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Black!Reader Content Creators

Here’s an ever-growing list of black content creators on tumblr that write black reader, whether it be headcanons or fics! 

This list will change as more people are added! And please let me know if you see any mistake or if you are the writer and need a name change! And please respect the creators by reading their rules and DNIs when you follow them!

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// TW (?) BLOOD

Have you checked the ongoing event? When I read the title I just had to draw this lol. Wanna draw him together with Beel as killer T cell too at first but I’m kinda lazy _(:3/

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my friend just told me that there's a secret second dashboard that solely contains posts from people you've turned on post notifications for, and when i click the link in the messages it opens it within the tumblr app, so the tumblr app also has a secret second dashboard for post notification blogs, and the only way to access it is to open the link for it within the app.

i literally love tumblr

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Continue✨ Keep going✨

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please enjoy some childhood media <3

BARBIE

barbie as the princess and the pauper

barbie and the magic of pegasus

barbie in the pink shoes

barbie: mariposa

barbie as the three musketeers

PBS KIDS SHOWS

martha speaks (playlist of assorted episodes, some may be blocked in the usa)

word girl (playlist of assorted episodes, some may be blocked in the usa)

cyber chase

SCOOBY-DOO

scooby-doo! and the alien invaders (part one) (part two)

scooby-doo goes to hollywood

scooby-doo! legend of the phantosaur

scooby-doo meets the boo brothers

the scooby-doo project (1999)

scooby-doo, where are you? (playlist of assorted 1969 episodes)

scooby-doo in where’s my mummy?

scooby-doo: wrestlemania mystery

STUDIO GHIBLI

nausicaa of the valley of the wind

kiki’s delivery service

spirited away

from up on poppy hill

my neighbors the yamadas

pom poko

tales from earthsea

porco rosso

the cat returns

ocean waves

the secret world of arrietty

the wind rises

when marnie was there

whisper of the heart

WINX CLUB

season one

season two

season three

season four

season five

winx club: mystery of the abyss

OTHER

the last unicorn

it’s the great pumpkin, charlie brown!

percy jackson & the olympians (2010)

percy jackson & the olympians: the sea of monsters (2013)

tales from moominvalley 

little bear (all episodes)

into the spider-verse

frozen (2013)

feel free to add more

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𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙊𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙨...

✑ Sniper Mask x Male! Reader

✑ Genre: Fluff

✑ Word Count: 849

✑ Warning(s): Swearing

✑ Author's Note: Because I couldn't get the street racer idea out of my head I'd a whole ass fic for it

Wiping your hands of the grease from your previous customer, you sighed hearing another person come in. "Who the hell is it this time?"

Getting out of the car was a tall man in a suit. Nothing too special until you caught sight of his mask. Sniper Mask. He was quite possibly the best street racer to ever grace your presence. Which leads you to explaining what you do.

You're a collision repair specialist, but not just any. You worked under the table with illegal racers. Making sure the police never found out or knew of these stunts.

"What'd you need today?"

"Just a quick touch up, make sure it all looks spotless. Tomorrow's a big race, as I'm sure you're aware of." Sniper paced around his car, examine it with a close eye. You followed after, making mental notes on what to do. "So, how much?"

You looked at him for a moment, letting your curiosity get the better of you, allowing your mind to imagine what he looked like beyond the mask. Remembering you had been asked a question, you focused. "With your car and the paint I'm gonna need.... I'd say about $4,000."

Sniper huffed, paying. "It's times like these I'm tempted to quite this," he muttered

"I certainly wouldn't stop you."

"What did you say?" He almost glared at you as he awaited your answer.

"Judging by your reaction I'd say you heard me. Granted I get a lot of money from you guys, especially since I get the full amount, it just seems dangerous to me." You let out a breath, rummaging through the paint. "I don't see the point in street racing. Risking everything just to race some dipshit. I don't know, just seems like a waste of time to me."

Sniper watched you, rendered completely speechless. What the hell was this boy on about? Racing was pointless? Not in a million years.

"Then let me show you."

You stared at him, almost entirely repulsed by the idea. "And why should I? It's not like you can change my opinion. Trust me."

Sniper wasn't one to take no for an answer though. Once he was set on something he was going to see it through. And this. This, he was going to see through. Right to the finish line. "Meet me at the usual spot at 12 pm, got it? I'm sure you know the place, you've heard conversations."

With that, Sniper Mask left, leaving you to fix up his car and make this decision. His arrogance was nothing short of infuriating. Oh if you could just shut him up. The things you wished you could do were better left unsaid. But, that didn't stop you from thinking.

The dreadful day rolled around, and as promised, you met him. With a forced smile, you waved to get his attention. "It's me."

Sniper strolled over to you. There was no doubt in your mind that behind that smiling mask he was smirking, mockery saved just for you. "Didn't think you'd actually come. By the way, I never did catch your name."

"(Y/N)."

He whistled and nodded. "A boy like you with a name like that.. It'd almost be enough to make my heart melt, if it weren't for your hatred of racing." He hopped into the driver's side, not waiting for your response. He already knew what was bound to happen next. "So, are ya' gonna get in the car or not? It's not like we have forever."

Huffing, hating the way that stupid compliment affected you, you got in. You were ready. Not to be suddenly amazed by racing, but ready to get it over with.

"Hold onto something. It's not like you're used to this kinda stuff." For once, you listened to him and held on. With the start of his engine and the push of a gas pedal, you were both off.

Speeding down the vacant streets, the wind blew through your hair. Sniper Mask passed his opponent only to be met side by side with them once again. Winning never looked easy, but the way Sniper held himself made it look like he was on a peaceful morning drive. It was amazing to see him in motion.

He moved with the hands of someone who remembered what it was like and engraved it into their head everytime they felt the smoothness of the leather steering wheel. The scenery passed by in a whirl, mixing the colors in a tornado of light.

Maybe racing wasn't all that bad.

Before you could even process half of what you saw, the race was over. To no surprise, Sniper Mask had won. It was a shame to see people challenge him at this point, but you gave them credit for having the guts to still go against Sniper.

The two of you got out of the car, and Sniper Mask collected his winnings. He leaned into your ear and whispered, "I saw that smile of yours when we were in the car. Maybe you should be my lucky charm from now on, yeah?"

Taglist: @keijism ; @noyasboxdye

© All rights reserved to playb0ysuna. Do not translate, plagiarize, or claim any of my writing pieces.

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Feel free to ignore this but I feel like the prompt "I won't kiss you until you ask/want me to" would go oh so perfectly with Asmo

I got the prompt from another otome game where the character who said this was immediately interested in the mc and make them go on dates with him through means of blackmail (though he only wanted to experience normal dates because he was a celebrity and only knew the flashy life) as they didnt seem interested in him and that's a new concept for him and he says it multiple times and eventually the mc dies have to option to say yes

Idk I feel like the whole scenario fits with asmo and his charm or lack thereof towards mc and their relationship development

Pairing: Asmodeus/GN!reader 

Tropes & TWs: Asserting boundaries, Pining (requited) 

"Oh relax, pet," The demon cooed, his arm wrapped around your waist, body pressed close, too close, hip to hip. "I won't kiss you until you want me to." Asmodeus tilted his head, his perfume cloyingly sweet. "And we both know you'll be begging for it."

As mockery dripped from his voice, coy and arrogant, the flustered spell Asmodeus had woven over you was broken.

It was satisfying to place your hand over his chest and shove, forcing the demon back. "You can relax a little, then. That won't be happening anytime soon. We're here to watch the show." you gesture vaguely to the runway, and the seats along either side of the stage. "So, let's watch, shall we?"

Asmo stood back for a moment, blinking. This wasn’t how this sort of thing normally went.

There had been such a lovely warmth coming from your cheeks as he had pressed close- and now it was gone. The moment had passed, and he’d failed to expand it.

Shame.

He settled down in the folding chair next to you, arm wrapping around your chair back, fingers carefully minded so they wouldn’t be touching you. Teasing aside, a boundary had clearly been set.

You could still feel the heat of his arm through the thin chair back, but you appreciated the lack of verbal brouhaha involved in getting him to back off a little.

“So," he began, inclining his head towards you in a conversational invitation. "I know you're very excited for me, because you came to this premier. Have you ever been to a fashion show before?"

You nod along as he speaks, passively noticing that other demons have begun filling in. Fashion journalists, Majolish bigwigs, and fans of Asmodeus are who you expect to be here, and you're not surprised to see well dressed demons with varying degrees of interest- some, sorry, many have cameras, some professional, but mostly just D.D.D.s in assorted kitschy cases. A few have notepads, and even fewer still radiate power. Your gaze slides back to Asmodeus, his face pleasant, and his expression interested.

"No, not in person." You answer honestly. "I've seen the occasional clip online from when something really eye catching happens- like a change mid-catwalk- or photosets floating around tumblr."

Your 'date' gives a thoughtful hum, considering. Trying to think of a way to describe what to expect; this isn't the human realm, but-

"I'm excited to actually see one in person, though." You tell him. "You've put a lot into this, too, so I’m excited to see it."

At this, his train of thought is derailed, and all he can do is blink at you, stunned.

"I mean. Not much gets you to give up your precious beauty routine...." You pause, self conscious with his silence. "My sleep routine is pretty, ah. Nonexistent, but, I've noticed your light on when I passed by- and you've been hunched over a your drafting pad for weeks now."

"You noticed?" Asmodeus hadn't meant to say his thought aloud- he didn't care for how vulnerable his voice sounded either. "But it's a bit mean to call it 'hunching', isn't it? I curve into a comfortable sitting position for work, that's all. Cute of you to look for me, though; I guess you can't help but be obsessed with me." He finished with an over the top sigh, as if he was pining. Much better.  

You laughed at that, the both of you tucking any unspoken vulnerability under familiar banter; Exaggerating your perception of one another and their action, ignoring the good natured insults you laid at the others feet. Talking about nothing until, suddenly, Asmodeus would find himself speaking honestly, taking note and care of your reactions and opinions. He hardly noticed as the rest of the seats filled.  

This wasn't normally how it went, and that frightened him.

He was usually so sure of himself- so sure of his company's adoration, he might as well have been speaking alone. He knew his adoring fans latched onto his every word, every breath, yet.

And yet he felt so heard, so seen, when he spoke with you. It was addicting when you gave him attention, and it was the end of the world when you weren't.

You'd given him so much, more than the two of you would be able to begin to comprehend in your moral lifespan.

And yet, as the lights dimmed, he found himself wanting more, still. Wishing that you would lean closer, close enough that he could feel your breath on his lips as you asked, 'Kiss me?'    

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Can I Really Wear A Dress?

This was..written in like ten minutes late at night oopsie

Masterlist

Content: amab reader, trans mtf reader, body dysphoria tw, mild self-loathing tw

The parts don’t go together. Your body is one thing, your head is something else, your heart says something totally different, nothing makes any sense. Wouldn’t it be better to go under the knife? But how long would it take? What would it cost? How much would it hurt? What if something went wrong? Can I even-

“Hey, what’s up?”

-Kirishima is so sweet. He mentioned he was going out today, is he going to invite me with him? Maybe he’s here asking for another study session.

“I’m going out, want to come with? Sero and Ashido are coming. Couldn’t convince Bakugo, and Kaminari’s stuck with Iida and Momo since he bombed the test yesterday.”

“I don’t blame him, that one was tough!” Y/n groaned. She smiled. “Yeah. Gimme a sec to change, I don’t want to go out looking like a hobo.”

“Yeah… Might want to buy some new sweats while we’re out.”

Kirishima chuckled, withdrawing from Y/n’s room, having cracked the door open and stuck his head in, leaving Y/n alone once more in the vastness of her unkempt room.

Sweats… They’re comfy, but I should probably stop wearing sweatpants.

Y/n stood up from her desk, abandoning a notebook half filled with math equations but mostly with doodles. She walked over to her closet and picked the first dress she saw, changing quickly so she could think about anything else but the plagues in her mind. She had to stop herself from running down the stairs, eager to get out and have a good day not cooped up in her room stuck in her own head.

“Hey, Y/n!” Ashido said excitedly. “Ready to go?”

Y/n nodded, grinning.

Mina’s always so happy, and she’s so strong! She really is the best.

“I just know Ashido’s going to drag us around to every store in the mall,” Sero said, raising an eyebrow. “Prepare your wallet, L/n.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Y/n said. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“Hey, if you run outta cash, I’ll cover you,” Kirishima said happily, gathering the group and leading them out of the dorms.

It was a peaceful train ride to get to the mall. Ashido kept eyeing up an attractive stranger who got off two stops after they got on, Sero was spewing an unending chain of dad jokes he learned on the internet, and Kirishima was listing facts about Crimson Riot the whole way. Y/n was just happy to be a part of any of their conversations.

As soon as they got to the mall, however, Ashido zoomed off to a jewelry store and disappeared. Sero got lost in Build-A-Bear Workshop.

Y/n, afraid of being left on her own, stuck to Kirishima like glue, never letting him out of her sight.

“D’you think Ashido or Sero’ll come back anytime soon?” She asked, following Kirishima into some fast-fashion shop full of tweens. Kirishima grimaced.

“Probably not,” he said. “Last time I came here, Ashido stopped at the food courts and ended up coming back an hour later than us on a different train.”

“Oh, was that the time last week when Kaminari came back totally zapped?” Y/n asked, remembering the loud yey as Kaminari entered the dorm. Kirishima nodded. “I should really get out with you guys more. I never get to see him embarrass himself in public.”

Y/n stared at a pink dress as they walked past it, taking it in before following Kirishima to the men’s jeans section. Not noticing he’d stopped, she bumped into him awkwardly.

“Sorry. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said. “My fault. Is something up?”

“You looked like you wanted that,” he said simply. “Do you want to try it on? I can pay if it’s too much for you.”

“The dress?” Y/n asked, unsure of what he meant. Kirishima nodded. “Oh. It’s cute, but I don’t think I could pull it off.”

“I politely disagree,” Kirishima said, grinning. “Go try it on! It really is cute, I think you’d rock it.”

Y/n smiled shyly, walking back over to the dresses and flicking through the one hanging on the rack, trying to find her size. She finally did, holding it up so Kirishima could see as he kept browsing the jeans. He gave her a thumbs up, and she went to the dressing room, eager to try it on. If Kirishima thought she’d look good in it, then she would, right? After all, he was one of the sweetest people she knew.

She pulled off the dress she was currently wearing, cream-colored with a floral print, and stared at herself in the mirror for a few minutes.

…It’s just not right. Who am I kidding, just because Kirishima thinks it’s a cute dress doesn’t mean it’ll look any better on me. If anything, I’ll just make it less cute. It probably won’t even fit, it’s not made for people like me. Maybe if I looked more like Ashido, then I could pull it off. She looks good in anything! I’m not like her, though. I should just put the dress back. It’s not like I’ll end up wearing it. I’ll just end up in sweatpants and a t-shirt again as soon as I’m back at the dorms. Even the dress I’m wearing today doesn’t look good on me. I should’ve worn something else today. I can’t-

“Hey, Y/n, you’ve been in here for a while,” Kirishima said. There was only one occupied dressing room, so he assumed that was where Y/n was. He took a seat on one of the benches. “You okay? Does it fit?”

“Um- No, it doesn’t,” Y/n lied, panicking. “And it doesn’t look that good either, so I think I’ll just no get it-”

“Can I see it?”

Y/n paused, staring at herself in the mirror before looking at the dress, hanging off one of the pegs on the wall. She sighed quietly, taking it off the hanger and slipping it on quickly. She opened the door to the dressing room she was in and brushed off the skirt awkwardly.

“I don’t really-”

“What do you mean it doesn’t fit? That looks awesome on you!” Kirishima said excitedly. “Turn around!”

Y/n spun around slowly, showing off the dress. There was some comfort in Kirishima’s enthusiasm, but the dress still didn’t fulfill any particular dreams.

“Do you really like it that much?” She asked. Kirishima nodded.

“It’s super pretty,” he said. “I told you you’d look good in it, didn’t I? Do you want me to buy it for you?”

“Um… No,” Y/n said awkwardly, seeing herself in the mirror again as Kirishima gently turned her around, carefully examining the strappy back of the dress.

“Really? Why not?”

“I just… I don’t want it,” she said.

“You looked so in love with it earlier,” Kirishima protested. “Is it uncomfortable or something?”

“I just don’t think I look good in it,” Y/n mumbled. “You’re really nice, and I’m happy you like the dress, but it’s not for me.”

Kirishima sighed, taking a deep breath.

“I don’t like the dress,” he said firmly. “I like you. I like all the dresses you wear. Actually, I like everything you wear! You’re so pretty!”

Y/n walked back into the dressing room and closed the door, changing back into her other dress slowly.

“I’m not pretty, Kirishima,” she said, voice wavering. “…I’m hardly handsome, either. It’s just not right. The dress doesn’t look good on me.”

It didn’t take much for Kirishima to put the pieces together. Y/n had never had a particularly feminine figure, though he thought it was just because she had more muscle than most of the girls in their class. She was really strong, after all. She went out of her way to do very feminine things, more so than the other girls in class, even going so far as to learn how to make different teas from Yaomomo or to have Tsu teach her how to do complicated braids. It all fell into place when Y/n said ‘handsome’.

“The dress does look good on you, Y/n,” Kirishima said, his voice more firm than Y/n had ever heard. “And you are pretty. Beautiful, even! You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met. …Emphasis on girl.”

Y/n didn’t respond.

“I don’t know what’s going on in your head right now, but I do know you look good in dresses. And in skirts. And anything else you wear! …You use the girls’ bathroom, and you wear ladies’ perfume- the same one Uraraka wears, just a little less of it- and you do your makeup even better than Ashido does. Even if you don’t want me to buy the dress, I want to hear you say it looks good on you.”

“…I look good in the dress.”

“Damn right you do.”

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Taglist: (Want to be on it? Fill this out!) @forrest-fern @adminbryantsaki @kirishibaby @nightwingsgirl @bumbleswipe @devilgirlcrybabiey @sageyrage @a-mongoose @dompubliczn @romancefiend @jodrawssmut @dearestdynamight @romancefiend @patchworkpuzzle @angelmidoriya

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MLM Creek

Uh yeah I post art too even if it's late

(I noticed I'm getting lots of notes on my pjo ask, and I'm sorry for not posting the uh sequel, but I hated it and started to procrastinate. I'm also working on the other requests I swear)

#tweek x craig #sp #south park #tweek tweak #craig tucker #pride flag #pride month #mlm art #sketchbook #wholesome #my boys #sometimes you just wanna hold boyfriend #HUG: INITIATED #fanart #must hold the boy #sp fanart

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can you talk about being intersex and cis? how do you know if you're cis or trans when you're intersex? i promise this isn't meant to be rude i'm just a little confused as to how gender works when you're intersex. thank you so much.

I’m cis because I’m afab and still identify as a woman. If I was afab and identified any other way, I’d be trans. I’m intersex because my body itself has a mixed bag of secondary sex characteristics and hormones.

The label “intersex” itself isn’t a gender identity as much as it’s a way for people with mixed or ambiguous sex characteristics to define that experience. There are cis men and women who are intersex, trans people of every kind as well. I’m sure there are intersex people who just identify as intersex entirely but most intersex people I’ve met still identify as male, female, or nonbinary. Because your body doesn’t determine your gender identity.

Also, the opposite of intersex is perisex. You can be cis or trans, while being intersex or perisex. If you’re not intersex, you are perisex.

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After an accident that has left me with a hairline fracture in my vertebrae, I am now in desperate need of additional funds in order to get an increasingly critical surgery to prevent paralysis or death. This is in addition to the already established itinerary of surgeries needed to remove the multiple growths in my spine that are expanding and growing everyday. I am terrified of what feels inevitable, and I am in so much pain. I truly need help. I am sorry to continue bombarding your dashboards with my pleas for help, but I wouldn't be doing it if this were not a life or death situation. Please share this, and if you are able, I sincerely need donations. All of my expenses are piling up on me all at once, and I can't number the amount of panic attacks this catastrophe has caused me to have. I am so terrified, and I honestly feel so much shame in having to ask for help to keep me alive, but if there is anyone that can spare anything out of the kindness of their hearts, I cannot tell you how much it would mean to me. You would quite literally be saving my life.

I only have so long before irreparable damage is done to my spine, so I humbly plead with you all to share this and donate, if possible. I love you all, and wish the best for you. I sincerely hope that this is one of the last posts of this kind that I will ever have to make.

@one-time-i-dreamt @posts-from-a-brighter-timeline @pancakeke @anime-penis @my-gender-is @that-twink-over-there @jacobgalapagos @bastiaan-deactivated20190305 @hathagay @thetrashchronicles @wereralph @incorrectstevebucky @misterghostfrog @arsarcane @hotelmaintenance @plantsplacesthings @gofundmereach-blog

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The Cure for Nightmares (Nico di Angelo x Male Reader)

This is probably the longest thing I’ve written for this account. It might jump around. It’s also like 3k words of world building lmao and I’d put this as two parts but fuck that

Disclaimer: I did not read the Kane Chronicles so I know nothing about Egyptian mythology or the books. Tried my best to put some bullshit lmao

Requested by: @imgayandilikeit Well I’m think that let change the hole Greek Demigod love each others , we have other religions for heaven sake and so I’m thinking that Nico x Egyptian demigod!male reader , son of Anubis =))) both of their fathers is the gods of dead/underworld

Word Count: 4639

Moving to New York was probably one of the worst ideas anyone gave you.

Keep reading

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I’ve been reading ur post and I just wanna request the brothers reacting to MC being fully able to fight back and win against belpie but didn’t in fear of hurting him? Probably knowing he would be a strong opponent too sorry if it’s too much😅

Yes, give MC the power...! This turned out way more crack centered than I expected 😂 please enjoy the picture I NEEDED to make upon seeing this request:

Demon Brothers React to Badass MC

🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔Ding Ding🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔

Lucifer ->

What in the Devildom?!

I mean, initially mans is upset with the entirety of the situation.

You disrespected his wishes and ended up unleashing his youngest brother who's having a temper tantrum.

In the shock of Belphie grabbing MC, they yeeted poor cow demon boi across the room.

Takes note to ask Diavolo if you're actually human.

Lucifer be looking at MC like 👀

Mutters a "Well helloooo" under his breath

Mammon ->

First impression: "Holy F*ck human..!"

Second impression: Wait...is that why MC chuckled every time I said the Great Mammon would protect them???

*Yelling like hes at a professional UFC match*

"Oi that's my human!"

"Place ya bets for who wins this round!" 💰💰💰

*Brothers all look back at him in equal shock*

"Oh..uh...Oi, that's my brother you're throwing!"

*whispering behind MC* "Kick his butt MC!"

Levi ->

*Levi.exe has stopped functioning properly*

Did..did you really block an attack from a demon WITH YOUR ARM?!

YOU DIDN'T EVEN FLINCH?!?

Has to take a few moments to process how to word again.

"Yo MC, you some kind of anime protagonist???"

You better tell him if you are!!

Instantly falls in love.

Mans got heart eyes and all 😍

Oh wait shit....uhh belph...you good?

Satan ->

Excuseh MOI?? 🙀

*glass shattering meme*

Actually speechless for the first time in centuries.

Stands stupefied while his brothers are all screaming nonsense.

Doesn't even look to see if Belphie is okay, he's sure he is.

His eyes are too busy zeroed in on MC looking like they could take on the world.

This human....oh my

Oh shit, ya boi in love 😻

Amgry blush because this is the exact moment he realizes he might have a type.

Asmo ->

"MC look out! I JUST did your nails darling!"

*dramatic yelling*

MC: "One moment Asmo, kind of in the middle of something."

Gazes on in amazement as MC holds amgry bull literally by the horns.

Not sure whether to be shocked or turned on.

Hint, he's both.

He knows he shouldn't be cheering on a human while his brother gets tossed around like a rag doll.

But you go MC! Kick his ass! 📣👏

Make him pay for messing up your nails! 💅

Reluctantly pays to get Belphies nails done too.

Beel ->

Heard the *ding ding* of what he assumed was a dinner bell.

*rushes over excitedly* 🏃‍♂️💨

Met with the sight of his twin and MC lunging at each other.

Belphie got knocked clean off his feet, you're both fine....?

Filled with enough emotions to make him forget about his hunger for a few seconds.

*Grabs you both, one in each arm and hums happily as he hugs his two favorite people* ♡

Kind of hard to keep fighting when the gigantic softie is hugging you both.

Safe to say, thanks to Beel you ended your fight in a tie.

Belphie ->

Mans is shooketh.

He came at you thinking he was gonna wreck your shit.

You're still standing???

Looking like you took no-

*has been yeeted*

Sitting with his ass in the air, staring at his brothers upside down in complete confusion.

🙃⁉️

Doesnt want to admit hes somewhere between impressed and crushin'.

Hides embarrassment by covering himself with his tail.

*love interest #7 has entered the chat*

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UK petition: Make non-binary a legally recognised gender identity in the UK

[ Sign here ]

Here in the UK, it has been proven in court that nonbinary people are protected “beyond any doubt” under the protected characteristic of gender reassignment in the Equality Act 2010. By not including nonbinary people in the Gender Recognition Act 2004, which allows only binary trans people to change their legal documentation (e.g. birth certificate) to reflect their true gender, the government are breaking the law.

You can sign if you live in the UK or you’re a British citizen living abroad.

This petition has 39,538 signatures so far, and it needs 100,000 to be considered for debate in parliament. It’s also the petition getting the most signatures right now (2nd May 2021). You can check out the signature rate here.

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I don't even remember the last time I posted something here in my blog, since school is killing me in this period, but anyway... I was able to do a silly sketch, so....

Here is a crossover nobody asked for: Obey Me x Friday Night Funkin'

(Because I kinda became obsessed with that game lately-) so we have:

MC (gender neutral) as Boyfriend

Mammon (because he is our first man come on-) as Girlfriend

Solomon as Pico

It isn't digital art so it probably sucks, but I tried my best so I hope you enjoy🙈

Have a nice day/night and stay safe!✨

[thatlowiqbabe]

Euphoric | Peter B. Parker x Trans!Male!Reader

request; "Why do you always steal my clothes?" prompt with peter b and ftm reader please? tysm!!<3 - anon

summary; Peter always does wonder why you steal his clothes.

warnings; none!

Peter never understood why you always stole his clothes when you had your own, such as the hoodies and the t-shirts that he had specifically bought in the men's section of Tesco, the ones that were baggy enough although not massively so that it would seem odd; ever since you had told him about being trans, he had been more than happy to set a few pounds aside here and there in order to get you the things you wanted to help - binders, packers, boxers, anything that you had admitted to wanting, he had gotten it for you, usually as a surprise on the tougher days. The days where you couldn't shower because you didn't want to see your own body because it didn't quite present how you thought it should, how it didn't look like you. He always set some money aside to get those things for you, despite the fact that he could hardly afford to pay his rent, despite the fact that you kept telling him not to worry about it and that you would scrounge up the cash somehow, some way. But even still, he never did quite understand why you stole his clothes time and time again.

It was a cold day for April, the wind blowing harshly despite the bit of sun amongst the grey clouds, it looked like it was going to rain at some point, and as Peter approached your door, he smiled. He had shaved this morning, and had ensured that he was wearing the little pronoun badge he had picked up off of a street vendor a few weeks back - it only set him back about fifty pence. He raised his fist, and he gently rapped upon the door, bouncing on his heels while he waited for an answer.

He couldn't help but to smile, stopping himself from rolling his eyes when he saw you there, wearing his old hoodie from his time at college; it was baggy, sure, although not painfully so, and he could see the fraying strings and the faded stains on the dark grey fabric. Clearly, you had attempted to wash the battered and bruised and beaten old hoodie.

"Why do you always steal my clothes?" He chuckled, letting himself in after giving you a kiss in greeting. He sat up on the kitchen counter while you busied yourself with making him coffee.

"They make me feel good," you shrugged with a soft hum. "Y'know, like... I dunno, they just make me feel really happy about myself, my masculinity."

"I get it," Peter said quietly, the realisation suddenly hitting him as he dared to tilt his head as he smiled at you. "Y'know, I don't think I've ever seen a man that has ever looked so handsome in a hoodie before."

You rolled your eyes fondly, finishing making the coffee and gently pressing the mug into his hands. "Thank you."

"You can keep it," he replied, "but it'll cost you."

"It'll cost me?" You questioned with a half-grin and a raised brow.

"Just a kiss."

Getting between his legs, you laid one hand at the back of his neck, the other at the back of his head as you pulled him close enough that you could press your lips to his; you were thankful that you had Peter, not just because he was kind and he was understanding and he was supportive, but also because he made you smile like no one could. He made you laugh, he made you feel like the world was going to be alright in the end.

"Pete?" You whispered upon pulling away.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."