeps you in place as he leans back up with a wet, sticky mouth glistening beneath the sheer lights of the room, and a hard cock pressing against his buckle — almost popping as he groans out,

“just one more step, sweetheart. you're doing so well, so proud of you, angel.” his voice is soft against the shell of your ear, kissing along the lobe with eager hands looping his belt from its ties.

your mouth hangs loosely, only pants and soft moans spew through... still trying hard to wrap your thoughts around this — this is still a protection seal, right?

“now it's time to close in the seal, claim it and make it known.” hearing metal clasp and leather chit against fabric, his baggy pants fall loosely around his ankles; crumpled lazily in the prior rush to expose himself to you — his heavy cock bobbing out and twitching up against his tummy; flush tip pearling with a sticky pre and beating a blossom pink.

“getō!—” he's quick to clap his hands around your mouth knowing you'll yelp out at the sudden and invading fill; forcing a deep arch to bow in your back as he reels your head backwards at the sharp pull to your mouth and stuffs his cock impossibly deep into your cunt.

muffled moans slipping past through the small cracks of his fingers, your heart strums with an ache, feeling it pulse and throb in sync at each barreling thrust he plummets into you with — feeling him quickly set a cruel rythen with haste movements and longing greed. and it makes his pretty earthy eyes to flutter, almost rolling back, unlike yours, already knocking to the back of your skull in growing elation.

“shh, shh, i know, i know...” getō groans through gritted teeth, trying hard to keep the skin-to-skin echoing in the library at minimal, but the tight feel your pussy wraps around his length makes it difficult — forcing his hips to rock harder into yours; watching your perk ass bounce against his pelvis at each cruel, tingling contact too, even salivating at the wet gush your pussy drools with when he slips his tip back in...

he keeps his palms flat against your mumbling and babbling mouth; arms stretched out and keeping you quite the best he could, but the way getō bucks his hips forwards and curves his cock just right to hit deep into your cunt makes you set loose into a boggling gaze — throat bobbing and scratching with wanton mewls.

a rough wave of pleasure shook at your core; the raw rutting inside you was sheer ravenous as getō pushed into you to the hilt. and in a moment of weakness, your hands scramble for purchase but fall pliant against old books, almost ripping and tearing at the sheets of dusted paper for a safe haven, feeling your gummy walls flutter and slick with your mess.

“cumming f’me princess?” he shudders, feeling your pussy squeeze and milk around his cock; a pretty translucent, milky ring barring around his length and globbing up as lube eases himself with a ridden pace.

knees almost sinking in, you feel your sticky mess drool down your thighs before dripping to the carpet in a clear puddle...

“good girl... feel too good f’you huh?” like auditory caramel, and the delicious control in his voice makes your chest sink in with heaving, shaken breaths.

not acknowledging the very harsh grip around your mouth and jaw — that is sure to blossom with bruises, you only cloud into a drooling frenzy, elation stirring to the very core of your tummy, and letting out inaudible sounds of bliss as getō used your little hole like a glorified sleeve. and soon his pace grew to a brutish and unrestrained tempo; his hips stuttering into a blur as he barreled his hefty length into your weeping cunt in every cruel motion.

‘now it's time to seal it, little one...’ he thinks deeply, almost chuckling at your stupidity for falling for such a stupid act, but it worked, and it lead him to feel his balls tighten, and a eager cock to twitch with a needed knot to pop...

the crude sloshing and belches of fluids slicking acted as a fine undertone for the drastic moans threatening to spill through and echo into the little library as getō pumped his cock into you, bucking in hard with a cruel and last thrust; forcefully and clapping his hips against your backside for a final time. running through throes of passion with such intensity, you felt his cock twitch and pump with a sticky mess to spurt out deep into your cunt; warm and sticky cum fills you up, feeling it settle and paint your walls with a milky spunk.

you both shudder, wrecked and sweaty.

getō moans deep, a guttural sigh bobbing at his throat as he slowly slips out; relishing the sticky feel of your cunt trying to swallow him back in.

“there angel... you're all safe now, no lousy little curse is gonna touch you.” he sighs, trying hard to keep the rotten act as he frees you from he barred hold. and you gasp, sucking in air as your eyes fall to the puddle that molds into a crusted mess in the carpet below you...

you nod, breathless — speechless.

“t-thank... thank you master getō...” you sputter out, knobbly legs trying hard to keep straight.

and as getō stuffs himself back into his confines with a sleazy smile resting at his lips, the wooden door of the library swings open.

“yo.”

gojo.

satoru gojo, your brother, was standing right there in front of you both.

thankfully, a rickety bookshelf was between you all, covering your dignity and mess...

“satoru! just in time, was just teaching your sister about curses.” getō cleared his throat and pats at your ass before walking around the shelf with hands in the air to greet him.

“getō, c’mon! i said i was gonna take her out and show her some real curses, not just talk about them — that's boring.” gojo steps in, but his nose whiffs in the air.

“y/n? what’re doin’? looks like you just ran a marathon — getō, must've been teaching you about that brutal curse sukuna, huh? made me break a sweat too.” gojo scoffs jokingly, but his brow raises over at you, only for getō to shove himself in his way,

“yeah, she couldn't even get through it all without breaking down, clearly she's not ready to even see real curses yet, gojo.” his smile is large and cocky as you try hard to gulp down a breath of air...

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asurix · 3 months

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''You're cunt taste just like sweets~''

Ranpo x fem!reader ♡

Genre: NFSW/SMUT, fluff at the end, sub!Ranpo on fluff♡

Content warning : Smut,Cunt l!cking, vag!nal sex, fem!reader, afab,praising,degrading,dom!ranpo,sub!fem!reader,mean!dom,unprotected sex ♡

There no way i wouldnt let this man...

ANYWAYYYY ML i will call you my luvies/moots for the people who follow me <3!! i am very very very new when it comes to TUMBLR i am not new to fanfic and i have written a bunch of them in wattpad...yeah ew, ANYWHO i am going to make my first post about my cute amazing lover RANPOOOO yaya applauds for him because i know he loves praises JJAHDJKAHDH but i will of course begin i wont let you guys wait ♡♡♡ but please be gentle on me this isn't my first time but i might have spelling errors so please spare me :c

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 RANPO

You were sitting at the office at the ADA workplace, you normally write reports at you're apartment but you had to stay for a bit longer due to issues of dazai causing problems wit kunikida wich made them pretty slow, so you had to overwork for just today, as you were sitting at you're desk writing the reports you glanced at youre former partner Ranpo, as usual he was eating a lolipop not even bothering with the mess, the hard candy wrappers, goody bags and chocolate wrappers all over his desk, you softly sighed still not understanding how he could be the ''smartest'' detective at the agency but so stupid and childish? you had enough of that thought and continued working, but for Ranpo he wasn't working with anything at all because Fukuzawa was getting off his case just because he's the most respected person at the agency,

Ranpo playfully walked over to you're desk and placed a hand on you're computer trying to close it, as he was about to you caught his hand and pushed it away just slightly, not for him to whine and complain about how ''aggresive'' you were. ''Oh come on Y/N! you dont need to be like that'' he said brightly, ''Like what?'' you asked confused, ''you're acting boring like theres no meaning to life, light up a little would you?'' he said a bit annoyed and confused as if he didnt understand why you were like this, '' Come again?'' you said once again baffled, ''You know what i mean!'' he raised his voice a little bit, you ignored him and went back to you're work, as soon as you were about to lift you're pen you felt something touch you're cloth underneath you. ''Ranpo what the?-'' you got cut off by a slight moan as you felt Ranpo pull you're panties out the way so that he could expose you're already wet cunt for him, ''such a pretty cunt'' he said still holding his lolipop from before

As he finished his lolipop he asked a question that caught you off guard, ''i wonder if you're cunt will taste just like sweets Y/N~'' just as you were about to protest you got once again cut off by Ranpo giving you're cunt kitten licks ''ah~ R-Ranpo...what are you d-doing?!'' you bickered with slight bit of pleasure but it wasn't really something you wanted, right?

Ranpo didn't listen to what you had to say and continued licking you're cunt, pushing his toungue deeper inside you

'' You taste just like sweets Y/N~'' you gasped loudly as he started circling the tip of his tounge on you're clit,

'' You like that dont you?'' he said smirking he loves seeing you in such a state ''y-you idiot...what the f-fuck is A-AH~'' you choked on you're moan as he pushed not 1 but 2 fingers inside you, '' f-fuck n-ngh~ please Ranpo i think im going to-'' you looked down to see ranpo giving you a playfull wicked look, '' Dont you worry beautiful ill make sure you feel really good~'' Ranpo said innocently, as he got out of the desk, stood up then unbuckled his pants, ''w-wait wait Ranpo!'' you said frightened, just as you were about to say something he got behinde you then lined up, ''you ready?'' he said kisses her neck from behinde, ''Ranpo...'' you said softly, ''yes, Y/N?'' he said back matching you're energy, '' Please go slow..'' you said shivering out of the climax you were about to hit from him just sucking you're clit and fingering you, ''he slammed inside her without any warnings, she gasped almost at the verge of crying,

''NGH~ RANPO YOU WERE'NT S-SLOW AT ALL?!'' you whined with anger and frustration, ''sorry princess ngh.. y-you're just so fucking tight i-'' he hissed as she cleanched around his cock, ''you're such a slut Y/N'' he smiled, breathing and huffing, he put his head on the crook of her neck and started penetrate her fully, ''ah~ Ranpo i'if you continue like this i might-'' she whined, ''Not yet beautiful, you're such a good bitch, all moaning and whining for me'' he grinned but groaned right after. ''you can come now beautiful'' she moaned as she reached climax, Ranpo cumming right after, they both exhaled making a hot steam of atmosphere surronding them,

''I hope i did a good job beautiful~'' he smiled, breathing heavily ''as if! you never got premission of me do so what makes you think im happy with you idiot'' you said ranted, ''so i didnt do a good job?'' he lamented, ''well...i guess you did a okay job'' you rolled you're eyes but soon got caught off by Ranpo giving you soft kisses on the neck, you giggled at the unexpected movement Ranpo had just pulled.

You both cleaned up and started chatting, you were sitting at the desk you guys had just fucked, Ranpo was sitting on you're lap, wrapping his arms around you're waist and his head crooked on you're neck, he was mumbling about something but you couldn't make out what he was saying but instead you both went to sleep

In the end of the day you alone got scolded by kunikida for not finishing the report you were assigned to do.

#ranpo smut #bsd ranpo #smut #fanfic #bungo stray dogs #anime #manga #bsd smut #ranpo x fem reader #ranpo x reader #bsd #౨ৎ — archive

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writingoddess1125 · 4 months

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Could you spare some moments of Shanks and Viv’s mother? Please. I’m begging for some crumbs, they are criminally underrated!!

Sure!

One Sided

Shanks x Fem Reader

<<< Old Man Series

What was suppose to only be a fling on your end.

You had been a baker for your whole life, your parents being bakers and your parents parents being bakers. You'd had wanted adventure, something rebellious- Yet you had found something different...

"I think I'm in love with you (Y/N)" He whispered in your ear. Your eyes widening at hearing this as you stared at him shocked, it was too sudden and it felt like his words had swept you under the tides all the sudden.

At the bar that night, a Captian with bright red hair cause your wondering eye. He had said he'd only be there for a short while, buying you drinks and flirting with you. It seemed like the perfect adventure to you, especially when the two of you went back to his ship together.

By morning, you slipping away from his bed before he could wake up. The adrenaline long gone and a comforble sorness between your legs was all that had been left-

You'd didn't expect him to come into your bakery the following day, with flowers in hand and asking you for a date. Shanks cheeks as red as his hair as he shuffeles before you like a school boy wanting his first kiss.

How could you refuse?

The next few weeks started a falling romance, a whirlpool of feelings that you seemed to have a hard time catching up to.

You could see he was falling hard for you, while you fell into confusion. Every night for those weeks you laid in bed together, you unsure if it was lust or the starting of love bringing you there.

"I have to leave tomorrow morning... I have a journey to make" Shanks said softly, laying next to you in your bed. You looking to him surprised.

Part of you was relived- while the other part was hurt?

"For how long?-

"I don't know.. But I want you to see me off tommorow.. If you want, you can even come with me" He said softly, playing with your hair.

You could see his eyes shimmering with affection and a desire for you to be there, so you cuddled against him and nodded.

"I'll be there to see you off.." You whispered, that sentence being enough for Shanks to know the silent rejection of you coming with him.

By morning, you had made the two of you breakfast in your tiny kitchen. It felt far too domestic to go unnoticed by either of you-

After breakfast the two of you walking together to the docks, silence following the both of you like a heavy blanket. Unsure of what was to come next-

Once to the docks, he turned to face you- Looking over your face as you cleaned into his gentle touch, Shanks leaning into place soft kisses on your cheeks and pulling you flushed against him like he had done ever night and every morning.

"I-I.." You couldn't speak, your cheeks feeling blushed at this point. He chuckled a bit sadly and lowered his head, clearly a bit embarrassed at himself for his own sudden words.

"Don't force yourself Love" He said calmly, rubbing your cheek with his thumb gently in affection. Guilt now hitting your chest a bit, unsure of what else to say as you bowed your head also embarrassed.

"I'm sorry" You whisper, earning a chuckle from Shanks.

"Don't be- Never apologize for how you feel..."

There was a moment of silence between the two of you it was almost awkward- almost. You looking up and just greatful for his kind words.

"Be safe- You hear me?" You say softly. This earning a chuckle from the man.

"Of course and I'll come back for you- And ill make sure to hear those words from you one day" Shanks said with a bright smile, pressing a kiss to your lips as he stepped away from you and onto his ship.

You wave to him, watching him as he conducted the crew to set sail. He stared down at you, His red hair haloing around him as the winds picked up.

"I'll see you again (Y/N)! Don't forget!" He called out, You of course smiling and nodding.

"I wont!"

With that the ship pulled away from the tiny dock of your village, sailing away from you. An unfamiliar pain hitting your chest as you watched Shanks sail away from you, a burn of tears hitting your eyes you didn't expect.

Standing on the dock as you watch his ship go over the horizon. Touching your chest, right above your heart where it ached the most.

"I think I love you too.."

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zeddyzi · 9 months

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hello Z, have you thought about making a pine point animation as another short or a comic?

i mean i dont think itll really be as huge as ramshackle cuz i only have so much time + energy, but i ammm doing a cringe lil pine point oneshot comic in my spare time

its my first attempt at writing something thats not comedy so uhhh i prob wont post it anywhere or ill keep it patreon-only hahahahahahhaha :’’’’)))

#pine point

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martinijordan · 5 months

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My kitty is sick. :(

Honestly, I don't know how to do this and if I'm doing this wrong, I do apologize. But I need a bit of help. My cat, Loras, who is 7 years old, has fallen ill with a fever sunday 12/3/2023 and has consistently had this fever come and go ever since then. My family and I have taken him to the doctor for testing and xrays to try and pinpoint what has made him ill and how to better treat him. However, up until now, despite all the testing, his fever is still considered something of unknown origin. And while we try to keep his temperature down - the vet bill has gone up considerably. While it is my family and I's top priority to take care of him and provide him with the best care, I know this isn't going without causing considerable stress on every one within my family especially as this takes place while we are enduring other ongoing financially taxing events (car troubles and paying off vet bills from my other kitten's (Binx) surgery). If you could spare anything at all, to help with paying off the debts made by the vet bills it would be greatly appreciated. if you can't donate, sharing this with others would be just as much help. So far, Loras has an appointment with the vet again on thursday (12/7) and friday (12/8) for a recheck. We are hoping his fever stays down and he wont require more extensive testing but if it comes to it, he will be given all he needs.

I've changed my kofi goal from getting a tablet to paying Loras' bills because honestly, he comes first. I don't need an upgrade, i need my baby better.

Here is my paypal link incase you would prefer to donate to paypal: here

( & This is a link to the original kofi post I made of this today if you'd like to donate through kofi. ) Thank you for everything, even if just reading about my bby loras. P.S. please excuse any typos i may have. Im tired.

#signal boost

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mugentakeda · 5 months

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its like I desperately DO want to explore Iroh maybe emotionally manipulating Zuko his very manipulatable nephew. NOT because I hate Iroh and think his actions in the show are all 100% manipulation but because I love him and how shitty he is. He's like shitty on accident and it's great.

"Whoops accidentally isolated my nephew whoopsies accidentally formed codependency with him. Oh well time to play scrabble" its so slay

THERES THIS UNFINISHED FIC I READ ON AO3 THAT GOES SUPER INTO THIS ACTUALLY i loved it so much it had such a heavy hand in changing how i view iroh (because when i was a wee middle schooler and first watched atla i too viewed uncle iroh as a do-no-wronger). at least the emotionally manipulating part. heres the link if you wanna read it :) now under the cut im about to spazz a bit on the topic of iroh and zuko and im not gonna make anyone read this word vomit unless they really want to LMFAOOO

the way i see it book 1 iroh was still in the dregs of grief over lu ten and was also still dealing w The Order which i imagine had him on thin ice for a WHILE before he managed to score the grand lotus promotion.

i personally dont think iroh was THAT distantly caring of zuko like he was portrayed to be in the fic i linked above and on the contrary i think he was having a Horrible Time during zukos recovery from his burn. but he was still distant in the way that he didnt know zuko that well yet and it was mostly the guilt on top of projecting himself and his feelings about lu ten onto zuko (the first of what will become Many) and thinking along the lines of “how could any father do this to their son, it angers me because id give anything to have lu ten back”, but then once iroh comes to love ZUKO then its “how could ozai do this to zuko”

but despite all that theres still a seven layer salad of problems, miscommunication, misunderstandings, guilt, baggage, and projecting. iroh comes to love zuko fiercely by the end of book 1 after he snaps out of his apathy and is forcibly booted from the ship, therefore a fugitive and therefore harder for The Order to access. SO, he can finally focus on getting ozais venom out of zuko. sadly, as ive said before, iroh only managed to get some of the venom out of himself not even a full decade ago. And its worse, because irohs an older adult.

thats not just a childhood and teenage years of propaganda and crimes. its a whole lifetime. And hes on time limits. sozins comet is coming. his nephew is really good at catching up with the avatar. the order tells him that sentiment and guilt cant get in the way of their goals. its a nice idea to realign zukos ideals with The Orders so iroh has an heir if he decides to take over once they hopefully topple ozai, or if he doesnt want to rule at all so zuko can take over instead- but if ozais venom reaches too deep and zuko cant be helped, The Order will take the measures necessary to remove him from the equation.

between the stress of trying to get zuko aligned with being ok with the avatar toppling his dad and sister and entire nation in less than a year with whatever methods the avatar sees fit, only like a few gallons of his own fire nation bullshit problems being flushed out a few years ago with plenty to spare so hes Really not the best at trying to get his nephew see things iroh himself doesnt even fully see, not realizing that zuko isnt the kind of kid that does well with vague proverbs and prefers it straight forward (and with enough tact to phrase things in ways that wont make him flip out when he hears things hes not ready to hear yet but at the same time without sugar coating), iroh is obviously not gonna do a perfect job.

matter of fact, id go as far to say hes not gonna even do a good job. ill give him one chewed up star and say he did a halfway decent job. a lot of people credit him for getting zuko on the right path as if he was the one that did the heavy lifting, when really he got lucky that zuko managed to pull himself out from under a fucking MOUNTAIN of deeply embedded propaganda and violent physical and emotional abuse trauma in under a few months versus iroh whos still working on it after YEARS. and his doesnt even include the abuse trauma. zuko is strong as fuck and that is his strength and nobody else deserves to be credited for that. iroh gave him pointers and a nudge in the right direction, but didnt give zuko a map and also made him take the route that involved zuko crossing the bridge with an evil goblin that would only let him pass if he solved his riddles three.

but DESPITE ALL OF THAT! despite all of that never getting properly resolved and discussed and brushed over- partly because brykes stinky asses giving irohs character the 180 and making him all ~hoity toity righteous ive never done anything wrong despite my obvious hypocrisy thats so bad it smells~ in book 3, partly because parents like iroh who have 100 million things wrong with them along with being bad at communicating barely Ever get their head right enough to sit and talk these things out with their kids, iroh and zuko still love each other so, so fucking much.

its the little things and the implications that get me the most?? iroh basically collapsing onto zuko during the siege of the north when he leaves zhaos ship and burying his face in zukos chest. zuko telling iroh that for the last time hes NOT playing the tsungi horn. iroh pestering zuko into going back to the port to find a fucking tile for a game that iroh can just buy new of and zuko just growling and stomping off. iroh pumping his fist and grinning at zuko beating up zhao during their agni kai. their banter. his nonchalance at zukos bluntness and rudeness. iroh bothering zuko into going to bed to no avail. his snarky remark at zuko sitting in his room in the dark instead of going on a walk with him. iroh sucking up their argument from the night before over ozai and going with zuko to join azula despite his suspicions while glowering at all the soldiers like a huge snarly bear protecting their cub. like UGHHHH THE VOICES THE VOICES!!!!

its just not a realistic parent child relationship if there arent an equal amount of softness to ease through the complicated tangles.

its the apology plate of cut fruit after the shouting match. you hate it because its like why wont you just say sorry to my face with your words, but then you realize you wouldnt know how to respond in words yourself, so you just eat the shitty cut fruit and say youre sorry back by doing some equally lame act of service later that day just to make the ground fully even again and all is forgiven without even having to say it outloud and both of you are thinking we’ll definitely talk it out later. later wont ever come but the love wont leave anyway so who cares (you both care).

i literally love them SO much dude i dont have enough words they have so many issues we should feed them ibuprofen by the spoonful and put them in a blender

#IM SORRY THAT THIS IS SO LONG ANON #this isnt even the 10 page thesis i told you guys about i could go on longer but i shall Refrain #HEURGHHHHH #asks

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bugbart · 6 months

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UPDATE: help a weird trans artist in between jobs

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Thank you so much to everyone who helped me out! I am thankfully EMPLOYED again after a longass time job hunting!! The donations I got have been very helpful bridging the gap for things like groceries and gas, so thank you again!!

hey guys its me, bart @bugbart, and i hate to do this but i need to ask for some support

i wont get into the nitty gritty but my job has been an extremely transphobic and unhealthy place for me to work. my manager even agreed that a lot of the issues i was having with both the owners and customers were due to being gender non-conforming. there were lots of other issues but that was the biggest one for me.

My anxiety and mental state at this job has gotten so bad that I was at risk of harming myself last night. I am safe now, but it made me realize I need to get out of there (no job is worth k*lling yourself lol). So i put in my notice.

i thankfully have enough $$$ to pay for rent/bills for november, and am actively going to be searching for another job, gigs, and opportunities to sell my art in the meantime, but any support to help me through to december would be really appreciated.

if my art has ever made u smile and you have some spare cash laying around, it would really really help me through this situation and i would be so so grateful. its also my birthday in november so you could consider it a bday gift.

ko-fi.com/bugbart (my comic is here too if you haven't checked it out yet, its choose your own price)

v*nmo @ bugbart

0/$550 (what ill need for rent in december)

thank you again 🤘

#transmasc artist #not art #mutual aid #support trans artists #boost

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coldresolve · 23 days

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Hi, I'm Elias, I'm a 26yo trans guy from Denmark. I write shit, I draw shit, and I get into unneccesarily tedious arguments with anons about torture apologia in fiction. I think that sums up my vibe

I've made a few posts about this already, but tl;dr: the Danish NHS has been refusing to treat me for gender dysphoria for the better part of a year now because they've deemed me "unstable." Unstable how, you ask?

I have depression.

No, that is quite literally it. Full context under the readmore.

Fighting to be heard and having the door repeatedly slammed in your face sucks peak ass, and I'm done now. The NHS is so lackluster when it comes to trans people, all of a sudden, it makes perfect sense to me why 31% of transgender Danes get HRT outside of the NHS.

And I'd rather not have to turn to the black market, so rn I'm hoping to get a prescription with GenderGP. The issue is, I'm poor as fuck and can't afford the start-up fees for the forseeable future - unless I do something like this. I hate asking others for money, and I hate it even more if I'm not in a place where I can give anything in return. But I also recognize I'm in over my head with this, so. If you've got a cent or two to spare, I'd be grateful as hell.

I've mathed it out, and my best estimate is that I need around 3500,- DKK / $500 USD. Again, this is just to cover the initial subscription as well as mandatory consultations/blood tests. I should be able to cover the prescriptions on my own, as well as further tests/consultations down the line, so I'm hoping this is a one-and-done sort of thing.

paypal: [email protected]

Also, important note. We're in a global cost of living/housing crisis and this isn't a strict life-or-death situation. If you're in a tough spot right now, don't send me anything, that'd just make me feel worse about asking. I appreciate the thought but you gotta take care of your own needs first. Peace and take care ✌️

So I've been dealing with major depressive disorder since I was 11. It runs in my family, and as you might imagine, after 15 years of living with this thing, I've learned how to manage it pretty well by now. I know what it's like to genuinely be unstable - and if I were in a place like that, no problem, I'd be open about that. I wouldn't be making decisions like this. I know myself. You kind of have to when you're dealing with a chronic mental illness.

Here's where I am right now: I've got no suicidal ideation, been clean from self harm for four years, no psychosis, no inpatient admissions for the last five years. I live on my own, take my meds, and I'm keeping my life in order. Depressed, yes, but about as stable as someone with my history can get, and ask anyone who knows me, me wanting to get on HRT isn't some spur of the moment decision. I've done a fucking decade of soul searching, and a few years ago, I finally (duh) reached the conclusion that living as a woman isn't something I can even fake being content with - believe me, I've tried. I'm well aware of the scope of medical transition, but I'm settled in who I am. And I just want to live like me now. That's the only thing I want.

If it counts for anything, my partner and family have supported me through this, which has been priceless obviously, but it also goes to show that me saying "I'm capable of making medical decisions" isn't purely a personal assessment. I'm pretty sure they'd speak up if they thought I was being unstable about it or whatever

But the CPH clinic for sexology, who have consistently refused to listen to me telling them all this, have somehow magically aquired divine knowledge on my capacity to make adult decisions about my own body, and on the basis that I have MDD, they're refusing to even set me up for a preliminary interview - one that would preceed a 6 month full-team psych evaluation before the prospect of HRT would even come up. They said in their latest refusal that they wont accept another referral from me until a year after my last in-clinic conversation with them, which happened on October 24th, 2023 - meaning that with the NHS, if they accepted my referral come October (which I don't have much faith they will), the earliest I could possibly get on HRT is April 2025. Arguing for my own sanity would've sucked enough as is, but it's made harder by the fact that they won't even talk to me. You're a trans guy who would like healthcare, but you have a mental illness? Good luck, you're on your own. Long live the Danish bureaucracy.

Dysphoria makes me fucking miserable. I'd rather not have to write a sob story here, and tumblr is like 80% trans people so I guess a good portion of you can imagine why waiting another year for the possibility of maybe-perhaps-if-all-goes-well getting on HRT would not actually make me less miserable about it.

So. I'm sitting down next week along with my mom to file a formal complaint with the patient's rights committee. I don't know what to call this other than some form of discrimination on the basis of mental illness, because nothing in my current situation would prohibit me from making medical decisions for myself. And I honestly don't think that a complaint is going to do much, but I intend to make it obnoxiously long, because by law, a specialized doctor and an attorney have to read through the whole thing. If you can't beat 'em, make 'em read 50 pages of you going into detail about why you think they suck, right

And yeah, like I said, in the meantime, I'm trying to go via GenderGP. It'd be nice if my poor ass could get HRT via the NHS instead of having to pay out of pocket, but apparently the bar for entry requires that you 1) have gender dysphoria to the point where it impedes normal function and 2) somehow aren't mentally ill. Who wrote these rules? Some 60yo cis guy in a suit in Christiansborg, I imagine.

Feel free ask about anything relating to this whole situation, I'll be as open as I can about it, cause I understand that if you're going to give money to someone, you want to know what it's going to. Though I hope you understand I'm not going to doxx myself more than I already have now, or give you my entire medical history - only what's relevant to my current situation.

I know Denmark is a welfare state and on a global scale we're doing alright, but I hope you don't mind if I say this: This shouldn't be happening as often as it does. Fuck the Danish NHS.

#other #slight self doxx ig #idec ill post my bare ass for testosterone #do rb if u want but also no pressure. i want this whole thing to be on a want-to only basis alright

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