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[never-rxne]

[at Pride]

Reporter: how many genders are there?

Sevika, very confused: I don't know. I just got here.

[lyv-writes]

OKAYY WE NEED DAD!SPENCER REID‼️

okay so Reader is going out for the day for like a little girls day with her best friends and says bye to Spencer and the cute little toddler! Buttt then the toddler starts missing reader and Spencer isn’t sure how to handle it at first, but then he gets the hang of it! <33

AAAA this is so cute omg thank u for this!!! i hope i was able to do it justice <33

spencer reid x mom!reader

words: 1,395

warnings: none really! just spencer being a good step-dad to your daughter, fluff, baby crying, that’s it!! :]

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“Thanks again, Spence,” you say, pressing another sweet kiss to his lips before tugging your coat off the hook and making for the front door. “Remember, Lila is allergic to kiwi. And her bedtime is 8, no exceptions. She has to go to daycare tomorrow morning.”

You had spent the morning holding Lila, playing with her and soaking up her laughter as much as you could. Spencer knew you had never really been apart from her—going to work was one thing, but there was a guilt that came with taking the day for yourself. He watches with a fond smile as you ramble through the list that you had already repeated to him twice and does his best to reassure you, nodding along despite having already memorized it.

Pre-made food in the fridge.

Medical information on the fridge in case of emergencies.

Call if she gets too fussy.

“Oh!” You say, halfway out the door before turning back to Spencer, a smile gracing your face. “And don’t let her convince you to give her sweets after dinner. She’ll ask you for fruit snacks, all cute, then she won’t sleep and it will be hell in the morning.”

“No fruit snacks after dinner, got it,” Spencer said, following your line of sight to Lila sitting on her plush rug in the living room, toys surrounding her as she played. Your face softened, affection swimming in your eyes and he could practically hear the thoughts going through your head. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he gently guides your face back to meet his eyes.

“We’ll be fine,” he says, tone soft as your shoulders sag at the understanding behind his words. “You deserve to have a day with your friends. I think Lila can handle playing dolls with me for a few hours.”

His phrasing made you giggle, picturing Lila’s pouting face, wagging her little finger at Spencer when he takes something too literally, or doesn’t do it the way she wants. For some reason, Lila is never happy with the voices Spencer does, and after a year-and-a-half she still gets that same little pinched brow whenever Spencer holds a doll in his hand, high-pitched voice mimicking a princess’s until she yanks the toy out of his hand with a firm, yet cute, “No, ‘Penth.”

Without fail, hearing his name in her little voice makes his heart soar, pride filling his chest even if she’s scolding him, wagging her little finger as she says it. He’d always been hesitant at the idea of being a father, whenever he pictured his future that was always a blurry part, but now he couldn’t imagine not having you and Lila in his life.

Searching his face, you finally come to the conclusion that he’s being sincere and a bright smile covers your face. Spencer had come to terms a long time ago, far before the two of you were even dating, that he would do anything to make you smile. A sense of pride wells in his chest knowing that the smiles you give him are just for him, a special glint in your eyes every time.

Between work, and Lila, there was hardly any downtime to just relax. Your evenings were often spent wrangling Lila into bed, usually with Spencer if he’s not away for work. Spencer made it a point to be home in time to have dinner with both of you as much as he could, slowly getting involved in her night time routine. She was 6-months-old when you and Spencer began dating, and while it took some getting used to at first, Lila began reaching for Spencer with a giggle and a giddy squeeze soon enough.

When your friends suggested a girl’s spa-day, Spencer was quick to encourage you to go. Having a toddler made it hard to have a social life, especially when your friends weren’t moms themselves. Lila had warmed up quickly to Spencer, which was the biggest relief, and it was hard to find a reason to say no when Spencer offered to babysit.

“She’s gonna be my daughter,” Spencer said, a fond smile on his face as the two of you spoke conspiratorially in the kitchen. “I already think of her as mine, I’d be happy to watch her for the day.”

Your heart swelled hearing his words, and you couldn’t help but say yes when he put it like that. Spencer, you, and Lila being your own happy little family was all you could ever ask for, and it meant more than Spencer could ever know that he had been so welcoming and understanding. He was a dream.

With a final glance at Lila and a sigh, you’re pressing another unhurried kiss to Spencer’s lips, that same lil dazed smile on his face that he got after every kiss, even after nearly 2 years. “Thank you, Spence. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips, then your cheek, then your forehead—you were gonna be gone all day, he had to get his fill while he could. “Now go before you miss your appointment.”

With a final kiss, Spencer watches as you walk down the front steps, drive away, waiting until he can't see your car anymore before he’s turning around and closing the door behind him. When he looks up, Lila is already looking at him, eyes glancing between the door and him before her small voice is heard over the cartoon playing on the tv.

“Mama?”

“Mama went to the store,” Spencer cooed, lowering himself down to sit on the floor in front of her and her array of toys. “She’s coming back, don’t worry.”

“Mama s’ore?” she whispered in her small voice, her wide eyes blinking slowly at him before her lip began to tremble. It broke his heart to see her eyes, which looked so much like yours, gloss over with tears.

“Oh, honey, it’s okay,” Spencer said, scooping her up in his arms. “She’s coming back for you. She’ll be here soon!”

With a sharp wail for her mom, the tears that had been welling up began falling in big drops, hands gripping tightly to the fabric of his shirt as she cried. Hurriedly, he began to bounce her in his arms, mimicking the way he had seen you do it countless times. He’s shushing her in a soft voice, whispering soothing words in the hopes that they’ll at least calm your crying.

Spencer wracks his brain, trying to sift through the information he had gleaned from the parenting books he had been reading for the past two years—he had started as soon as he came to the conclusion he would ask you out. Would showing her pictures of you work? He didn’t want to make things worse by making her miss you more, but maybe seeing your face would soothe her.

Transferring Lila to one hip, he fishes his phone from his pocket and opens the album of your photos, showing her various selfies, focusing on pictures he has of the two of you. After a couple of minutes her sobs quieted to sniffles and soon enough she was swiping through the pictures herself and giggling every time she saw your face.

With her swiping, it landed on a video, one he had taken of you reading a story to her before bed. At the time he had thought the voices you were using for the characters were so funny, hiding his own laughter behind his hand so that he could capture the sound of Lila’s giggles.

Spencer watches as she giggles along with herself, laughing at the way she reacts when you tickle her tummy. Spencer cant help the fond laugh the slips from his lips at the sight, bright grin tugging at his cheeks at your rosy smile.

When you arrive home that evening, only the kitchen light is on downstairs, the faint light from your bedroom guiding you as you softly push open the door. A warm smile paints your face as you slip your phone from your pocket, taking quite a few pictures of Lila, fast asleep atop Spencer’s chest, her favorite book lying next to his relaxed hand. His soft breaths rustle the hair at Lila’s scalp, her hand loosely gripping the edge of his sleeve as she sleeps.

Tip-toeing around the room, you shed your clothes from the day, slip on some pajamas before placing Spencer’s book on the nightstand. Slipping softly under the covers, you curl yourself around Spencer’s side, hand resting on Lila’s back as you fall asleep, comfortable with the people you love the most.

[lvrsturniolo]

Would You Still Love Me? -m.s

warnings; wee bit emotional

happy pride month everyone, you are all soooo so so super super loved and appreciated<33

Matt’s room is quiet, lit only by the soft yellow glow of the lamp on his nightstand. You’re curled into his side on the bed, half-watching some movie he picked, but you haven’t heard a word of it in the last twenty minutes.

Your thoughts are loud.

You keep glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. He’s relaxed—one arm behind his head, the other resting lightly on your leg. He looks peaceful.

That just makes the lump in your throat grow heavier.

You know he loves you. That’s never been the question.

But you’ve never said this out loud to anyone. Not even to yourself, really. Not in a full sentence. Not like this. You’ve never even thought about coming out, because you were terrified.

You shift slightly, pulling your legs up to your chest, trying to work up the nerve. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears.

“Matt?”

He turns toward you immediately, eyes soft. “Yeah?”

You hesitate, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Would you—” you pause, taking a deep breathe. “Would you still feel the same about me if I liked girls too?”

Silence.

Not long. Just a second.

But it’s long enough to make your chest cave in on itself.

Your voice cracks before you can stop it. “I—I don’t mean that I want anyone else, I just—” You’re fumbling, unraveling, trying to backpedal even though it’s already out there. “I’ve never told anyone before, and I didn’t want to ruin this, and I don’t want you to think I’m confused or that this changes anything between us—”

“Hey, hey.” Matt’s already sitting up, already reaching for you. His hands are on your arms, grounding you, steady. “Breathe for a second, okay?”

Your chest tightens. Your eyes burn. You feel like you’ve just handed him the most fragile part of yourself and you have no idea what he’s going to do with it.

He watches you for a long moment. Then he says, gently, “So you’re bi?”

You nod, barely.

His thumb brushes against your arm. “Thank you for telling me.”

You blink, confused. “You’re not… weirded out?”

Matt’s eyebrows pull together like the question hurts. “No. Not even a little.”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. You’re too busy trying not to cry.

“You’re still you,” he says quietly. “And I love you. That doesn’t go anywhere just because you told me something true about yourself.”

“I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t sure about us,” you whisper.

“I don’t,” he says, without hesitation. “You being bi doesn’t mean you’re not sure about me. It just means you’ve got more capacity to love than most people even know how to handle.”

You laugh—just barely—and then you’re crying. Hard.

And Matt’s arms are around you before you can collapse fully into it, pulling you against his chest like he knew this moment was coming before you did.

“You had nothing to be scared for, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your hair.

“I thought maybe you’d see me differently,” you admit into his hoodie. “Like maybe it’d change the way you look at me.”

He pulls back just enough to see your face. His hands cup your cheeks, his eyes searching yours.

“The only thing that changes,” he says slowly, “is now I know something important about you. And I love you more for trusting me with it.”

You sniffle, shoulders relaxing just a little. “You mean that?”

“Of course I do.” He leans in, kisses your forehead, lingers there. “Nick used to be scared about tellin us too, he didn’t come out for a while Y’know? In my opinion, and how I think everyone should see, who you love has absolutely nothing to do with who you are as a person. It doesn’t change anything about you, cus at the end of the day you don’t choose who you love, you just love. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, I think it’s amazing, actually.”

You close your eyes and press your forehead to his.

“Thank you.” you whisper.

For the first time, you feel like you’re finally letting yourself be seen—and loved—for all of you.

Happy happy happy pride to everyone 🫶🏻🫶🏻

tags; @emely9274 @courta13 @sturniolo-szn2 @sophand4n4 @lezleeferguson-120 @ivysturnss @riasturns @iloveduckssm @chrislover696969 @slvt4chriss @tezzzzzzzz @auttysturnz

[rumblecrow]

Magistrex said Transgender rights and happy pride month <33

Im a bit tired today so no big drawing but i still want to celebrate the first day of pride being transmasc myself <3

The first flag that magistrex have in his hand is @strifesolution colour pick edit trans flag from magistrex

[cutekitteninky]

Happy pride month!!! =33 might as well post this for the first day of june because its very poggers 💕

[laursdomain]

Ok but what about a gay!bodhi bf headcanon?

Pretty please ??

gay!bodhi as your boyfriend...

pairing: bodhi durran x male!reader

genre: smut + very light smut

synopsis: sfw and nsfw boyfriend headcannons for gay bodhi <33

warnings: mdni, smut, 18+, mlm sex, handjobs, blowjobs, etc.

a/n: happy pride month! i'm not sure if i wrote this 100% accurate but i hope you enjoy :)

ྀིbodhi durran masterlist

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sfw 𐦍

Secret. At first, your relationship with Bodhi is a secret. It's not because Bodhi is scared of coming out, more so how his cousin will react to him being in a relationship. Xaden has always suspected his cousin may be gay, and was not surprised when Bodhi had came out to him and Garrick one night. Despite this, Bodhi wants you as his own little secret. He craves being able to sneak into your room and have your undivided attention for the night, hushed secrets and stories shared between the two of you until you both fall asleep. Bodhi's eyes always linger a little too long on you in the Quadrant, and almost gets caught by Xaden and Garrick, but he doesn't necessarily care. When they find out is when they'll find out. He's not in a rush, and neither are you.

Cuddling. Even if you're the shorter one, Bodhi loves being the small spoon. After a long day of putting on the facade of being Xaden's shadow, sometimes he needs to feel protected and safe. And what better place to do that than your arms? He loves the way you fit around him like a puzzle piece, nuzzling your head into the crook of his warm neck, placing feather-light kisses along his tawny skin. There are times when you need to feel safe within his arms and he'll be the big spoon, and he doesn't mind. In fact, he exists solely to keep you safe and protected, especially in his arms. You are his home, just as he is your home.

Jealousy. Jealous Bodhi doesn't exist. You, however, are the one who tends to get jealous. You bite back any words that claw it's way up your throat when you see Ridoc Gamyln attempting to flirt with your boyfriend. He doesn't know that Bodhi is taken, so you can't blame him, I mean--anyone would want Bodhi Durran. Though, you can't help but smile in satisfaction when Bodhi insantly shoots Ridoc down, making his point clear. He's not interested. The moment you two are alone, you are ravishing him in kisses, ones that Bodhi knows instantly are because of Ridoc's flirting.

Kisses. Kissing Bodhi is always passionate, messy, and loving. You two are never able to show PDA or any signs that you two are together during the day, since it's a secret, so the moment you are alone with your boyfriend--you aren't wasting a beat. And neither is Bodhi. His hands will cup your jaw, dragging your lips to his as he refuses to let go. The kiss will become a clash of tongue and teeth, though neither of you mind. These kisses have the same message every time after a long day--I missed you. You two may have seen each other constantly throughout the day, but you couldn't be with him until you two were alone.

Public. Your relationship with Bodhi doesn't become public until the Battle of Draithus. Bodhi nearly dies, a result of his dragon getting badly injured. They'll both survive, but you can't help but think that you could've lost him. The cherry on top was that he was assigned by Xaden to complete a mission before returning to Aretia, where he'll guide Violet as she is the new duchess. You don't bother thinking when you see him, having thought he was dead or had channeled, grabbing him by the collar of his flight jacket and crashing your lips together. He doesn't pull away or object, his arms fiercely wrap around your waist, smiling into your kiss. Once you two part, your heads touch, smiling to one another as you ignore the open jaws from your fellow cadets.

Gift-Giving. 50% of Bodhi's time goes to sneakily doing things for the revolution. 5% of his time goes towards surviving the quadrant. The remaining 45% is dedicated to making little gifts for you. He practically forces Quinn to teach him how to wove a leather bracelet for you, lying to her when he says it's an early birthday gift for his cousin. He makes leather sheathes designed specifically for your thighs and ribcage, especially if you're a little more taller and buff than the other cadets, having a little more trouble finding the perfect size that never slips down your body. Bodhi has no trouble in creating these sheathes, and you almost break down sobbing at the thoughtfulness. Needless to say, your new sheathes never budge and are incredibly comfortable, never digging into your skin and leaving marks.

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Marking. You love marking your boyfriend up. Of course, during the time you two were private/secretive, you always left it in places that could be hidden during his day-to-day activities. Your go-to spots were his thighs, hipbones, and if you're feeling risky--his abdomen. Sometimes, Bodhi would have to avoid taking his shirt off during sparring, something he does too often, but he loves the feeling of your lips around his skin too much, so it's worth it. He marks you just as much, specifically--he has an issue with always leaving love bites on your shoulders, meaning you too have to avoid removing your shirt during sparring.

Kisses. In these type of moments, kisses with Bodhi go from loving and passionate to messy and hot. It's almost like he can't get enough of you, and in his mind--he can't. He'll slide one of his hand behind your neck, keeping you there as the other rests on your abdomen. He tilts his head to the side, instantly deepening the kiss. The moment you feel his tongue brushing along the seam of your lips, you know you're a goner. The kiss becomes a dance between your tongues, memorizing the inside of his mouth with the muscle. When the two of you are close to coming together, his lips are finding yours again--except this time, its a mess of teeth and tongues, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Submissive. Bodhi is 100% the bottom in this situation. He already loves being the bottom spoon and being within your embrace, so that applies to when you two have sex. He loves the way you control the bedroom and him, though you only have one objective--pleasuring your boyfriend. Bodhi is always ecstatic whenever you initiate it as well, knowing you have things in store for him that'll leave him sore and aching for more afterwards. The way your hands will grip his hips, keeping him still as you get your pleasure, though that is enough for Bodhi to come--without even touching him.

Oral. You love commanding Bodhi to go down on you. Don't fret--you're still the one in charge. Your hands will keep a firm, yet gentle grip on his jaw, guiding him as you feed him your cock, starting by slowly thrusting inside of his mouth. The moment his large hands cup your balls, you instantly snap. Your gentle and slow thrusts quickly turns into fucking his mouth, ignoring the way his eyes well up with tears of pleasure and the sounds of him choking on your cock. You're satisfied when you come inside of his mouth, watching as he swallows every last bit. You're even more satisfied when you notice he came himself by simply pleasuring you.

Overstimulation. Something that Bodhi discovered about himself since dating you--he has a kink for being overstimulated. Once you give him a blowjob, making him come once, you instantly make him cum again when you fuck him with your cock. Even though Bodhi swears he's done, the moment your calloused hand begins fisting his swollen cock--he can't help but moan loudly for you. The pain instantly turns into pain-pleasure, the feeling too good to stop. He comes quick and hard, and he nearly becomes hard again when he witnesses you licking your fingers clean, staring at him with your lust-filled eyes.

Aftercare. Aftercare with Bodhi is typically dominantly done by you. You always manage to do a number on him one way or another--so you always make sure to take care of him afterwards. You settle on getting a warm, wet rag, gently cleaning off his cock and the areas of his body in which you left marks on, soothing the skin with the warm rag. Afterwards, you'll roll him onto his stomach, rubbing his back as he recovers from his multiple highs. Once he comes back to you, and you're sure he's okay, you spoon him until he falls asleep against your bicep.

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[junabuggy]

Hey! I've been reading all of your Angel Dust stuff and I adore everything! I do have a request. I understand if you don't want to do this, or don't even see me.

Could you do a Drag Angel x Male Reader? I'd prefer it to be a little smutty, but you can add whatever you want with it!

Hope you have a great day!

Drag! Angel Dust x Male! Reader

A/n: I’ve gotten two requests for this surprisingly enough lol (important notice at end !!)

Warnings: None

Fluff✔️ Comfort❌ Angst❌ Smut❌

🕸️ᥫ᭡ The first time Angel randomly walked into the hotel lobby in drag with you there, you weren’t too shocked. I mean c’mon, it’s Angel frickin’ Dust.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Plus he looked good in it sooo you were definitely not complaining

🕸️ᥫ᭡ If you’re good at makeup he might ask for some help with his makeup for drag

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Which is fun because you get to sit on his lap and chat while you do it. Fun bonding moment ‼️‼️

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Will wrap his arms around your waist while you’re doing it and yes will be flirting with you until your cheeks turn red

🕸️ᥫ᭡ He can’t help it !! It’s just the perfect opportunity to tease you :P

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Lets you give him advice on what outfit he should wear

🕸️ᥫ᭡ The only thing he won’t let you help out with is his hair or wig, he’s VERY particular about that for whatever reason.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Thanks you for all the help with a kiss on the forehead (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Of course, it’s overdramatic and with a “mmmwah!” Sound affect

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Overall drag is a fun thing for Angel and he’s glad he got to share that with you <33

Notice !!

Hey guys :)

I’ve been on hiatus for a while now and this is just kinda my explanation why and moving forward stuffs/plans for the future ദ്ദി(˵ - ᴗ - ˵)

Long story short my hyperfixation on Hazbin Hotel died out pretty quickly aannnddd life has been insane lately?? It’s like the AO3 fanfic writer curse hit me or something even though I mainly write on Tumblr lmfaooo

I’ll spare you the details but what’s been going on with me recently has kept me from creating really anything and the fact that the hyperfixation died out doesn’t help either. It’s hard to write about stuff I’m no longer very interested in.

That being said I don’t mind writing for Hazbin so send in your requests !! But I might not be able to get around to them as frequently as I used to.

Alsssooooo If you have other fandoms you’d like to see me write for I’ll see what I can do, so send in requests for other fandoms too (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Happy pride month !! And I’m sorry if I didn’t make much sense here lol, I’m terrible with words ironically enough

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐲

[nonbinairyboi]

Lanz Carpo

Summary: Anxious to find the missing Beroya, Din is forced to confront truths that had lain hidden

Pairing: None! Just a young Din trying to figure shit out.

Written for @mandaloriankait ‘s Pedro Pascal Pride Event

A/N: Happy Pride! I kind of based this off of this moment I had around this age where I realized that despite growing up and getting cast as both men and women, most theater companies wouldn’t do that. If they cast me as a man it would be a ‘choice’. And that’s on gender dysphoria.

If I tagged you it was cause I thought you might like a Pride fic. Feel free to tell me if you would like to be taken off that list in the future.

Word Count: ~2.3k

Tags/Warnings: Gender Dysphoria / Confusion. Young Nonbinary Din Djarin (teenager). Being scared about the health of a parent. Discussion of injuries.

Graphics by @/saradika-graphics

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“Din Djarin, do you wish to join the search?”

Din’s Buir had been gone for 2 months. He hadn’t contacted the covert in 33 days.

At 16, Din was old enough to volunteer to help, and jumped at the opportunity.

The bottled up energy from being alone had nowhere to go, crawling up Din’s arms like electric tendrils.

Din nodded at the Armorer. “This is the way.”

“This is the way.” The room echoed.

Din had rarely left the covert since being taken in all those years ago. Life before seemed like a distant dream, the memory distorted as if through thick glass.

With fists clenched, Din walked to gather weapons and supplies for the trip with the rest of the volunteers. It was essential to find their Beroya. Without him, the covert had limited income, leaving everyone on edge.

“The last message was sent from Coruscant.” Rasika advised. “He had finished a job there and had found a lead on the next bounty. We will retrace his steps and go from there.”

Din nodded in understanding, starting towards the ship.

When they arrived in Coruscant, they were each assigned a job. Din was told to go to a local tailor who may have seen their lost Beroya.

Restless, Din nodded, turning to leave.

“Djarin!”

Slowly turning back around, Din met the gaze of Paz Vizla’s helmet.

“Be careful. Don’t get cocky.”

Din scoffed, incredulous before turning and leaving.

Coruscant was nothing like anything Din had ever seen. It was exponentially more populated than what Din remembered of Aq Vetina, Concordia, or any of the planets they had set up coverts on since The Great Purge.

Unaccustomed to navigating the throngs of people, Din focused on finding the tailor’s quickly, finally locating it after only a few turn-arounds.

An older Twi’lek looked up as Din approached the front desk, doing a double take before straightening up.

Snapping his fingers, two more Twi’leks in long dresses appeared by his side.

“Good afternoon!” The first Twi’lek said, courtesy dripping from his tongue. “Please make our guest comfortable.”

As the two other Twi’leks stepped forward, Din held up his hand to stop them.

“I’m here for information.” Din said, hoping the filter of the helmet sounded tough.

The first Twi’lek dismissed the other two immediately, raising his eyebrows.

“I take it you’re here about your friend?”

Din’s hands clenched into fists once again.

“You’ve seen another like me?”

“Of course! Must have been about a month ago now. Just like you actually, wasn’t the chatty type, right down to business.”

“What information did you give my friend?”

“He asked if I’d heard much about a spice runner named Usak.” The tailor continued smoothly, seemingly unbothered by the beskar before him. “I told him I hadn’t as we do not serve spice runners.”

Din turned around, ready to leave in frustration when the tailor added: “But I recommended visiting Lanz Carpo, as I hear it’s a lovely place to relax.”

Din froze before turning slowly back to the tailor.

“I’ve never heard of Lanz Carpo being a place of relaxation.” Din said carefully.

“I think you’d be surprised.” The Twi’lek said with a knowing smirk.

Din nodded slowly before turning towards the door.

“Do take care of yourself.”

The Twi’lek’s words gave Din an uneasy feeling. Had Din’s Buir walked into a trap? Surely if Din felt that this was suspicious, the Beroya would have too and taken precautions.

Walking through the adjacent building on Coruscant was like walking through a completely different world. Din noticed how human men and women seemed to dress vastly differently here, filling different roles. Din had never really thought about gender. It hadn’t been necessary in training as you couldn’t tell with mandalorians unless they told you, but looking around, Din was confused by how everyone seemed to act and treat each other differently based on these arbitrary made up outward differences. Shaking the feeling off, Din continued back to the ship, finding that a few other mandalorians had also returned.

“You find anything, Djarin?” Rasika asked.

“I might have a lead. The tailor seemed to be feeding me information, but I’m not sure I trust it.”

“Go on.”

Din explained what the Twi’lek had said, mentioning how eerie it had all felt.

“We shall wait until the others return to decide a course of action.” Rasika declared.

As they waited, Din couldn’t help thinking again of how strange all of the interactions on this planet had been. It was all unsettling, from the Twi’lek suggesting they all go to the planet run by the Carpo crime syndicate to the division of gender. Din had never connected to the thought of gender in the way that others had described it. Rasika drew Din back to the present with the clang of Beskar on Beskar.

“Djarin’s lead seems like the best information we have received. I propose that we head to Lanz Carpo. As we do not have many contacts there, I suggest we stay in groups.”

The other mandalorians nodded their approval.

The flight to Lanz Carpo was tense and silent, everyone double-checking and cleaning their weapons in preparation.

Din’s eyes squeezed shut, hoping against hope to see his Buir again soon.

When they arrived, Rasika divided them into groups of three.

“Djarin! With me.” She said. Din nodded in understanding.

“Protect each other. Use your comms only when necessary. If you have foundlings in your group, they are the priority. This is the way.”

“This is the way.” They all echoed.

Din fell into step behind Rasika. She was a respected leader within the community. A lethal warrior.

Din’s heart pounded loud enough that they were sure Rasika could hear it as they navigated the alleys of the syndicate-controlled planet.

“Pssst!” A voice sliced through the silence.

Din turned around to see a Tholothian beckoning them through a side door.

“It’s not safe, mandalorians. Come inside quickly.”

Rasika froze for a moment and Din used his helmet’s heat sensors to make sure it wasn’t a trap before they both moved inside.

“Have you seen another like us?” Rasika asked with authority.

“Huh. I hadn’t heard much of female mandalorians.” The Tholothian remarked suddenly, ignoring the question. “I always assumed they stayed back with the children.”

Rasika’s back straightened as Din struggled to understand the man before them.

“Women often fight and men often stay home as needed in our culture.” Rasika said tightly. “This is the way.”

“This is the way.” Din repeated instantly.

“You don’t see many men who would stay home with the children or women leading the fight. It is refreshing.” The man said.

Something within Din clicked into place like the harsh clang of a hatch on an old ship. When people looked at Din, they saw a mandalorian. If Din was without armor, what would they see? It seemed that everyone else made assumptions based on perceived gender.

People were seen to be doing things ‘as a man’ or ‘as a woman’, even when they were fighting against stereotypes or gender norms.

A stinging started in Din’s nose and eyes, a roaring creeping in their ears.

Utterly confused and overwhelmed, Din turned, looking around the room until something shiny caught their eye.

Din moved instantly towards the object, brushing past the man harshly.

“Hey, wait!” He called to Din.

Din nearly fell over when they realized what it was. One of Din’s Buir’s pauldrons sat on the table.

Rage ran through Din as they turned back around, drawing their blaster and pointing it at the Tholothian.

“What have you done to him?” Din asked angrily. “Where. Is. He?”

The man quickly looked back to Rasika, only to find her blaster trained on him as well.

“Wait! Wait!” He said, raising his hands in the air immediately. “It’s not what it looks like. He’s safe.”

“Where?” Din repeated.

“Upstairs. Just- follow me.”

Din looked at Rasika for guidance. She nodded, and indicated that Din should go in front, the man sandwiched between them. Din cautiously led the way up the stairs that the man had indicated.

“He’s recovering. I’ve been taking care of him.” The man said in a pleading voice.

Din spun around to face the man again.

“Recovering from what?” Din snarled.

“Din?” A weak but familiar voice inquired from the door to Din’s right.

Din reacted immediately, charging towards the door and opening it to reveal a dark but comfortable looking bedroom. A figure on the bed drew Din closer. Without thinking, Din flew towards the bed, dropping to their knees when their brain caught up with them. It was their Buir, missing some pieces of his armor, but his helmet still securely in place. A sling was fastened around his bandaged left arm.

Their Buir reached out his unbandaged right arm, pulling Din close to him until the foreheads of their helmets leaned on each other.

“Din’ika.” He breathed.

“What happened? Are you alright?” Din asked quickly, leaning back to try to assess the damage.

It was then that their Buir explained what had happened. How he had followed the lead from the tailor’s shop and had gotten back to his ship only to find his comms were out (which he unfortunately hadn’t noticed until he had already set the course for Lanz Carpo. How he had chased his bounty for a few weeks across the planet until the bounty was able to get the jump on him, wounding him in the arm and right beneath the bottom of his chest plate. How he had been unable to find a way to call for help and was saved by chance when the Tholothian had found him and taken him in.

“The streets have been… unsafe as of late, so I haven’t been able to locate his ship or try and locate Bacta. Without the help of it, his healing has taken longer.” The Tholothian chimed in.

Rasika set to work immediately, contacting the other mandalorians to relay the information and help find his ship. After the initial rush of activity, Rasika looked briefly between Din and their Buir before leading the Tholothian out of the room and closing the door behind them.

Din immediately deflated, no longer having to keep up appearances.

“I’ve been so worried.” They said, their voice breaking slightly.

“I’m alright Din’ika.” Their Buir reassured them, pulling them closer and settling Din’s helmet close to his chest. “I’ve thought of you everyday. You are growing into a fine warrior, perhaps even a Beroya if you were able to help locate me.”

Din let out an amused chuckle at that, unable to picture themselves measuring up to their Buir.

“Don’t you scoff at me!” Their Buir exclaimed. “I’ll have you know I think you’d be a perfect Beroya.”

Din felt tears glide down their cheeks under their helmet, unable to be wiped away.

The trip back to the covert flew by. Before Din knew it they were sitting back in their room with their Buir, who was looking almost back to normal after being given access to Bacta.

“Something has been troubling you since we arrived back.” He stated, his head tilted to the side as he looked at Din.

Din froze for a moment before letting out a sigh, knowing they couldn’t get anything by their Buir.

“I have not been around… non-mandalorians in a long time.” Din began, shifting in their seat. “Their customs and beliefs… confused me sometimes.”

“Confused you in what way?”

“I had a moment of realization that if anyone ever saw me without my helmet-“

“They will not, Din’ika.”

“Or if they decided my voice was manly or feminine, they would assume so much about me without evening blinking.” Din finished. “It- that even if I defied expectations of gender, I would still be put within a box, a box that feels wrong.” Tears sprung to their eyes and they attempted to scrunch their nose to stop the stinging they felt there.

“Din.” Their Buir said softly.

“I have grown accustomed to Mandalorian culture and the gender neutrality of Mando’a.”

“It is true.” Their Buir said more firmly. “Mando’a does not use gender as Basic does. I am your Buir. Not your mother or your father. This is because in our society it is not relevant to our conversations. It does not factor into our decisions or roles within the covert. It is not for anyone to share their gender unless they choose to for their own reasons.”

“Why does it matter so much to others? I don’t understand.” Din pleaded. “The thought of it is- distressing.” Din paused a moment before continuing in a near whisper. “It breaks my heart.”

Din’s Buir’s chest ached at Din’s words.

“I do not know, but it need not be in your life this way.” He said. “When we speak in Mando’a, it will not be a necessity, and when we speak in Basic, there are ways around it.”

“How?” Din asked, confused.

A knock sounded at the door and both of them stood up to answer it.

The Armorer stood before them, and they both lowered their heads briefly in deference.

“I am glad to see you home.” She said with authority. “And I have heard that Din did well on the mission to find you. You must be proud.

“I am. They did well indeed. I am always proud of them.”

The words hung in the air, a warm feeling spreading through Din as they realized what their Buir had said. Their chest felt tight in the best way as they basked in both the praise and the language that their Buir had used.

The Armorer’s head tilted slightly as she regarded Din before she straightened up and spoke.

“Indeed. They hold much promise. They might make a powerful Beroya one day.”

“This is the way.”

“This is the way.”

Din couldn’t stop the smile that spread across their face.

Tagging some people who might like a Pride fic? Idk? @for-a-longlongtime @qveerthe0ry @syd-djarin @sp00kymulderr @perotovar @vindictivegranny @cosmickid-inmotion

[deathbxnny]

hello!! im the anon that wrote the jingliu’s child idea, so i will request it now (paragraph below is a copy paste i aint writing allat again)

reader being jingliu’s child (like,biologically) and was born some months before jingliu became mara-struck, when jingliu became mara-struck she literally tried to kill her months old baby, so i like to think that jingliu would tell jingyuan to take care of her baby if anything happened to her, so after jingyuan “kills” jingliu, he takes the baby and tries to raise it as his own child, and as they grow up they take after their mother and almost look like their mothers carbon copy, which makes jingyuan remember his mentor

platonic and the character is jing yuan, feel free to mention other characters tho!!

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A/N: Hey there Anon! Thank you for resending the request! I really like the idea!<33

Content: Angst, spoilers to Jing Yuan's/Jingliu's backstory?, platonic relationships, hurt/comfort, Reader is described to look like Jingliu, fluff, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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Killing his teacher was one of the hardest things Jing Yuan ever had to do. It was like a part of him was ripped apart in the process too. Like apart of him died with her that day. But the only thing that consoled him and that was left behind from his old mentor, was you, Jingliu's months old child. He was exhausted and absolutely shattered by what happened and yet, he held on just for you. He promised that he would.

It took him a while to learn how to take care of you. Thankfully he wasn't entirely alone in this and some of the female generals, surprisingly including Fu Xuan, helped him out immensely during his first year with you. He was so tired with life during the first few months, but you helped him get through it. Your existence felt like a last gift to him by his mentor and perhaps that's exactly what you were.

Years went by faster than Jing Yuan wanted them to. He never cared for them before, as he never really aged himself. But after you came into his life, he began appreciating every single year you were in it.

He documented everything about you and was proud of every little achievement you made. It didn't matter how mundane it was either. When you first babbled out a call of his name, he practically melted on the spot with pride and love.

As the years went by, he began noticing how similar you looked to your mother. It filled his heart with warmth and nostalgia to see you grow into a near carbon copy of his mentor. He made sure to give you a good and happy life, one that she deserved to have had with you too, if things had gone differently.

Once you were old enough, he began telling you simple stories about your mother, about her bravery and her days of mentoring him. You listened to his words, eagerly leaning to hear every word, as you looked so unbearably similar to her, that he couldn't help but hug you for longer every time he could. He saw you as a gift and he'd make sure to protect you with his life.

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A/N: Alright, I haven't been doing well today, so I hope this was coherent and okay! Thank you again for the request!<33

[fangsforiris]

Pride Month~ Day 2: Lesbianism

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The first letter in ‘LGBTQIA+’ but also the most underrepresented and mislabeled. Lesbian.

Lesbianism, which was first coined in 1870, then in 1890 in a medical dictionary, refers to woman being attracted to other woman. Or as the ‘WLW’ (woman loving woman, woman in love with another woman, woman love other woman) states, anyone OTHER than a man, loving a woman.

First flag— the current flag is known as the universal Lesbian flag. Any and all use it.

The second is known as the femme or lipstick lesbian flag. Mainly the femme lesbian flag, directed towards feminine presenting lesbians.

Both can be used !! Just be respectful <3

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We also see the term ‘sapphic’ being used a lot in this context.

Sapphic: Sapphism is an umbrella term for any woman attracted to women or in a relationship with another woman.

The flag !

There are some terminologies used to describe lesbians, as it ranges.

Butch, Femme, Masc, etc. Some find the term ‘Lipstick Lesbian’ offensive, whilst others embrace it. The key here is to be respectful!! As all lesbians, regardless of how they choose to fill their mold, are valid.

All lesbians are valid.

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What is Comphet?

Comphet, also known as Compulsory Heterosexuality, refers to the societal expectation and assumption that everyone is heterosexual, and the pressure to conform to this norm.

This concept suggests that people, particularly women, may experience or act on heterosexual attraction due to social conditioning rather than genuine desire.

Summarized Version:

🩷 Compulsory heterosexuality is the societal pressure on women to partner with men through influences like religion, marriage, and media, regardless of their true sexual orientation or desires.

🩷 "Being comphet" means experiencing pressure to appear straight or to be in relationships with the opposite sex despite having little or no genuine attraction to them.

Why is this Important?

🩷 Authentic Identity: It helps lesbians recognize and validate their true sexual orientation, free from societal pressures to conform to heterosexual norms.

🩷 Mental Health: Awareness of comphet can reduce internalized homophobia and the mental health issues that arise from denying or repressing one's true identity.

🩷 Empowerment: Acknowledging comphet enables lesbians to challenge societal expectations, fostering a sense of empowerment and promoting visibility and acceptance of diverse sexual orientations.

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Fun Fact: Anne Lister is considered to be the first ‘modern lesbian’ within the New English Industrial Revolution.

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Diabolik Lovers HC!!

I’d like to think that Yui is a closeted lesbian, who happens to suffer from comphet due to her harsh and rather strict upbringing from the church.

She perhaps had a crush on a girl, maybe a few years older than her or her age, but was killed off from the church after others assumed she was a witch or a deviant for liking women.

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Song of The Day: Good Luck, Babe! By: Chappell Roan

Happy Pride Month <33

[glitchycore21]

NO WAY, LAUREL AND TORD EDDSWORLD MEET AND GREET??/j

Pride Month woke art collab by the one and only cool ass eddsworld artist moot by Eddiemation HIMSELF!! (Instagram)

I'm so happy how it turned out like this, hoping we can meet and see each other again!

16 days ago, on 24 - 25 May 2025, my college friend and I are boothing at the Fandom Art Fiesta selling our merch together then i hear someone is calling me and i can't you not. I first stumbled Eddiemation himself (Eddsworld Fan Artist💚) in front of me in the great value of "What in the Markiplier Meet and Greet type shit is this?". I jumpscare on my chair feeling so super duper happy and stimming my hands so hard that it's my first time meeting Eddie in real life! 🥹💙✨️🇵🇭🇸🇬

☆ Special thanks to Eddie for giving me Tom and Matt stickers when the new eddsworld episode is going to release soon! <33💙✨️🫶

Funny how today is Best Friends day lol

[kalosianlaurent]

hello?,, hellooooooo? (@ _ @),, oh! i think its working! woohoo!!

ヾ（〃＾♡＾〃）ﾉ hiya!!! my names Laurent! im new here, both to rotomblr and pokemon battling! i just started, uhmmm, two months agooo,,? 乁(ʘ‸ʘ)ㄏ do nottt count me on that one,, anyway! other than that; im 13, born 10/22, i use they/star [any terms ok (^ᴗ^)], and im kalosian! i moved to unova since i was 6, but we just recently moved back to kalos! likee,, 4 months ago? anyway, super happy to be back home!!

heres my team! ↓↓↓ and a bit about them each!

Houndour: Silas, male, bold nature. my pride & joy <33

Fletchling: Kyra, female, hardy nature. so stern,, cant take her srsly,, <3

Litleo: Aizel, male, timid nature. my first actual catch!!

Braixen: Kenna, female, mild nature.

Eevee: Fuzzy, male, impish. not actually a battle pokemon, he's our family pet! we've had him for soo long, i think before i was 10,, woa thats a thought (@ _ @),,

anyway!! this blog is gonna be documenting my journey! i hope to become a fire type specialist one day!（ *＾ᴗ＾* )

🔥 [ ✩ laurent ] 🔥 [ ✩ reblogs ] 🔥 [ ✩ ooc ] 🔥 [ ✩ lore ] Pelipper Mail: on (selective) Musharna Mail & Malice: on (selective) Malice: on (selective) Magic Anons: off Pelipper Malice: off

ooc & trigger warnings under cut.

HEY!! sooo guess who's bringin' this blog back! thats right <3 i miss my sweetie laurent so. third times the charm yeah? anyway, if you remember anything from this blogs past. um. Disregard it. because laurent has had a HUGE overhaul and rewrite from what they originally were, and while similar plot points might come up again in the future, theyre gonna be very different.

anyway, name's kaii, im 16, i go by he/they. @kaiispokebloghub is my pokemon irl blog hub, and all interactions will come from my (inactive) main @elysianstarl1ght! if you wanna know more about me, the latters got a long ass pinned post just for you lol.

TRIGGER & CONTENT WARNINGS:

so, laurent is going to be going THROUGH IT. all content will be tagged as "tw (content)". items in orange won't go into detail, or relate to backstory solely. items in red will have far more spotlight in plot points. ok, clears throat-

death (pokemon & familial)

near-death experiences

murder

child abuse / neglect, pokemon abuse / neglect

transphobia

arson

kidnapping

depression and all the fun shit that comes with it, maybe including a bit of suicidality.

if any of these topics trigger you.. uhhhhh honestly, lots of this probably wont come up until way later, and it'll probably be relatively lighthearted most of the time. however!! proceed with caution!! and know that everything will be tagged accordingly (as mentioned earlier)! if you need something else tagged for anything that's posted, or if i missed something, pleaseeee communicate that to me!!! (you can send me an ask, i wont publish it ^-^)

OH YEAH cafekitsune for dividers & cbrfufu for pfp: picrew & insta

anyway, think thats it. thanks for reading!!! here's to this blog actually surviving more than 4 months lol

[jesncin]

Hey there! First off I wanted to say CONGRATULATIONS ON LUNAR BOY!! Book birthdays are so wonderful, and Lunar Boy looks absolutely amazing <33

I also just wanna say that I really enjoyed your MAWS commentary. I've only seen the first season once, and on that watch I did feel like it was lacking some substance, but it's very brain-off-pretty-colors! type show for me so I never analyzed why that was. I wanted so much to think well of it, especially because we finally have some Superman media that let's him smile again (looking at you zack snyder 😑), but tbh that kind of made me skim over the issues it has. I had fun with it, but there's really not much substance to MAWS.

All that said, I've been adoring your DC AU. The long comic you guys made for J'onn and Ma'al had me near tears, and I keep coming back over and over again to the comic you made for Lois and Superman about the first interview. You've introduced me to a bunch of DC characters I've never heard of either which is super cool! (I had no idea J'onn had a twin! That's what happens when you grow up on the animated shows I guess hahaha XD) Anyways, just thank you so much for all the art and stories you two share, and congrats again on Lunar Boy!! Hope you have a lovely day <33

AAH THANK YOU SO MUCH this is so kind!! 😳😭I've had such a spectacular book birthday, and I'm still celebrating into Pride month!!

And thank you also for reading my MAWS takes! I've honestly said similar things before "at least he's smiling now!" but after a while it made me interrogate what I really wanted in a Superman. MAWS should not have to rely on people's lowered standards post-Snyderverse to get away with being mediocre and devoid of themes. Yet here we are, and I guess it works for them lol

And thanks once more for reading Sons of Mars (my true magnum opus) and Private Interview! I'm so happy that people are learning more about DC through my AU shenanigans. I'm forever touched that people have become so invested in Ma'al now. Thank you lastly for taking the time to write such a lovely message!!

[fandom-rpfinder]

💀 ‘ello my fellow freaks! 💀

let me lay down my desires in a way that even my AuDHD gremlin self could follow;

≛ fandoms; ≛

    Baldur’s Gate 3 and Dragon Age Veilguard

≛ characters and dynamics sought; ≛

    your Astarion Ancunín / my M!Tav (drow, druid)

    your Lucanis Dellamorte / my M!Rook (elf, rogue)

≛ what I hope from the roleplay; ≛

    (cis) M x M dynamics // about 70-30 ratio with the focus on your character; I want to delve into the trauma, the sexuality, the personality, the demons (both literal and figurative) and the character development of these dashing rogues below surface level. I want to study withdrawn, sad little men who crave love and acceptance but have no idea how to accept it.  //  some smut; the ratio can vary from a straight up 0 to 80 depending on how we click and what we like. I prefer my porn with plot and plenty emotions, though, so I won’t write smut just for smut’s sake.  //  writing over discord.  //  third person, past tense  //  tupperbox optional!  // AUs, multiverses, crossovers, multiple threads are all welcome!  // slow burn and love (lust?) at first sight both welcome. both things can be true, also. pining, hidden feelings, struggling with expression, being painfully horny (emotional, physical? both) for someone and not knowing how to deal with it - all of interest to me.  //  themes varying from angst to fluff to smut, wholesome in balance with absolutely terrible. I like to write a love that conquers all, even if they do struggle. not thanks to one another, but due to the world they live in. a journey together though they may have obstacles, with a happy ending somewhere in the horizon. 

≛ what I won’t do; ≛

    toxic or ‘dark’ romance.  // Ascended Astarion.  //  non-con.  //  romanticized abuse.  //  dead dove and taboo portrayed as kink. I don’t mind these things being portrayed or discussed, especially considering the material; I simply don’t want them to be written as something to be desired or as mere shock value with zero ramifications. // no doubling as a standard; I’m open to expanding to multiple threads and multiple ships, but I don’t do “I scratch your back and you scratch mine” from the get go. I want partners who are genuinely thrilled to write their characters and I, too, want to be that to my partner.  //  Cazador apologists, don’t bother.

 ≛ what I hope from you; ≛

     25+ years old (guys, I’m 33, I can’t be writing with someone 10 years my junior)  //  be enthusiastic about your character. you - nor your character - don’t need to be enthusiastic about mine from the get go; I’m prepared and thrilled to convince you, and my characters are dedicated to showing love to their LIs even if they’re not convinced of their intentions.  //  literate to advanced literate writing. //  third person, past tense.  //  good grasp of grammar. //  communication! you don’t need to ghost me; I actually take feedback great.  // at least a reply a day - unless life happens, of course! I’ll wait a month if need be, just let me know!  // hope to befriend you ooc, as well! it is not necessary, but I definitely write better with people whom I also click well with OOC.

 ≛ what I bring to the table; ≛

    33yo, trans guy // literate to advance literate; I write whole ass novellas if given the opportunity, though I can also contain myself if need be. very descriptive, I enjoy delving into a character’s inner thoughts rather than just describing surface level actions. enthusiastic about character and relationship studies. // well crafted characters; I take pride in the time and effort I put into crafting compelling, multidimensional characters that fit into their respective world without being overpowered or ‘excessively special.’ 💅🏻 you will find the two offered here, especially, will be polar opposites of one another. I do not recycle my OCs, instead I want to craft characters that work well for their chosen LIs dynamic. // art! I’m an artist who doodles A LOT when I get super into a roleplay. >:3C  //  memes, music, drabbles, thoughts and dreams… all kind of good shit that’ll help us SPIRAL. // communication skills; not to flex (but absolutely yes to flex) I have been dubbed ‘the easiest person in the world to communicate with’, and I carry that shit with pride. WITH PRIDE I SAY.

 ≛ is your interest piqued? are you tempted? ≛

    great! ♥ drop a like ♥ on this post, and I’ll slide on over to discuss further. please ensure you can be messaged from blogs who do not follow you!

    have a stellar day, all! ★

👾

[novella-writers]

💀 ‘ello my fellow freaks! 💀

let me lay down my desires in a way that even my AuDHD gremlin self could follow;

≛ fandoms; ≛

    Baldur’s Gate 3 and Dragon Age Veilguard

≛ characters and dynamics sought; ≛

    your Astarion Ancunín / my M!Tav (drow, druid)

    your Lucanis Dellamorte / my M!Rook (elf, rogue)

≛ what I hope from the roleplay; ≛

    (cis) M x M dynamics // about 70-30 ratio with the focus on your character; I want to delve into the trauma, the sexuality, the personality, the demons (both literal and figurative) and the character development of these dashing rogues below surface level. I want to study withdrawn, sad little men who crave love and acceptance but have no idea how to accept it.  //  some smut; the ratio can vary from a straight up 0 to 80 depending on how we click and what we like. I prefer my porn with plot and plenty emotions, though, so I won’t write smut just for smut’s sake.  //  writing over discord.  //  third person, past tense  //  tupperbox optional!  // AUs, multiverses, crossovers, multiple threads are all welcome!  // slow burn and love (lust?) at first sight both welcome. both things can be true, also. pining, hidden feelings, struggling with expression, being painfully horny (emotional, physical? both) for someone and not knowing how to deal with it - all of interest to me.  //  themes varying from angst to fluff to smut, wholesome in balance with absolutely terrible. I like to write a love that conquers all, even if they do struggle. not thanks to one another, but due to the world they live in. a journey together though they may have obstacles, with a happy ending somewhere in the horizon. 

≛ what I won’t do; ≛

    toxic or ‘dark’ romance.  // Ascended Astarion.  //  non-con.  //  romanticized abuse.  //  dead dove and taboo portrayed as kink. I don’t mind these things being portrayed or discussed, especially considering the material; I simply don’t want them to be written as something to be desired or as mere shock value with zero ramifications. // no doubling as a standard; I’m open to expanding to multiple threads and multiple ships, but I don’t do “I scratch your back and you scratch mine” from the get go. I want partners who are genuinely thrilled to write their characters and I, too, want to be that to my partner.  //  Cazador apologists, don’t bother.

 ≛ what I hope from you; ≛

     25+ years old (guys, I’m 33, I can’t be writing with someone 10 years my junior)  //  be enthusiastic about your character. you - nor your character - don’t need to be enthusiastic about mine from the get go; I’m prepared and thrilled to convince you, and my characters are dedicated to showing love to their LIs even if they’re not convinced of their intentions.  //  literate to advanced literate writing. //  third person, past tense.  //  good grasp of grammar. //  communication! you don’t need to ghost me; I actually take feedback great.  // at least a reply a day - unless life happens, of course! I’ll wait a month if need be, just let me know!  // hope to befriend you ooc, as well! it is not necessary, but I definitely write better with people whom I also click well with OOC.

 ≛ what I bring to the table; ≛

    33yo, trans guy // literate to advance literate; I write whole ass novellas if given the opportunity, though I can also contain myself if need be. very descriptive, I enjoy delving into a character’s inner thoughts rather than just describing surface level actions. enthusiastic about character and relationship studies. // well crafted characters; I take pride in the time and effort I put into crafting compelling, multidimensional characters that fit into their respective world without being overpowered or ‘excessively special.’ 💅🏻 you will find the two offered here, especially, will be polar opposites of one another. I do not recycle my OCs, instead I want to craft characters that work well for their chosen LIs dynamic. // art! I’m an artist who doodles A LOT when I get super into a roleplay. >:3C  //  memes, music, drabbles, thoughts and dreams… all kind of good shit that’ll help us SPIRAL. // communication skills; not to flex (but absolutely yes to flex) I have been dubbed ‘the easiest person in the world to communicate with’, and I carry that shit with pride. WITH PRIDE I SAY.

 ≛ is your interest piqued? are you tempted? ≛

    great! ♥ drop a like ♥ on this post, and I’ll slide on over to discuss further. please ensure you can be messaged from blogs who do not follow you!

    have a stellar day, all! ★

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[findroleplay]

💀 ‘ello my fellow freaks! 💀

let me lay down my desires in a way that even my AuDHD gremlin self could follow;

≛ fandoms; ≛

    Baldur’s Gate 3 and Dragon Age Veilguard

≛ characters and dynamics sought; ≛

    your Astarion Ancunín / my M!Tav (drow, druid)

    your Lucanis Dellamorte / my M!Rook (elf, rogue)

≛ what I hope from the roleplay; ≛

    (cis) M x M dynamics // about 70-30 ratio with the focus on your character; I want to delve into the trauma, the sexuality, the personality, the demons (both literal and figurative) and the character development of these dashing rogues below surface level. I want to study withdrawn, sad little men who crave love and acceptance but have no idea how to accept it.  //  some smut; the ratio can vary from a straight up 0 to 80 depending on how we click and what we like. I prefer my porn with plot and plenty emotions, though, so I won’t write smut just for smut’s sake.  //  writing over discord.  //  third person, past tense  //  tupperbox optional!  // AUs, multiverses, crossovers, multiple threads are all welcome!  // slow burn and love (lust?) at first sight both welcome. both things can be true, also. pining, hidden feelings, struggling with expression, being painfully horny (emotional, physical? both) for someone and not knowing how to deal with it - all of interest to me.  //  themes varying from angst to fluff to smut, wholesome in balance with absolutely terrible. I like to write a love that conquers all, even if they do struggle. not thanks to one another, but due to the world they live in. a journey together though they may have obstacles, with a happy ending somewhere in the horizon. 

≛ what I won’t do; ≛

    toxic or ‘dark’ romance.  // Ascended Astarion.  //  non-con.  //  romanticized abuse.  //  dead dove and taboo portrayed as kink. I don’t mind these things being portrayed or discussed, especially considering the material; I simply don’t want them to be written as something to be desired or as mere shock value with zero ramifications. // no doubling as a standard; I’m open to expanding to multiple threads and multiple ships, but I don’t do “I scratch your back and you scratch mine” from the get go. I want partners who are genuinely thrilled to write their characters and I, too, want to be that to my partner.  //  Cazador apologists, don’t bother.

 ≛ what I hope from you; ≛

     25+ years old (guys, I’m 33, I can’t be writing with someone 10 years my junior)  //  be enthusiastic about your character. you - nor your character - don’t need to be enthusiastic about mine from the get go; I’m prepared and thrilled to convince you, and my characters are dedicated to showing love to their LIs even if they’re not convinced of their intentions.  //  literate to advanced literate writing. //  third person, past tense.  //  good grasp of grammar. //  communication! you don’t need to ghost me; I actually take feedback great.  // at least a reply a day - unless life happens, of course! I’ll wait a month if need be, just let me know!  // hope to befriend you ooc, as well! it is not necessary, but I definitely write better with people whom I also click well with OOC.

 ≛ what I bring to the table; ≛

    33yo, trans guy // literate to advance literate; I write whole ass novellas if given the opportunity, though I can also contain myself if need be. very descriptive, I enjoy delving into a character’s inner thoughts rather than just describing surface level actions. enthusiastic about character and relationship studies. // well crafted characters; I take pride in the time and effort I put into crafting compelling, multidimensional characters that fit into their respective world without being overpowered or ‘excessively special.’ 💅🏻 you will find the two offered here, especially, will be polar opposites of one another. I do not recycle my OCs, instead I want to craft characters that work well for their chosen LIs dynamic. // art! I’m an artist who doodles A LOT when I get super into a roleplay. >:3C  //  memes, music, drabbles, thoughts and dreams… all kind of good shit that’ll help us SPIRAL. // communication skills; not to flex (but absolutely yes to flex) I have been dubbed ‘the easiest person in the world to communicate with’, and I carry that shit with pride. WITH PRIDE I SAY.

 ≛ is your interest piqued? are you tempted? ≛

    great! ♥ drop a like ♥ on this post, and I’ll slide on over to discuss further. please ensure you can be messaged from blogs who do not follow you!

    have a stellar day, all! ★

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