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thenightfolknetwork · 3 months

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I’ve been with my fiancé for over 8 years now. We’ve been friends for even longer and just last summer we had been planning our wedding ceremony. Now, his family hadn’t been the best supportively, not when he came out as gay, and especially not when he, a Sapio, started dating me, a giant. They then effectively disowned him after we announced our engagement. I think they might have had some weird hope he’d ’change his mind’ or that it was a ‘phase’. This was about 3 years ago now, and I can’t speak for my partner, but he admitted though it hurt, he was relieved to be away from them after all the abuse.

Anyway, the reason for this letter is about 7 months ago we had gotten word that his family had been in a serious accident and that his parents, sister and her husband had passed away and he was listed as next-of-kin and subsequently guardian for his 4 year old nephew.

Now, we never really talked about kids beyond some vague idea. But my partner wasn’t going to turn away the kid, nor did I expect him to. So, after the funeral service and sorting with social services, we brought his nephew home.

It has been an adjustment for all of us, getting used to having a kid around and him being in a new environment that’s more geared for my size honestly. and we’ve been trying to find a good child psychologist for him. but the main problem is… well, he’s afraid of me.

I can’t really blame him for that, after everything he went through, but it still hurts sometimes when he flinches when I enter a room or speak to him. Or how he looks ready to cry when I open my mouth. Even trying to hide when he sees me just reading a book. I’ve grown up in a mixed community, but the way the kid looks at me, for the first time in a very long time, I feel like a monster.

My partner has told me once when we were in bed that his ‘family’ had been filling the kid’s head with anti-nightfolk ideologies and even some rather… well, blood-libel comments. I think he was trying to comfort me as he noticed the way the kid had been a lot more skittish with me than with him. He has been trying to explain that a lot of the stuff his folks talked about was lies and really bad stuff, but it’s hard unlearning these sort of things. I had suggested we postpone the wedding, at least till things settle.

I have been trying to seem less ‘intimidating’, not smiling with my fangs and trying to look smaller than I really am. But I’m worried he might never not be afraid of me. And I never told my partner, but I’m afraid that he will be forced to pick between me and the kid, and I don’t want him to do that as I know either option will hurt him.

So I’m asking. Is there anything I can do to try and help seem less… monstrous to my nephew?

I'm afraid there are no quick fixes here, reader. Your nephew has been exposed to some seriously toxic ideologies from a very early age. That isn't the sort of thing you can fix over night.

I would caution against trying too hard to diminish yourself or your creaturely traits as part of this process. You want your nephew to be comfortable with you, not with a nervous caricature of yourself.

Instead, I encourage you to behave at home as normally as you can, being as friendly as he'll allow you to be and respecting his boundaries when he expresses them.

If you haven't already, talk to your partner about what your strategies are going to be to improve the situation. This is a long-term project that needs complete buy-in from both of you to succeed.

As much as possible, your partner should be exposing your nephew to the idea of difference, teaching him that it's OK to notice that other people are different than him, but that he still needs to treat them with kindness and respect.

There are so many more resources available today to help children learn about these matters, from books and films to websites dedicated to help you discuss these issues in an age-appropriate way.

Books like Paws, Claws and More, What's for Lunch? and My Daddy's A Mummy are a great way to start these conversations and to help introduce your nephew to these ideas in a way that is accessible for him. Talk to your local librarian for more recommendations.

The best way for him to learn to trust you is through spending time with you, drowning out the hateful ideas he's been taught through real, lived experience of being safe and happy in the company of people in the community. Make sure to set time aside for all three of you to spend time together, doing activities your nephew will enjoy.

Of course, his exposure to the creature community shouldn't start and end with you. If you can, consider getting him involved in mixed genus groups where he can meet liminal children his own age. It might be a bit of an adjustment for him, but it will a huge boon to him in the long run.

Finally, please consider seeking out some additional support for yourself during this process. This is a difficult, highly emotional situation, and you need to find people who you can talk to about it beyond your partner, whether that's to talk through possible solutions or just to vent occasionally.

Fortunately, reader, if there's one thing children are built for, it's learning. It will take time and emotional commitment, but with a little effort, I think you and your partner will be able to teach your nephew a kinder way of looking at the world.

#answered #the nightfolk network #monstrous agonies

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mrs-monaghan · 6 months

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Hey shaz, I hope you're doing well. I know there's a lot to talk about the companion system that jungkook and jimin have possibly chosen to go through but we have to remember that it is a much longer process and they'd have to think it through properly before even beginning with the application process and selection itself is another process, we have to trust them with whatever decision they make, we're talking 18 months of separation, while there are a lot of internal issues within the military however jikook are genuinely good and likeable people so I'm hoping they'll be able to adjust well within their unit, however how others react to them is really out of anybody's control but I'm being more on the hopeful end, we don't want any unnecessary worry to plague us before, but as per the article they have chosen to enter together even though it puts them on the frontlines, chosen to rely on each other during this period and i hope at least kminers can respect this very personal decision they have made for themselves, it is also nobody's business to speculate about the reason behind such a decision because it is clear isn't it? they will always choose each other no matter what happens

I completely agree. And I'm not saying Jikook will be SEVENING all over the damn place, but a friend just sent me these 2 videos here

And here.

And I gotta say this makes me feel alot better. Knowing normal gay guys are fucking all over the damn place and getting away with it. Seriously, watch these 2 videos. They're super short like 6 minutes long. They were doing it all over the base. The second person says people even suspected they were hooking up. They were even cuddling at night ffs!!

Now I know Jikook are going to be careful, of course. (Blackmail is still vm a thing) But tell me this doesn't make you breathe out in relief.

I knew people were always making it seem worse than it is. I stand by my OG post; Jikook will be just fine...

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #jikook military

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hazbmymhotel · 1 month

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SMUT

Did you ask for SMUT?!?!

SMUTSMUTSMUT

Chapter 9) Oh Finally

Angel was falling over himself. He cleaned fallout mascara under his eyes and slapped on a fresh lip stain. He frantically searched through his dresser and closet. “Hot? Sexy?? No!!!” He checked his waist in his vanity mirror.

Husk liked the dress…”He won't be fuckin’ impressed by the same outfit!!” Angel hissed at himself. Think. What would he like? Angel held a little dress up to himself and shook his head. Jeans? No. Shorts?? No!!!

“Ugh!”

Angel shrieked at a soft knock at the door. “Oh, fuck, this better not be Charlie!” He opened it fully, startled by Husk's frame.

“Why are you knockin’?” Angel furrowed his brows.

Husk looked surprised. “... It's your room?”

“O-oh!” Angel quickly smoothed his hair down. “I mean…you've been sleepin’ in here all week. Why now?”

“I didn't want to catch you with your socks down,” Husk answered him honestly, adjusting his cane to his other hand.

Angel blushed furiously. “I–what would that matter?”

Husk smiled and walked past him, fingers touching the hem of Angel’s polka dotted dress in appreciation. “I know you well enough to know at least that boundary.” He walked to the gift basket on the floor, digging through it.

Angel felt reinvigorated. He straightened his dress and closed the door. He opened it again and checked into the hall.

“I have something for that,” Husk said, holding up a Do NOT Disturb tag from the pile of gifts. “If you think Charlie can't read, text Vaggie to keep her busy.”

Angel grinned and hung it onto the doorknob, slamming and locking the door.

Husk laughed. “Eager?”

“Husker. I have been waitin’ for this since you were first brought to the hotel. No pressure, but if anyone fuckin’ bothers us, I'm going to build a web and paralyze them.”

“You actually build webs?” Husk asked, unwrapping a package, sitting back on his haunches to read the bottle of lube. “I've never tried warming jelly.” He rubbed his face against the box with both cheeks before setting it aside.

Angel walked over and sat down beside him. “I can't believe I never noticed how many ‘kittenisms’ you had. I'm goin’ nuts over it.”

“You’re attracted to cats, then?”

“Eh, I just like a good furry,” Angel said, tearing wrapping paper off another box to reveal a 9 speed vibrator. He grinned wildly and held it out, giggling as Husk rubbed his face against it, too. “But it's just..it feels like you kept this all a secret from everyone.”

Husk considered as he took the paper, crumpling it into a ball. He bounced it in his own palms. “I feel free…Maybe I used to be more like this before Alastor owned my soul…maybe it's the amount of time I've been down here.”

“Maybe I make you comfortable?” Angel asked hopefully, and was met with a loving smile.

“More or less,” Husker told him. “I'm not quite ready to play with anal beads…or whatever a sounding device is??” Still, he rubbed his cheek on both packages, marking them as his.

“Are you super experienced with gay sex?” Angel asked outright.

“Somewhat. I know there's prep work. I know it feels pretty good when it hits right–mmf!” Husk grunted as Angel grabbed his shoulders.

Angel’s breath was shaky. “YOU'VE BOTTOMED?!”

“Um…and topped?” Husk said, suddenly less sure about divulging those details.

“Husker, I'm gonna put things inside you,” Angel shook him a little, making him mrrow!

Husk blushed. “I haven't done that since the fifties!!” He wriggled out of Angel’s grasp.

“We don't have to do it today!” Angel hurriedly backtracked. “Cuz I want you to fuck me…we can play with the rest of this later…”

Husk grabbed the vibrator and hopped onto the bed. The simple act of him opening the box made Angel feel weak.

“Yea…good choice,” Angel said tightly. He willed his legs to move and climbed onto the bed. “How do you wanna…”

“You're awfully bashful for a porn star, Angel,” Husk reached out and took his hand. “Don't worry, I'll go slow.”

“I think that's what I'm afraid of,” Angel laughed breathlessly. “You're just sittin’ there, and I'm already so wet.”

“I've been meaning to ask about that…but I have a feeling I'll find out,” Husk's voice was low and playful. “Lie down.”

Angel flopped right down, using his hands to push the voluminous skirt of his dress to the bed. “Anythin' you want,” he told him.

“Now, none of that,” Husk purred, crawling over him. He laid their chests together, looking directly into his eyes. “What do you want?”

“I want you to ruin me,” Angel said messily, having to swallow back extra saliva.

“Could you be more specific?”

Angel whimpered, rubbing his legs together. “I just need you to touch me! Anywhere!!” He gasped as Husk responded by unbuttoning the top of his dress. “No, no, that's not enough!”

“Patience,” Husk purred, kissing him as he was exposed. “I want you properly worked up.”

“I PROMISE I AM WORKED UP,” Angel exclaimed, hating and loving how Husk laughed at him. “You're a fuckin' sadist!!!”

“Mommy,” Husk said, and Angel quieted right down. He smirked down at the spider. “I want you to feel good.”

“I feel good,” Angel breathed heavily.

Husk's bit at his neck, sharp teeth barely grazing his skin beneath the fur.

“Really good,” Angel praised. Husk rewarded him with hands working the top of his dress down to his waist. “Oh!!” He shivered and arched as those same hands worked back up. “But it's kinda torture!”

Husk laughed low and squeezed his sides.

“Husk, Whiskers, Lil Guy, I'll fuckin' do anythin' for you to do somethin’!!”

“This isn't something?” Husk nipped his throat, feeling Angel cry out against his mouth.

“Please, please, please, please,” Angel begged, all four arms gripping the sheets.

“I'm getting the feeling you want something.”

“Husker!!!” Angel kicked at the bed in protest.

Husk sat up, lifting his hands in defeat. “Alright, alright!” He grinned toothily and tugged the dress down Angel’s legs. His own insides flipped and he struggled to hold himself together.

Simply, Husk said, “Silk.”

Angel pushed himself up on his elbows. Finally, he thought, a moment of power. “You like Mommy’s panties?”

Husk opened his mouth to speak, then closed it dumbly. He nodded meekly at first, then more aggressively as he looked up at Angel’s face.

“Go ahead,” Angel encouraged, opening his legs. “Oh for fuck’s sake!!” He shouted in frustration when Husk turned his face, biting his inner thigh instead.

Husk squeezed his other leg. “Can't you see I'm savoring this?”

And that made Angel moan when Husk bit down again.

“You really want me?” Angel asked. “You're takin' so long!”

“I want you so badly,” Husk said, voice low and lusty. “I want to remember this for a long, long time.”

Angel decided to look Husk over, suddenly determined to do the same. “The insides of your ears are all red…I'm doin’ it for you??”

“Angel,” Husk looked at him seriously, “you've been ‘doin’ it for me’ for a long time.”

That made Angel feel floaty. He fanned himself a little. Husk's pupils were blown bigger than he'd ever seen them…he was breathin’ hard…he was very obviously hard.

“Okay, I believe you,” Angel wheezed.

Husk groaned and laughed pitifully. “How is it so hard to understand that?”

“You've never watched my pornos!”

“Because I'd rather have the real you,” Husk said, having clearly waited for that explanation. “You've got it all, Angel,” he praised, knowing what Angel needed to hear, “you've got the sense of humor, the smarts, the laugh, the moxxie…”

“...none of those are about how hot I am,” Angel whispered.

“Yes they are,” Husk assured. “But if it makes you feel better, you've got nice legs.”

Angel thought he might cry, but instead he agreed, “I do got the legs.”

Husk hummed and nibbled under his knee. He grunted as Angel kicked him with a squealing laugh. “Ticklish! Got it!!”

“Fuck, Husker, my pornos are full of valuable information!” Angel laid back into the pillows with a huff. Regardless, Husk’s laugh was becoming music to his ears. “I've never had this much fun gettin’ tormented.”

“So would you say I'm ‘ruining’ you enough?”

Angel shook his head, “Not enough!”

Husk crawled higher between his legs, turning his gaze back to the panties. “You're ruining me,” he told him, leaning down to press his nose into the fabric.

Angel held his breath, feeling dizzy!

Husk pulled back slightly, clearly confused.

“It's inside!!” Angel said quickly.

“What???”

“Husk, I swear to God, we're gonna watch one of my pornos together!”

Husk pulled the panties aside. “It's in a pussy??”

“No, it's in a slit. I mean, you can absolutely fit a dick into there if you pull it out.”

Husk considered as he stared. “What if I don't?”

“Huh?” Angel asked.

“What if I don't pull it out.”

Angel panicked a little. “Do you not like dicks??”

“No, no, I do!” Husk assured. “But what if I leave it in?”

Angel fell back again, “I didn't realize how kinky you were!!!”

“Would it hurt you?” Husk asked carefully.

Angel answered quickly, “No! Do it!! All you want!!!”

Husk leaned down, curiously nosing his slit. He dared to drag his tongue over the lips, surprised by the tanginess seeping out between them. This must be what Angel meant by wet. He dragged his tongue a second time, looking up to watch Angel’s reaction.

Angel cried out excitedly, closing his eyes as he arched his back. “Oh, finally,” he said in relief. He pressed against Husk's mouth, letting out a squeak and a giggle when his hips were pushed back down.

“Oh!” Angel gasped in surprise as Husk dipped his tongue inside of him. It dragged against the underside of his cock, making him squirm. “This is perfect, you're so perfect!”

Husk hummed happily, ears tilting back in relaxation as he ate out the beautiful creature beneath him. He pulled back when Angel was a noisy, wordless mess.

“Are you ready?” Husk asked, sitting back on his knees as he unzipped his pants. He climbed over Angel, “I can stop.”

“Don't you dare stop…I don't care if I'm never ready for this, I want you so bad, Husker.” He leaned up, kissing the smaller man. He almost felt embarrassed, tasting himself in Husk's mouth, but it turned him on so much it didn't matter.

Husk broke their kiss, panting as he adjusted back down Angel’s body.

Angel thought he might actually ascend to heaven when Husk finally pushed into him. The texture was dizzying. How had he never encountered spines before?! He didn't delve into the thoughts further, refusing to think of Valentino…beyond that one thought anyway.

Angel thought he heard something? “Wha…?”

“Does this feel good?” Husk repeated, slowly rocking his hips.

“Uhuhhh,” Angel answered, moving with him. “It's so rough.”

“Too rough?”

“No–go faster,” Angel told him, grateful that Husk actually listened this time. “Husk, fuck, Husk, that feels really good!” The way Husk's cock dragged against his own was enough to make him cry. He guessed he actually was when Husker licked at his face.

“I wanna cum,” Angel wept, “I'm goin’ crazy!”

Husk adjusted their bodies again, pulling Angel’s legs over his shoulders. Wordlessly, he started fucking him in earnest.

Angel forced himself to keep his eyes open, watching Husk’s parted lips. His brows were knit together. His ears laid back and his tail relaxed into the bed.

“Mommy,” Husk breathed, and it was enough to send Angel over the edge. He came, making a mess inside of himself.

“You too,” Angel pleaded, “inside of me.”

Husk obliged, pressing his face into Angel’s stomach and biting down as he climaxed. It was enough for Angel to see stars.

Husk let Angel’s legs fall to either side of him. He pulled out slowly, shuddering as Angel moaned with the action.

Angel tugged Husk to lie on his chest, relishing in the weight of his small frame.

“Oh,” Husk made a small, frustrated sound.

“What? What is it?!” Angel asked hurriedly.

“I forgot the vibrator,” Husk complained through his slowing breaths.

Angel giggled loudly, wrapping four arms around Husk. “Oh!” He peppered his face and ears with kisses. “I think I'll survive.”

Husk tilted his head back and kissed him softly. “Mm, another time.”

“Another time,” Angel agreed. “You gonna sleep again, Lil Guy?”

“Mmm, I'm awake,” Husk

said, clearly lying.

“I love how lazy you are,” Angel grinned, petting him slowly.

“Mm.” Husk purred.

“You're everythin’ to me,” Angel said and kissed between his ears. He grabbed his phone and took a photo of them lying together.

#SMUT #fanfic #til death do us part #huskerdust #mymart #hazbin hotel #husker #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #husk #hazbin husk #lilguyhusk #mommyangel

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captain-mj · 9 months

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Can you do a GravesPrice wedding???? (Also I want the shadows to try to getGraves into a dress and they succeed! You don’t have too tho. You can have Graves in a tux.)

I compromised with a white tux and a bridal veil, I hope that's alright? I projected a little bit of my struggles with femininity onto Graves

I'm writing a longer PriceGraves thing right now that I hope you guys enjoy

Graves sighed as Jason, Mila and Oz sat with him. "I don't like this. I don't like this at all. I appreciate you guys trying to make feel pretty on my special day and all, but I uh... I don't think I want to wear a dress."

Oz gasped. "But you look so nice!" And he did. Graves really did think he looked pretty. But it wasn't him. The dress was tight around his waist and looser around the shoulders. It did look lovely.

Mila nodded. "Yeah, but it's his special day. What do you think would fit you best, Boss?"

Graves frowned and actually thought about it. He never really thought he'd get a day like this. When he was a kid, he was told weddings were for women. Then, once it became more accepted for men to care about it, he had started to realize he was gay which definitely meant he could never have this. His family would've never tolerated it.

Now, he had a new family. Family that liked him. That didn't mind.

Still, he struggled sometimes. He sometimes wished he could approach being gay the way his younger friends did. That he could take eyeliner and put it on and makeup.

But that stuff didn't spark the same feelings in him that it did them. It was not freeing. It just...sparked nothing.

Graves put the white suit on and felt... Well. It was better. The pants were so much more comfortable at least. He didn't like having his bare legs out. But it still didn't feel quite right. Definitely closer though.

Jason got the idea for the veil and once Graves put it over his face, he was pretty sure this was the closest he'd get to what brides felt on their wedding day. It was a nice mix of femininity and masculinity that just felt nice. Good even.

Graves found he liked a lot of things about wedding planning. The flowers. The tasting a bunch of cakes. Price looking at him fondly every chance he got. It made him forget about the returned invitations from his family.

Price was a saint. Always was. Better than he deserved anyway.

So the day came. Price and Graves went back and forth about who should walk down the aisle and they eventually settled on Graves because Price didn't want to risk his knee giving him problems and they had to rush to adjust for him. It didn't happen often, but his knee could have him almost bedridden on bad days and Graves had agreed with him at the time.

But all the attention would be on him.

It hit him hard as he walked down the stupid aisle.

The flowers were a mix of buttercups and peonies. The florist had tried her best to get him to change his mind and pick flowers that looked better together or at least matched, but Graves had wanted peonies and Price wanted buttercups and neither wanted to tell the other person no.

There were only a handful of people. The 141, Jason, Mila, Oz, Laswell, Farah and Alex. Not too many people.

Graves didn't understand why something ached in his chest. Why the suit felt stifling. The veil a giant arrow pointing towards him for ridicule.

Too feminine, not feminine enough.

Price looked at him and smiled.

Just right.

Graves was... just right. He was fine. Because Price loved him as he was.

Price gently lifted the veil and let it drape across his back.

"Beautiful."

Graves started to cry. Price grabbed Graves's hands and kissed them, while the priest spoke. He had insisted that there be a priest even though Price didn't care. But Graves wanted there to be, so they made it happen.

Price almost kissed him before the "I do"s.

"John Michael Price. Do you take him to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"Phillip Thomas Graves. Do you take him to be your lawfully wedding husband?"

Graves had so many emotions. They almost choked him up until he couldn't say it, but he took a deep breath. "I do."

"You may now salute the groom."

They kissed. Soft and sweet. His arm went around Graves, holding him carefully. Graves went on his tippy toes to keep the kiss going, not for the first time hating the height gap.

A few of their friends clapped excitedly or whistled. Price pulled him away and smiled at him.

"Now, lets eat that cake, yeah, my love?"

Graves nodded and they held hands, cutting the cake. It was a vanilla bean flavor with a chocolate layer on top. They took their pieces and left everyone else to eat it. Graves remembered seeing videos of couples and offered a bite to Price on a fork. He made eye contact with him as he took his bite for mimicking him.

"You really do look beautiful. Even teary eyed. What happened?"

"I'm just really happy I got this day. With you."

#cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #Phillip graves #Price x Graves #Graves x Price #Captain John Price

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lericekrispie · 11 months

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With the new TMNT movie coming out soon, me and my brother have been binge watching the 2012 TMNT series!!! It's his first watch through, and its been so nostalgic for me. And as always, I'm addicted to my character designs so I thought I'd share

NOTES:

Age 15: They all get the same uniform the first time they go to the surface, I can imagine Splinter handing the uniform down as a heirloom, or he created it just for them :) they are so young, don't know what they are getting into or who they are yet, just babies. I tried to keep it as turtle inspired as possible

Age 16: They are getting a little older, finding themselves more. They would be getting more into human culture, watching human TV and getting April to get clothes for them so for the first time they can express themselves through their clothes. They keep elements of the uniform throughout the changes, but their clothes grow and evolve with them. Also, Mikey repping the gay and MLM colors :)

Age 17: Around the battle for New York, they had to leave just in the clothes they had, and don't get update clothes until they do the spiritual journey into the forest. They have seen and experienced harder things that have caused them to grow up faster, and have experienced life threatening injuries, and in Leo's case, his leg that for the rest of his outfits will be extra armored.

Age 18: They are more confident in themselves, their fighting style, and while not having a lot of down time, they value it immensely. This is the most free their outfits have been, the most them, without an excessive need to look a certain way. To look tough, to be armored, to be practical. It really is the outfits of where the highest of their skills meet the least unburdened they will be, shortly after this they will dress to send a message or project a certain image, will have seen their father die to shredder, and the world destroyed. Also She/Him Leo and Ace Donnie :)

Age 19: While understanding more who they are, the brothers now have certain ways they are trying to present themselves and the way these burdens have made them try to protect themselves. These outfits are based off of the Shredder Killer outfits. Leo is trying to present as armored, with unbreakable defenses, like a hero or a knight, for his allies to know that she will protect them, and for the enemies to know exactly who she is on the playing field, and hopefully draw attention away from her brothers as the leader. Raph has always presented more punk and tough, but now he shows it more in the jacket he wears, covering more skin, being less confident about where he is going to be hit and if he can take it. The shoulders and hair make him look bigger than he actually is. Donnie goes full practicality mode, adding more spaces for pockets and armor. Mikey also looses some of his colors he wore, in leu of stealth and being safer on the battle field.

Age 20: Set after the show, who knows what happens, but they are now adults and can put some space between what had happened and have time to digest. Leo doesn't un-armor, but she lets her hair grow longer and wears a longer cape, a sign of time passing and growing maturity, as well as taking on the title as the last sensi of the Hamato Clan. Mikey still wears fun clothes, but he has chosen his uniform to be more akin to his childhood uniform splinter gave them, in honor of his memory and their culture (like hes taking his childhood back, not letting the years lost mean his life is over kinda). Donnie only makes a couple adjustments, like covering skin- to show how the events have shaken him and made him feel more vulnerable, but adding more brown into the mix, showing hope and a peace that might be on the horizon. Raph grows into his skin more, loosing the sharp silhouette and having a more rounder one, showing his sharp edges calming down in a time of peace, and letting his hair down as he has time to relax. They all have the Hamato Clan sigil on their clothes :)

If you read that, Just scroll between ages 15 and 20. Crazy shit this is why I die for character design :')

#mine #digital art #character art #character design #character sheet #character ref sheet #character analysis #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt au #tmnt fanart #tmnt art #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph 2012 #tmnt donatello #digital illustration #i treat digital art like a fashion game

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shanesboyfriend · 1 year

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The Flower Dance (Shane x Reader)

haha first post and its already very self indulgent. anyways, this is based on how i've always danced with shane at the flower dance, since i basically shower him in gifts!! hope you enjoy!

Shane x male!Reader (he/him)

Summary: Obviously you wanted to dance with him. Without a doubt. But you knew he had issues with trust. If you asked him to dance though, he might be upset. Might think your request was a way of you making fun of him or he might take it the wrong way. If he wasn't interested romantically in you, he might close himself off again. There were a lot of ways this could go wrong...

Moving into the Valley was, so far, the best decision you'd ever made.

The Spring had been peaceful and, while you were still finding your footing with this whole farming thing, you'd been doing pretty well! You'd already grown a decent amount of parsnips and the new potatoes and cauliflowers were growing perfectly. Currently you were saving up for some green beans. Though you weren't exactly thinking that hard about that right now.

Right now, you were looking yourself over in a full body mirror, frowning slightly at the blue suit, embroidered with faint, lighter blue floral patterns. "I dunno, Haley," you hummed with a squinted your eyes at yourself, turning to see yourself from the side. "Isn't it a bit..."

"Tacky?" The blonde girl giggled from where she sat on her own bed. Her sister, Emily, had been kind enough to make you an outfit for the Flower Dance this year though you were questioning if the suits were really supposed to be this... uncomfortable. "Yeah," Haley sighed wistfully. "Mayor Lewis loves tradition though. Em's offered to give the outfits an upgrade but he's always refused." She pulled the edge of her skirt down slightly, the soft white fabric looking pretty on her.

Were you not gay, she would undoubtedly been the girl of your dreams.

"At least your dresses are pretty," you pointed out with a pout. "You guys have more stylistic freedom." The men had to wear blue suits with white button up shirts while the girls could wear any white dress so long as the skirt was knee-length.

Haley shrugged with a smirk. "Wear a dress next year then." You paused at her suggestion. The idea tempted you honestly...

Emily knocked on the door quickly. "You guys ready? I don't want us to be late."

"Coming, Em." Haley rolled her eyes almost dramatically. As you got closer to the sisters, they would often comment to you how 'weird' it was that they were sisters, like they were so different they couldn't possibly be related. But then they'd immediately do something so sister-like it floored you.

But hey, what did you know?

The walk to the fields wasn't too long nor was it as bad as you thought it would be in dress clothes. Haley complained a bit about how she didn't want grass stains on her shoes and Emily pointed out how they'd be dancing in a field so it didn't matter.

"Soooo... what's the point of this dance?" You asked as the three of you neared the clearing. You'd understood the point of the Egg Festival and the egg hunt had been fun, but this festival was unknown to you. There'd been nothing like this in the city.

Emily made a little happy sound, twirling a bit as she walked. "Something about fertility rituals." You immediately paled and she just laughed good-naturedly. "The meaning has changed over the years, don't worry!" Emily did another twirl with a reassuring smile. "Nowadays, the dance is just something couples or close friends do together..." She seemed wistful as she stared out at the open field "Dancing is how I feel connected to the world around me." Emily said, almost a dreamy tone to her voice. "I've never bought into the idea of self. It's more sensible to me that we are all ripples in the universe... So dancing makes me feel like I'm apart of the universe, a ripple of my own."

You and Haley shared a look as her sister adjusted the red flower in her blue hair. "She's weird," Haley whispered as Emily made her way into the clearing and out of earshot. "I never understand how her mind works..." Haley sighed with a shake of her head, the flower crown on her head rustling..

Shrugging, you just followed after Haley as she led the way towards Alex. "She's nice though. Could be worse."

Haley gave you a look. "Like that'd stop you." She teased, making you blush.

Her comment wasn't untrue, you thought to yourself as your eyes drifted across the field and landed on a very particular man. One you had, despite his best interest, whittled down enough to be considered a friend. Buying him drinks had certainly earned you favor but the pizza you'd bought him for his birthday had sealed the deal.

You were friends with Shane. Regardless of how hard he'd tried to be mean to you, he'd softened with you. You'd shared a drink with him by the lake and listened to his troubles, his drunken ramblings. At one point, a few days ago, he'd asked if he'd ever gotten sentimental when drunk. You'd lied and said no and he'd told you that, should he ever get that way, to forget whatever he said.

He had issues with intimacy and trust. You had issues with a need to be useful and you did things without really thinking or planning. But hey, it'd landed you here, so maybe it wasn't all bad.

When you had told Haley about your budding friendship with Shane a few days ago, she hadn't even pretended to be surprised. "You befriended me before anyone else," she had said as she painted your nails, "Clearly you have a 'type' of person you like."

You'd chosen to not think about it too much.

"Sooo... you gonna ask him to dance with you?" Present day Haley asked, hands resting on her hips.

Staring at Haley, a few thoughts crossed your mind. First one was that you were never confiding secrets in Haley again. Second was a worry that you were obvious in your feelings for him.

You glanced quickly across the field at Shane, dressed in a plain blue blazer and matching dress pants, the white shirt unbuttoned just a bit at the top and he'd clearly abstained from wearing a tie. He seemed to be conversing with Alex, likely about the recent gridball game. They liked the same team, as far as you knew. Shane seemed so enthralled in the conversation he didn't even notice you staring.

"I have no idea what you mean." You said to Haley with undeserved confidence.

She leveled you with an unimpressed look. "Uh huh. Sure babe. Look, Shane's never been asked to dance by anyone in this town that, like, actually wanted to dance with him specifically. He and Emmy only dance together 'cuz it's mutually beneficial." Haley smirked at you. "He'd probably be reeeeal happy if you asked him. Since you like him and all."

You paused at that, feeling a pang in your heart as you blushed. As Haley walked off to go practice her dance moves, you mulled over her words. You knew Shane hadn't grown up in the valley and, up until a few years ago, he'd never needed to participate in the dance.

So the idea that Shane had never danced with someone who liked him made you feel weird. Not pitiful but something close.

Obviously you wanted to dance with him. Without a doubt. But you knew he had issues with trust. If you asked him to dance though, he might be upset. Might think your request was a way of you making fun of him or he might take it the wrong way. If he wasn't interested romantically in you, he might close himself off again. There were a lot of ways this could go wrong...

You felt yourself zone out. A lot of your thoughts surrounding Shane and what you were going to do. You were so entranced that you didn't even see the little figure approaching you until she tugged on your arm. "Oh!" You exclaimed, looking down at Jas. "Hey sweetheart. You need something?"

Since moving to the town, you'd become familiar with a lot of the townspeople. Jas included. You brought her daffodils almost every morning and chatted with her when you saw her. She was a sweet girl, very mature and observant for her age. Marnie had talked a little bit about her parents being gone, that her mom had been Marnie's niece and Shane's sister. That her death had been devastating.

Jas was acutely aware of her parent's existences. She'd been barely two when they'd died but talking about them upset her immensely.

"Are you going to ask Uncle Shane to dance?" Jas asked innocently, a too-knowing look behind her eyes.

You felt your face heat up, looking away nervously. "Ah, um, well, I... I dunno if he'd want to dance with me. I'm sure he'd rather dance with Emily..."

Jas looked up at you and giggled, almost like you'd said something ridiculous. "He talks about you a lot! I hear him sometimes in the barn talking to Charlie. He really, really likes you." She smiled, taking your hand in hers. "C'mon! I'll help ya!"

"J-Jas- No it's okay! You don't have to-" You stuttered as the girl pulled you across the field. Secretly, though, you let her lead you. A deep part of you wanted Shane to dance with you and Jas could be a good buffer if he said no. Even if he did reject you, he may be softer about it with Jas present...

At least you wouldn't be stewing over 'what-ifs'...

"Uncle Shane!" Jas called, practically skipping over.

Shane's head snapped over immediately, his eyes on her before he looked at you. It made your stomach do flips and made your face heat up. As much as he believed he had fucked up with Jas, he clearly adored her and she adored him in turn. He wasn't perfect, far from it, but you knew he cared.

The thought he'd make a good dad was quickly stamped out before it could blossom.

"What's up squirt?" Shane asked, making his way over. Alex had walked off to go see Haley so it was just the three of you. At least that'd lessen your embarrassment if he rejected you.

Jas said nothing, just reached over and took his hand in hers. Before Shane could ask her what was up, she pressed your hands together, your fingers tangling with Shane's. His hands were warm...

The older man blinked down at his goddaughter, a flush creeping up his neck. "Uhhh... Jas? What's, uh-"

"The farmer wants to dance with you!" She beamed, looking proud of herself and her matchmaking skills. "Have fun!" Jas said before skipping off to find Vincent.

Shane let go of your hand quickly and chuckled nervously. "Uh, sorry about her. She's- that's new from her."

You swayed a bit on your feet, feigning ignorance. "Yeah, I, um, I dunno what that was..." Swallowing, you decided to take a leap. "But, um, if you wanted to dance with me... I- I want to dance with you." You let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding.

Shane stared at you like you'd grown two heads. "You... want to dance with me?" He asked incredulously. "I thought you'd be dancin' with Haley?"

Now it was your turn to stare. "What? No, I- Why would I be dancing with Haley?"

"Dude, you follow her around like a lost puppy." Shane smirked, giving you a look. "Figured you'd be with her."

You blushed a bit and gave him a shrug. "Well, I like you. I'd rather dance with you."

...Fuck, wait, shit!

Shane stared at you, gaze softening slowly. "You're serious?" His voice was soft. As if you were going to pull out the rug from underneath him. Make fun of him.

You nodded quickly, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. "I want to dance with you."

Shane let out a soft huff, smiling down at his shoes. "Yeah. Alright. Since it's you." You swore he was blushing as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Um. See you then?"

Feeling lightheaded, you nodded. You knew you were smiling dumbly as Shane walked away. You turned to watch him go and you wondered if he was just as nervous about the whole thing as you were.

#puppy writes shane #stardew valley #sdv fanfic #sdv shane #puppy writes male!reader #sdv shane x reader

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octuscle · 1 year

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I have a complaint I'd like to file. I used your app's new job feature where it apparently takes information from your subconscious and work history to determine the best job for you. I was an office worker at my dad's company, got put on leave for my attitude or whatever. Anyway, used the feature and got "gay male stripper" as my recommended job. Now it says I need to spend at least 6 weeks to determine if the job is a good fit. I mean wtf, where the hell did that even come from? It's been a week and I'm fucking tired of dancing and stripping, its like my body just does what it wants once my shift starts and I can't think straight. You need to reverse this, what if my bros see me like this?!

I don't understand your complaint… You have chosen certain settings. The settings have been carried out. You should not fight against your subconscious…. Be open for something new! And don't worry, your bros won't recognize you anymore… I'll quickly adjust a few things, then you'll feel much more comfortable.

First of all, you are still working in your father's company. Your grandfather opened the club in South Beach after he had to leave the legendary predecessor in Havana. And everything you can do, you have learned from your mother. Es la reina del baile en barra.

Oil yourself up especially well today. I hear there are some scouts from the Colt Studio Group in town tonight. Maybe the next stage of your career will start!

#male tf #muscle tf #chronivac #reality change #race change

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amethysttribble · 23 days

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I'm rereading Everlasting Song in honor of the new chapter update (love it great job!!!) and thing I never noticed before: Do people assume that Maglor and Maedhros are lovers? Like Oberyn/Doran and others? As the explanation for why they are so close/devoted to each other? And, I really should have noticed this earlier, are the boys like well known for being super attractive since they are reborn elves which makes them hot and honorable? (With an approx least honorable elf = most honorable man in westeros metric) Is Varys considering this in his hot talented men who have show no interest in women conspiracy??????? (Curufins cute crush aside)

Thank you so much for this ask! It made me laugh so hard, sorry for the late reply.

Haha, yes; quite a few people think Maedhros Tully and Maglor Sand are lovers. I'm not surprised you didn't notice as it's a joke I play with very quietly, but it's there.

It's kinda a common rumor/salacious bit of gossip that's spread around, especially in Renly and Loras's circles and then also Edmure's circle.

Renly tells everyone that they're together (he has no proof of this), Loras maintains that 'perfect lord and knight Maedhros' hasn't 'realized' but does subconsciously return Maglor's feelings, while poor Mags is being strung along.

Littlefinger is also a hateful little gossip, and he actually refutes the rumor, saying he has a DIRECT line to Maedhros, there's no way he has a lover, he'd KNOW. Maedhros would come to him first if he was looking to dally. No no, he's much too uptight.

Meanwhile, Edmure HATES Maglor, because he has a general beef with singers and he's jealous that this random bastard is stealing his brother's time. He also thinks his brother could do much better, Edmure knows very accomplished knights of similar 'inclinations', what's so special about Maglor, anyway?

But after he finds Maedhros weeping on the floor about Maglor's 'death', he's extremely kind and sympathetic. He's goes to Cat and is like, "Here's the deal, sis, our brother's boytoy is dead and he's devasted as only two men bonded homoerotically can be, it’s a warrior’s bond” and Cat's trying to calculate all that in her head with everything she just learned about Maedhros's 'Fin', and suffice to say the two of them have had QUITE the background conversation about Maedhros's love life.

Oberyn and the Sand Snakes USED to think that Maglor was massively in love with Maedhros. Oberyn has tried to have a few conversations with him about it, to say nothing of his sisters, who were annoying about it, haha. But eventually they all got the hint that Maglor isn't lying, he's serious when he says he loves Maedhros as a brother, it's not like that, and also he's not interested in a relationship with anyone, actually.

This was a hard pill for Oberyn to swallow, lol. I think he's still doing the mental calculus about it, actually, but he's reached the 'if you say so' stage of acceptance, where he doesn't get it, but he's not questioning it.

And yes, the boys are all considered quite tall for Westerosi men (tho they certainly aren't their Elven heights) and pretty damn good looking (tho, again, not in an Elven way - their features have been adjusted. If you were to put portraits of the elf boys and the westeros boys next to each other, there'd be a pretty stark difference, even if it would still be obvious they're the same people). I do think the hotness is scaled, tho.

Celegorm 'the Fair' and Maedhros 'Well-Made' were the hot ones in Valinor, and remain such here (once Celegorm was older and knighted and the two of them were traipsing around the Riverlands together, they must have been a dangerous pair to look at, haha), while the rest of the boys are generally above average. But it's not like they're all a bunch of super models.

But Varys is kinda like ??? about the whole thing, because it is a pattern. I don't think he pays too much attention to the women thing, because his notes look like this-

Maedhros - Gay. Sad.

Maglor - ??? Sneaky. Visits brothels but does not buy. (His spy methods remind Varys of himself, so he doesn't think its weird)

Celegorm - Has the Ned Stark Raised Bastard Trauma, is terrified of conceiving.

Caranthir - Slut (Caranthir is interested in women! As mentioned in his last North to South chapter, he's had a handful of 'friends w/ benefits' in the Red Keep who he's gone to third base with; he was really hoping Arianne would take his 'virginity' lol, since there was no threat to her reputation, but alas. Politics.)

Curufin - Crush on Lady Sansa

Amras and Amrod - Nine Years Old

But they do all still clock as weird, as not one of them does the typical Westerosi man thing of going to brothels or participate in that culture. Not even Caranthir. He has consensual relationships with lower status women with clearly communicated boundaries and expectations. I think he might be the most suspicious one all, actually.

Thanks again for this ask!!

#ask #tribble post #everlasting song

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gremlintrash · 8 months

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Obviously there's nothing wrong with pointing out the reality of things like rape where men are the vast majority of perpetrators and they tend to be more violent perpetrators and pentitrative rape is almost always more physically damaging and rape that carries the possibility of pregnancy is additionally traumatizing. In fact I feel like these are conversations we have frequently on here and are all fairly in agreement over, these are not controversial statements.

The issue becomes when you say that if a woman does the same thing to someone (male or female) it is somehow less traumatic to the victim. Statements like "My gay friend was coercively raped by an older woman, but if he were straight he probably would have liked it" is not logically consistent with the view that coercive rape IS rape, which is a favourite talking point on here. Also, I don't expect most of you to know this because in spite of how high and mighty you act, a lot of you are not educated on the things you're actually talking about but there needs to be acknowledgement that durring rape people can and do experience physical arousal. Yes, even if they do not want what is happening and it is going to traumatize them. No one wants to have that conversation because its very uncomfortable, but it's well documented, it's literally something pedophiles use to justify csa and makes victims feel very betrayed by their bodies.

By the way, how are you separating men specifically in all of this? Personally I still think that would be disgusting, but I'm aware there's a lot of you who don't give two shits about men (or at least claim to when its convenient) and actively delight in their misery which is. Definitely well adjusted, particularly in this conversation. So let me ask you how all of this applies only to men but not to women? Are you sure they're arguments which could not be turned around on you to excuse abhorrent behavior?

I also just do not understand why you would feel the need to rank types of sexual assault in the first place "If I had to choose, I would rather be externally raped or forced to penetrate someone else, then I think it would be worse to be penetrated with fingers, then an object, then a penis" and "well a man being forced to penetrate someone is only *that bad* if it's happening to a gay man or a csa victim - if theres no extenuating circumstance like that then its not that bad, he would probably actually enjoy it" what is more productive in this conversation than in the ones I outlined in the beginning? What extra information are you communicating?

I think a lot of you don't understand that you're speaking to other people and you're speaking PUBLICLY about things that have actually happened to other people, these are not just hypotheticals.

#clearly i still feel some type of way about this

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janaknandini-singh999 · 9 months

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Chapter 4

"Shl- umm ugh damn you're a mess, honey. Here." Manika offered a tissue to Shlokaa in the washroom but she just glared at it

"Well, at least you took care of that dyke." she smirked. "Now for that autistic bitch. Your friendship standards did go downhill, girl. I mean, I was here the whole time plus we've known each other since we were kids. There's one bitch who ain't into men and one who'd just cry and shake uncontrollably while being fucked by one. What has the world come to-"

"Shut your goddamn mouth, Manika. If you dare say one more-"

Suddenly one of the stalls' door unlocked and Aditi came out, sobbing. Shlokaa ran and hugged her.

"Oopsie." Manika looked at her, then at Shlokaa and finished washing her hands

"Get out. right. now." Shlokaa hissed

Manika raised her hands in mock defeat and left, eyeing her and smiling before she did

"I'm so so sorry. She was talking nonsense." Shlokaa kissed her friend's forehead

Despite it, Aditi laughed "Nahh, don't make it look better than it is. I am autistic, let's face it. But not severely, unlike unfortunate ones who are. There's still so much stigma and I-"

"I know, sweetheart. I know." Shlokaa held her tighter

"But one thing she got right. Crying and shaking uncontrollably? Why, that's just great sex and I want that, come on!" she laughed "But if you don't want to be friends anym-"

"Of course not, shut up!"

Aditi smiled wistfully "Speaking of friends, poor Vilasini."

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Vilasini had been crying for a while now, curled up outside the little pooja grah.

Good for her she was a silent one, she'd be breaking down and nobody in the house would know. Right now, she just whispered

"Where am I going wrong, Kanha? I.. I thought if I could be as charming as you, maybe... I forgot your life was not easy either. It was everything but that and I feel you, bestie. Sometimes I feel you're the only one who gets me."

As if to contradict that right away, her phone rung. She slowly went to her room where it was and cleared her throat before answering.

"Hello?"

"Crying?"

Vilasini sighed and rolled on the bed, exhausted

"That evident?"

"Uhmmhm. You know, we could pull a Baazigar on her. I make her fall for me then kill her and throw into the sea hehehe"

"That's one big vendetta, R. But if she couldn't fall for a pretty face like me, how would she for an ugly ass like yours?"

"Even in this condition, you're roasting me! Talk about coping mechanisms."

"True. But thanks for the thought. What would I have done without you, mY saviour?"

A knock. "I'll call you back later, Raman."

"Complicated" would be an understatement for brown households. A girl and guy can't just be 'best friends'. Same sex ones can't be more than friends.

Vilasini opened the door to see her mother.

"Rakhi toh pehnaa do apne bhai ko." She came in, dressed impeccably in an orange sari and then whispered "gift bhi toh milega."

"Arey, ussi se koi meri raksha kar le. Paise main hi de du phir." Vilasini mumbled but went to change before coming into the living room.

"Meri favourite behen!! Where's my mithai and rakhi?!" Vilasini's brother squealed and then lowering his voice "should I tell mummy on this auspicious occasion that you're gay?" and chuckled

"Laao, mummy thaali. Yeh zyaada hi bol raha hain, iska muh mithai se band toh karu!"

"Hey! No fighting on festivals! Also, I have something to tell you both. We are shifting."

Vilasini's brother groaned and went inside his room. Vilasini came closer to her mother.

"What? Waapis? Mummy, you know how much it took for me to adjust to being your perfect girl and make this many friends. How many times do I keep doing it?"

"I know, beta but your papa is in such a job. He's in the army, we've got to respect that. Life is all about adapting and army kids have an edge because of this. But there's a good news. We are shifting to your favourite cousin Aditi's city! Khush ho na, beta? I made the arrangements so you'll be in the same school as hers!"

Vilasini's world tilted. Aditi's school is also Shlokaa's. That meant seeing her every day.

"The other day at didi's reception shaadi-" Vilasini thought about how she would tell about the incident to her mother. She finally said firmly "mummy, I have something to tell you."

"Jaanti hu. Tumhe ladkiyan pasand hain, na?"

Another shock. A greater one. It was a surprise how she was standing on her feet right now.

"Mum-"

"Shh. Kuch kehne ki zaroorat nahi hain."

"Did he tell-" Vilasini's mouth opened, pointing to her brother's room

She shook her head "Mujhe toh pata bhi nahi thha ki usse pata hain. Does everyone here know but me?"

"Aisa nahi hain, mummy. Maine toh abhi baba ko bhi.. he toh wouldn't even."

"Shh, fathers worry too but mothers are mothers aur main mummy hu tumhari. Mujhe nahi pata chalta toh kisse chalta? You know, there was a time when parents used to decide everything for their children, including careers? But only the child knows where their true passion lies. So, we shouldn't force our perceptions, our identity on them. Same goes for everything else, including who they love. Even if people decide for their children, they don't end up dealing with the consequences themselves, the child does. Journey sabki alag hain."

"Oye hoye, meri chalti phirti self help book." Vilasini couldn't help herself and embraced her mother, crying

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"Didi, I want to tell you something."

Shlokaa turned around "What is it, Jai? Get your Rakhi tied fast I have work to do."

"I.. I don't feel like a boy."

Shlokaa sat up and blanked out "What?"

"Please don't tell anyone, didi. Please please! I just had to tell someone. I've been.. it's been a long time. I.. almost tried to. But then I realized I don't want to end my life. I want to live. As myself."

Dreading it, shlokaa held up her hand and touched the kid softly "It's all ok, my love. I'll be your sister regardless." and got a hug

"I love you, didi."

"I love you, too- um"

"Jaya." her sister's eyes twinkled with so much happiness Shlokaa thought she would cry

"Jaya, my beautiful sister."

Jaya sobbed in her arms and suddenly sat upright "And oh, I want to tie Rakhi to you. I've realized gender and love, romantic or platonic, never matters. All it takes is for it just to be there. And you've always protected me."

"Jai, Shlokaa! Come, let's do the Rakhi now." their mother called

On being called her dead name, Jaya grew sad but Shlokaa held her hand, mouthing "Don't worry, we will handle it."

"There you both are! Also, Shlokaa, a new student is coming to the school tomorrow. Help me with her files and to get her settled."

Shlokaa's mother was a teacher and very serious about her work. She had her files open even on the table right now.

"Oh, it's Aditi's cousin Vilasini. She'll be in your class."

#desi aesthetic #desiblr #desi tag #desi #desi culture #desi dark academia #desi stuff #desi academia #desi girl #just desi things #desi wlw #saptiya series

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002 | Give me a character & I will tell you: Spock

I also got this from an anon so I'm assuming everyone's like we know how she feels about McKirk, what about Spock?? 😂

How I feel about this character: Okay, so… it is not the character, it is the fanbase. Spock is awesome! All three actors do an absolutely fantastic job! But the fanbase is kind of… too much for me. I'm not speaking so much about the intense love for him as I am talking about projecting things onto him that have very little to do with the writers' initial intent and then getting angry when canonical portrayals don't match up. Like, people will absolutely INSIST that Spock is gay and then get angry when he's paired with women in new incarnations, despite the fact that (a) bisexual+ people exist, so him being with a woman does not automatically make him straight, and (b) Spock was never intended to be anything but heterosexual anyway. I won't deny that SNW in particular has made some choices where I understand the frustration--I absolutely understand why Jewish fans are upset by the bacon scene--but I think the preciousness over Spock and his fanon is what puts people like me off him a bit. He's a great character, excellently portrayed, but I could really do without the people who can't recognize where their fanon ends and canon begins.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I understand the love for Spirk! But of the triumvirate and its satellite ships, it's kind of the least interesting to me. I like how Spock/Uhura works as a companion ship to McKirk! And I think SNW is doing really cool stuff with Spock/Christine and the idea that a young Spock would explore emotionality that way (especially after seeing his parents' marriage).

My non-romantic OTP for this character: The triumvirate, of course! Particularly in Star Trek V, I love the warmth and camaraderie of the camping scenes. I also really love his familial dynamics with Amanda and Michael (Sarek is… complicated…), and when it comes to Pike, the SNW S1 finale actually made me cry with how it portrayed their relationship and its impact on both of them.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I kinda accidentally got into that earlier, didn't I. Oops. I think something that strikes me about Spock and how I relate to fanon is I actually see him more as aro/ace, but I understand how complicated that gets as a headcanon because it might imply that aro/ace people are unemotional, etc. I sort of see him as a keen observer of relationship dynamics (in McKirk fics, I always appreciate a Spock who understands they're romantically involved but keeps quiet out of discretion), but someone who doesn't necessarily desire a romantic relationship for himself.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I totally understand why the subsequent AOS movies past the first one used him sparingly--having him in the first movie at all is a base to bridge the universes on--but I would find more knowledge of what Spock did to rebuild Vulcan society and how he adjusted to a new universe fascinating!

my OTP: Secondary to McKirk, I really do see the appeal of Spones! I think they're an awesome ship and I want to write more for their dynamic (thus far I've written a friendship fic I'm still really proud of). I love both the silly memes people make about them as well as the serious meta people do about why these characters work as a pairing and their relationship to each other.

my cross over ship: I don't think about crossover ships that much! Although now that I'm thinking about it, I would find him having some sort of relationship with Garak fascinating. Garak lies and eludes constantly, and Spock is held to not lie but actually does, and I think they could play off each other in an interesting way. Plus Garak is so lively and jovial whereas Spock is more serious but also has a dry wit I think Garak would love.

a headcanon fact: In my fic I linked above, I tried to build more on the idea of Spock having a dyslexia-like condition that Discovery established. I thought it was pretty cool that Discovery gave a character who's well-known for his intellect a learning disability! I like the idea that it gives him a lot of empathy for those in similar situations and that he's able to use his past struggles to help those on ship crews or in academic settings who need it.

#ask box #lenievi #thank you leni and anon!#series: star trek #spock #trai does meta

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kookie-doughs · 11 months

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Happy Meal

Hawks / Keigo Takami X Reader

-As a young mother YN didn't know what to do when the number 2 hero had taken the last happy meal that her son so desperately want.

Chapter 22: Family

"Kei," You pull him to the bed you share with a smile. "Thank you."

He gives you a kiss. "For what exactly I think I need you to stroke my ego."

You giggled, "Well thank you for being here for me and Sato. Thank you for letting me stay with Tenko. Thank you for giving everyone a chance."

He looks at you so tenderly, his stare making your heart skip.

"YN, I love you. Anything you want, I'll do it. And Tomura, he wasn't a lost cost. All Might saw hope, and who else would be better to change him than Sato and you. Not to mention after what he did for Sato."

"Youre letting him stay with us. That means so much to the three of us."

"He's your family." He kissed your forehead. "Despite him thinking otherwise all those years ago, I know you think of him as family. That's why you couldn't leave him that time."

"He never saw me romantically honestly. It was just attachment. No one else was there for him aside from me."

"Well he's still attached, but at least not the 'I'm going to keep you chained to me' type of attachment anymore."

"Yeah I think I like the lost dog attachment more than that."

"How are you okay after he kidnapped you though? You're not upset, you're not feeling anything."

"I was never scared of him. I trusted him. Not to mention it was my fault for leaving him that time. I could've taken him with me. I'm glad, he turned a new leaf."

"Fatherhood does that. Hell, I'm not Sato's real dad and I'm changing."

"You are his dad. You and Tenko."

"Dabi is our dog."

"You are so mean!" You laughed.

He pulls you to his chest chuckling, "They're not bad. They make it fun. It's like... we have 2 other kids."

"I wonder what's going to happen if Tenko gets a girlfriend." You giggled at the thought.

"Oh yeah I live with my ex girlfriend, who i kidnapped, her husband, who almost killed me, and our son. You wanna know what happened? Well I was a mass murderer and killed even as a kid you know just this and that. Then my ex, I got obsessed with her but she was my stepsister so it wasn't a good idea."

"That's so stupid! Why am I his stepsister?!"

"You practically were! Your dad adopted him so, siblings but not by blood. Stepsister."

"Why are you my husband?"

He smirks and pulls you closer, "Because I am. I'm going to marry you. Someday."

"You forgot to add Dabi in the story."

"Ooh, what if Dabi ends up being his partner!!"

"No."

"You're so boring."

"I'd rather not think about those two being intimate."

"Tomura is only going to love Sato. No one else. I can feel it. He's going to be our basement dweller."

"Dabi is gonna be a ladies man. Give people time to adjust, make them forget he was a villain, he'd be popular."

"Sato is gonna be the greatest hero. Imagine having so many quirks. Everyone is gonna be jealous of him."

"Are you not going back to being a hero?"

"I think I'd rather focus on family. I'm done being a hero. Been a hero since i was a kid, early retirement isnt bad."

"Who's part of that family..."

"You, Sato, Tomura, maybe another kid. Occasionally Dabi too."

You smile at him. "Tomura is family?"

"He is to you, and since we're getting married your family will be my family."

"I can't wait for our family."

Your lips met in a kiss that spoke of everything left unsaid, a celebration of your shared journey, and a promise of an everlasting connection.

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AFTER SO LONG I FINALLY FINISHED IT! IM SORRY IF THE ENDING WASN'T GOOD BUT I COULDN'T REMEMBER THE ENDING I FIRST HAD IN MIND

But I'm so glad I got this over with😭 Im sorry it took so long

I hope the time it took to write this doesn't discourage you when I write my other stories🥲 thank you for your support I hope you continue to do so hehe

lov ya guyssss

-kookiedoughs

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I'm sorry. I hate to say this but it really looks like the new LITG writers hate LGBT women and women in general. This season is a pain to get through if you're on a loyal Claudia route. Bea stans have it worse since their gf was written to be Liam's babysitter. It's exhausting. Season 1 wasn't all that progressive but at least gay people could still be involved in the ex drama. Season 8 just doesn't feel good if you're not romancing the guys. Gay women can't enjoy the drama with their LIs. Season 7 was so much better. I don't know why they took fifty steps back. I think the hate that Bonnie received has something to do with that. Instead of paying their staff to code a bi route that's separate from the exclusive fxf route, they made it impossible to have a relationship with a woman. You can still have a female lover and wind up with her if you haven't jumped ship by the final recoupling but you can no longer have a fxf romance. There were so many people begging them for a Hazel route. For some reason we can end up with Liam but we can't end up with Hazel or any of MC's female rivals. Liam's threesome was the writers rubbing salt into the wound. The moral of the story is that you can have a redemption arc if you undermine women but you can't have a redemption arc if you're a woman.

I will wholeheartedly agree with the fact that the female characters in the newer seasons (which I'm considering S5-8) are not written very positively. If they're not an LI, they're probably an antagonist to MC, and there's no in between. There's no redemption or character development, which, the latter has been a problem for most if not all the characters regardless of gender, but because they tend to make all the male characters LI's, those guys are always being presented more positively so tend to not need any development.

The routes I feel like have always not been great. I'm not the most well versed in all the LITG routes, but I can't really think of an exclusive fxf route aside from S3 (which I almost don't want to count because the storylines are all just "have fun with your LI the whole show") and S4 and that may be just because you get to couple up with a female character early on. So I don't really think this is a product of recent writers.

And that might be just down to the premise of Love Island being very heteronormative, but there have been some LGBT couples in the actual show even if just briefly, and the show seems to be able to adapt alright without breaking the format entirely. (And like,,, it's a fictional game with fictional characters, the writers can bend the rules to their will I think). Even in the game, S3 they just adjust by having two of the male characters couple up or in S1 having a different character introduced depending on if MC is with Talia or one of the guys. So there's definitely ways to make the routes work, albeit with more coding/branching needed, but I think the players would enjoy the effort.

Personally, I did think it was weird when Claudia sorta just disappeared after Casa and then the drama was just about the boys. But Claudia has some fun characterization and she has quite a few scenes with MC up until then, so I wouldn't necessarily say the romance is dead on that front, especially compared to S6, barely getting any time with the three interchangeable female LIs. (I haven't played S7 all the way through so I'm not sure what the characters there are like). I would love a rivals to lovers storyline with a female LI (which I guess they did with Gabi but mehh S5 is a mess), but Hazel's position in the story is absolutely just as a rival in case you wanted to go for Hari I think. And this just reiterates the fact that the non-LI women in the most recent seasons are competition.

In conclusion: yeah I fucking wish they wrote the women better too

#idk why this ask went to me but i will take the opportunity to talk about women lol #if this is a little confusing to read im sorry it's like 1am and i know i'm going to forget to post this later #litg

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billthedrake · 2 years

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DOUBLE SIDED

"This feels nice," Logan said as we lay in his condo bed, slowly feeling each other's naked body up and making out softly.

"It does," I admitted.

It had been too long since I'd seen my little brother, three whole years, but after a year of dealing with divorce shit and feeling in the dumps, I decided to take some personal time and fly to New York for a few days. It was Logan's idea, and he invited me up in a way that suggested there would be no strings. Just two brothers catching up and having a fun long weekend.

Well, the second I saw Logan I knew it was gonna be more. My heart felt like it stopped or slowed and I just felt that kind of dizzy giddiness. Logan felt it too.

"Hey," he said, as he ushered me in. His place seemed small by North Carolina standards, but it was a nice, modern one-bedroom with a pretty sweet view. Logan did pretty dang good for himself.

I stepped in, unable to break my goofy smile or take my eyes off him, not even to look around the place. He was real hunky, muscular but a lot leaner than I was. He always confessed he loved my beefy build, but I would have taken his body in a heartbeat. I guess we all want to be something we're not.

"Hey," I answered, hoping I was reading his eye contact right.

I was. Logan stepped up to me and like that, my little brother's strong arms were slinking around my waist and pulling my taller, bigger body to him. Our kiss was electric. Deep, sensual and able to send goosebumps all over my skin.

"I wasn't sure you'd be up for that," he hissed as he pulled back.

My hands clung to every inch I could grip. Even through his polo shirt it felt real fucking solid. "I'm even more up for it now," I replied. "In case you don't remember, I'm no longer a married man."

Logan got a contrite look on his face. "Sorry, Dunc." My brother was the only one who called me Dunc instead of Duncan.

"Some things are meant to be," I said. I knew there would be time to talk about the big adjustments in my life post divorce, but that could wait. "Maybe we can get naked?" I urged.

Logan smiled big. "Oh yeah."

We went to his bedroom and playfully stripped for each other. I may be 41 and Logan 35 but it was just back like when we were younger easy. Our bodies felt warmer as we embraced naked and hard. I'd experimented with shaving down my chest and Logan had gotten hairier, even growing a soft bristly beard. It was like a reverse of the normal us, but it felt the same, too. Hands on each other, mutual admiration, deep kissing. Sensual incest.

Logan went down on me, but I held off cumming, even though my little bro is a total stud when sucking dick. I did my best to return the favor, until Logan tapped my shoulder. Either he was getting too close to blowing or he just wanted to move on to something else. "So big bro... you been taking advantage of your new freedom?" he asked.

"Some," I replied. "Not a lot." I'd fooled around with some guys since divorcing Sara, but I'm not proud to say my batting average while married was about the same.

Logan nodded, running his hand up and down my smooth abs. I got the sense he looked the shaved look on me, or at least the novelty. "You still take bottom bunk?"

"Yeah, pretty much," I grinned. This was one bond Logan and I had. He was an out and proud gay dude, and I was a closeted small town cop who went to the big city for my occasional hookups. But our preferences in bed were strikingly similar, almost identical.

Logan kissed me more passionately, a quick kiss, but one that let me know he was turned on by that information. "I've moved on to bigger toys," he said.

"Oh. How big?"

My brother bit his lip as he reflected if he was going to tell me. Then he reached over to his bedside drawer and pulled out a dildo and some lube.

"You serious?" I asked. That dong was long, but more than that, it was very thick.

"Let me show you," my little brother said and slicked it up as he leaned back on the bed next to me, pulling his legs back in a classic missionary fuck-me position. God he was handsome as fuck, gorgeous even. Straw haired and all taut muscle, not an inch of body fat on him. I couldn't believe Logan didn't have a steady boyfriend. Or maybe he did. I'd have to ask him later.

It took a little preparatory working of his ring, but pretty soon, Logan twisted and angled that dildo right into his ass.

"Fuck, that's nice!" he hissed. My little brother was the one who introduced me to the term bottom, but we were equally in thrall with having our ass stuffed.

"Goddamn, bro," I exclaimed as I watched his sphincter swallow up more and more of that massively thick toy.

Loganis seemed proud. "This isn't even the biggest one I use, Dunc," he boasted. "It's kind of my every day one now." He sawed more and more of that dildo in and out, his eyes mostly on me. "You still play with yours?"

"Every day," I said. "But not like that."

"Wanna try?" he urged.

If it had been anyone else but Logan I would have said fuck no, but instead I nodded and lay back in a matching pose as my brother extracted that fake cock and put more lube on it.

He took charge of working it into me, and the sexiness of that helped, a lot. It took some real patience, but I was turned on and eventually I felt my tightness give way to a really fucking thick phallus. "God, fuck!" I hissed.

"My big cop brother like that?" he teased.

"Jesus, Logan, this is intense," I answered honestly.

"You got a hungry hole, brother," Logan growled. "Just like mine." More dildo pushed in and from there on it was pure excitement. The sexual situation, the prostate stimulation and the pushing of boundaries all made my dick rock hard and leaking as Logan violated my cop hole with that toy.

"It's been too long," I grunted, now raising my hips up off the bed to impale myself on that final fat inch, over and over.

"You're a fucking pro at this, Dunc," Logan encouraged, twisting that toy as I rode it. It was lewd as hell and we both loved sex like this. His eyes were on me, my ass swallowing his dildo, my smooth beefy body, my face contorting from the new sensations.

"I got another one," he threw out there. "Bigger."

No hesitation this time. "Fuck yeah," I answered.

And like that, Logan was pulling the thick phallus from my ass and retrieving the fatter one. He pulled it out proudly and started coating it liberally with lube. That fucker was big.... two feet long and double wide, a shiny black rubber and two ends. I'd seen such a thing in porn but nowhere else.

"You have another buddy into this?" I asked. This was clearly a toy designed for two.

"I wish," Logan said. "It's only gotten the double use once." He gave me a shy smirk as he started pushing the dong into my now relaxed hole. "I was hoping you'd be up for this, actually."

Somehow, the double wide went in OK, easier than the first. After six inches it became tougher with my internal resistance, but for now that was enough. Logan got a concerted look on his face and scooted into place, pulling his legs back to match mine and guiding the other end into his hole.

"Shit!" I cried as I watched my hunky little brother undulate his hips to work that staff steadily inside his guts. As he descended I felt an excitement sweep over me and I scooted down more of that incredible thickness. Maybe my hole would be sore as hell the next day. Or maybe not. For now, I felt on fire.

Our asses met. We paused a second and locked eyes on one another. We were ready. Our hips pushed and our abs clenched. And like that Logan and I were riding that bad boy together, in tandem. The mutual motion made the penetration feel extra deep and hard. I loved it. Logan was in heaven.

"I'm not going to be able to last that long," I warned.

"Me either," Logan hissed. "Go for it, bro."

I pulled my pud just as Logan started jerking his. Neither of us Smith men were hung all tha big, but that was OK. Our mostly matching cocks felt hard and great and alive in our hands.

I shot first, all over my chest and belly, but Logan was a second behind. We laughed a little after at how slutty and worked up we'd been. But I was rock hard still, and Logan wasn't making any move to back off that dildo. "Another round?" he challenged.

So we rode that fucker one more time, slower this time, trading deep sex talk and talking up each other's bodies. I told Logan about the three men who'd fucked me over the last year and how they were as tops but how THIS was something else. Something better and more intense.

Logan nodded, taking it all in as he humped against me stuffed ass and jerked his dick. He confessed he tried to find guys who looked like me, and that did it. I came again, hard, even if I didn't have as much sperm to spray this time.

By now, my ass was screaming for relief and carefully we worked ourselves free. Logan took the toy to the bathroom to rinse off then came back with a damp washcloth to wipe me down. It was a simple but wonderful gesture.

We snuggled up to one another, kissing softly. I had three more days of this. We had three more days of this. By the end of the weekend, Logan and I would figure out if this was like the other times. But for now, I just wanted to hold my adorable baby brother.

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