#i hope you like it anon
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I’ve got a prompt idea. Maybe this Tav is a natural mind reader, even before the tadpole, so she immediately knows Astarion is a vampire who’s terrified of being hunted down. Since I’m a sucker for protective Tav, maybe she keeps his secret for as long as possible, or secretly helping him find some wildlife when his hunger gets worse…
Oooh, I like the idea of this. I will take some notes from the Aberrant Mind Sorcerer subclass and the great old one Warlock subclass, which does have telepathy-themed spells and feats.
Astarion x Mind Reader Tav Headcanons
For as long as you can remember, you were gifted with telepathy, allowing you to read other people’s thoughts through a simple glance. You tried to keep this skill hidden from others, in the fear of what others would do to you if they ever discovered your gift, making yourself somewhat of a loner, preferring the company of silence to others.
However, fate thought otherwise, by being abducted by the nautiloid with a mind flayer parasite being unceremoniously inserted into you, amplifying your abilities tenfold, now being able to just read surface-level thoughts undetected, without having to focus on a singular person at a time.
This, unfortunately, leads to accidentally learning too much about your new traveling companions, with private thoughts now being picked up on, from Shadowheart and Laezel’s constant bickering being transmitted constantly to you, to Gale’s seemly never-ending thoughts leading you to have constant headaches whenever he goes off on a theory of his.
However, when you brush minds with Astarion, you quickly discover that he’s a vampire, a blood-sucking beast of the night. Seemly able to walk in the sun unharmed, thanks in part to the tadpole.
Every night at camp, you try to keep a close eye on his thoughts in an attempt to focus on what his intentions are with you.
Most of his surface-level thoughts range from either commenting on others' fashion choices, to practising his latest lines he wants to perform.
“Is Gale wearing new boots? They’d look better on me than him.”
“Hmm Laezel, sharp as a blade but sweet as a… no that won’t do.”
But something seemed to lie deeper, fear. Fear of what the others would do upon discovering your secret, knowing that you are more fiend than friend. It reminds you of your past self, wanting to hide from the world. Besides he doesn’t want to harm anyone, but just wants to survive like you.
In an attempt to help him out, you try to discreetly hunt out and weaken boars to take back to camp and cook, in hopes that he can use the opportunity to drain the creature before the others get suspicious of his night treks into the woods.
Although this doesn’t last all too long before someone figures out he’s a vampire, you try to defend him, acting as if you are entirely clueless, much to Gale’s annoyance.
Eventually, others at camp notice how you stare at Astarion so often at camp, which makes them think you have fallen head over heels for him.
“Aww Tav are you eyeing up fangs again?” Karlach shouted at you from behind.
This inflates his ego quite a bit, “Well, of course, I mean look at me”. This leads to him thinking you’ve fallen head over heels for him in his mind. Constantly thinking of ways to charm you in his head, causing you to turn your head away to stop reading his mind to avoid you from melting on the spot in embarrassment.
Despite your companion's comments, you’re always by his side, whenever you feel his saddest or fear you are there ready to comfort him.
One night, he jokes to you, “You know darling, you always seem to know when to be in the right place at the right time. It’s as if you can read minds, even without that worm in your pretty head.”
At that moment, it felt like time slowed down, did he know, were you being too obvious, what if he doesn’t want to talk to me ever again? What if-
A cold hand touched your chin, “Darling, are you alright? You looked leagues away then”
“Was it something I said? I only joked if that you could read minds, wait-”
Opening his mouth “Can you read minds?”
Turning to meet his ruby eyes, all you can do is silently nod. You wait with baited breath for him to yell out at you, or just get up and leave. But he doesn’t, instead giving you a tooth grin, excited by the prospect.
Ever since then, every day he asks you non-stop, for either the latest gossip from others in camp or teasing you by thinking of all the inappropriate things he’ll do to you, when you are talking to others, to just simple things by stating how beautiful you look today. Eventually, the others catch on to your abilities since Astarion couldn’t keep his mouth shut for all too long and explained the constant silent staring.
Despite his relentless teasing, you still use your powers to check if anyone had any nefarious intentions with Astarion, ever since the meeting with the Gur you want to protect him from anyone who could be a spy for Cazador. For all the work you put in to ensure his safety, he tries to repay you, through other means.
Going around camp to make sure that Shadowheart and Lae’zel stop their squabbles, to Gale’s overthinking. At times if it gets to be too much for you, he’ll take you away from camp to try and give you peace of mind. He even offers you tadpole elixirs to try and reduce the constant stream of thoughts from making your head explode, especially when you reach Baldur’s Gate.
After the tadpole is gone, it takes time for you to adjust back to your usual abilities, having to relearn them. You and Astarion decide to settle down somewhere quiet in the countryside, away from busy buzzing minds. Both of you seem to have quite a bit to relearn, from his spider climb abilities and regenerative healing to your telepathy. But this time you’re not alone, you have someone who isn’t afraid of what you are and accepts you for being you.
#astarion x tav#astarion x reader#astarion x durge#astarion x dark urge#hope you like in anon it did try to get a bit of balance between some fluff and slight angst#bg3#bg3 astarion#astarion headcanons#I had fun writing this#i hope you like it anon#I tried to get a balance between fluff and slight angst
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It kills me to see others talking to you, flirting with you, and all I can do is stand there and watch.
HIDDEN AGENDA | Ep 9
#hidden agenda#hidden agenda the series#aou thanaboon#boom tharatorn#jengpok#my edits#i hope you like it anon#i tried to keep as many boom frames as possible#bc that boy knows how to act™#but i had to leave out a lot of other stuff#long post
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Maybe for Rhys week could you write about their first night with nyx? Maybe Rhys is trying to let feyre sleep so he does the soothing?
I tried. I don't know anything about babies, so I always really struggle with baby prompts. But here's some fluffy Rhys with baby Nyx
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Rhysweek Day 4: Illyrian
“With those lungs, he certainly is Illyrian.”
Another bout of wailing pierced the otherwise silent night.
Feyre sighed something unintelligible into her pillow. Rhysand could make out the words Illyrian and baby, though those words were unhelpful in deciding if Feyre was talking about him or their son. Probably both.
In any case, he leaned over to press a tender kiss to her exposed shoulder. Right over one of the many freckles he frequently enjoyed charting with his mouth.
When he was younger, his mother had taught him how to use the stars to navigate. So that if he was ever lost during a midnight flight, he knew how to follow the stars of Ramiel to find his way home. Sometimes, that’s how he felt staring at the constellations on her back. His True North, always guiding him home. Always ensuring there was a home to be guided to.
“I’ve got it, darling,” he murmured, unable to resist a second kiss against another one of those freckles. And then a third.
Nyx’s crying was the only thing preventing him from stealing a fourth.
He pulled the blanket over Feyre’s shoulder, tucking her back into the warmth of his phantom body heat before he walked over to his son’s cradle.
“Shh, I’m here little one,” he cooed, looking down at the small face that was scrunched with discontent. Rhys evaded his son’s flailing fists as he released him from the swaddle of blankets and lifted him carefully out of the cot. “Let’s go on a little walk so that your mother can rest.”
Moonlight flooded in through the open window across the hall, carrying the scent of jasmine from the Sidra. The floorboards creaked beneath their weight, but Rhys could barely hear it beneath the cries of the babe in his arms. He hummed as he rocked his son gently, and by the time he came to the end of the hall the cries had tapered.
“Seems like all you needed was to stretch your wings,” he whispered. The window sill offered a nice place to perch, and Rhys sat so he could lay the dozing babe against chest. Innocent and haloed in starlight, Nyx looked so out of place against the harsh Illyrian tattoos. “Do you hear your mother’s heartbeat?”
There was, of course, no answer. But Rhys paused like there might be. He rubbed softly in the space between those small wings, watching in awe as they fluttered in response. The softest beats of a miracle.
“I think that our hearts were in sync from the moment the first star shined over Ramiel," he cotinued, because Madja had said it was soothing for the babe to hear his parent's voices. "If there’s anything good beating in my own chest, it was her doing. Her beautiful mortal heart…” Nyx lips parted. His son took such a small breath, and yet Rhysand felt it steal all the air from his lungs. Words suddenly became thicker in his throat. “I suppose you’ll have one of those too. Or at least, I hope you will.”
Rhys couldn’t resist ducking to press a kiss to his son’s head. His scent was so strong this close, and it clawed at Rhysand's chest in a mix of emotions that he would never have enough time to sift through. Even in his immortal lifespan.
He’d forgotten what newborns smelled like. It had been so long since he’d been able to hold one in his arms. Not since…
Suddenly Rhysand’s eyes stung, and rather than venture down the razor edge of that memory, he elected to take another long inhale of his son’s scent. To bask in its meaning.
Nyx smelled of a combination of his parents—of their mating bond. Of their love. And despite all odds, Rhysand was holding the proof of that love in his arms. Fluttering his impossible little wings, beating his remarkable little heart.
A challenge to the Cauldron’s will, just by existing. Rhysand couldn’t help smiling to think that his son was already such a fighter.
Like Feyre. And most certainly like an Illyrian.
#ENJOY THE FLUFF#I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON#Rhysweek2022#Feysand#Feysand fic#Feysand fanfic#Rhysand#Nyx#Feyre Archeron
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(yes i'm about to be filthy with this one) obikin thoughts on the time-honored tradition of one person riding the other & the person topping from the bottom gets fed up, flips their partner over onto their back, and starts absolutely railing the shit out of them?
thank you for sending this in anon, and don't fret, i'm all about the filth
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Anakin looked hedonistic like this.
Powerful thighs flexing and skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as he repeatedly, and relentlessly, ground himself on Obi-Wan's cock with slow, teasing rolls accompanied by breathy, punched out moans. It took everything in him to let Anakin take what he wanted, what he needed, when with every clench that milked his cock he wanted nothing more than to throw Anakin down and plunge into wet heat.
Anakin looked down at him like he could read his thoughts, his eyebrows lifting in a obvious challenge, like he was waiting for Obi-Wan's control to wane; begging Obi-Wan to snap.
Obi-Wan did, almost immediately—with a needy noise and desperate hands, he bowled Anakin over and fucked in hard and fast, until Anakin was clawing at his back.
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From this ask game.
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Ghouls/GNreader
Slight trigger warning: neglectful parents / unhealthy relationships with parents.
*Angst* but lots of fluff at the end. REQUEST for a lovely anon!
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Its been a while since you left home. After going back for the first time in 3 years... you realise you never want to ever again. The ghouls show you how important and loved you are to them.
Here we go again. The time of the year you dread the most.
Every year your parents host a family gathering. Now, most of your family are fine. They keep to themselves, they do what they gotta do and they carry on with their lives.
But your parents are a different story…your very unsupportive… unloving parents. It took you a long time to see it. How differently they treated you compared to everyone else. You used to love this day when you were young. Your parents were different… They were so happy. You always thought it was because they enjoyed having the family over, but you soon grew to realise their change in attitude towards you was because they were wearing a mask. Having all these guests over meant they needed to put on a facade. ‘Show everyone we are a happy, functional, loving family!’.
But then the day would end. The guests would leave… and it was back to normal. The masks came off. The facade they put on was taken down and you were back to being ignored.
Fast forward to now. You left home around 3 years ago. Anywhere would’ve been better than home. The neglect and distaste you got thrown at you every single day became too much so you packed up and took off.
You found yourself at the doorstep of the Satanic Church.
A beautiful building you always admired growing up. You didn't see it often… but every time you just so happen to pass it you would dream of going inside.
You were always scolded for bringing it up. It was drilled into your head to stay far away from it. It was only a few years before you left that you finally found out what the building really was. What it offered.
And you had been longing for it ever since.
So when the time came for you to leave your parents behind. You knew exactly where you were going.
You were welcomed with open arms. You were given happiness. You were given support. You were given a family. A real family.
And after 3 years of growing and learning and finding friendship…you've found your peace.
You also found love. In the form of 5 devilish creatures from the pits of hell.
They've shown you so many beautiful, incredible experiences. Making unforgettable memories together, and exploring the world with them. You could finally be free. You didn't have to pretend to be someone else anymore.
But of course….
You still remember how supportive they were the day your parents found out where you were. You don't know how they found you. But they did and they wasted no time in contacting you. They guilt tripped you so intensely for moving out. Not only that but for where you decided to go… it left you feeling very numb. The ghouls saw you slipping into your old self and they put a stop to that right away. They reminded you of the love they had for you. How this church was your home now. And they were your family, as were the papas, and all the siblings of sin that also called the church their home.
That was the day you told them about your past.
Of course, they suffocated you with love. They scooped you up and showed you just how much they truly love you. All night long they showed you exactly what it was like to be worshiped by people who would go to the ends of the earth for you.
Then the day came… you had received the invitation for this a few weeks ago. The ghouls saw how it affected you. They saw the emotion hit you. And as the day came closer and closer they saw how physically and mentally exhausted you were getting.
The morning consisted of them helping you get ready. Making you the yummiest of breakfasts. Leaving a generous amount of time before you had to leave for some morning cuddles and then walking you to the car that was arranged to drive you there and back. They were anxious for you… they felt incredibly sad for you. They prayed to Him that by some miracle you wouldn't have to go and you could stay home with them where you are safe. Where you are loved. But alas… the world is a shitty place and unfortunatley there wasn't much that could be done.
You arrived back to your childhood home. With your heart in your throat and the pit in your stomach growing with each step to the door…. You took a deep breath and went inside.
You're instantly greeted by family you've not seen in a long time. They seem happy that you're here. You're pulled inside and over to the food table. You're offered snacks and drinks and old Aunties and Uncles seem genuinely interested in the adventures you've been having since moving out.
For just a moment… it's almost as if this whole thing is going to be okay. You start to tell yourself you've just over thought this whole day when there was really nothing to be worried about anyways. You take a breath and let yourself settle down a little.
And then you hear your mother. She comes over to the group of people you're currently in conversation with and completely takes over. She fusses over you. She cuts the conversation and begins to make your arrival all about herself.
There it is. That feeling again.
You spend the rest of the day listening to her complain and cry and whine about you leaving home. About how she blames herself for letting you go. How she didn't deserve that treatment.
You can barely walk two steps away before hearing her make this day all about herself. Her poor, hurt self.
Aside from her, you don't even see your father. He doesn't acknowledge you. He doesn't even say hi.
You've only been here for about 2 and a half hours before you decide this is enough. You are your own person. You do not deserve this and clearly you being invited here today was just a ploy for your mother to get her control back over you again. Well not today you old bitch.
You say your goodbyes to the people who matter, then you tell your mother she is never to contact you again.
You don't even give her the time of day to react before you turn on your heel and walk out the door. You don't look back.
You slip back into the car that brought you here… instructed not to leave until you get back inside it. And with that you take one last look at the hell you grew up in.
You promise yourself you are never going to return here.
If it means you're finally going to allow yourself to heal then you will never ever step foot back into that house ever again.
You zone out for the rest of the drive home. The driver pulls up to the entrance of the church, you thank them quietly and then without another word you step out and walk all the way back to your room. Back to your loves.
It feels like it takes an eternity for you to finally get back, but the second you open the door and see Mountain turn to see you…. You burst into tears.
He rushes over to scoop you up and cradle you in his arms. The common room you share with the ghouls has the comfiest couches you've ever experienced… so Mountain collapses into one of them with you still sobbing into his shoulder. Aether comes over, followed by Rain. Whose faces are etched with concern. Aether sits on the edge of the cushion and starts petting your hair… while Rain just drapes himself over you. Snuggling into you and allowing you to let everything out.
Eventually you settle down… enough for Mountain to ask if you want to join Swiss in his bed while Aether goes and gets Dew.
A ghoul pile sounds incredible right now.
You nod your head, Aether slips into Dewdrop's room to wake him up from his nap and you, Rain and Mountain all pile into Swiss’ bed. Who was also sound asleep.
You're squished between Swiss and Mountain, Dew stumbles in then snuggles into the little nook between you and Mountain. Aether and Rain get comfy under the covers and snuggle into whoever is closest.
You're told over and over again how much they love you. How much they missed you.
You tell them you've decided you're never gonna go back. You just can't.
Then when you look around and see a tangle of sleepy ghouls surrounding you… you know you've made the right decision.
The way they hold you. The way they encourage you to be your own person. The way they just love you endlessly.
You're wrapped up in Swiss and Mountain. Who are both unknowingly fighting each other for more of you to cuddle. You've got Dew who saw you and instantly needed to be with you. Screw his own bed. You are his safe space. Then you've got Rain and Aether who although may not be snuggled into you right now… you know damn well they will steal you away and keep you for themselves all day tomorrow.
And for the first time in a while… you finally feel at peace again.
#HELLO WORLD MARYS FIRST ANGST#i hope you like it anon#its 1:30am#please excuse me while i throw this at you and go to sleep#the band ghost#ghost band#nameless ghouls#mountain ghoul#rain ghoul#swiss ghoul#aether ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#marys musings
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Give us the BTT please
These guys? Horrible Tourists! but of course, they are dressed in Hylian Clothing (mainly from concept art) I hope you enjoy, cause they do be having a fun Hylian Holiday.
#hws prussia#hws spain#hws france#Hylian crossover#crossover#Hylian clothes#thanks botw#I hope you like it Anon#sorry it took so long
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Ariana Griande moodboard with Pink, The 2000s, and 2000s Technology.
#📺💭 anon#i had way too much fun with this#i hope you like it anon#Hermitcraft kin#Hermitcraft moodboard#ariana griande kin#ariana griande moodboard
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Idemromantic
[Id. Image on the top of it is written idemromantic in bold black text. On the left is the idemromantic flag. It has 4 horisontal stripes. The colors are from top to bottom dark grey, pastel green, white and light pink. On the right is written someone who doesnt diffriance internal feelings of platonic and romantic ones. Often categorizing them on external factors. End id]
#idemromantic#aro#aromantic#arospec#aspec#romantic orientation#terminology#id#image described#idem#I hope you like it anon
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Sacha/Jake (because after them fighting for pole, there were a lot of pictures taken...) ❤️🖤
"Why is that picture of us set as your wallpaper, mate?"
Here you are ✨
Summary:
Jake has been looking forward to the Rome ePrix all season already. Driving through the historic city always came with a special atmosphere he can feel as soon as he arrives in Rome. This year isn’t much different. But there’s something else waiting for him in Rome he didn’t expect.
Jake/Sacha || 1.2K || G
Send me a rare pair + dialogue prompt and I write a little something for it
#this was so much fun to write thank you for the request!!#i hope you like it anon#my writing#fe fic#jake/sacha#inbox#rare pair fic series
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Good Evening.
If you're not busy, may I request a Nick/Maddie Halloween fic.
I hope I'm not being a bother...
Hi anon!! I’m on a different time zone and I got the ask a little late at night, BUT i got some time, and I wanna keep the Halloween spirit so here it is!! Sorry it’s a little short~ ^^
“Are you sure you don’t wanna go to the Rock Emporium Party? For Halloween??” Madison asked, moving to the side, letting him enter the apartment she shared with Vida.
The red ranger wasn’t wearing a halloween costume, only a red and grey hoodie, black pants, and looked like he had been mauled by Halloween party goers, with confetti, plastic spiders, what looked like Halloween candy and god knows what all else, in his hair, and stuck to his clothes.
“Vida said you were staying home.” He said, running a hand through his hair, and trying to weed out the junk, “could I crash, maybe?”
“You look like you need a place to crash or you’ll start chewing on metal rods” Maddie laughed, while he settled down on the couch, and started pulling his shoes off.
“Why didn’t you go to the party?” He saw her leaning against the doorframe of her living room after closing the door behind her, and she shrugged.
“I’m not a… party-goer type of person. I have a bit of social anxiety. Vida knows it— she wouldn’t let anyone force me into it either” Maddie grinned, “besides, she has enough company with Chip and Xander”
“I can see that” he snorted, “who do you think did this to me”
“Chip and Xander?” She almost choked, coming to sit beside him, and help him weed out the candy wrappers, among other things, from his hair and hoodie.
“They set a gang of pre-schoolers on my trail, saying uncle Nick was MADE OF CANDY! And then did some sort of spell on me so I would smell of candy!” He groaned loudly, while Maddie burst into a mess of giggles, “you’re still smelling like candy!”
He rolled his eyes, and watched her plop back on the couch, looking slightly relieved, especially at the fact that she was smiling, “what do you do for Halloween?” He asked her, suddenly.
“Me? I watch some halloween flicks? Scary movies?? Chill a bit? Give out candy to the trick-or-treaters” she explained, with the most genuine smile he had ever seen on anyone. Maddie was shy, but she had opened up to him, and their friends. He could understand where she was coming from, not wanting to go to parties; he’d been somewhat of an anti-social kid himself. But he didn’t want Maddie to be alone on halloween, so when he found out she was chilling alone, in her apartment, he had sneakily put that charm on himself— as an excuse to get away from the party (Xander and Chip had had no idea what was happening)— and unleashed the band of pre-schoolers, who had mauled him for candy.
“I’m down for watching a flick with you, but… can we ignore the trick-or-treaters?” He asked, a little hesitantly, shuddering at the memory of the wild children on q sugar rush.
Maddie chuckled, understanding, “yeah, yeah sure. Wanna pick out the movie with me?”
They ended up watching the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Maddie was surprised to see Nick flinching in places, and screaming like a scared toddler at every single appearance of Leatherface, that Maddie made it her mission to make fun of the classic villain every single time he appeared, so that nick’s terrified squeals ended up in wheezes, and he clutched her shoulder, to steady himself while she continued her charade.
They didn’t realise when how quickly the night passed— and when they fell asleep, instead, Vida found them cuddling together on the couch, while the end credits played, oblivious to everything in the world, but each other. Picking up Maddie’s video camera, she quickly recorded the small scene, making a mental note to tease her sister to the end of time, about said events— but at the moment, she couldn’t help but smile at the little moment they were sharing.
#Nick Russel#Madison Rocca#power rangers#mystic force#power rangers mystic force#mini fic#my fic#short fic#request#anon#I hope you like it Anon#I put it together in like half an hour hehe#goodnight now! hope you have an awesome Halloween!!#Nick x Maddie#Nick/Maddie
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So.
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Have fun 🤭
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First of all, sorry it took me this long. I've been sitting on the idea these past few days to make some sense of it.
Secondly, I know this isn't exactly what you asked for, but I tried a bit more comedic approach to "lovers to enemies" and "only one bed".
So behold, lovers turned enemies because they had to share a bed and one of them, always steals the blankets while the other absolutely despises cold.
Orla hated cold.
As a matter of fact, she had so little tolerance for it, she even hated ice cream. To some of her friends, hating ice cream meant she had no soul but she could deal with that. What she couldn't deal with was shivering to death in her own bed. This wouldn't be much of a problem if her stupid boyfriend didn't turn into a facehugger for their blankets when they went to sleep together, but nonetheless, here they were.
"Zach!" she hissed under her breath, if she was not worried of her parents waking up, she'd be yelling instead. Zach didn't move.
She shook him, once again, Zach could not care less.
One thing about her was, Orla did not have patience at all. So she did what she thought she had to do stop her suffering. She kicked her boyfriend with as much power as she had in her almost-frozen-legs.
And finally, Zach woke up with a slightly painful yell, but before he could get it out, Orla put her hand on his mouth to shut him up.
"Do you want to wake up my parents?" She slowly removed her hand from Zach's mouth.
"You kicked me! Why did you kick me if you didn't want me to make a sound!"
"You," Orla hissed, "are never sleeping with me ever again."
"What? What did I do now?"
Orla gestured at Zach and the blanket that have been on the opposite side of the bed entirely, most of it hanging from the bed. She took Zach's hand and she put it on her arm to show him how cold she was.
"You are such a crybaby," Zach said.
"You did not just say that."
She sat up and took the blanket away from Zach. "Get out of bed Zachary."
"You," Zach stood up, "are unbeliavable." He went to Orla's closet to grab another blanket. "Better?"
Orla looked at him, "Fine," she said.
"Make some room for me, drama queen."
Orla shifted aside to make some room for her boyfriend.
"I can't believe you've never thought of this before, smartass."
#i hope you like it anon#writing game#lovers to enemies#only one bed#prompts#my writing#asks#answered
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Steve x male reader with a plot of your chosing?
This I can do without needing a lot of clarification lol coming right up!
Steve was, as long as you'd known him, dense.
Steve harrington didn't know you were flirting ever, and likely wouldn't even if you painted it on a bus and hit him with it. You'd been on dates, but it was one sided because he couldn't take a single hint and man did you have about enough of that...
So today you strolled up to Steve in your usual meeting spot, you'd picked it because it was isolated, and before he could even say hello you took his wrists and pinned him up against a wall.
"Harrington, I like you, I flirt with you all the time, I ask you on dates, and you never notice, that or you ignore it. I want you to be my boyfriend, so just tell me yes or no already."
Steve was...well shocked to say the least and caught completely off guard. Was that what that was? Well now he felt really honestly dumb...he sort of looked at you sheepishly before wiggling one of his wrists free to gently hold the collar of your shirt
"I wasn't ignoring you, promise, I guess I just can't see when I'm being flirted with by a guy..."
He hummed a bit softly, well that was just about what you expected from him. It did make you smile, hearing him admit it though.
"Then you're forgiven Harrington, but that still doesn't answer my question~"
Steve smiled a bit and pulled you into a kiss, holding you there a moment before breaking away gently with a small laugh
"Of course I'll be your boyfriend~"
#kinda cheesy and lame#its not that great but i like it#i hope you like it anon#Stranger Things Steve
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Your playlists are really cool!
Do you have one that goes with the “driving through a city at night” aesthetic?
haha, yes I do have a playlist to cater to such a mood of yours.
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hi!! hope you're doing well <3
is it too early to ask for a sentence from "I can't betray you"
if it is feel free to ignore this lol
Hello my lovely I’m okay, how are you doing?
I’m going to give you two because I took my time in answering this 😬 spoilers ahead I guess
He couldn’t find you. The thought has his soul sinking six feet underground, the body of a dead man walking in his place.
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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?
I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?
In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".
Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.
This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.
Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.
The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.
[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]
There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.
This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.
[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]
As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.
But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?
Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.
#transgender#trans history#transsexual#transphobia#Magnus Hirschfeld#holocaust#holocaust denial#book burning#j.k. rowling#jk rowling#just in case you missed what i mean by all this: go fuck yourself anon :)#trans people have always existed#and we will always exist#if you really wanna pick a fight with me over well-documented history then you better bring in some sources to back your shit#queer history#queer#lgbt+#lgbta+#lgbt#lgbt history#edit: i finally got around to those damn image IDs. i am so very sorry for totally forgetting that's my bimbo moment of the month#also real quick i thought about adding an image of the actual building but the only one i can find has a Nazi parade in front of it#it was taken the day of the book burning raid and honestly if i were to include it then i'd add it to the first few paragraphs#and i think the story's better told when you uphold the hope Magnus Hirschfeld and all the researchers he worked with had#also keeps being brought up: yes Hirschfeld was a eugenicist. it was a popular belief set that was only discredited after WW2#Hirschfeld died in 1935. he literally didn't live long enough to see science turn against those beliefs and practices#considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived
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What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?
I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.
I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay
also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 chapter 4 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 chapter 4 spoilers#stage in playful land#i hope this is legible whoops#anon i am sorry but you made the fatal mistake of asking me to talk about diasomnia#insert 'i just think they're neat' jpg#i do like the other characters a lot but they are definitely my favorites#they just hit a lot of my favorite things in characters i guess!#yes even you sebek even though you keep shrieking NINGEN at me#(it's okay he gets Character Development™ later)#and their dynamic! it's great! these guys frikking love each other SO much and they WILL have terrible terrible angst about it#ohoho delicious#give me all your emotional hangups baybeeeee#also somewhere in there i went from 'i like them all equally (but lilia is the most fun to draw)'#to 'lilia is absolutely my favorite (and still the most fun to draw) (EVEN MORE fun now thank you swishy ponytail!)'#(it was probably when his candy coating got a little scratched and whoops all the tragedy fell out)#(where's that 'get loved loser' post because i need to staple it to lilia's forehead)#i am extremely bad at putting things into words so please don't ask me to explain it any further#just know that the diafam is everything to me and if we don't get more episode 7 soon i'm going to crumble into dust and blow away#we'll be getting the crowleytimes on monday and maybe there will be. idk. some foreshadowing or something in his groovy#probably not but LOOK i'm desperate
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