#and I wanted to post something in general bc I get anxious when I don’t lol
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A wip Wednesday on Wednesday bc it gives me the illusion of productivity anyway here’s my first official doodles of 2023✨! I can’t wait to finish them it’s my mc, Tana, Hadrian and Alessa from anathemafiction’s IF the Golden Rose!
I’m gonna tag @coldshrugs @impossible-rat-babies @laaskrin and @brambeag no pressure ofc! <33
#the golden rose#oc: tatiana romanus#ch: hadrian#ch: alessa#wip#wip wednesday#wip whenever#I never start a tag meme and I always wanted to kinda#and I wanted to post something in general bc I get anxious when I don’t lol#also I’m really proud of these lines so far
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hobie brown x shy/quiet!reader headcanons
spider-punk x reader this is not a drill
long as hell I’m so sorry
a/n: reader is mentioned as being a mom friend but imo that can be gender neutral so this can still be read by anyone!! if that makes you uncomfortable though please skip this post :)
I also imagine hobie as being 19-ish so it’s kinda implied reader lives alone but can def be read as younger!!
most people didn’t notice you at first.
you were quiet; really quiet. you’d mumble your thank you’s, whisper apologies, and generally go out of your way not to interact with people as a whole.
I feel like that gentleness/softness would almost draw hobie to you though?
he’d definitely first meet you as spider-man; saving you from some sort of robber or attacker. and then he’d see you be so shy about thanking him and apologizing as if it was your fault??? he finds it sweet but also kinda concerning for you tbh
and over time he begins to notice you more and more during his patrols; something about you just draws him in.
he definitely likes that you don’t try to tell him or others what to do lol
after talking to you enough as spider-man, and you start to open up, he begins to like you even more
you listen to some of the music he likes? your humour?? not to mention how genuine you are???
(also very useful if you happen to be a “mom friend” type who keeps first aid, candy, etc on you at all times!! he’d definitely appreciate a lollipop to help with the pressure changes while swinging around or a bandage for his cuts)
speaking of which if you ARE the type to have those things on you he may start seeking you out if/when he gets hurt
and after that even when he’s not tbh he’ll just pretend to have a headache and eat some of your candy on your couch lmao-
one time though he comes with wounds a little too serious looking for the standard wet cloth and bandaid treatment you had been used to; and it scares you
you raise your voice a bit louder than he’d ever heard, in a scared tone that was different than your normal anxious voice, and you tell him he should probably definitely go to a hospital
“but I like you so much better” he leans in a little too close, holding on to you a little too tight to keep himself steady, and you suddenly realize the reality of you situation
spider-man is in your living room. he’s bleeding a lot. and you’re the first person he thought to come to; because he likes you? not like that obviously- unless it is like that? NO. people barely even notice you, no one would ever feel like that type of thing for-
“you’re staring” you can feel the shit eating grin on his face; it’s practically burning through his mask
you stutter out an apology and after stammering around for a moment you get him to sit down and do your best to treat his injuries
you can tell the disinfectant stings by the way he flinches whenever you apply it, as well as his teasing that he “thought you were supposed to be nicer than the nurses” but he does his best to sit still and let you dress all of his wounds
you both remain still for a moment, and you think you can feel his eyes on you but you’re too scared to look up. your hands are shaking; they have been this whole time.
“that’s everywhere right? I didn’t miss something?”
he takes off his mask to look you in the eye and tell you he’s okay but you’re just like ????
:O
ANYWAYS you are once again staring bc you now know spider-man’s identity???
I feel like he’s gently hold your face and just give you a quick peck to make sure he wasn’t crossing any boundaries
but if you kiss him back? he’s NEVER stopping
he’ll start randomly crawling through your window with excuses of missing you or wanting to show you something
and soon he’s staying the night at your place or he’s swinging you over to his so you can stay with him
I think dates would definitely be super chill and more like hanging out at each others places than anything else
but if he does a show for his music he’d definitely want you there!!
he’d also probably pick you up and start swinging around the city with no warning just for the way you’ll grab on to him so tightly-
but ofc is you asked him not to he’d stop immediately!
doesn’t get super jealous or anything, he’s a pretty chill guy, but he will get sorta bothered if someone’s aggressively pursuing you even after knowing you two are together
like if someone doesn’t know and flirts with you he’s just like “yeah I’m lucky”
but if someone ever went so far to imply you should be unfaithful and/or should leave him he’d probably tell them to back off and either leave with you or put his arm around your shoulder and glare at them until they leave
either way he’s not starting any fights or anything though; he’s super comfortable in your relationship and hopes you are too
genuinely thinks you’re the most beautiful/handsome person ever like he WILL flex to the other spider-people if relationships come up
he’s really not in to pda though; he’ll put his arm around your shoulders/waist but that’s it. maybe hand holding depending on the situation.
but when you guys are alone he likes physical touch; don’t expect to be on top of each other or anything but having your/his head rested on the others lap or him just resting his hand on your leg is pretty common
he’s also not very big into gifts (he doesn’t buy into the capitalist need for abundance and all that) but he does like giving you jewellery/other wearable items bc he likes to see a reminder of himself/your relationship on you
pls make him a bracelet or something he’ll literally never take it off (also jewellery for any of his piercings is fair game)
he values small intimate things in a relationship; like painting each others nails, listening to each other rant about things you’re passionate about, etc
overall he may not be big and showy but he’s an amazing boyfriend and would love you like a lot
he’d also definitely write songs about/for you bc you’re so important to him and he wants the whole world to know that :((
I haven’t written fanfiction in forever but if anyone has any hobie requests I could write as headcanons I’m open to them!! :)
#not proofread#hobie brown#hobie brown x reader#spider punk#spider punk x reader#across the spiderverse#marvel#hobie brown x you
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synastry that tells me you want sex and they want a relationship😍 or viceversa
yes, proyecting my life into my posts is my fav thing. sorry for being late 😭 I was living so I could analyze and post😏for fun don’t take it seriously
Yubisaki to renren
yuki and itsuomi have nothing to do with the topic. I liked the picture and I WANT TO KNOW WHEN’S GONNA BE CHAPTER 39 POSTED
*SQUARE EDITION
Sun square Moon
MISUNDERSTANDING. the end 🥰 jk. but it’s really common for this synastry for the sun to want something casual and have sexual needs and for the moon to want a relationship and being delulu, idealizing little things. -I’m the sun- First of all, the situationship could have started accompanied by a misunderstanding. One part says one thing and the other understand another. Idk one could invite you to eat, for them it’s like nothing, like a way of being alone 😏 and for the other is a date that would take it to the next level: relationship, to being intimate with you but in a non sexual way. Even though you’ve tried to be more clear. at this point YOU HAVE TO BE TRANSPARENT.
Jupiter square Moon
it’s giving sag and cancer, imagine the most known features of each sign in a relationship: freedom and comfort. 🚫NO 🚫🙅♀️🙅♀️ if the two of them enter into something, there’s gonna be a REALLY unhealthy relationship. Push over and codependent. the moon’s gonna be unsatisfied when’s about Jupiter’s behavior and they’re gonna be possessive over them. Jupiter wants to run but they’re too happy and they have a “everything’s gonna be okay”/“vibing” attitude, so they’ll stay. Jupiter’s attitude can make Moon insecure.
Mars square Neptune
LACK OF COMMUNICATION. Mars do something and Neptune doesn’t understand it. Mars is in charge in the relationship and Neptune suppresses themselves to be okay with Mars guidance but they don’t get it. They don’t get what Mars wants to do, they don’t get where’s the situationship going. Mars is at their own rhythm and Neptune doesn’t know what to do, so both of them look what’s happening. Neptune could be in their fantasy world were they let Mars do whatever they want bc at the end they always justify it. Mars is there to do the things they want, they can be seen as too cold or impulsive, and that feeds Neptune fantasies, bc what Mars do is not clear for them 😭
Pluto square Mercury
Pluto has trust issues and avoidant attachment and mercury wants to help and is really emphatic, they want to know them and understand their depth truth but Pluto doesn’t want to. Pluto doesn’t get what Mercury tries to communicate. It’s a confusion and struggle, still there’s tension. Sounds like a novel🖋️wattpad or ao3 hitting
(square doesn’t mean it’s not gonna work at all, this is based on my experience. obviously signifies more work and complexity)
*again, sorry. yes, I’m reading my synastry chart bc it’s my way of copying.
2H mars overlays and 5H mars overlays
5H mars overlays
if their mars is on your 5H, you are physically attracted to them, you want to have fun, sex. Mars could see you as childish and cute for no reason. they want to be excited.
2H mars overlays
2H wants to feel comfortable, they don’t feel the need to rush, they take their time. They want intimacy, to feel like mars is taking care of them in sex. But first, they need to have a connection that grew with time, they need to feel safe. Mars is seen as someone that can protect 2H, they have a more masculine role.
I think obviously this is too generalized but basing on my experience, 2H is like a turtle and 5H is a rabbit. -excellent example 🤪-. adding the other aspects.
extras
Part of Fortunes square Vertex synastry: luck square fate 😍 its not gonna work. and if you’ll try, you’re ending hurting them and yourself.
Vertex 12H synastry: vertex can feel constantly anxious and worried about the connection. it means they will have character development 🤩 or a spiritual awakening bc of the other person. Everything that has to do with 12H synastry signifies character development 🧍♀️
sag and pisces venus: WORST COMBINATION.
chiron opposite moon synastry: moon is hypersensitive about whatever chiron does. chiron’s actions open moon past wounds inevitably. chiron is pretty specific of what they want and later moon is gonna explode bc of what they’ve suppressed.
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❀ Based on my personal experience and what I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.
❀ English is not my first language
❀ I’m not a profesional astrologer
Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋
Do not copy. Please give me credits.
#astrology#astro observations#pinterest#astro posts#astro notes#astro placements#astrologia#synastry#square#aspects#synastry aspects#situationships#yubisaki to renren#itsuomi x yuki#vertex#mars square neptune#sun square moon#moon square jupiter#Pluto square mercury#moon synastry#mars synastry#whole sign system#sag venus#pisces venus#Chiron synastry#relationship#karmic relationships
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fluff, megumi fushiguro x reader
Thinking about Megumi looking at you from head to toe with a stern expression when you wear something revealing, avoiding having to tell you to change your outfit because he thinks you’re allowed to wear whatever you want.
But later when you go out, he grabs the first opportunity to put his jacket over your shoulders, or around your waist, as if nothing happened just so his pretty girlfriend doesn’t expose herself for everyone to see.
He spends his whole time doing his best to take care of you and treats you like a porcelain doll, though he never makes it obvious and just does it with little subtle things.
Megumi would avoid holding your hands, kissing you or hugging you in public, but when it’s cold outside and your soft little hands are freezing, he takes your hand to hold it inside his pocket.
He avoids physical affection with you in private too, waiting for you to let go of him every time you hug him out of the blue. Occasionally, pushing you away and pulling out of your embrace when it’s more than a few seconds.
But every time he feels conflicted or low in general, he’s the first to come and hug you. Eyes closed and deep breath in your neck, just so you can’t witness how embarrassed he feels to be the one to search for physical reassurance.
Megumi is honestly in love with you and never fails to show it to you without even noticing, never forgetting your likings and orders in every places you’ve been.
He makes you feel like life is easy from how everything you want or think about doing are already done when it’s in his power to make it happen.
As much as he catches himself staring at you in admiration when you don’t notice, and gets flustered when you finally realize.
“i wasn’t looking at you..”
He mutters, avoiding your gaze with a frown as his cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. Although you both know he was lying, living in denial at how his heart flutter every time you make eye contact.
Megumi could really spend hours staring at a photo of you when you’re away, amazed by how pretty you look in every angle and how much he feels his heart melt in love to know your his and only his.
Small and discrete smiles hanging on his lips when you tell him ‘i love you’ before hanging up when he’s on a call with you. Feeling an anxious tingle in his stomach when he tells himself ‘it’s the one, i’m gonna tell her’.
“i love you too”
But ends up whispering it to the beeping of his phone because you hang up knowing how hard it is for him to return your words.
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hi (: its been a while, i havent posted since ages bc i didnt quite know abt who or what.. and well i said i’ll post another one
but anyway here is one about our precious megs, i love him sm )):
hope y’all enjoy(ed), im open for suggestions and requests btw!
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©unknown-to. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.
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Hii! I wanted to tell you that I love your sub writing so much, it makes my day every time you post. Even when I’m not a fan of the character, I enjoy your fics. I can see you posting requests, but I didn’t find your request form. Maybe you’ll be interested in writing first time, but for AFAB! Genshin boys? I’d especially love to see Diluc or Gorou, but anything you’d like would be great. Ignore this ask if I'm out of line and have a nice day!
First time sub afab! Character x GN Dom! Reader
Characters: Kaeya, Ayato, Diluc, Gorou
A\N: I generally don’t do specific scenario requests, but you’re in luck, bc Ayato and Kaeya parts fully formed in my head the moment I read your ask, and then I got an interesting visual for Diluc, to congratulate him for coming out as a kinky goth. I added Gorou bc you asked, but don’t really like how it turned out tbh, but I hope you’ll enjoy somewhat.
Warnings: nsfw, fingering, slight degradation (name calling), nipple play, praise kink, overstimulation, oral (character receiving), cock stands for cock\strap (only relevant for Kaeya’s part, bc of shameless favoritism he gets twice the content)
Wordcount: 5,5k
Diluc
His lips are eager when you kiss him, but he's a little tense in your arms. He tries to hide nervousness, keeping up his usual confident demeanor, unbuttoning his cravat and vest with brisk efficiency, but his fingers are a little stiff and his cheeks are pink.
A bit of anxiety is normal for his first time, but you start getting concerned when you get to his shirt and he tenses even more, his movements becoming wooden. This is not a spontaneous decision for him, he clearly planned this evening for some time - he spent his birthday collecting fresh valberries in the mountains, made a special dinner for the two of you and after it pulled you into his bedroom, crimson eyes intense and excited. But even so, something might be wrong and you know he’s the type of stubbornly proud to keep quiet even if he becomes uncomfortable, so you gently cup his blushing cheek.
“Hey, is everything alright? You know we can wait, don’t force yourself.”
He huffs, half embarrassed, half exasperated, still not meeting your eyes.
“It’s not that.”
This morning he put on fancy underwear, red silk and lace, an expensive piece he bought sometime ago on a whim and never wore before. It seemed perfect for the occasion, and throughout the day he felt tingly butterflies in his stomach, like he was hiding something - for once, it had nothing to do with violence or intrigues of his enemies, but a secret to be shared between the two of you tonight, anticipation of your surprise when you see it on him.
But now suddenly he feels anxious about it. This piece is so unlike him, a flimsy half-transparent thing, it was meant for someone sweet and seductive, with tender skin and delicate build, some society beauty and not a warrior like him. What if it looks foolish on him, with his prominent angular hipbones, hard muscles and many scars? He should’ve stuck to his usual style, plain and black, instead of trying to feel special, and now the idea of you thinking he’s ridiculous leaves him almost irrationally paralyzed.
“Then what is it, baby?”
Candleflames all over the room flicker as he grits his teeth. He feels frustrated, mad at himself, but his temper urges him to act when he feels unsure. He unclasps his belt with jerky motions, almost angrily, you frown at this until you notice red silk underneath.
“Wait, what’s that? It’s beautiful!”
He finally looks up at you with relief barely hidden.
“Oh? You like it?”
“I love it. It looks so hot on you.”
He lights up, trying to look nonchalant, but can’t help a small flattered smile when you pull him into a kiss, melts against you, anxious tension finally gone. When you start rubbing his clit through the thin layer of silk, he shivers, clings to you, and because his eyes are still closed, at first doesn’t see that the candleflames are flickering again, now even brighter. When he finally notices it, he sharply draws his breath and all fires go out, plunging the room into the darkness.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” you whisper into his ear while caressing his tensed up body soothingly.
This is so embarrassing, he’s used to lighting up the candles with a quick thought, so now that his emotions are in turmoil which isn’t an anger of combat, his vision reflexively reaches for the familiar safe outlet.
“It’s not going to be okay when I burn down the house around our ears,” he grunts, violently bright blush glowing even in the darkness.
“You won’t. Let go, baby, just relax,” you kiss him, his lips, jaw, neck, keep stroking his clit until he starts squirming against you, unable to contain himself. You press him down on the bed, get rid of the rest of his clothes until he's wearing nothing but the red silk panties. You trail kisses down his body, sharp collarbones, heavy breathing chest, sensitive buds of his nipples that are hard even before you swirl your tongue around them, scarred ribs and tense abs, until you slowly pull his panties down and press your lips to his clit. He gasps silently, throws his arm over his eyes and clamps up his thighs nervously, and the candles lit up, volatile flames rising up.
“You’re so lovely, babe,” you whisper against his skin. “Open up, let me see you.”
He shivers like the candlefires all around you, anxious anticipation ready to turn to the deeper passion. He lets you tug his underwear off and spread his legs, exposing his wet flushed cunt.
“Good boy,” you murmur quietly and watch how his entrance clenches. You give it a slow, long lick and he gasps quitely, fire sparking up around the room. He’s been eating mountain berries all day, so he tastes fresh and sweet, a little tangy, his soft tender flesh pulsing under your lips in the same rhythm as the flickering flames.
When your finger circles his entrance, the light dies down again, you can see him nervously holding his breath. You suck on his swollen clit until his hole throbs and opens up despite the anxiety, then carefully slide your finger in and curl it to caress his sweet spot. He gasps, bucks his hips involuntarily, candles flaring up all around you. You ease another finger in, start fucking him, slowly incresing the tempo, and he tries to keep quiet, only lets out harsh chocked grunts, but the flames all over the room are beating feveresly like the wings of crimon butterflies, painting the room and his pale body in gold, orange lights and deep dark shadows.
When he’s close, he reaches for you, pulls you up with such a needy sweet whimper that you let him without resistance, throws his arms around your shoulders, holding you close. He’s thrusting his hips into your fingers, and the room is lit in the colors of the sunrise if it was not a slow ascent, but a beating heart, - pulsing splashes of amber and yellow, mauve pink and intense crimson, fires on many candlesticks and fireplace roaring up far bigger than they ever could. He comes pressed against you, fingers digging into your shoulders, and the candelabras and fireplaces all over the mansion light up, for just a moment the winery looks illuminated in the night like the dawn really exploded inside of it.
After, he falls down on the bed, breathing heavily, lips parted and crimson eyes glowing as he looks up at you, your fingers still buried deep inside him.
“Did you enjoy it, baby?”
“Yes,” he answers quietly, but firmly, blush on his cheeks, but no shame in his voice.
“Good,” you grin, spread his knees and watch his breath hitch. “Because your birthday present doesn’t end until you beg me to stop…”
Ayato
Ayato might not have personal experience, but he is not naive. He’s read about this. He knows all of the mechanics. He’s thought about this in detail and he has no shame about it. Why would he, when knows he’s exquisite, a pleasure for anyone to reap. False modesty seems ridiculous here.
He’s in between your legs, naked, his back pressed to your chest, a big mirror on the opposite wall, allowing you to see his pale, slender body fully.
Your hands glide over his skin, his shoulders, pluck his nipples, then down the chest and ribs and over tense stomach, until reaching down to his thighs. You spread his legs and fix them with your own, so he’s completely open, his pink cunt exposed to your eyes in the mirror, already flushed and wet. Your fingertip circles his clit slowly, lightly, and his body tenses in your arms.
“It feels different when you touch me,” he says, drawing his breath. “Sharper, somehow. Better.”
“Compared to what?” you ask, grinning, watching his subtle squirms in the mirror as you continue rubbing his clit with more and more pressure.
“To when I touched myself, of course,” he says, completely shameless.
“Have you imagined me fucking you?”
“Obviously. Haven’t you imagined fucking me?” he meets your eyes in the mirror with his little arrogant smirk, even as your hand in between his open legs makes him shudder.
“Of course,” you admit, smiling against the side of his neck.
“How?”
You kiss his arched throat and tender juncture between his neck and shoulder. “I think it’ll be more fun to keep it a surprise.”
As you tease his clit, his delicate folds tremble and open slowly, exposing his entrance, dark pink and pulsing with desire. He holds your gaze in the mirror, even if he swallows harshly and blushes.
“Have you fucked yourself there?” you ask softly, your lips pressed to his ear, your finger circling his twitching, wanting hole without entering.
“Yes…” his voice falters, he watches your movements intently. His entrance trembles and leaks a clear string of liquid and he blushes harder, but doesn’t try to close his legs.
“How many fingers?” you ask, still teasing his aching cunt. Your free hand roams over his tense body, sliding over the tender skin, playing with hard, aroused peaks of nipples.
“Two,” he’s breathing heavily through the open mouth, and you can feel his heartbeat fastening. You tantalizingly slowly stroke his silken wet folds, delicate like petals of his heraldic camellias, allowing him time to fully take in the obscene image in the mirror.
“Have you tasted yourself?”
“No… not yet,” he lets out, head dizzy from the scandalous depravity of this view of himself, naked, spread wide open, hips squirming needily, trying to get your fingers on his throbbing clit or dripping hole, bedsheets under him already stained with a wet patch. Such contrast to his usual controlled elegance and detached sophistication, and anticipation that this is just the beginning turns him on even more.
You finally slide your finger inside. He’s so wet that it goes in easily, allowing you to bury it to the knuckle. You hook it, stroking his pulsing walls, as he clenches around you, gasping through the parted lips, his eyes fixed on your hand between his legs.
You pull your finger out, a wet string drawing out after it from his hole.
His eyes snap to yours in the mirror, intense, demanding, and you smile.
“Look how wet and desperate you are already. You thought you could compare touching yourself to what I’ll do to you?”
Holding his gaze, you bring your finger covered in his wetness to his parted lips. You put it on his warm, waiting tongue and he blushes harder, pink almost as dark as his cunt spreading over his cheeks and neck, and starts sucking.
“I’ll wreck you. I’ll drive you crazy, make you scream until you lose your voice.”
You kiss his neck and stroke his soft inner thighs, watching his hole pulse and drool eagerly, as his mouth is working on your finger. You slide a second finger through his lips and start gently fucking his mouth, and he moans, his hips bucking involuntarily against an empty air.
You grin, circling his hard nipple, fingers of your other hand sliding over his tongue.
“I bet I can make you cum just from this,” you whisper in his ear. “Just from fucking your pretty mouth and you seeing yourself wide open and wet like a little whore. Have you imagined yourself undone just from that?”
He shudders, his moan muffled by your fingers. In the mirror you both can see how his hole opens wide as it pulses, showing slick pink walls, beads of clear liquid dripping out. He makes a choked gasp when you thrust two of your fingers in and comes immediately, his legs shuddering and hands clutching at your thighs.
You don’t give him time to get a hold of himself, start pumping your fingers inside, stretching his throbbing cunt as it clenches around you. He can feel the pleasure building up, nerve endings still sensitive from orgasm flaring up almost painfully sharp, his pussy makes loud, obscenely wet sounds as you fingerfuck it. He’s panting hard until your free hand slides up to his neck, caresses it gently, but firmly, and he tenses up, mouth open, eyes going unfocused. When you tighten your grip on his neck, your other hand still fucking his tight cunt, he comes hard, eyes rolling back and hips rising from the bed in jerky, trashing motions.
When he finally calms down, sweating and shivering against you, his thighs weak and covered in his own fluids, you catch his chin, force him to meet your eyes with a smirk.
“Still think you can do it yourself?”
He gives you his little spoiled smile, eyes glimmering from under half-lowered eyelids.
“I never do something myself if I can find someone who can do it better.“
Gorou
You notice how he starts fidgeting when you groom his tail, especially when you touch the base of it. It twitches in your hands, and his whole body tenses, while he’s hiding his eyes from you. He tries to be inconspicuous, biting his lips to keep quiet, clutching his hands on his lap, but you can see how he’s rubbing his thighs together, trying to get any friction for his aching cunt.
“Is something wrong?” you ask with concern.
“No!” he protests immediately. He was too busy with rebellion for so long, too focused and preoccupied with being a good general and keeping up respectable image for his troops that he completely neglected his love life, and now he feels too inexperienced, doesn’t know what to do when he realizes that he wants you.
“You seem uncomfortable, should I stop?”
“No, please, I’m fine,” he mutters weakly, still unable to meet your eyes. He’s ashamed, but it just feels so good. When you touch him, liquid warmth pools down in his belly, pulsing so maddeningly sweetly like he’s never felt before.
“Do you want more?” you ask, catching his chin. He blushes brilliantly and, unable to force himself to say it out loud, nods.
“Good boy,” you whisper into his ear when he meekly lets you pull him onto your lap, and he shudders, going weak and dizzy from praise and your hands roaming over his body. He starts squirming when you kiss him, slide your hands under his top to find the small buds of his tender nipples, already hard. His pussy throbs almost painfully, he wants you to touch it so badly it drives him crazy, but instead you run your fingers over his tense stomach, stroke his ass and sensitive base of his tail. He whimpers and bucks his hips against you, cunt already soaking wet and needy, and you chuckle.
“What is it, baby?”
“Please…” he whines. “Please touch me…”
You smirk, kissing trail down his neck, and he writhes desperately in your arms, but freezes when he feels you playing with the band of his pants. You still don’t touch his pussy though, keep drawing teasing circles on his stomach, moving lower and lower, but slow, so torturously slow. At the same time your mouth finds his nipple, hot tongue circling a little hard peak, and he mewls pathetically, arching, drawn tense like a bowstring, his chest rising in quick and shallow breaths under your lips. He feels hazy and overwhelmed, blood ringing in his ears, all his nerves painfully raw, so when your hand finally covers his clit, he comes immediately with a choked gasp, his fingers clutching at your shoulders, hips trembling, instinctively thrusting against your palm.
You smile, holding him close, let him lean on you, rubbing soothing circles over his back, your other hand still in between his legs.
“You’re really so sensitive that you can cum just from that, huh, puppy?”
“I’m sorry…” He blushes even harder, tries to hide his face in the crook of your neck, ashamed of himself, but most of all, of the fact that despite just coming, he still feels horny, his hole unsatisfyingly clenching over emptiness, and he wants so badly to have your fingers inside of him.
“It’s okay, baby. You did good. Do you want to keep going?”
“Yes!” he answers so fast and his tail starts swinging so enthusiastically that you chuckle.
“Such a needy little slut,” you finally start massaging his wet aching cunt and he whimpers gratefully despite embarrassment. “Take off your clothes.”
He’s glad to receive orders, he likes clear commands that he can obey and know that he’s doing good, be rewarded for that. He’s pulling his shirt off, but it’s hard, your fingers caressing his pussy distract him, make him shudder and tangle in his cloth. He almost loses his balance, but finally gets free, pink and panting, and you reward him by stroking his clit. He moans, grinds himself against your palm and tries to take off his pants, but he’s too wobbly from pleasure, tugging fruitlessly at his belt.
Impatiently, you pull him down and turn him over, so he’s lying on his stomach, and yank his pants off. He yelps in surprise, but doesn’t struggle, secretly thrilled by how easily and confidently you handle him.
You run your fingers in-between his slick folds, and he instinctively rocks against you, lifting his hips and spreading his knees, his face pressed into the bedsheets. He’s dizzy from desire and the thought of pleasing you, and pangs of shame for acting like this, exposing himself so needily only somehow add to the arousal, make it sharper.
You press a finger against his entrance and scratch his ears.
“Are you ready, baby?”
“Yes…”
You slide your finger into his tiny cunt and despite how wet he is, he’s still so tight that you have to work it in slowly.
“Had you never fingered yourself?”
“No,” he answers quietly, too embarrassed to meet your eyes. He only stroked his clit before, rubbing his thighs together, imagining you touching him, and it was enough for him to cum. Now he’s gasping, arching his back, thrusting up when you start pumping your finger in and out, but when you press another at his entrance, he whimpers pitifully and clenches up.
“Relax,” you tell him, softly stroking his back in reassurance. “You have to open up, puppy.”
He looks up at you over the shoulder, his bright eyes unfocused and gleaming wetly, bangs tousled and plastered over the sweaty forehead.
“But it feels so big…”
“It’s just two fingers. You’ll have to learn how to take in much more than that. You want me to fuck you with a cock, don’t you, baby?”
He bites his lips and nods, blushing violently. You press your thumb against his clit, sending white hot jolts of pleasure through his entire body, and he melts, his hole unclenching so that you can ease another finger in.
“Here we go. Good boy,” you curl your fingers inside of him, making him writhe needily in front of you, then carefully start fucking them in and out, slowly increasing your tempo, until he’s moaning and making tiny whimpers, hips bucking up erratically, fingers clawing at the bedsheets, his mouth going slack so that small string of drool escapes his lips. When you finally take your fingers out, he’s lost count how many times he came, flashes of pleasure rolling over him one after the other, leaving his body limp and his pussy sore, but so satisfied. You pull him to your chest and he curls against you, feeling tired, warm and taken care of.
Kaeya
He doesn’t tell you that it’s his first time. In part, he’s curious if he can pull it off, make you think he knows what he’s doing. He’s confident and graceful enough to seem smooth, and an amazing kisser, tongue sliding against yours on the exquisite edge between sensual and filthy. A blush that would look bright on someone paler just gives his ochre-brown skin a warm pinkish underglow.
Another reason is that inexperience is always a disadvantage and he doesn’t like showing weakness, only lets people have as much power over him as he knows he can take back or work around. He doesn’t want you to know how your lips on his throat make a shiver run down his spine, how a liquid tangle of nervousness and desire grows in the pit of his stomach when you unbutton his shirt, expose more and more of his skin. He shrugs off his jacket with a pointed carelessness, confident smirk never leaving his lips when you fully slide his shirt off his shoulders.
There’s no reason to see this as something special anyway. He wants pleasure, not complications, and if you knew, you might get presumptuous ideas that it means something or, archons forbid, decide to get feelings involved. You might treat him differently, slowly and carefully, like he’s fragile, which he detests. He had to be on guard since he was a small kid, he can handle sex. He likes the unrestrained hunger in your kisses, how roughly you grab his hips to pull him closer, how your hand slides between his legs to find him already wet.
“Impatient, aren’t you?” he asks with a smug smirk, unbuckling his belt.
There’s another reason, deep down, in the darkest corners of his mind, that he thinks about only very drunk and doesn’t speak out loud even then. He doesn’t deserve gentleness, judged unworthy and left for dead a long time ago. It’s a good thing that he realized it’s better for everyone if nobody cares about him too much. Sex is just for fun and nothing more.
“I don’t want to waste any more time getting to the good part.”
He lets you push him down on the bed, leans back on his elbows and lifts his hips to help you pull off his pants and underwear, a barely noticeable flinch of his thighs when he stops an instinctive urge to close his legs.
“Oh?” he raises an eyebrow with a playful complaint. “And I was looking forward to teasing you a little more.”
“Well then, go ahead. Anything you want, my knight. And I’d love to see how you plan to do it after already…” you flick your eyes over his naked body and smirk, “baring all of your cards.”
He scoffs pridefully, lifting his chin, making sure not to show that you calling his bluff caught him off-guard. It doesn’t matter, he was never the one to back down on his bets. He always liked a challenge and he’ll be damned if he can’t put on a show. If he was marked a sinner just by birthright, might as well get some fun out of it.
So he arches his back and spreads his thighs, an intoxicating feverish thrill from how hungrily you rake your eyes over him mixing with both his own arousal and nervousness into a heady, daring mix. “This is not even half of my cards… and you might never see all of them.”
His heartbeat echoes in his ears, fast and loud, but he holds your gaze with the same teasing smirk as he runs his hand down his body before slipping a finger into his wet cunt. The way you watch him, captivated, hungry, spreads the liquid fire through his veins, he grins wolfishly, wild, radiant. It feels so good, how he can make you move closer just by arching his neck and moving his fingers, like tugging a string, an almost gravitational pull between you bodies, desire strong enough to be honest at least in something, and at least for five fucking minutes it doesn’t matter who he is, just what he is now - wanted.
“Is this teasing enough for you?”
“You win this round without question,” you lean down, hovering over him without touching, and he lets out a breezy chuckle.
“Then what are you waiting for? Give me my prize.”
You claim his smiling lips and slide your finger into him, and he surprisingly feels much tighter than you’ve expected. He takes a few ragged breaths, a torturous, sweet burn of both of your fingers stretching him makes him dizzy. He tries to smile nonchalantly, but it’s a little too much, both pleasure and discomfort and the shamefully shameless way his legs are spread and both of you are moving inside of him, fingers touching, working him up.
He doesn’t want to come undone while you’re still too pulled together, too in control, so he throws his free arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer.
“Come on, fuck me already.”
“You’re still a little tight, baby.”
He scowls, tensing up, so you kiss his jaw soothingly. “Just a bit longer, don’t worry.”
You misinterpret him, he’s not worried that it’ll take longer, he’s worried that you even cared enough to take longer, and even worse, that there’s something small fluttering under his collarbones at the thought that you might care.
“I thought you wanted to get straight to the good part,” he challenges, purposefully arrogant.
“I’ve already got there,” you gently pull his hand out and bring it to your mouth to kiss his knuckles that still have his taste on them. “Seeing you mad with pleasure *is* the good part.”
He blushes, breath hitching for a second, fingers twitching against your lips. Probably because he’s irritated at how stubborn you insist on being for no reason, treating him like he’s made of glass.
“It’s fine. I can handle it. It always feels like this.”
“I don’t know what oafs didn’t bother prepping you properly before fucking,” you ease another finger in, “but I know how to treat a treasure when I get my hands on it.”
“I bet you tell it to any pretty face you get into your bed,” he says dismissively, his face showing nothing, but you can feel him tighten around your fingers. You didn’t expect that he’ll react to the offhand remark and even more, try to hide it, so instead of joking in return, you answer seriously.
“Of course not. And you know that you’re so much more than a pretty face.”
He raises an eyebrow with a crooked smile.
“Oh, really? Could I seduce you with my strategic planning skills? My unmatched talent for creating ice bridges?”
It’s weirdly endearing how inconspicuously he tries to fish for compliments, hiding it under sarcasm. He was always so confident and flirty, you didn’t consider that he might be used to giving compliments more than to receiving them, which seems like a terrible oversight on the parts of both society and you.
“Your sparkling charm. Your effortless sharp wit,” you tell him, intentionally without even a hint of irony, while slowly stroking silky tight walls inside of him. “The way you look after people, even when you hate to admit it. How you are smart, funny, capable and lovely. And too proud to admit that you want anything of this recognized.”
He opens his mouth to retort and somehow can’t find any words, gasping for air, his thoughts tangling uselessly as your fingers move faster and faster, your thumb pressing on his clit.
“See, I couldn’t say it to anyone else,” you whisper into his ear, curling your fingers to hit his sweet spot, feel him pulse and buckle his hips. “Because there’s no one like you, Kaeya.”
It’s the way you say his name, low and tender, that finally unravels him. He moans shakily, digs his nails into your shoulders, rocks himself onto your fingers, toes curling on the bedsheets.
“Yeah, baby, just like that, come on.”
You fuck him through the waves of pleasure, until movements of his hips become jerky and erratic. Then you slow down, but don’t pull your fingers out, just lightly circling his clit with your thumb, and his cunt aches, too sensitive and raw after orgasm. He closes his legs, but it just drives your fingers deeper. Instinctively, he reaches out for you, but you catch his wrists with your free hand, pull them up over his head and feel his walls clench.
“Hmm, you like that, don’t you, baby? You should’ve told me beforehand.”
He didn’t know he liked it himself before the very moment current of arousal ran through his body when you grabbed his wrists. Now, as you hold him down, looming over him, fluttery desire is wounding up tightly in the pit of his stomach.
“Isn’t it more fun to discover things for yourself?” he tries to sound nonchalant, but his voice comes out rugged, huskier than usual. “I told you I don’t show all of my cards at once.”
You chuckle, giving him a light kiss, one of your hands gently stroking the tender underside of his wrist and the other - his swollen clit. He looks gorgeous sprawled under you, slender and long-limbed, muscles tensing under the smooth skin, flushed and breathing heavily in the afterglow, his cunt softly throbbing under your caress.
“Well, I could have prepared something if I knew, but I guess we’ll just improvise.”
You tie his hands to the bedframe with his own cape. He can tell it’s strong enough to keep him from struggling, but not too tight to hurt or stop him if he really wanted to get free. He likes that, the binds on his wrists certainly feel good, but he’s not used to this, would hate to feel actually trapped.
You stroke his inner thighs when you spread them, press the head of your strap\cock against his entrance. He watches you slide into him, breathing heavily through parted lips, hands that tied over his head balling up in fists, but from the intensity of the feeling, not the pain.
“See? Doesn’t it feel better when you’re fully ready and opened up for me?”
He bites his lip and gives you a deliciously wicked grin, his voice dropping almost to a purr. “Fine, I’ll admit… You win this round.”
You catch his mouth and drive your cock deeper inside, until it’s buried to the hilt, and he moans into your kiss, rises up in a shaky, shuddering wave, his knees trembling closed and falling apart again when you start slowly moving your hips.
He rarely gets drunk enough to lose control, even slightly, no matter how much he drinks, and when he does, it’s always a conscious decision, a trade-off to forget himself just for a little while, even if he fully knows he’s going to feel like shit afterwards. Now he arches into you and closes his eyes with the same feeling, but it doesn’t matter. No one takes dirty talk during sex seriously.
“You can do whatever you want to me,” he whispers against your skin, barely audible, all in one breath like taking a shot of firewhiskey, “but tell me that you want me.”
“I want you more than anyone else,” you keep gradually increasing the rhythm of your movements, drink sweet choked gasps from his lips. “I want to take you whole, everything you have,” you reach between the two of you to stroke his clit, and he shudders, his long legs circling your waist to hold you closer. You see his long fingers twitching and reach up with your free arm, cover his tied hands with your own and intertwine your fingers. His breath hitches and he clasps at your hand almost painfully hard, and just for a moment he looks truly vulnerable and raw, no games, no smokes and mirrors.
“Promise me… Tell me that even if…”
He stops himself, shuts his eyes and bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, but the helplessness and yearning in his voice already cuts you like a knife.
“Kaeya, what is it? Tell me, what do you want?” you can feel him closing off no matter how much in your power his body is. “Anything for you, baby, just tell me.”
He comes apart, filled by you, legs tightening around your waist, fingers of his tied hands intertwined with yours, clutching hard enough to make even his tan knuckles whiten. When he’s arching in your arms, he blindly finds your neck with his mouth and lightly grazes it with his teeth, half a kiss and half a bite, leaving just a smudge of blood from his lip. Then he goes slack, his legs falling apart limply, his fingers letting go of you with a final shudder.
You slip out of him, but don’t let go, gently cup his cheek, his unsaid pleas still ringing in your ears.
“Hey, what did you want to say?”
He looks away for a moment, then meets your eyes with his usual easy smile.
“Nothing, You know how people talk gibberish when they’re close.”
Kaeya Part two
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nct 127 with autistic partners
pairing: nct 127 members x reader
type: scenario
summary: how the nct 127 members help their autistic partners
request: yes
warning: mentions overstimulation, touch, food, meltdown in johnny’s, stimming
a/n: please lmk if johnny’s makes any of you uncomfortable. i’m hesitant to talk about the topic even though it’s necessary to talk about and normalize. it’s just difficult and i know that VERY well. 🤍 also please know that these (and the skz one) are just small examples of what some autistic people can experience and these may not be the only ways they would help their partners.
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taeyong- you were surprised to find out that despite being so busy and having to worry about 20+ “kids” of his own, taeyong is really good about texting and checking in on you. not only with basics like, “did you eat today? drink your water? take your vitamins?” but he spends a lot of time away from you and he doesn’t want you to get anxious or worry about his feelings towards you. he never assumes that his actions are speaking louder than his words when a lot of the time you struggle to interpret the feeling behind actions anyways. he’s very forthcoming with how he feels about you and will often just tell you he’s been thinking about you and misses you even when he’s been gone for just hours. (which like why… you just left how do you miss me?? 😂😂)
taeil- the patience on this man is surprising. something that can be difficult for allistics to deal with is when autistic people get stuck on something in their head or just stuck in a mindset in general. taeil is very calm when explaining things to you as many times as you need to get on the different train of thought. he does his best to let you work through whatever it is that has you stuck. when it’s a difficult or dangerous mindset that your brain has you trapped in, he’s there for whatever you need and is great at reassuring you that everything is ok.
johnny- johnny is really good under stress. he’s steady as a rock and it comes in handy in stressful situations which you can’t really handle all that much. you feel all the intense energy and it usually gets loud so it immediately triggers a meltdown. he’s just really good in any type of meltdown situation, whether it builds from the day and something small makes you snap or you’re relatively fine but something intense sets it off. he makes sure you have your headphones on and holds you tight to him. also talking you through the post meltdown guilt after bc it’s so real 😩
yuta- he LOVES hearing about all your special interests. he loves when you like sit and fidget with something and just ramble away about whatever it is you know literally everything about. he also loves to take you places where you can experience your special interest in a deeper way. i.e. special museums or experiences. even if he has no interest in the topic whatsoever, he just loves that you love it.
doyoung- he’s a very affectionate person but he’s very respectful and understanding which makes him perfect for you since you don’t like to be touched. he always asks for permission before touching you in any way first, even if it’s a small gesture like wiping your face when you’re eating (bc he just does that for people anyways). although at first when you rejected a hug from him, he was a little hurt and confused but did his best not to show it. once you explained it though, he was much more aware of his actions and if he needs a hug he’ll find one of the boys.
jaehyun- this man knows the importance of a safe space not just emotionally in your relationship together but also physically like in your shared home. he worked really hard to make sure the lights weren’t too much, none of the blankets and furniture felt weird, all the smells in the house were mild and pleasant, safe foods always stocked, he even went as far to soundproof the bedroom so outside noise isn’t an issue. he also has lots of fidgets around the house and on his person for when you need to stim.
jungwoo- similar to taeyong but in a different sense, hear me out. he knows how overwhelmed you get when you have to be around more people and especially people you’re not used to. it can kinda feel like you’re a sim without someone at the controller. you walk in the room of people and immediately feel like it’s too much and not do basic things that most people do easily. your default is just to stand at the edge of the room awkwardly, totally unsure of how to function. people may ask, “are you hungry? can i get you a drink? you can sit here if you want!” and you’ll deny everything despite being hungry, thirsty, or needing to sit. playing the “human part” can get so confusing when you’re overwhelmed and you may feel like your basic needs are burdensome to others even when it’s literally a party and every one is eating, drinking, and relaxing. so jungwoo is always at your side with his hand in yours to reassure you. he feels like a safer person you can say your needs too without feeling like a burden. he’s always so sweet and patient with you to make sure you get everything you want.
mark- mark pays close attention to the sounds in the room. it’s something he never thought much about before he met you but when you explained it to him, it actually made a lot of sense to him. he always keeps you close by in case of a particularly loud noise he can cover your ears in time or be there to reassure you. he also keeps an extra pair of noise canceling headphones with him or at least some little ear buds in his pocket. he becomes attuned to helping you with some of your other sensory issues but sound is one that triggers you more often so he knows what to look out for.
haechan- he found you intriguing when he first met you mostly bc you were kinda concerned with how he was being treated, especially by yuta. he thought it was really endearing when you’d get upset that he was being “slighted” but he explained that it was all a joke… you didn’t find it that funny. donghyuk loved that you cared so much for him so quickly and that you always wanted to show that you cared even if it meant you doing things you weren’t entirely comfortable with like hugging or other skinship. haechan was equally careful not to push skinship so much or just throw it on you without any warning. he was also careful with his jokes and not to tease you too much and upset you. overall he’s just very considerate.
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tmn are all nd: a bunch o headcanons
(a sequel to these trans headcanons lol)
(also, warning before that this post is about neurodivergency and mental illness, so various mental illnesses will be mentioned. i dont want to single any out here, but you should probably skip this if thats something thats upsetting 2 you)
(also also, this is a infodump and not super in-depth or articulate, so sorry if i worded things wrong because i don’t mean to lol im just bad at reading things on screens so it might get jumbled. . )
beau: she’s got adhd and will hyperfocus and work All night on her theories and notes. perhaps she has audhd, has low-ish empathy and doesnt know how to regulate volume or realise her tone is usually annoyed sounding ksjnjkfs :''') also she has depression n that combined with adhd made her especially impulsive and self destructive, but she’s working on it, getting better :’) also had problems with substance abuse but the cobalt soul (dairon specifically) helped her get out of that. has cptsd because of her upbringing and abuse from her dad
fjord: he’s got adhd too, babey!!!! also he’s got tourettes and his most common tics are: clearing his throat, a small head tilt, raising his eyebrows and grinding his teeth. he's a bit (a lot) impulsive and him and beau cant be trusted alone together they will get distracted and into trouble
yasha: she's autistic!! mostly effected by th social aspect of it.. like, talking to people is hard and she doesn’t get jokes or sayings and its all just tiring. also has p bad social anxiety. also memory loss from trauma as per canon.. struggles with when she does start to remember things but luckily has a support system so she doesnt just run off on her own like before :') she also tends to disappear off like that due to sensory overload and just being overwhelmed in general bc of autism
caleb: i mean, he’s autistic n its basically canon. he experiences psychosis and has ptsd n depression/anxiety that has come from his trauma. he already had OCD before trauma and his obsessions revolve around hurting others A Lot, especially with fire after his trauma.. he also has dermatillomania due to ocd and anxiety. also has some sort of disordered eating in a self-punishment way.. .
veth: she has autistic-girlie-who-was-diagnosed-as-an-adult swag .. . and then the substance addiction that often comes with that i guess :''') .. also think she has body dysmorphia of course, especially during her being Nott, and some lingering things after too.. she just struggles to perceive her body for a while.. yeza rly helps ground her back to herself tho so thats nice :' ) . also she ptsd from her own murder + drowning , as per canon
molly: has npd and also he has a traumatic brain injury caused by all the things going on in his brain when his souls leave and he dies and things.. so struggles sometimes to find the right words and with memory and with mood regulation. also experiences psychosis and just, in general, strange things going on in his brain.. . also he likes sounds and textures all the time but will sacrifice th sounds for hanging out with yasha because its 110% worth it to sit with her instead ;w; they sign to eachother sometimes and have a made up sort of language
jester: she's got adhd and it means she loves having 10 conversations at once and spinning around and telling you all about her fave romance novel at lightning speed. she stims like all the time with little objects and ribbons and bells. also accidentaly yells a lot sknfsk and same as molly, likes noise n things all the time, gets kinda anxious or sad without it.. ;-; oh jester,, filling up space with noise so she doesnt have to be in the quiet..im not sure if i have any more thoughts about her rn :o
caduceus: he’s autistic (so overwhelmed by noises and too much all the time, also his empathy is fluctuating and he's not sure how to perceive it.. its confusing, he can be very empathetic and then, sometimes he's just in focus-mode and totally doesnt get at all what the vibes th other person is putting out is).. he’s got (inattentive) adhd. also depersonalisation derealisation disorder. and experiences psychosis since it was triggered by being alone in the grove so long + consuming hallucinogens a lot. he tends to just deal with it and not to tell tmn though, even though most of the time there's some little whispery noise or a fuzzy shape around, he's not scared mostly, only when he's triggered by something... also bad anxiety sometimes that he doesnt know how to deal with so he usually casts calm emotions on himself to help, or the herbs he chews (or smokes) for his joint pain help it. and also, his eating is Disorded but doesn’t quite realise (denial, ignoring it perhaps) the eating habits he has aren’t healthy,... he's just. kinda messed up still from all that time alone.. he had his own odd sometimes nonsensical reasons behind ways he treated his body and some of them stuck. also omg this section is a mile long im sorry, but also he has dyslexia and dyspraxia and dyscalculia . .. numbers and letters and walking without bumping into stuff is tricky. also thats why his fine motor skills for writing /drawing aren't so good like in canon :-3
ok,. thee end. good night now u_u zz
#ALSO one more that i didnt include bc it was too long anyway and not my headcanon but i think abt it sometimes: cad quiet type bpd.#inchresting. . .. .. i. think perhaps. yes#long post#<- as an apology#kiddo say#kiddo nd headcanons#i think thats my tag for it..#IM SORRY THIS IS SUCH A AUTISM POST. . . . .GOOD LORD#OK goodnight .
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Good to know you're feeling welcome! :D this is our little place in the internet, and we've decided to make it trans and gay as hell (n i gotta say, i did think "they-them gang! :o" when i found out you started using they/them too a while ago X3 ) n if you received this ask more than once, my tumblr bugged out before i could finish, sorry (。_。)
anyways, and sorry if this is long, but Woe- More Tumblr Things Be Upon Ye:
there used to not be an image limit before, causing a few- interesting posts… tho that changed a few years ago and recently, at first the limit being 10 images per post to now 30 images per post (you can also move the images around a bit)
if you plan on staying long term on tumblr and use desktop the most, i recommend getting the browser extensions Xkit &/or New Xkit cuz… yeah, tumblr is pretty nice, but it sometimes gets hard to use. it also adds extra useful things to the tumblr experience, which is nice to have. i'd say tumblr is like living in a cheap apartment in a calm area of the city. the place's great for what it is, just gotta be sure to leave rat traps near holes and dont worry about the Beast down the hall,
speaking of rats, we got an infestation. you may or may not have heard of it with the voter fraudage going with the polls a bit ago; since tumblr has little to No email verification, people outside tumblr buy bots to get in here and start posting malicious links. tho the bots are surprisingly easy to identify (often times blank blogs with very weird descriptions + stolen picture of lady or ai generated. you'll know it when you see it), and the protocol here is block and report spam so staff can deal with it
and btw if you want to keep a post for as long as your blog stands, i recommend rebloggin! thanks to how tumblr is build as, even if the original post or that blog is gone, the reblog will stay with you (+ tags on reblogs dont really make a post expand outside of your own blog, so many use this to create Very intricate personal tag systems to make easier finding posts, bc once a blog gets 1k+ post in it, it gets hard finding anything on it... <- knows this from experience u.u)
oh and last thing before i go again (and something i found out recently), another browser extension ive been loving: Stylus! with it you can customize a ton of sites to your liking And with a specific style found in the archive of this extension, you can change how the dashboard looks! even changing the background to any image you might want :D
so yeah, thats it, for now. i got more info if you want it, just lmk 👉👈
and you probably already noticed this, but there isnt really any word limit for posts or asks around these lands. tho on tags, the character limit on a single tag is 139. but you can put a Lot of tags, so there! be free mx quinn, no character limit holds you down no more ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ
Thank you so much for the knowledge!
Some Quinn Facts:
Mx., Ms. and Miss are all acceptable :)
I use “gay as hell” as a sort of tongue-in-cheek shorthand, but I also identify as trans as hell, queer as hell, non-binary as hell, lesbian as hell, and anxious/depressive as hell
I’m a vegetarian
My favorite food is pineapple pizza (controversial, I know)
For a few years in the early 2000s, I was a licensed auctioneer
The most times I’ve ever cried during a movie is 5 times during Happiest Season
I like the idea of books, but I’m bad at reading them
Overalls give me gender euphoria, and I don’t know why
I hope to release a solo album within the next year
I hope to direct a feature-length film by the time I’m 40
Coming out was the best thing I ever did
#i am now testing the one hundred and thirty-nine character limit of the tagging system—not because I don’t believe you but because this just#is how my brain works#limit reached#test complete#thank you
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I could literally talk about all of Simmons’s body issues for hours (no I’m not projecting ahaha) but yes he’s trans and struggles with disordered eating and he’s trans and he’s autistic and all combined those things give him a super hard time enjoying functioning as himself especially in body-related ways (these thoughts are gonna be disjointed deal w it sorry dude)
But like, the way that he gets after Grif when it comes to food, and drinking, and smoking, and everything else? Yet despite this, we know that he has quite the self-destructive streak (crying and punching mirrors) which makes him a huge hypocrite— so why get after Grif like that? One could say that it’s because he has his body parts, but that can’t be all true because he’s still getting mad at Grif before the surgery, so it’s just things that he finds inherently undesirable traits— traits that have anything to do with a lack of self control, which Simmons believes himself to have. Not to mention the fact that he doesn’t seem surprised at all when Sarge uses withholding rations as a punishment— so either A. Sarge does that a lot, which could be true though we never see him do it after season 1 B. He’s accustomed to this as a punishment.
I think B is most plausible, given Simmons’s general demeanor and upbringing. He gets mad at Grif for not doing anything to earn food, then “overindulging” anyway, where Simmons views food as just that: something to be earned. Likely he was sent to bed without supper as a punishment as a kid, or forced himself to study through meals or similar behaviors at the very least. In my own mind it goes further than that, but his relationship with food is definitely complicated (especially with his mentioning going vegan after having to eat a dog at a previous outpost??? Holy shit that’s a trauma). Especially being trans (bc he is) even though he speaks far more positively about his mother than his father, the way that body issues get passed down from mothers to their afab children? Even if it wasn’t an intentional thing on his mothers part, those things are too easy to pick up
More on the having to eat the dog thing too, that history of food insecurity/starvation, plus being generally food anxious, is definitely something that lends itself to rationing and portioning and keeping their stock organized… which he does. And then consistently gets mad at Grif for eating more than his planning has allowed for. What’s one of the first things we learn he’s been doing in season 11? Growing fucking cabbage. Which, for one, how, but also the fact that he’s the only one of them to do something like that says a lot about who he is. Stupid, anxious about food, and resigned to the fact that no one is coming to get them (or at least planning for that scenario).
Not to mention, trans people are WAY more likely to develop ED’s than cis people, and I don’t even need to go into all of the reasons I think he’s trans bc I feel like that’s a separate post and I’m sure someone else has already summarized it better— but anyway, picturing a young Simmons, struggling to fit in and be good enough for his parents and not hate himself entirely and have control over something? Yeahhh OOF plus, I’m also not explaining why I think he’s autistic rn, but adding autism to the mix? Having difficulty with certain foods and textures makes it hard to want to eat to begin with, and with the kinds of pressure he seems to have faced as a child to be strong and tough and athletic and generally not his nerdy self, having sensory problems probably made it just that much harder, making him hate the way his body responds to things other people, “normal people,” can handle fine, returning him to that cycle of self-hatred, and that’s just within himself ignoring all of the bullying we know that he’s faced. It’s no wonder the dude showers in his underwear still, like, bro’s self conscious and anxious and probably just generally does not like his body.
Also his ass is literally a fax machine. That’s gotta do a toll on the psyche
#dick simmons#rvb#red vs blue#animal death#trans dick Simmons#autistic dick Simmons#long post#food#tw ed descussion
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Hello hello! Big nosy as usual over here but these asks are really great so here's something to ponder over during your precious study break: 💫🪄☯️💝🍭
hiii iva!! thank you for the asks!! // from these asks
💫: what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?
well, i love your comments, for starters—because i think they get at what i just prize in comments general? just, like, any account of feelings/reaction to a scene that i wrote or any kind of picking apart a specific line and how it works. any deeper analysis is also really nice, although def not necessary, just bc i know fic is an escape for lots of people, and i don’t want people to feel like commenting on fic is work haha! but when that does come in, i do feel very happy
🪄what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?
depending on the time of day, i’ll usually settle down for a movie or an episode of a show i love. i’ve found that in order to keep myself from getting burnt out, it’s just as crucial for me to consume stories as it is for me to write them—so yeah, def reading or watching something is kind of my care post-fic! (and, occasionally, a glass of wine. if i’m living by myself, ofc.)
☯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?
hm, i think to an extent, it can be helpful! i have only just gotten to answering comments on ao3, and i only got to that point bc i realized that i do love talking to other fandom people—but i only got to that conclusion after really having conversations more often with folks on twitter and tumblr.
however, i do think that like, with anything and everything, it can quickly become p toxic. i have a bit of an anxious and obsessive personality, for example, so ?? i will find that sometimes, i get really nervous about feeling as though i’m coming off more transactional or insincere, and sometimes i find myself thinking “oh boy, if i go quiet for too long, people will no longer find my stories worth reading or noticing” and that’s all definitely very dramatic, but! in those moments, it def helps for me to just. pause, take a step back. take a break, write stuff that makes only me happy. or just delete twitter and tumblr off my phone for a week or two haha
💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?
ooh. . . maybe shit my friends say because (1) it was my first fic in roughly a month, so when i posted it, i was kind of worried that people were no longer interested in my stories (haha, see above paragraph for my funny brain), and (2) it was one of my shorter fics? and the entire fic is told mostly through the perspectives of minor characters, and i wasn’t sure if that would really appeal to anyone? so i was so pleasantly surprised to find people enjoyed the style and the story overall :’))
🍭why did you start writing?
oh man, if we’re talking writing in general, i def started because i just always loved stories—like, as a little kid, i would scribble in scrap pieces of computer paper (and those scribbles were literally. scribbles. like, crayon and pencil squiggles) of stories that i wanted to tell. imagine my annoyance when i realized i couldn’t remember the story i was thinking of in my head from those squiggles! (and when i learned how to write, like just put together sentences, it was the only thing i was doing—and then, when i was in third grade, my dad realized that “shit, my daughter really loves writing little stories…and she doesn’t have a real notebook” so he gave me one of his old binders, filled it up with paper, and that was my first-ever notebook of stories, one that i didn’t need to like. steal extra little notebooks that they’d give to my kindergarten/first grade/second grade classes lol)
but if we’re talking writing fic, i just really, really loved the idea of adding deleted scenes, moments that could have happened but didn’t. and changing the ending of stories when i wanted them to continue. and i think, like, lol, this is def a TMI, but i was a pretty lonely kid growing up, and like! writing fic felt a bit like i was just hanging out with my friends or something. which maybe sounds a little sad, but i think that really opened up my obsession with dialogue—in that i really wanted it to feel real, not just for myself, but also, i learned as i was posting fic, for other people too? because when i started posting fic, i noticed how there were people who also just seemed to really need a distraction or escape, and i just. also really wanted to provide an escape through my stories too, if i could!
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our story so far pt. 2
read my introduction for further information if u want
read part 1 first
warning: long post ahead lol
at some point in J's and my conversation on teams he asked something and ngl i kinda fucked up.
he asked me if us having a conversation was "too much" for me bc i still seemed distant in our lessons (i'm like this all the time in school so it had nothing to do with him lol) and he was asking bc he "had a concrete background of experience that he could tell me about" (he still hasn't told me about it, that little fucker, but i've got a suspicion that a student in the past had a crush on him and he noticed. that's why i was really careful after he wrote that)
my response probably wasn't ideal. i wrote something about school being unpleasant for me in general and i usually don't participate.
i also wrote: "i don't think it's too much, but I also think that a conversation like that doesn't necessarily have to go on forever. in general, i don't really like having conversations with teachers, but it's also interesting. i'm not quite sure if I understood the question correctly, maybe i'll know better what you mean if you share this experience."
i really tried to get that experience he mentioned out of him with my last sentence but i had no luck lmao
looking back on it, i really didn't word the message ideally and it sounds a bit confusing and wrong. i think i also didn't really understand myself what i was trying to say.
So now we’ve arrived at the lowkey uncomfortable part because one time, when our lesson was over he asked me to stay behind (at the time it was a nightmare come true, but i can imagine it being everyone's dream on here haha). in my head i was just like “oh my god my life is over what will happen now” I was really anxious about what he would say to me hahaha
he asked me what i meant when i said “i usually don’t like having conversations with teachers, but it’s actually really interesting” and i couldn’t give him an answer because i didn’t know how else to say it and i didn’t even fully know what i meant myself. So it was just really awkward and uncomfortable silence for idk how long until he asked me again and I couldn’t give him an answer again and he just let me go. I couldn’t stop thinking about that for the next week or so hahaha and ngl i still think about it from time to time because that was just so awkward 😭 my friends found it really weird that he asked me to stay behind. idk i felt a bit special haha
After that he kinda started ignoring me a bit i think, at least he left me alone and didn't call on me anymore
again: if you’re interested in this story and would like me to translate the conversation we had over teams and post the text messages, i’d gladly translate it for y’all :)
okay so this was the main thing that happened which i still think about today haha
there's still more bits and pieces i will talk about on here :)
but if you've got any questions, go ahead and ask!
#teacher crush#male teacher crush#teacher crush community#tc blog#male tc#tc struggles#tc community#teacher attachment
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I feel like i didn’t express myself in the way I wanted to, in totality . (In the last post) about my views on relationships & “taking shit”.
I’m not saying people should go around taking shit from other people all the time that’s not what I’m saying. But I recognize I’ve literally always been stuck on the anxious avoidant merry go round and I knew that what we were doing was working. It was helping heal that disorganized & unhealthy attachment. EVEN if it wasn’t working all the time bc I can’t expect healing to be pretty or perfect. Progress is progress!! So when I think about Daren’s failings that I accepted, I’m thinking about it in the lens of how we’ve been healing us over time. & and i ALWAYS took into account how hard he was trying and the times I was most upset with him were when he was barely trying bc that honestly matters more to me than him messing up or doing something wrong.
I don’t know if that’s the right way to do it but I don’t think it’s reasonable to expect your partner to be perfect in an intimate relationship. Especially bc I’m always going to trigger them all the time and they’re going to trigger me & we’re going to be always trying to reach each other again. That’s how i think my partnerships are going to go in general unless i just find a partner with a healthy attachment style while I am still in an anxious one. I mean it could happen but i honestly doubt it
There’s a part of me that’s saying you shouldnt want this but i do kind of want to have a partner with an avoidant attachment style? Bc then we can grow together and we get closer together and learn to be healthy together. I won’t be the only one doing things wrong- healing myself while they are fine? It honesty just seems a lot more romantic to me to overcome your personal fears and pain to be with the person you love ( and you are both doing it for each other) then the other way. ( the other way being one “healthy” attachment style and one anxious)
but maybe that’s just something in me that wants pain and discomfort talking. That wants to be in neglect bc I’m used to that, bc it’s comforting to me & familiar idk
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December 22, 2022
Warning: Anxiety Post. We all knew this was coming.
It’s just that any email in my inbox between now and the beginning of March that isn’t an interview offer or an acceptance is superfluous to me. Now that all of my top ones are submitted (all that’s left is my “safety” which I may not submit until January tbh bc I’d heard that one of my schools could get back to me as soon as January and I’d choose that one over my safety any day, I think), I am officially starting to feel that icky feeling of “what if I don’t get in anywhere, what if everything I did is wrong, what if my only choice is between somewhere I definitely don’t want to go and not going anywhere at all, what if, what if, what if, I’m afraid, I’m so scared, I wish I just knew already” and so on and so forth. But I am going to hold out. Regardless of what happens, I will survive. I refuse to consult admissions forums or subreddits like I have during my past few admission cycles because they only make me more anxious. I just... I hate the wait, you know? And the uncertainty that comes with it. And while there is some comfort in knowing that there are tons of people out there just like you who are in the same boat because misery loves company, miserable, anxious people generally don’t help other miserable people feel all that much better.
And so I wait. And I will have to keep myself busy in the meantime. I will have to find some ways to distract myself into forgetting that my future plans, goals, and dreams are on the line here and that I don’t really have a backup plan lined up and.. hhhhh. (Also I think I should’ve at least mentioned the consortium involved in two of my applications because that was a huge draw for why I was applying there in the first place, but those are also the two places that I.. am the most certain I will not be accepted to, so (they’d be dope schools to attend, don’t get me wrong, but for a variety of reasons I don’t think it will work out (or maybe I’m just being pessimistic disguised as realistic again to save myself from eventual heartache, but, really, who knows)).)
Plus I can’t help but think that maybe I should’ve done something different in this app or that app and maybe I should’ve talked more about why I really liked the school in my statement or maybe I should’ve submitted a copy of my poster as a representation of some of my old work and I just... I’m just so worried. Like I’m structuring my entire Spring around the possibility of interviewing and recruitment days, and it’d be so embarrassing to have none of that happen at all. This ain’t undergrad with an average of 35% acceptance. I’m looking at rates of 1-5% bruh. And if I don’t get in anywhere I have to go back and tell that to my recommenders and I physically don’t know if I can handle that, and it makes me feel sick just thinking about it.
As much as I try to remember that I have great qualifications, fantastic recommenders, and a solid history when it comes to beating the odds of low acceptance rates (for the selective programs with ridiculously low acceptance rates to which I’ve applied, I’ve been accepted an almost unreasonably high percentage of the time), every single time feels like a new, more impossible beast.
But that’s how it’s supposed to be, right? As you become more qualified, the applicant pool around you increases in their qualifications as well. So you know you’re putting up a fight in your application. And your achievements, your selection over other talented candidates, represent not only the fight but the victory. And that’s all I want, really. A victory. Even if it’s a choice between two of my preferred programs, I don’t need all six. The victory wouldn’t feel so amazing if it was easy, would it? So I accept the challenge (I have no choice at this point). I accept the challenge and pray for the best.
And if it doesn’t work out this go round, I have plenty that I can evaluate and improve up for the next go round. Ideally, a year of setback won’t put me out of the running.
Today I’m thankful for all As this semester. I’m thankful for my ecoanth prof who was far more lenient than she should have been but her goal was fully for us to learn in whatever way worked best for us and I can respect that. I’m thankful for my easy archaeology class where all I did most days was show up and lazily scribble notes. I’m thankful for my evolution class where there were so many opportunities to actively engage with the material (and gain points) before taking the exams that I never felt too worried about keeping a good overall grade. I’m thankful for my popgen class where I learned! so! much! about genetics and computer modeling and I wish I could take another class with that prof in particular, he was probably the best prof I’ve had at this university (closely followed by my biochem 1 prof, I’d think). I’m thankful for devbio, a class I only took because I needed it to fulfill a requirement and I didn’t think I’d care about it at all, but it introduced me to a whole new field in biology which I actually might want to explore more if I’m offered the opportunity.
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Now my dash is fucked up. Fuck me.
But ok, real quick (and I promise writing is coming today) I need to complain about tiktok bc I’m an old person and I don’t have a FB so all my complaining happens here.
Ya know those tumblr posts that go around every year reminding people that bunnies, ducklings, and chicks are live sentient beings and not toys to be bought and discarded at Easter? Well let me expand on that a little.
Stop. Buying. Single. Chickens.
It’s WRONG.
And I don’t even understand why people do it. Currently I have sixteen chickens and I got out of keeping them when I moved, but I had them for several years before that. Do you know how much I pay in feed per month? About 20 dollars. It can be about five bucks higher or lower depending on where I buy from, but in general I go through about a bag of feed a month in the seasons where foliage grow fast (which is most of them in Alabama lol).
It can’t be a money issue. Chickens are cheap pets to keep. And honestly I could stretch that feed budget by a lot if I wasn’t too lazy to ferment feed or make a fodder system. They don’t have any real vet bills. Sadly with chickens you either don’t know there is a problem until it’s too late (because they hide things very well) or you can google their issue and there are TONS of people online willing to give you their knowledge for free. And besides bedding for their coop and food, you aren’t really buying them a lot of stuff.
So why is it that I get on tiktok and see people with a single bantam rooster as a pet? And they think it’s so cute he follows them everywhere and wants to be around them.
It isn’t cute. You’ve taken a deeply social animal that relies on numbers for safety and forced it to see you as a member of the flock. When you end up going to work or out on the town or anywhere that your bird can’t go, it’s going to be unhappy and anxious.
Roosters are---when bred and raised properly---very wonderful pets. I get why people would want one. They are beautiful and funny and outgoing, but most of the traits that make them appealing to you are traits either bred or evolved into the animal to help their flock. Roosters make funny noises to alert their flock or gather up their hens. The best roosters won’t take treats, because they will instantly see its something good and give it to a hen. Good roosters do a little mating dance to entice the hen, which I’ve seen them do to people and they just laugh because they don’t know what the animal is doing. Their entire lives revolve around keeping their flock protected, together, and healthy.
Hens are a bit less considerate seeing as their instincts tell them they need to get whatever they can and as much as they can so that they can lay eggs. But they still require that social connection---that safety in numbers.
I’m far from the gatekeeper of poultry though. I’d love for most people to raise their own birds. More chickens in homes means less need for factory farms that treat their animals abysmally. I don’t want people to not want chickens. They’re fun and easy to keep, and with patience they can be very friendly.
Just... don’t get them alone. You can buy two roosters if there are no hens around. You can buy two hens and they can live very happy lives without a rooster. One extra bird is not going to heavily impact the amount of time or money you spend on them. Do you know how many birds I prepped for when I thought about getting chickens? Seven. And I more than doubled that number at very little expense and labor on my part. I get that maybe you don’t want an entire flock of birds in your house, but I’d argue that chickens aren’t really made for houses either. They like to forage and roam. Most strictly indoor animals struggle with stress from boredom and chickens are no different.
So get chickens. But before you do, get a little coop, and do some research on the living beings you’re bringing into your life. You can still let them inside or hand raise them so they’d rather be in your lap than anywhere else. Chickens will normally accept people as flockmates really easily, you don’t have to force them by taking away all their other options.
Don’t be shitty. Do right by the creatures you bring into your home. By owning a pet you force them to rely on you, which means it is your responsibility to provide the best possible care to those animals.
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[ GET TO KNOW YOUR WRITING PARTNER! ] knowing your writing partners can potentially make writing together a lot easier. repost, don’t reblog .
NAME: Laura
PRONOUNS: she/they
PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: okay literally what shelley said. i don’t actually hate tumblr ims and find them easier in a lot of ways. i’m not opposed to discord by any means and will gladly communicate there, but i also get overwhelmed by messages/notifications and then ignore and get anxious about time passing gddsigid.
NAME OF MUSE(S): i’m also gonna copy shelley here too i think. i have too many muses to list so i’ll put most active / ones i want to write more: layla keating, bellamy blake, ryan edwards, christian ozera, logan king, nima rahimi, eden wing, june iparis, jake jagielski, alex karev
EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG: i don’t even know. 2012? 2013? something like that. only ever done on tumblr. i’ve had this blog since 2015
BEST EXPERIENCE: before i joined indie, i was a part of a group rp where i picked up my oc ryan and i’ve been writing him ever since. but idk it was one of those groups where there was a group of really close people that shared all our info bc we were teens and didn’t think of it oishgd. you know how chatzy is. idk i was 15-16 at the time and i, overall, felt safe even if i look back on it and cringe bc of some of the stuff that i did as u do when you look back and see you were a child child. anyway i still have some of these people on fb and it was through one of those people that i met my bestie @terrifyingstories so overall my raison d’etre. outside of that, tiffany and i have spent the last 7 years building our post va group where we built this entire verse that is dedicated to a bunch of our muses and is ever growing and developing and it’s just Everything. my fave thing about rp is having that too. and having a multi in general. let’s just throw a bunch of our muses into their own friendships.
RP PET PEEVES: idk probably like. seeing people complain about not getting interactions ://// in general negativity but this just always makes me feel super guilty / guilt tripped. vagueing also stresses me out, including vagueing about vagueing.
MUSE PREFERENCES FOR ANGST / FLUFF / SMUT: i don’t write smut and will never write smut. i’ve been leaning into fluff lately bc i think we all need more joy, but i’m at my core an angst person. but ! like a lot of people say, i need there to be a reason. there needs to be conversations about the angst and healing from it. because at the end of the day that is my vibe : healing. i want every hurt comfort thread. i want us to have our muses healing and talking about their deep hurt. it fills me with so much muse and joy and umph.
PLOTS OR MEMES: okay i’ve always said memes, and i do maintain that. i also think that like plotting in general just SOUNDS really intense and stressful so thinking about plotting stresses me out and overwhelms me and i go poof. getting asked questions about directions etc stresses me out like i just wanna see where we go u know diosgd. with that said, i do love plotting dynamics!!! that’s one of my fave things. i do find that like. knowing about characters makes everything so much easier. it’s hard for me to write a meme if i don’t have an idea of how these characters will interact / WHO the character is. i’ve never been closed off to chars / fandoms i don’t know but until i know someone, i’ll probably stick to ones i do until i know info about the ones that i don’t. i just need some info!! then i can build dynamics and go from there.
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: i’m a long writer. i am. everyone should know this when tiff and i get going we have 20+ paragraphs. i can’t do dialogue only unless i am REALLY comfortable with the muse : see, christian ozera and ryan edwards as the only ones i could. but even then it doesn’t really...give me anything? so i don’t really like it. i’m def a nitty gritty multi-para person that then gets stressed out by it so. i’m trying to get better at 1-2 paragraphs. i’m a work in progress.
BEST TIME TO WRITE: this fluctuates all the time i don’t even know. let’s just say i haven’t written the past few days despite having muse bc it was 4-6 in the morning and i was trying to sleep. but late at night is usually my vibe so that makes total sense. i would like to try and write throughout the day but it’s just not realistic. idk!!
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): hm. i do have a very specific type but idk? there’s definitely aspects of me in most of my muses, but i’m also trying to branch out into muses that are nothing like me to really test the boundaries of my writing capabilities. i would say like. i do flock to the super smart muses, and that’s one of my defining traits. i also like muses that have deep insecurities about their worth ( especially outside of what they can do for people / their intelligence ) so *peace sign emoji* i’m also very sarcastic and witty, though i need something to spark it which makes writing wit difficult but i do tend to pick up sarcastic characters too. so i would say yeah i def share qualities with my muses.
tagged by: @divienity loml
tagging: i don’t know who hasn’t done this / been tagged yet so u if u are reading it.
#i also frequently dream myself into the chosen one / magical powers position#so u know predictable#me telling tiffany about my dreams#tiffany: when u gonna write a book you're never allowed to say you aren't creative i knew something wild was coming#welcome to the inner workings of my mind.
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gemini in your chart shows what area of your life you just can’t stop entertaining!
credits for the idea to @/melanatedmomma on twitter.
☿ gemini 1H: geminis usually tend to change their appearance up a lot so this could mean you just can’t stop changing your looks! since air signs are prone to be indecisive this could be because you can never decide which look suits you the best
☿ gemini 2H: always chasing your dreams/goals/ambitions (which is a good thing) you can’t settle down until you make yourself happier and you might get anxious if you don’t feel comfortable in your life, you hate the feeling of anything being pointless.
☿ gemini 3H: you’re literally always thinking of everything/something, mind like a pisces! lol you will for sure speak your mind and you just have the need to share your opinion all the time 
☿ gemini 4H: you can never stop worrying about family issues or your family members. you want to fix everything or any problems (your love language might be acts of service) if there isn’t a problem you’re just very generous with ur family and you’re always making sure you always show them love and spoil them with gifts/affection
☿ gemini 5H: this placement is even worse if you have a gemini venus lmao but you can never stop thinking about being in a relationship or you can never stop thinking about spreading your creative ideas around - you might’ve even been the kid that’s the best in art class! you could be a sweet talker and very charming so people are easily attracted to you but this placement can indicate high standards so you might just flirt for fun. [you might even daydream of sex a lot 👀 or having kids depending if you want one or not ofc]
☿ gemini 6H: similar to gemini 1H you’re always worrying about your appearance do i look good? you’re the person that will always dress to impress. this placement can also show a workaholic so you might pay attention to your job a lot
☿ gemini 7H: well i’d say this placement really depends on your other birth chart placements and your faith/destiny 💀 you could get married more than once in this lifetime and simply bc a gemini 7H gets betrayed a LOT in relationships. you might even be a somewhat naive person so you jump from relationships into relationships without thinking
☿ gemini 8H: correct me if i’m wrong but do you get betrayed a lot or have many enemies? because you’re a very revengeful person who easily builds hate for other people. you’re always planning of revenge and you can’t relax until you know they got their karma. you might even experience a lot of one night stands which you don’t mind having ;) LMAO
☿ gemini 9H: you’re the type of person who thinks being away from home when you’re stressed is the answer. you want to explore the world and go on many vacations just to put your mind at ease.. you never stop doing what you want and what’s best for you. (love this placement omg!!) you could’ve also been the nerd in school who always makes sure they get good grades or you were the teachers pet at some point
☿ gemini 10H: similar to gemini 2H you’re always chasing your ambitions and dreams! due to 10H having to do with your public image you could also worry a lot what others are thinking of you so you might always entertain your bank account’s loss of money 😭 you love to spend (not judging you i do the same lol)
☿ gemini 11H: if someone has you as their friend they’re a lucky person for sure!! you love to spend on your friends and make them happy.. you won’t be able to go to sleep peacefully without knowing your friends are happy. you might even see your friends as your family/second family (so adorable) <3
☿ gemini 12H: you’re so invented into spirituality and mystery. you’re the person that always wants to know why, how and when !? you might put a lot of time into astrology, spirituality etc. or you might even be interested into the meaning of your dreams/you’ll try to lucid dream
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