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[queenbeeibee]

To build off of what you mentioned before about Beelzebub being redeemed:

Would she want to be redeemed? Her connection to the Hell Hounds could make it complicated. How would she react to severing that tie?

🌸🐝 - [ Oh, Bee would DEFINITELY fight against any idea of her being redeemed. She doesn't want it in the least - why would she? Go back to Heaven, and all its rules? Go back to do as your told, know only what we let you, don't question anything? She would be scratching at the walls in literal MOMENTS if she were ever back Upstairs. And that isn't even getting into the Hellhounds - Bee would flat-out refuse to leave them. They're her people, like Sinners are Charlie's, and Bee couldn't ever think of leaving them behind...

[ ... But if she was forced to? If Heaven didn't listen (and let's be honest: it's so rare they do), and MADE her cross the Pearly Gates, severed that tie without any thought to what it would do? I feel like it would be devastating, on both sides. The Hellhounds would lose Beelzebub, would lose their Queen, the High Bitch in Charge. They'd lose any connection to her, have no idea where she was, what she was doing, why she'd left them. Infighting would probably begin, then. Hounds blaming one another, one type or another, over the disappearance of Queen Bee. The Gluttony Ring would descend into a sort of chaos, like the Pride Ring, that Bee had fought so hard to keep away.

[ And meanwhile, Bee would be trapped in Heaven, unable to communicate with anyone in Hell, unable to get to her Hounds or the other Sins. She'd be isolated, which is honestly a fate worse than anything for her - she needs PEOPLE, all the time. Even if Redemption took the Sin of Gluttony from her, took that ever-increasing void and desire for MORE from her, even if it turned her back to Temperance, Bee would need someone to be with. She'd need friends, and she certainly wouldn't make any of those Upstairs. She'd likely fall into a depression - which Heaven likely wouldn't understand. She's in HEAVEN, after all - what's there to be depressed about? What's there to be SAD over? You're home! You're safe, and redeemed, and the world is so GOOD again... Aren't you happy? Aren't you FULFILLED? You've become a Virtue once more! WHY AREN'T YOU HAPPY, TEMPERANCE?

[ LSS: Bee would hate actually getting Redeemed, herself. Will she support Charlie's dream of it? Hell yeah! Redemption for others? She's all for it! But never for herself. She's happy as she is, bein' whatchu want, not whatchu need~ ]

[snow-system-wol]

Of course he doesn't want Alphinaud to go the Garlemald. But the fact remains that Maxima is graciously welcoming his expertise and not talking down to him, and S'ria trying to stop Alphinaud in front of this group... It would feel like treating him as a child, so he doesn't voice that.

And then S'ria immediately cuts his side fringes that were getting in his face in a way that totally isn't worryingly similar to Yotsuyu's hair. Side note, the structure of this hairstyle means that we can show you how long S'ria's hair ACTUALLY is without breaking the physics immediately.

It's LONG, he's kept it this length more or less his entire life.

[peachdues]

The Thing About Genya — WIP (daddy!Sanemi x Lunar Hashira)

Shhhhhh

Major thank you to @umekohiganbana for reminding me about Genya and how Sanemi needs to fix that ASAP

Post- Bundle of Joy

NSFW teaser included at the bottom.

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“You only noticed me because I was bleeding all over you,” Y/N corrected. “And you only continued to pay attention to me because you thought I had a ‘kickass breathing style.’”

Sanemi rolled his eyes, lifting the feeding bottle back to his infant daughter’s mouth. “I did notice other things, too ya know.” He grumbled.

Y/N laughed softly and Sanemi felt his cheeks heat, her smile still capable of making him blush even two years after he’d begun warming her bed.

“All I’m saying is if you want Genya to leave the Corps, there might be a better way to do it that doesn’t involve maiming him.”

Y/N leaned over and smacked her lips against his cheek before ducking to peck their happily gurgling baby’s head, and sauntered off to the couple’s private bath.

Sanemi’s eyes trailed the Lunar Pillar’s retreating form until she disappeared from sight before turning his attention back to his daughter.

“And what do you think, my little flower?” He cooed, his daughter’s eyes crinkling in a wide smile as Sanemi brushed his nose against hers. “My plan’s better, right?”

The infant girl pulled off the feeding bottle, her tiny mouth twisting down. She coughed once, and Sanemi swiftly put her over his shoulder, against the small cloth he’d draped there to shield his bare back from her impending spit-up.

“Tch, since when do you side with Mama?” He grumbled, lightly patting his daughter’s back. She gurgled, signaling that she had finished upchucking her late dinner over her father’s shoulder.

He brought her back to face him, playfully glaring at her as he kissed her small, chubby cheeks. “Traitor. You’d better cut that shit out right now — or else I’m gonna go put a sibling in your mama’s belly.”

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Peep below for a NSFW teaser because my lovelies deserve horny Sanemi, always).

“‘Nemi,” Y/N giggled, swatting playfully over her shoulder at her lover. “Not in front of the baby!”

“Why?” Sanemi grinned, raining a trail of kisses down her neck and to her shoulder, his hands squeezing her hips. “She should know how crazy her daddy is for her mama. Besides,” Sanemi pressed his groin slightly into his wife’s tantalizing rear, causing her to shoot her hand out to steady herself on the doorway. “She can’t see when I do this.”

Y/N glanced furtively back at their daughter, who was busy giggling at the way her parents’ Kusagi crows pecked at the assortment of seeds and nuts they’d left out for them.

Baby properly distracted, Y/N mischievously ground back once against her lover, his fingers digging into her in warning.

Sanemi suppressed the groan bubbling in his throat, not wanting to call his daughter’s attention away from the crows. He slid his hand from Y/N’s hip to her neck, tilting her head back so he could press his mouth against her ear.

“Send one of the birds to Uzui’s wives. Tell them we need someone to watch her ‘til morning,” he murmured huskily into her ear, Y/N shivering as he grazed her lobe lightly with his teeth. “Make up some excuse, I don’t care. But you’re mine tonight.”

His voice dropped to a low growl. “And you’d better not stay quiet.” He pressed his hardening length sharply into her ass once more, in promise.

Y/N nodded, flushed.

“That’s my girl,” Sanemi grinned, slapping his wife’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze before moving aside, leaving the Lunar Hashira a blushing, bumbling mess behind him.

[lunaflowers]

needy baby (sungchan x reader)

↠ pairing: sub!sungchan x domme!reader ↠ word count: 3.2k+ ↠ genre: smut, fluff, pwp, non-idol au ↠ warnings: fingering, piv, pussy eating, praise, degradation, name-calling, nicknames, mommy kink, domme/sub dynamics, sungchan cums his pants, sungchan is pathetic but he's a good boy ↠ synopsis: you've kept your boyfriend pent up and needy for way too long author's note: fell for this cutie recently and i just had to write something for him

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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and you had nothing to do for the first time in forever. You were watching YouTube videos in bed wearing just an oversized t-shirt and panties when your shirtless boyfriend, Sungchan, suddenly entered the room and pounced on you.

“Baby? What are you doing?” you asked with a confused laugh, stroking his hair.

His face was buried in your chest and you could hear him mumble something but couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“What was that?”

He lifted his head up and looked you in the eyes. “I said ‘I want you.’” As soon as he said it, you felt his hard length against your leg.

“Oh…” you said, caught off guard. Rarely was Sungchan this forward and you didn’t know how to react for a minute. He had always been more shy and reserved, wanting you to initiate sex, and you were used to him like that.

“Come on,” he pouted, “We haven’t had sex in forever.”

“That’s not true…” you said, but you trailed off. You thought back to the last time you and Sungchan had been intimate. It was during a trip to Jeju Island that the two of you had been on. It had been a great trip, it was so rare that the two of you were able to get away together. Both of you had your commitments with school and work that there wasn’t much time. That trip had been… six weeks ago?

Jesus, you didn’t think it had been that long. You’d just been so tired lately, having to balance all the different aspects of your life. If you weren’t working or going to school or studying or at your internship, you were usually asleep.

“I didn’t want to say anything before ‘cause you’re always busy but you’re just watching music videos right now, right? So you have time?” he said this as he was slowly rutting against your thigh.

As it happened, you did have time. And you realised you were horny.

“Stop,” you said, and he stilled, looking at you with his large Bambi eyes.

“Sorry, I got carried away. I’ll just go–,” he began, starting to get up and looking completely disheartened.

“Be quiet,” you cut him off. “Get off the bed and on your knees.”

You could see him practically buzzing with excitement as he did what he was told. You sat up over the side of the bed now, Sungchan looking up at you. The erection in his sweatpants was evident. You stuck your foot out and brushed it ever so gently with your toes and Sungchan gasped. 

“Aw, baby,” you said, a little mockingly, “I’m sorry I’ve been a little neglectful lately.”

This was a relatively new thing for both you and Sungchan, this domme/sub dynamic. The two of you had had a few drinks one night and started talking about things you wanted to explore together sexually. When Sungchan shyly brought up the idea of being a sub, his cheeks flushed, you were intrigued. You’d never dommed anyone before but it was definitely something you were up for.

“It’s okay, mommy,” Sungchan said, pushing his hips forwards a little. He loved calling you mommy. The first time he said it, it had slipped out in the throes of passion and he’d looked terribly embarrassed but you’d loved it. Now it was a staple of your sex life.

“But that doesn’t make it okay for you to be such a desperate slut,” you said, pulling your foot away. Sungchan looked simultaneously excited and crestfallen.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” he said, looking a little pathetic on his knees with his eager cock poking through his grey sweats, but pathetic looked good on him. It was sexy. “I didn’t mean to be a desperate slut. I just need you so bad sometimes…”

“I know, baby. Of course you didn’t mean it,” you said, your voice dripping with condescension. This was a turn on for the both of you. “So tell me what you want to do to me.”

Sungchan’s eyes lit up. “I want to fuck you! Make you cum!”

“Hmm,” you said, your brow slightly furrowed. “Were you really thinking about making mommy cum? Or were you being a selfish baby and only thinking about getting yourself off? I mean, you were practically humping my thigh. That’s not where my clit is,” you said, pointedly.

Sungchan let out a pained moan and you felt it straight in your core. You knew your pussy was dripping already.

“I do want to make you cum, I just need to cum so bad too! I haven’t in so long… I haven’t even jerked off!” he said, wide-eyed, and it almost made you lose your domme resolve and melt on the spot.

“Really? You’ve been saving all your cum for mommy? Six weeks worth? Well, I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy. You wanna taste?”

“Yes, mommy, please let me taste you.”

“Okay, baby,” you said. You pulled your panties down your legs and let them drop onto the floor. Then you spread your legs so that Sungchan was eye level with your cunt. You saw his eyes narrow in on it, and he leaned forward with his tongue out and ready.

“No,” you said, snapping your legs closed. “Not like that.”

Sungchan looked taken aback but said nothing, choosing to pout cutely instead. 

You spread your legs open again, this time taking two fingers and rubbing them along your wetness. You saw your boyfriend shift his hips eagerly, keeping his eyes trained on what your fingers were doing. Once they were nice and coated, you stuck them out in front of his face.

“Lick.”

Sungchan eagerly devoured your fingers, closing his eyes as he did so to relish the taste. He moaned with your digits in his mouth and then stopped abruptly, pulling his mouth off of them and looking down and then back up at you.

“Shit! I’m so sorry,” he said, his eyes full of remorse.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, before you looked down and saw it. The wet spot on his sweatpants.

“Did you just cum in your pants?” you asked with astonishment. Sungchan had never done that before.

“I’m really sorry. I don’t know how it happened,” he said, his face filling with shame. “You just tasted so good and I…” he let out a whine. 

“Baby, it’s okay,” you said. You actually felt bad. You didn’t realise just how pent up he was and honestly, the fact that he cummed his pants was kind of really fucking hot. “Come here. Get up on the bed with me.” You didn’t want to go too far if he was feeling genuinely humiliated.

“No, it’s okay,” he said, “You can keep going. I want this.” 

“You’re sure?”

“I am. I’m so pathetic cumming in my pants like that,” he bit his lip.

You saw the look in Sungchan’s eyes. He was enjoying the degradation. It only served to turn you on even more how much he was enjoying it. You leaned down and gave him a comforting peck on the lips before straightening up again.

“You’re right. What kind of pathetic man cums his pants just from licking mommy’s fingers?”

“I’m sorry!” he said, shuffling forward on his knees and placing his head in your lap, letting out another embarrassed whine.

You took his hair between your fingers and grabbed it tightly. You pulled it gently, forcing him to look up at you. “You’re going to make it up to me, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, mommy, I’ll do anything.”

“Good boy. How about this? You have to make me cum three times before you can cum again. What do you think about that?”

Sungchan looked up at you, slightly alarmed.

“Three times?”

“If you fail, it’ll be six more weeks without cumming,” you said and you saw his eyes widen.

“Are you serious? Six more weeks without sex?”

“I didn’t say we wouldn’t have sex. I said you wouldn’t get to cum.”

You saw his mouth fall open in shock and it thrilled you. “But–”

“Don’t argue with me,” you said, your voice harsh. “You wasted mommy’s load in your pants and now you have to face the consequences.”

Sungchan pouted huffily but didn’t say anything.

“Since I’m feeling soft, I’ll let you choose. How did you want to make mommy cum first?”

Your boyfriend looked thoughtful for a second before asking, “Can I finger you?” You could tell he figured it was the safest option. He’d just cum from tasting you and he wasn’t about to stick his cock in you just yet.

“If that’s what you want, baby,” you said, moving back and laying down on the bed. “Come up here and show me what you got. But take off your dirty sweatpants first.”

Sungchan stood up and pulled off his sweats, revealing his cock that was already half hard again. He got on the bed and sat between your spread legs, eyeing your core and looking eager.

“Can I touch your pretty pussy, mommy?”

“Such good manners. Yes, baby.”

Sungchan reached down and gently began to play with your clit, watching your face as he did so. He liked watching you react in pleasure to things he was doing to you. He loved pleasing you. His lithe fingers expertly worked between your legs as you let out a moan. God, you hadn’t been touched in so long, you forgot how good it felt, how good Sungchan was at this.

Taking your moan as encouragement, Sungchan pushed two fingers into your cunt and you squeezed around them. “You’re so wet, mommy. My fingers slid right in.”

“It’s because you make mommy wet,” you said, already grinding against his palm. 

Sungchan blushed and applied more pressure to your clit causing you to arch your back a little. He pumped his fingers inside you skillfully while continuing to work your sweet spot, slower then faster. You realised in that moment that it wasn’t only Sungchan who was pent up. You also hadn’t cum in six weeks and your orgasm was approaching far faster than you’d intended.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum soon,” you breathed and your boyfriend moved faster, coaxing it out of you. It crashed over you in one strong wave and you came with a small shriek. Sungchan grinned, evidently proud of himself for making you cum so quickly.

“Did I do good?” he asked, sweetly. He was obviously fishing for praise and you were happy to give it to him.

“You did so good, baby. You made mommy feel so good.”

He beamed and leaned down, kissing you on the lips. “I’m gonna use my tongue this time.”

You were surprised. “Are you sure you can handle that?”

He nodded, “I can. Please? You always taste so much sweeter after you cum.” Now it was your turn to blush. The fact that your boyfriend was so attentive to your body that he knew the differences in the way your pussy tasted made you feel simultaneously flattered and self-conscious.

“Go for it, baby,” you replied. Sungchan moved between your legs, laying on his belly with his face near your cunt. He grabbed you around the thighs for purchase and slowly began licking your wetness, lapping it up. It reminded you of a kitten. You squirmed a bit, feeling a little over stimulated from the orgasm you just had.

“God… You’re such a pretty little kitty. Maybe I should start calling you that, hmm? Would you like to be my kitty?”

Sungchan paused his licking, “I’ll be your anything,” he said, pressing his tongue to your clit harder this time.

You squirmed again and moaned, “That’s a good kitty.”

You felt Sungchan grin against your pussy. “Thank you, mommy,” he said as he dove back in, this time pushing his nose into your clit and tonguing your entrance. You gasped at the feeling and let out a shaky breath.

“Yeah, kitty, just like that,” you breathed, writhing against his face.

Sungchan pushed his face into your cunt. He kissed and licked and sucked on your clit all the while asking for praises. He was eating you out with such enthusiasm that you wondered if you did taste as sweet as he claimed. You propped yourself up on your elbows and you looked down at him. You saw him slowly grinding his pelvis into the mattress as he was eating you out and you smiled.

“Be careful humping the mattress like that, kitty,” you said, before throwing your head back down onto the pillow. “You know our deal.”

Sungchan whined a little but stilled his movements as difficult as it was for him to do so. He didn’t want to cum again so soon, especially if he wasn’t inside you and he definitely didn’t want to be punished with no cumming for another six weeks.

He continued to eat you out eagerly, sucking up your arousal like it was the sweetest nectar. You were whimpering now, pushing your cunt against his face.

“Fuck… Kitty…” you said, your legs shaking now and Sungchan, noticing this, redoubled his efforts. He slid two fingers into your pussy as he continued to use his mouth on your clit. Before you knew it, you could feel another orgasm wracking your body, this one stronger than the last one. You came shouting his name and his chest puffed in pride seeing how he was able to make you fall apart like that.

You laid there, giving yourself a minute to recover from the orgasm you just had when you looked at Sungchan. His mouth was glossy with your arousal and he looked slightly pink cheeked. He was sitting up now and you could see his rock hard cock leaking precum.

“Kitty, you’re going to fuck me now,” you said, with as much authority as you could muster while feeling slightly worn out from your two orgasms.

Your boyfriend looked at you wide-eyed and slightly panicked. “But… I’ll cum. Can’t I eat you out again instead? Or use a toy on you?”

“That’s not my problem,” you said and you saw your boyfriend pout again, looking worried. He looked so cute that you almost wanted to relent and let him do whatever he wanted. Almost.

“What are you waiting for? Mommy wants your cock. I can get on top if you–”

“No!” Sungchan cut you off. “I’ll be on top.”

You smirked, knowing that Sungchan wouldn’t last five seconds with you on top, controlling the pace. He obviously knew this too.

Sungchan moved up on top of you, getting his cock between your legs. He looked into your eyes and smiled a little before kissing you on the mouth.

“You’re the sweetest kitty,” you said, caressing his cheek a little. Sungchan kissed you one more time before grabbing his member and lining it up with your entrance. Just the feeling of it there was enough to make you moan again.

He closed his eyes and began pushing it in slowly, inch by agonising inch. You could tell he was holding his breath and trying to think of anything else so that he wouldn’t cum before you. When he was fully inside you, he opened his eyes, looking into yours.

“I– I don’t think I’m gonna last long… You feel too good,” he whined, his brow furrowed in worry.

“It’s okay,” you cooed with condescension, “You just have to make me cum first.”

He let out another whine and you smirked. God, he was so fucking cute. You did a kegel on his cock and he practically sputtered.

“Please! Please don’t do that,” he said, looking pained.

“Kitty, you need to move. You’re not going to make me cum by just staying like that.”

He nodded as he began moving inside you slowly. He tucked into the crook of your neck as he did so, trying to block everything out in order to not cum.

“Mommy missed your cock so much, kitty,” you said lasciviously. You moaned in his ear. “How does mommy’s pussy feel?”

“It feels good…” he practically whispered.

You decided to have a little more fun. You grabbed his hand and moved it so that it was on your breast. You then put your hand on top of his hand and made him squeeze. “When you squeeze my tits, it makes me so fucking wet.”

He grunted a little in response. He was still moving so slowly inside of you.

“Look at me, kitty,” you said, and Sungchan obeyed, albeit hesitantly. He took his face out of the crook of your neck and looked down at you. You saw that he had tears in his eyes from trying to hold back cumming.

Something about this turned you on immensely, just how eager he was to please, to obey, to be a good boy for you. He whimpered and it made you gush.

“Faster, kitty. I need it faster.”

His expression still pained, he began to move faster. 

“It feels too good,” he said, tears falling from his eyes now. “Please… I’m gonna cum. Let me cum!”

“No,” you said firmly. “Not until you make me cum again.”

Sungchan let out a little sob, his nose turning pink in the process. He reached down and began rubbing your clit haphazardly as he fucked you, hoping against hope that he’d be able to make you orgasm soon. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back.

The sight of him teary eyed, so desperately trying to please you was enough to send more waves of pleasure through your body.

“You’re such a good kitty,” you murmured, “pathetically trying to please mommy.”

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” he let out another sob. “I can’t hold back anymore.” You could tell he was going to cum by the way he sped up his thrusts, squeezing your ass tightly with his hand and fucking you sloppily. 

His desperate thrusts brought you closer to your peak. Before either of you knew it, the two of you were cumming together, his sticky seed filling you up as you arched your back and clenched around his cock. It was the strongest orgasm you’d had yet, coming in multiple waves. He let out one last sob and collapsed on top of you, burying his head in your neck again.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I tried the best I could but I just couldn’t stop myself. Did I cum first?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you cooed comfortingly. You rubbed his back in circles the way he liked as he moved so that he was now laying down beside you. “You did so good. Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Am I gonna be punished?”

You giggled a little at the concern evident in his voice. “No. You did give me three orgasms. It’s okay that we tied on the last one. I kind of liked it, actually.”

“Yeah?” Sungchan said, looking elated.

“Mm-hmm,” you said, kissing him on the face. “Also, I just want to say sorry for being so neglectful lately. Between work and school and everything else, I think I began to take our relationship for granted.”

Your boyfriend smiled. “It’s okay, YN. I know how much you’ve got going on. I never wanted to pressure you or anything but I just really needed you today.”

“I didn’t feel pressured. And I wouldn’t want you so down bad that you cum your pants again.”

“Hey!” Sungchan exclaimed in slight embarrassment. He gave you a playful bite on your shoulder that made you squeal. “We’re not going to mention that!”

“Fine,” you giggled, pecking him on the lips. “Whatever my kitty wants, my kitty gets.”

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[cripplecharacters]

Hello! I hope you having a good day, I just had a question that I hope is ok.

Is there any condition that would make it difficult to walk long distances (sometimes using a wheel chair, sometimes crutches) but doesn't affect the hands/arms at all? I'm working on a concept for a character and was wondering about making him an ambulatory wheelchair user since it's not something I see often in stories, but he's also a musician mainly playing stringed instruments and I don't want that to become painful for him.

But I wasn't sure if that was something that could exist and I wouldn't want to write it that way if it's not

Hello lovely asker!

So here is a list of conditions that don't (or sometimes don't) affect the upper body and can be ambulatory conditions.

Conditions that physically effect the lower back/legs:

Lower extremity amputation

Congenital lower body differences - Foot, ankle, knee etc. (Club Foot, Miserable malalignment syndrome etc.)

Sacral Agenesis

Monoplegia

Leg injuries

Cartilage Damage/Injuries

Spina Bifida

Arthritis

Incomplete Paraplegia

Leg length difference

Ankylosing Spondylitis

Multiple Sclerosis

Hypermobility

Hereditary Spastic Paraplegia

Posterior tibial tendon dysfunction

Complex regional pain syndrome

Conversion disorder

Brain Based Disorders:

Epilepsy (drop epilepsy, myoclonic epilepsy etc)

Diplegic Cerebral Palsy

Narcolepsy (often with cataplexy)

Chiari malformation

FND

PANDAS

Tourettes/tic disorders

Autoimmune Encephalitis

Heart/Respiratory/other etc.:

Vertigo/POTS/other conditions that cause syncope/dizziness

Respiratory Conditions (COPD, etc)

Heart Conditions

Conditions that affect balance/increase fall risk

Post polio (and other diseases)

Psychosomatic Paralysis/Pain/other ailments

This is just a rough list of what we could all come up with, there are many others that have gone forgotten, but that's for you the writer to do more research on too. One thing is a few of these conditions can affect the hands or eventually progress to effecting the hands, arms, and/or even the upper or lower back.

Depending on what type of instrument they play will also factor in. Playing posture is different with every instrument, as well as the weight. And some instruments like the Viola Da gamba does require leg strength. If the character is classically trained also, it makes a difference in etiquette. I am (was technically) classically trained and if you have pain of any kind you're told it doesn't matter, you're told to play through the pain and keep going. To suffer for your art is still the prevalence in the classical world. Excruciating pain? Keep going. Cut open your finger on something? Keep going. It's not good, but it is the reality of it, unfortunately.

Also I will mention that don't be afraid to choose another condition that does affect the character's upper body. A lot of disabled musicians have a variety of conditions and simply exist and play music. But also even though the character might have a condition that mainly affects the legs, if pain is common with the condition you choose, this still will affect the character playing. Being in pain even if it's not in your arms or back can be very distracting and will throw you off.

And one last thing! Please don't write this character "Overcoming" their disability to play music. I would research disabled musicians (Itzhak Perlman is the first one that comes to mind for me) and even—if called for—adaptive technology for instruments or how people have adapted their instruments/music to them for more accessibility.

Alrighty! Happy writing! I hope this helps some!

~ Mod Virus 🌸 (and a very thank you to Mods Sasza, Rot, Bert, & Patch for helping me with the research on this)

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🌸🌧️ finally the finished comic for my uni project!! i’m so very proud of this :] thank u to everyone that took/spread my survey for this!! mwah mwah mwah!!! love evie and love every trans woman before its too late!!

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[ID: A digital comic featuring lyrics from the song fake violins by casio dad. The comic is in shades of white and purple, getting progressively more pink. The two characters are elves named evie and cosmo. evie is transfem, has medium-length curly hair, and has a freckles with some hair on her face. cosmo is a fat transmasc and has curly long hair with light streaks in it, as well as facial hair.

Panel 1: A nailpolish brush lifts out from a container reading “True Black Nail Polish,” the hand and rest of the person hidden.

Panel 2: Two hands pull on dark thigh-high socks, the rest of the person hidden.

Panel 3: A face looking into its reflection, only the lower half of the face.

Panel 4:  evie stands, wearing dark high-rise socks, a dark skirt, and a white t-shirt, and black nailpolish. She’s the person featured in the first few panels. She smiles, looking forward. A computer in the background has a search term for transfem, with the article “I Am A Transwoman. I Am In The Closet. I Am Not Coming Out.” visible. Lyrics in the background read “She never broke any windows A love like starving and waiting and fake violins Bowed their song through the air ducts fistfulls of anticonvulsants stuck in her throat.”

Panel 5: evie looks directly forward, at the viewer, looking upset. Lyrics in the background read “She gave her all that she could do picked up a hairpin and bent it to make a ring”

Panel 6: evie looks forward, in a dark sweater, while cosmo smiles at her from behind, wearing a dark t-shirt.

Panel 7: A white heart in a purple circle has the words “she her.” Lyrics in the background read “Gave her all that she had to She tried the door, it wouldn’t open”

Panel 8: cosmo, wearing a white t-shirt, stretches with his hands behind his back. evie wears a sweater and overalls, and looks nervous, sitting to the side.

Panel 9: cosmo sealing the ends of a ribbon with a lighter

Panel 10: Cosmo reaches out to evie, his hands with black nailpolish as well, and smiles softly.

Panel 11: Evie looks down, slightly surprised, noticing a tied up ribbon bow on her overalls that cosmo put there.

Panel 12: White lily of the valley flowers sit delicately in a bottle with the text reading “Estradiol Injection”.  Lyrics in the background reads “So let’s start again together I’ll run away forever You know I can’t help coming back to you Break all our friends who ever loved us and made life better” 

Panel 13: evie sits on a bed, smiling and looking at the viewer. she wears a bralette, a skirt, and light high-rise socks. Lyrics in the background read “Fuck them, they don’t have any clue!” end ID]

[anakeakayo]

Fucking a Virgin🌸

As you know, he has never done sex in his life. Well maybe Zenitsu has told him a few times, but he was disgusted. He had never touch himself, and only even cum accidentally in his sleep.

One day he was going back from his mission, and his cock was starting to get hard, it was uncomfortable so he tried to put in cold water, bath, ect. It didn't work, so he sits on his bed stroking his cock slowly as he start to moan. Suddenly you came in his room, and he start to cover himself with a blanket. "o- oh hey Y/N!" You look at him confused. "Are you sick, Tanjiro?" As you ask that, his face goes red. "n- no" He replied. You were suspicious of him so you ask "What are you hiding then?" You know he couldn't lie, so his face just get more red as he stay silent. "cmon Tanjiro, please tell me" "N- " Before he replied you move the blanket revealing his hard length, as you chuckled. "so your hard?" You said as he looks away. You pin him against the bed, before holding his chin gently to look back at you, as his eyes widen. "n- no, n- no, w- we shouldn't do thi-" He stutters as you cut him off by kissing his lips gently. "y- Y/N!" "yes?" You replied as you stroke his length. "W- we shouldn't do thi-" He was cut off by his own moan. "Shh... It's fine" You stroke his length even faster, and he swore he could see star. You gently rubbed his headcock, as he back suddenly rise and moan loudly. "Feel good?" You ask, as he moaned again. You gently lick his headcock making him whimper. When you start to suck his cock, his eyes rolled back as he felt his orgasms building up. "I- I think something i- is coming" You continue to suck on his cock, as he squirm under you, until he moaned out your name loudly, it turns out he was Cummings. "Feel good?" You ask as he nod weakly.

It turns out The other heard him, so they tease him for weeks 😂👍

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[fereldanwench]

🌸 CYBER HANAMI WEEK 2023 🌸 | @cyberhanami DAY 1: NEW BUDS // the first sight → full photo story under the cut for length

[qqtxt]

i was thinking… what if yeonjun or beomgyu x fashion student s/o who mainly uses(idk if this is the right word😭) him as their muse and makes all projects and stuff based on their bf,,?

ahhh this is so cute!!! the way i jumped at this bc it made me giggly :") i explored a little for both, so hopefully that's okay! >:D enjoy!

✿ pairing: beomgyu x reader, yeonjun x reader (both separate scenarios!) / non.idol!au / college!au / reader is a fashion major / fluff / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) / word count: 242 words (beomgyu's), 284 words (yeonjun's) ✿ in which your favourite person is your muse for your creations and he's a little more than "okay" with helping you out... [masterlist 🌸] / yeonjun's is below the cut!

[🐯] accurate depiction

beomgyu adores being by your side whenever you're in your creative zone of doing sketches for upcoming designs. by no means is he a fashion student but he admires it all the more considering it's you. he had offered his lap as your seat a while ago and he's quietly watching you sketch the designs. 

paper after paper, sketch after sketch, it's the current one that you're working on quirks a smile on beomgyu's face when he notices the hairstyle, the silhouette and features of this one looks oddly like someone he knows that he suggests–"the arm should be a little shorter than that,"

with a raised brow, you lift the pencil from the paper to look at beomgyu, "hm?"

"i mean if you want it to be more accurate. my arm's shorter than that."

beomgyu watches as his words sink into your brain; clicking in your mind that you know he knows you're probably going to ask him to model for this new set of designs. (as if you hadn't asked him for the previous sets before that)

"it's okay, as long as it'll fit me properly when it's made," he snickers, resting his chin on your shoulder. you look back down on your sketch and don't intend on changing anything but the decision to add a small scribble of slightly shorter arm length made beomgyu chuckle as he presses a kiss to your neck and resumes being a quiet watcher.

[🦊] got it

"what's it going to look like this time?" yeonjun asks, trying to look at you despite the fact you're trying to take his back measurements. 

"it's going to look like the wrong size if you don't stop moving." you quip back and he quietly follows suit to stay still so that you can take the numbers to his body figure properly. when you've got all the details you need from him, you go back to the table only to have yeonjun's arms slide around your waist to get a peek at–"c'mon! i'm the model! shouldn't i get to look at what it looks like?"

you intend to cover it up with your hands but... with the way he's pleading with his best puppy eyes and a jutted-out bottom lip, you sigh and move your hands from the sketch for him to get a look. initially, you were feeling a little antsy about the design but the way yeonjun's eyes light up and the gasp he lets out is more than enough to reassure you that–"it looks amazing! i can't believe i get to wear it!"

"you think it's cool?"

"cool?! i think it's fantastic!" he exclaims–excitement buzzing his veins–but after a couple of beats, he notices the small smile on your face that settles on your lips. it was uncertainty, the anxiety lingering in your veins. he focuses on you now, gently turning you around so he can get a good look at you.

"it's as amazing as you are. and you should feel confident and proud," his hands cup your cheeks, giving your head a light shake, "got it?" 

gingerly, your hands reach up to lap over his with a grin, "got it."

[queenbeeibee]

so who are jackson and jellybean?

🌸🐝 - [ Gonna be answering this one OOC! So, it's canon that the Sins have staff - or, at least, the ones we've seen do. Ozzie has a bevy of Imp servants, Mammon keeps Fizzbots to do his bidding. I felt like Bee would have a few Hellhounds and other Gluttony-born demons around who would help her clean up after her multitude of parties, drive her around (again, this girl CANNOT drive, so that was a must), and generally help with the day to day.

[ (Jackson Pierce) is Bee's driver. He is a 108-year-old Wolfbred Hellhound, but don't let his age fool you. This old man lives up to the Wolf part of his species, and while he's definitely greying around the muzzle, that hasn't stopped him from being in Beelzebub's employ. She's tried multiple times to convince him to retire, to slow down, to enjoy the life she feels he deserves after putting up with her for so long, but he will hear none of it. I based him off those kinda creepy butler figures in old Black-and-White movies, the ones who look CENTURIES old, but also have a weird sort of timelessness to them? He acts like them, too, talking very formally, being very judgmental of any sort of technology (Bee got him a Hellphone and it took her four hours to teach him how to use it, and he STILL only does so under intense duress), and weirdly having a strength you wouldn't expect to see in such an old man? (Guy lifted LUCIFER, and while Lulu is very thin and Muppet-y, that's still a bit of weight!) Bee adores him.

[ (Jellybean) on the other hand, was once a stuffed animal that Lucifer made for Beelzebub close to the start of Hell. I based them heavily off of Niquie from Viv's Die Young video in design, with a few changes of my own. They're sort of like Razzle and Dazzle, general "around the house" sort of assistance, though they'd much rather be sleeping than actually keep up with any of Bee's work. Jelly's just as much of a Party Animal as their Mistress, though, and enjoys dancing with the Queen of Gluttony. They also have a secondary demon form, which turns them into a four legged six-tailed fox, large enough for Bee (in her current height) to ride on. Bee occasionally uses them as a messenger during parties, to sniff out a specific someone if Bee has something she can't get away from. Any other time, though, Jelly is asleep on Bee's desk, waiting for the next party to start.

[ There are more demons on Bee's staff than just these two, obviously, but these two will be mentioned most often. One day I might even do a little thing where people can ask Jackson or Jellybean questions for a day, but that's a bit off in the future. Hope this answered you! ]

[dollya-robinprotector]

Sometime I look at my hand and think it just represents my life so well

See, I'm proud of my nail. They have beautiful shape and are very firm, and many girls said they're jealous with me. So I grew them out. I think my hand looks ugly without long nails. So I rarely cut them except when they get in my way of drawing. But they get chipped, broken a little sometime, and each time I would try to cut that damaged part off, but not the whole set to match the length... So now what I have is ten nails, each with different length and shape, and together they look so funny. They're not holding together. My life is not held together, at all. Pffttt what a nice comparison.

Anyway my nails are pretty right? At least if you look at them individually 🌸

[peachdues]

I Want You, I Need You (NSFW)

Requested for Sanemi x Y/N • Rengoku x Y/N • Giyuu x Y/N by @stuckinthewrongworld

Come get your food, you skanks.

CW: explicit sexual content for all three. Sanemi is princess slut in this. Rengoku is an angy boy (some mild hate-fucking). Giyuu is emotional. Condoms are non-existent, cre @ mpies all around. Exhibitionism in Sanemi’s (more like public sex), and hurt/comfort in Giyuu’s. MDNI. Read below the cut.

Reblogs, tags, and comments always appreciated! Love you all 🍑🌸🤍

Sanemi

Sanemi Shinazugawa hated quickies with a passion. He much preferred to have his girlfriend spread out over his chosen piece of furniture, completely at his mercy, where he was free to take as much time with her as he wanted, thank you very much.

But then his girlfriend had strode into his apartment wearing that fucking dress for his office’s charity gala, the satin one that clung to every dip and curve of her just fucking right, and Sanemi’s mouth had gone dry.

Even an hour after arriving, Sanemi is still struggling to conceal the hardness in his tuxedo pants that grows ever more demanding with every passing second.

It doesn’t help that half the men and women in his office keep eyeing Y/N like she was a goddamn meal and they haven’t eaten in days.

Y/N certainly hadn’t fucking helped his predicament when she’d slid past him to grab a drink from the bar, only for her ass to brush against his stiffening length. She’d frozen for a moment, surprised at just how tightly wound her boyfriend had been, but then the little succubus had ground the supple curve of her ass back against him once, and Sanemi nearly came in his pants.

One look at her devilish smirk had him closing his hand around her wrist and practically tugging her through the throng of his subordinates and co-workers gathered at the museum, to find somewhere — anywhere — private where he could give it right back to her.

Sanemi had found such a secluded corner in the back of coatcheck, and had wasted no time in pushing Y/N up against the farthest wall from the entrance and shoving the long skirt of her dress aside. He’d been pleased that the one she’d selected to wear that evening had a daring little slit that went nearly to her thigh — it’d made pulling that scrap of lace she called a thong to the side all the easier.

“D’you want me, baby?” He’d snarled in her ear as he shoved his fingers between her thighs to run them over her damp slit, pleased that she was just as turned on as he.

Y/N’s eyes were wide with lust, and she let out the sexiest fucking high-pitched mewl ever to grace Sanemi’s ears, nodding enthusiastically.

“Good,” he’d growled, fumbling with the opening of his tuxedo pants as he shoved them down just far enough to release his fully erect length, red and leaking in demand as he brought it against her slick, euphoric heat. “‘Cuz I fuckin’ need you.”

And that was how the couple found themselves in the back of the museum’s coat room, tucked behind the last rack of fancy coats and scarves, Y/N pressed against the wall and her thong pulled to the side while Sanemi thrust savagely up into her.

It was true, he hated quickies — but something about the thought of taking Y/N to a secluded corner and fucking her senseless while the threat of being caught loomed, made Sanemi’s cock even harder than it already was, plunging in and out of her satiny heat.

And given the lewd squelching of Y/N’s cunt as his cock drives in and out of her at record pace, it seemed his girlfriend would be inclined to agree with him; this was fucking hot.

“Your pussy is so fuckin’ perfect,” Sanemi grunts in her ear as he pushes her thigh back firmly against the wall they’re braced against. “And all wet for me.”

Y/N’s hands greedily roam the planes of his torso, concealed beneath his tuxedo shirt. She opens her mouth to respond when the motion-sensor hall light outside of the coat room clicks on, voices of museum patrons not too far away.

The voices draw nearer as Sanemi’s thrusts grow sloppier and Y/N clenches tighter around him. Her pretty lips fall open in a perfect “o” and Sanemi knows she’s about to start making those high-pitched, breathy moans she always makes just before she cums.

As much as it pains him, he frees his hand from its grip under her thigh and closes it over her mouth, stifling the sounds as they begin to bubble up her throat.

But that hand had been keeping her leg pinned to the wall, and Y/N is too fucked out of her mind to keep it up herself. Her foot comes to rest back on the floor, leg wobbling precariously in her strappy heels as she tries to hold herself upright.

Unfortunately for Sanemi, their new position now causes Y/N’s succulent cunt to clench him even tighter, and Sanemi knows he’s only a few pumps away from unloading into her warmth, and those damnable voices are still getting closer.

Of fucking course they chose to duck behind the rack that housed the coat this particular guest needed right fucking then.

Sanemi brings his lips to the back of the hand he has covering Y/N’s mouth, his teeth breaking his skin as he bites down in an effort to keep his groans in check. The sight, is apparently too overwhelming for Y/N, because suddenly the walls of her velvety cunt are spasming around him, and the only part of her eyes Sanemi can see are the whites as they roll back into her head with the force of her orgasm.

Her legs quiver beneath him and the vibration sends Sanemi hurtling over the edge, his eyes squeezing tight as his cock spurts within Y/N’s honeyed core.

“Ah, here we are, ticket 1915! For Mr. Ubayashiki!” The coat check attendant chirps.

Sanemi’s eyes fly open at the name. The coat rack he’d taken Y/N behind was not just any coat rack.

No. It was the rack for his fucking boss. And now, his boss and the poor attendant, who most certainly is not being paid enough for his services, are about to be exposed to Sanemi Shinazugawa’s bare ass while he’s in the middle of unloading inside his girlfriend.

In a last-ditch, desperate attempt to preserve what remains of his tattered dignity, Sanemi blindly grabs a handful of coats and shoved them forward, praying to whatever gods there might be that Mr. Ubyashiki’s is near the front.

Whether by dumb luck or divine intervention, the coat check attendant does not need to dig too far in the rack to find Mr. Ubayashiki’s coat. The footsteps pad away and both Sanemi and Y/N look to one another and exhale against his hand, relaxing in relief.

Sanemi waits until the coat check attendant flips the light of the room off before he dares to pull out.

“Shit, sorry,” Sanemi tries to brush a bead of his cum that accidentally drops onto the side of Y/N’s dress as his seed begins to trickle down her thighs. His softened cock still hanging out of his pants, Sanemi grabs a small handkerchief from his pocket and reaches between his girlfriend’s quivering legs to wipe away the excess, before fixing her thong. “You okay?”

Y/N nods, a delicate blush on her cheeks as Sanemi tucks himself back into his pants. Her hands flutter up to her hair, smoothing it down before she gasps, fingers flying to her lips.

“How’s my lipstick?” Y/N worries, grabbing his hand and forcing Sanemi to look closely at that sinful mouth of hers.

The outline of her lips still has traces of red that is slightly smudged, but the pillowy softness of her lips are her natural color.

In other words, Y/N looks as though she’d just been thoroughly kissed.

“Oh no,” Y/N’s eyes widen as mortification begins to settle over her.

But Sanemi came prepared.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, reaching into the pocket of his pants to withdraw the small black tube containing his girlfriend’s chosen lip color for the evening. He feels a smug sense of pride at the way her shoulders visibly relax, a relieved smile spreading across her lips.

Y/N moves to take her lipstick from his hand, but Sanemi pulls it back, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as Y/N furrows her eyebrows at him in question.

“Part your lips for me, darlin’,” he murmurs, and his pride multiplies at the way Y/N’s cheeks turn pink, her eyes darting from the hand clutching the tube and back to him.

Slowly, Y/N’s sensual lips part, and Sanemi uses his free hand to grip her gently — but possessively — under her chin to hold her still. Still holding the lipstick in his hand, he leans in and slants his mouth over hers, his tongue darting quickly between her relaxed lips to stroke her own. He feels himself begin to harden once more at the soft, surprised gasp that he swallows as his tongue licks the roof of her mouth before he pulls away once more.

Seamlessly, Sanemi pops the lid of her lipstick off with the same hand he holds it with, and brings the rouge to her mouth, gently patting the pigment against her still-parted lips as he’d seen her do countless times before.

Y/N’s eyes never leave his face, and though Sanemi is fixated entirely on her mouth, he knows that were he to look, he would see the same renewed heat for him in her gaze as he feels stirring in his blood.

Fuck, he loves her. He thinks he should marry her.

Finally, Sanemi steps back, satisfied with his job, closes the tube, and slips it back into his pocket.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” Sanemi shakes his head, hand reaching to take hers gently in his as he leads her back to the main floor of the museum. “Thank god you’re wearin’ white.”

Y/N squeezes the fingers interlaced with hers and Sanemi looks back to see that glint in her eye — the one that means trouble for him.

“When we get home — payback.” She promises, and Sanemi nearly hauls her ass out of the gala right then, knowing that “payback” meant Y/N would be tying his arms and legs to the posts of his bed and riding him ten ways to Sunday.

Just as the two cross the threshold back into the main gallery, Sanemi slips his hand against her ass and squeezes, roughly. “Bring it on, baby.” He taunts.

This time, it’s Y/N who turns on her heel, grabs his arm, and tugs him behind her, Sanemi smiling with abandon the whole way to the car.

Rengoku

“I don’t know what you want, Rengoku.” Y/N’s voice was hard, even as her eyes stung with the burn of unshed tears. “You’re a riddle I can’t figure out how to decipher, and I’m done trying.”

With that, Y/N turned away and made to leave his apartment for good. She was tired — so very tired of never being his priority; of him choosing anyone and anything but her. Whether it was his father, his brother, his job, his friends, or those boys he mentored, Y/N had grown tired of being relegated to the bottom of Rengoku’s list. He’d exhausted all of her resources, always stringing her along with lofty promises that he cared for her, that she was important to him, and yet she never found herself being used as anything but a last resort.

He wouldn’t even commit to dating her, for God’s sake. And so, she was done.

She’d just managed to wrench the front door open when a large hand shot past her head and slammed it shut once more. Y/N’s mouth opened in indignation, ready to curse the man at her back, but his other hand closed around her upper arm, whipping her back around before his mouth slams down over hers, angry and desperate.

She didn’t kiss him back at first, her thoughts too jumbled and her heart too angry, but Rengoku’s fire had always raged too hot, had always consumed everyone and everything that crossed his path. Y/N was no different; she’d burned for him from the start.

And so, Y/N finds herself giving in to his fervid lips and roaming hands, the anger they both felt charging the air around them, adding a further level of heat to their combustible romance.

“I want you,” Rengoku growls against her neck, as he makes quick work removing her sweater, and then her dress, the heat of his hands branding her bare skin, marking her as his. “I want you.”

Y/N only moans in response, any coherent thought left in her head dissolving as Rengoku’s teeth nip across her breasts, as he pushes her up against the door she’d tried to leave out of — tried to leave him.

Y/N’s hands are greedy as she unbuckles Rengoku’s belt and fumbles with the button of his trousers. She heaves a wanton sigh when her fingers slip past the fabric and connect with the thatch of coarse hair and heated steel within, his cock heavy and throbbing in her hand. Rengoku’s deep groan has her wetness dampening her underwear, and the two tear the last shreds of fabric from the other, frantic to feel.

“I want you.” He repeats, again and again.

Rengoku hauls her up against the door, and her legs wrap easily around his hips because this is a waltz they’ve danced so many times before. He does not bother to use his fingers to prepare her, far too enraptured in his own desire to wait to sheathe himself within her any longer.

“I want you,” his teeth nip at her bottom lip, demanding she open up to him, as his tip presses against her throbbing entrance. “And I fucking need you, Y/N.”

As his tongue slides into her waiting mouth, Rengoku buries his cock within her, and Y/N doesn’t care if she will always be his last resort, not if he’ll keep fucking her like this.

His hips ruthlessly snap in and out of her and fuck, she loves it, loves the way he knows how to fuck her just right so that she’s a whimpering, moaning mess. She loves him. He is pounding melody into her that only he knows, her spine digging into the hard surface of his front door which rattles in its setting. Vaguely, Y/N is aware that everyone on the street can probably hear the way she screams his name, can hear his animalistic snarls and grunts and moans as he whispers how fucking perfect she is and how good she feels clenching around him.

“Stay,” he beseeches her, in between the sharp, thrusts of his cock into her heat, so deep that she fears he will be able to imprint himself on her very soul. “Stay. With me.”

Y/N’s legs tighten around his hips as Rengoku’s hand shoves between their bodies to connect with her aching clit. It only takes him one, two circles and a gentle press of his thumb to have Y/N coming apart around him, giving herself fully into his relentless fire that she knows, deep in her heart, she will never escape.

“You’re mine,” Rengoku growls in her ear, her release coating his groin and making the sounds of his skin slapping against hers wetter, more obscene. “Say it.”

Y/N only cries out, her cunt a sloppy mess as the thrust of Rengoku’s hips into her grow more forceful as his release nears.

“Say it,” beneath his possessive snarl is the edge of desperation, as though he knows she already has one foot out the door that he now fucks her against.

“Y-yours,” she says feebly. “I’m yours, ah, Rengoku.”

Her oath is all Rengoku needs to unleash his seed within her, his hips giving one last mighty slam up before stilling, a loud, deep groan of her name reverberating in her ears as he presses his body flush against hers.

She wishes she could regret it, but she’s long-since resigned herself to the whim of her heart.

And so, Y/N stays.

Giyuu

Y/N finds that sleep evades her most nights.

At least, such is the case here, at the end of her life.

When she was eighteen, twenty-five had seemed so very far away; almost intangible. Not real, not attainable.

At the time, she’d not given it much thought. The Star Hashira had no ties, no bonds, that’d survived until the sun rose and they emerged victorious. So when that silvery, six-pointed star appeared right between her brow, she’d not mourned her fate. After all, it hadn’t even been certain they would win at all.

She’d lost consciousness before Tanjiro had temporarily become a Demon himself, and she woke up a month later with most of her friends dead. Of the Hashira who’s fought, only three survived — herself, and the Wind and Water Pillars.

She’d respected both of them, though she’d not been particularly close to either. But shared trauma can form bonds just as sure as any other experience, and so, she’d grown close with both men upon their respective reawakenings.

Sanemi’d grown to be a close older brother-figure, a steadfast and warm presence in her life, even if he still bore traces of that occasional hot-headedness. But his mark had claimed him three years prior, and with him, he’d taken half of her remaining heart.

The other half, however, belonged to the raven-haired man sleeping soundly beside her in their futon, beautiful and serene.

Though, it wouldn’t be fair to say that he’d come to possess the entire half of her heart — he now shared it with the sleeping toddler in the next room, the spitting image of her father, though she’d inherited Y/N’s eyes.

By some miracle, Giyuu’s mark hadn’t activated even during that final battle, meaning that he’d passed his 25th birthday with ease, welcoming their first — and now, only — child shortly after.

They hadn’t been close at the time Y/N’s mark appeared, nor had he’d noticed during that final battle, given how light and delicate that cursed star had been.

It was perhaps selfish of her to not tell him her fate, but then again, she hadn’t meant to fall in love with him.

Y/N rolled over in their blankets to face her sleeping husband. He lay on his back, head tilted towards her, with the most peaceful expression upon his lovey face. He was as bare as she, though she’d recently taken to wearing his haori after they’d finished their more physical activities, Y/N claiming that she’d desired nothing more than to be enveloped by his scent.

That’d been true — but moreso because she wanted to etch the smell of home into every cell within her. It was why she’d spent so many mornings with her nose buried in her daughter’s hair, as she held her close.

Perhaps the gods would be kind enough to allow her to take these treasured mementos with her to the afterlife, when death came to call in its debt.

How could they have imagined the price of their victory?

Y/N could feel the panic within her begin to bubble and churn, as the deadline on her life drew ever closer — now, a mere two months away. If she could not get the howl of her despair to quiet, she’d risk waking Giyuu and causing him to worry. He is already beginning to stir, his Hashira-trained instincts responding to her palpable restlessness.

But Y/N knows how to conceal her anguish. She lifts her hand to gently caress the side of her dearly beloved’s face, who grunted in response to her touch. Slowly, she let her hand trail downward, fingers tracing teasingly along elegant slope of his nose, to the sensual pout of his lips.

As she grazes his lower lips, Giyuu, barely conscious, presses gentle kisses against her fingertips, and Y/N nearly dissolves into tears.

Still, she lets her hand continue to trace along the well-traveled plains of his body. Her fingers brush against the edge of the blanket draped over his lower hips letting them linger teasingly.

“Y/N,” Giyuu’s voice is rough with sleep, but the corded muscles of his abdomen flex beneath her touch.

“I want you,” Y/N breathes as her hand slipped beneath the covers of their futon to grip his growing hardness. She leans over and brushes her lips against the hollow of his throat, and let her tongue trail teasingly down his sternum.

Giyuu’s response is a low growl, as he grabs her by the jaw, pulling her up to kiss her roughly, greedily, before flipping her onto her back and covering her with his body, alive and eager for her after a few gentle caresses.

Her legs part easily to accommodate Giyuu’s hips as they come to a rest against hers, his length brushing against her heated cunt so deliciously that neither can help moaning in unison.

As Giyuu aligns his tip with her entrance, Y/N brings her lips to his throat, teeth nipping at that sensitive spot just above his adam’s apple.

“I need you,” she whispers, and Giyuu slides home in a single, fluid motion, the tendons in his neck tightening in his restraint.

But Y/N does not want him to be restrained. She wants him to feel her love, so that maybe, just maybe, he won’t hate her when the time comes, in a matter of weeks, when she does not awaken beside him.

She hooks her leg around Giyuu’s backside and flips them, her hips dropping effortlessly down his length as she begins to ride him, her husband’s head falling back against his pillow in bliss. His hand comes to rest against her waist, steadying her, though he allows it to wander to her breasts or to squeeze at her ass every so often.

As she increases the pace of her hips, dropping and rolling and grinding against him, so too, does the frequency of the noises which fall from her beloved’s mouth. Y/N savors the breathy moans and whines and grunts that Giyuu makes as he begins to buck up into her, shamelessly chasing his own release.

She loves it when he’s as needy for her as she is for him.

Giyuu’s fingers find that bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and they swirl and press against her in a way that has her head falling back, his name a prayer on her lips. She wants him to come with her, so she braces her feet flat against their futon, bouncing herself up and down the length of his cock, shiny with her slick, because she knows he likes to watch himself disappear in, and out of her.

The walls of her core tighten around him, and Giyuu finds nirvana first, his head thrown back and a loud moan for her tearing from his throat. The sight leads to her own undoing, with Y/N free-falling off the precipice of her pleasure after him, her cunt seizing around him as though he was her lifeline.

Giyuu has a sleepy smile on his face as his hips roll lazily up into her, his hand coming to stroke the soft part of her belly as he muses that perhaps this time his seed will take again, and they can give their daughter a new sibling.

She doesn’t have the heart to tell him she’s been taking a tea that will prevent that from happening, ever since she’d passed her 24th birthday. It would seem too cruel to risk dying in childbirth, potentially taking their unborn child with her.

In truth, she was secretly glad to have had their precious daughter before Y/N was forced to leave him. Not only was the little girl the beautiful, physical manifestation of her parent’s love, but she would serve as her father’s anchor to life, here.

If that made Y/N selfish and wicked, then so be it. She’d never claimed to be good.

But damn, if she hadn’t hoped for more time.

As she collapses against her husband’s chest, spent and satisfied, as his hand comes up to delicately trace over her spine, she feels the familiar prickle of tears behind her eyelids. She buries her face deeper into her husband’s neck, hoping his scent will steady her as it so often does.

Giyuu murmurs against her forehead how much he loves her, how much he cherishes her and their family, and the tears begin to fall. She hopes she can pass off the droplets gathering on her cheeks as the product of pleasure or happiness, rather than that of the cold despair and bitter sorrow she feels as her end draws near.

But then again, they’d been running on borrowed time anyways.

I hope you enjoyed your weekly addition of slutty-angsty-pain with yours, truly.

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Quite random, but what length hair do you think laurent has? Fanartists seem conflicted between luscious locks and sensibly short. My heart wants it to be long but my brain says otherwise lol

Ooh, let's get into it!

Explicit mentions of Laurent's hair in the books where we can guess at the length (I haven't done all of them!):

In Captive Prince, Ch 3:

“Damen looked down into Laurent’s face, the fair skin a little heat-flushed, the yellow hair wet at the tips"

Damen poured water over his shoulders and back. This suggests that his hair is long enough to just perhaps brush his shoulders, or for the splash of water there to reach the ends.

Ch 8:

“No jewellery except for a fine gold circlet on his brow that was mostly hidden by the fall of his golden hair.”

His hair is long enough to hide his circlet, which makes me feel he has a middle part and the two sides fall across his face. Bangs? Layers?

Ch 10

“Damen’s eyes lifted to the white column of his throat, and above that the golden hair, parting around the shell cup of an unjewelled ear.”

Hmm. Ambiguous, as to length. Suggests it's cut above the neck/throat though.

Ch 11:

“His body language was calm and respectful; the fall of his golden hair hid his expression.”

Again, long enough or layered so as to fall about his face.

Prince's Gambit: Ch 2

“Laurent turned his back on Damen calmly and waited. The lacing of Laurent’s brocade outer garment began at his nape, and ran in a single line all the way down his back. It was ridiculous to . . . fear this. Damen stepped forward. In order to begin unlacing the garment, he had to lift his fingers and brush to one side the ends of the gilt hair, soft as fox fur. ”

Laurent's hair covers his nape/back of the neck here...

King's Rising: Ch 12

“Damen lifted his hand, slid his fingers into the short, soft hair at the back of Laurent’s neck, cupping his head.”

So definitely trimmed shorter at the back by KR? I'm beginning to think Laurent took the time to get regular haircuts lol. Actually, considering they trimmed Damen's hair before Laurent released him, there are barbers on hand.

Okay, putting this all together...

Here's what I think Laurent's hair potentially looks like!

So after a haircut I think a combo of these two on the left. The length of the left would fit the 'soft short hair' at the back of his neck referenced in KR. But the two on the right also give a good feel for the the way his hair can fall infront of his face I think.

And here's a few more on what it could look like when it's grown out a little more. i'm especially fond of the top left, as I think that's the right texture for Laurent's hair, and a bit closer to his hair colour, but combined with the structure/layers of the others.

I think this length would hold true to Damen having to sweep his hair away a little from his nape or back of his neck to access his high necked clothing, while retaining the sense of layers. So probably this is what it looks like while they are their way to the border and have weeks where Laurent may not have had time or cared to have had regular trims?

It could also look like this when it grows out. Which is dreamy! And hopefully a little luscious?

Bonus:

Researching pics, this is quite close to my vision of Auguste I think:

No idea why it's skewed left, but there we go.

That was fun, thanks for the ask! 🌸

Edit: And I just found some reference pics to 14th century hair and well...just had to include them.

'f' in the last photo feels a bit Laurent-y 😂 Definitely gives you the feel of Laurent's extravagant hat in 'The Adventure of Charls the Veretian Cloth Merchant' 😂

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oli and 🌸

🌸: draw a character with flowers that match their personality (did i pick good ones let's find out together)

hiii so do you remember in empires s2 when all of the empires all had to bring some artifact/item important to their empire to pix's museum? this is that except instead Pix goes on a road trip with the Historian’s Guild to gather all of them in person and Oli tags along per Gem's request and the real adventure was the queerplatonic relationship we made along the way. have some olipix <3

//

Oli wipes his hands on his pants. "We've got nothin' to do today, yeah?"

Pix nods, "everyone's spending the day in town, and once they're back we'll have to do a headcount and pack up so we can leave first thing tomorrow."

"Okay but like, we're not doing anything 'til they get back, yeah?"

"Er- yes? Oli, what do you have planned?"

//

They end up in a flower field just outside of camp- still accessible, for anyone who needs the leader of the guild, but tucked away behind two caravans in a way that makes it feel as though they're alone.

Oli circles around one caravan with a fist full of flowers and a cream patchwork picnic blanket draped over one arm. Pix scoops up the two books Oli allowed him to bring, and helps spread out the blanket.

"I picked some daisies for you," Oli says as they settle- Pix stacking his books, and Oli spreading out rows of tiny blossoms, "I hope that's alright."

"That's fine."

Pix watches him sort them- length, number of petals, general shape- he smiles to himself and picks up a book and quill.

Oli looks up, "Oi, what are you doing, fella?"

"Sorting out assignments," he scratches jobs beside names, wishing he'd brought a pencil instead when ink drips onto his fingers. "Everyone will need a job when they get back to camp."

"What? No no," Oli reaches for his quill- Pix tilts the book out of his reach, looking up to see Oli's frown. "You're meant to be relaxing. Put that away, sir!"

Pix releases his quill. Oli snatches it by the feather and sets it aside, the black ink leaving stains on the blanket.

"I'll need to do it later," Pix says as Oli takes his book. He blows on the open page to dry the ink a bit faster, then closes it and sets that aside as well, placing the quill on top.

"Yes, later." Oli brushes loose petals off his pants and smiles at him, "now go find some flowers for me! I want an elegant crown, Pixlriffs. Utterly stunning in every way, and I will settle for nothing less than perfection."

Pix chuckles, getting to his feet. His other book sits on the blanket- Oli snatches that too and starts stacking daisies on it. So much for reading on the way. Oli waves him off.

"Go! Flowers don't pick themselves, Pix."

"I'm going, I'm going," he steps carefully off the blanket, already scanning the treeline for patches of flowers. He spots some in the nearby field and starts that way. Azure bluets maybe? Or some poppies?

"Oh, Pix?"

"Hm?"

"Will you get my ribbon box, please, when you come back? I left it in our room."

//

Pixl returns to the blanket with an armful of sunflowers, cornflowers, and a box of decorative ribbons. Oli's tugging the box out of his hand before he's even settled on the blanket, and he scrambles to keep a hold on all the flowers he's gathered.

"Thank you for this," Oli says. He isn't looking at him when he says it, already digging through the bright colored ribbons, pulling out orange, gold, red, pink, setting them all aside. There's a half finished daisy chain laid out over one of his thighs, and a small pile of discarded daisies next to the quill.

"You're welcome," Pix answers, setting out his flowers between them on the blanket. He sorts them simpler than Oli did, sunflowers here, cornflowers there, and soon Oli is putting ribbons in his hands-

"I'd like these ones."

Blue and white, with light lacy trim on the sides. Barely noticeable, but a nice, subtle touch.

"Pretty please," Oli says.

Pix smiles, "I'll do my best."

//

Their meandering conversation cuts off as Oli lifts himself onto his knees and shuffles across the blanket.

He holds out his daisy chain crown, "hold still."

Pix pauses his weaving and bows his head just so, making it easier for Oli to reach. A light weight settles, then pulls away. Oli fluffs up his hair a bit, then the light weight is back, and he's shuffling back.

"There we are!" Oli beams, bright as the sun, as pride and fondness overwhelm his tone. "Beautiful."

Pix laughs, "thank you."

"Anytime." Oli looks down at the mess he's made of the flowers. Pix resumes his weaving as he makes two piles of the flowers- sunflowers here, cornflowers there, this time at the edge of the blanket. Still within reach, but clear enough now for Oli to fully lay down with his head in Pixl's lap.

"Is this alright?" he asks.

Pix brushes his nose with a cornflower as if it's a paintbrush, chuckling at the side eye he gives before swatting the flower away.

"You're fine," Pix tells him.

"Good. I'm going to nap."

Pix picks up another sunflower and starts fitting it onto the crown. "Goodnight."

He wraps the ribbon and other stems around to keep it in place. Oli's eyes are closed. He's frowning. He opens one eye to glare up at Pix.

"What, no sweet wishes? No goodnight kiss?"

Pix pulls off a loose petal and places it in the center of Oli's forehead.

"I'm working on your crown, Oli," he brushes the petal off, runs his fingers through Oli's hair. "Nothing less than perfection, remember?"

Oli pouts, closing his eyes again. "Fine."

Pix chuckles, "sweet dreams."

"Thank you."

//

Oli doesn't end up napping.

He doesn't exactly talk, either- at least not with his usual gusto. He's calm, quiet, handing Pixl whatever flowers he can't reach and complimenting the daisy crown, and correcting any little mistakes Pixl's made with his crown. Guild members come and go, some joining in conversations, others requesting help- when Oli isn't needed he turns to hide his face until Pix can talk to him again. They dance between topics that are easy to pick up and drop off as needed- favorite pattern of horse, how to decorate the caravan, what they'll do with the dragon when it hatches.

Pix requests a final cornflower. Oli passes it over.

"Do you really like me?" Oli asks, soft as petals.

Pix ties off the last ribbon and meets his eye with a smile. "I do."

Oli smiles, blinking sleepily. Pix lifts the crown.

"You ready for your crown?"

Oli brightens. Slowly pushes himself up and turns around so that he's facing Pix- Pix turns the crown around so that the ribbons will trail down his back. Oli bows his head. Pix fluffs up his hair and gently places it atop his head- adjusting until it fits nicely.

When Oli looks up, he's got a crown of sunflowers and cornflowers, with white and blue ribbons peeking through the gaps. The sun and the sky, the brightest days captured in his smile.

Pix reaches out, pulling the ribbons off of Oli's shoulders so that they hang freely down his back. Oli watches the movement, catches Pix's hand as he pulls away.

"Thank you for this," Oli says, holding Pix's hand in both of his. He traces lines between his freckles, as if they're constellations. "I know work is important, but rest is important too, and I thought a break would be nice."

Pix cups Oli's cheek in his hand, gently cutting him off. He kisses his forehead and tucks him into a hug.

"Thank you for this," Pix answers, carefully running a hand up and down his back. Oli holds on tight. "This was nice."

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Heyo I don't know if this is a good place to ask, but. Our partner system has recently had alters born within their system (natalgenic) and we've been struggling to find anything about how other systems raise literal brain babies.

We've both been finding out as much as we can about childcare, but with the kids being born in-sys, there's just. Quite a few things that are different (like ya know, the whole different people controlling the body thing).

If anyone has any resources or advice of any kind, it would be greatly appreciated!!

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This is a tough one, but according to the internet, here's some things I'd recommend. Under a cut for length reasons. Also, the advice about trauma is easy to skip if it doesn't apply to you. I'm not trying to assume anyone's origins, just covering all the variables haha.

Keep in mind that baby headmates can have severe trauma and trauma responses like any other system member. Trauma can happen at any age, any time. Also, what's traumatic to a baby is a much lower threshold than adults for obvious reasons. The body keeps score even if you don't remember the event.

Babies often have basic feelings such as happy, sadness, scared, etc., and they're commonly without speech. (They may or may not understand language on a conception level, but unable to express themselves through it for whatever reason).

You might need help taking care of them properly. I'd strongly suggest supervision during fronting, either internally (co-front) or externally (someone in the outerworld watching them).

I'm not one to promote forcing people to stay away from front since it's really shitty to do that in most cases, but if they genuinely have no way of guaranteeing the system's safety (due to the inherent vulnerability of an infant), it might be best.

If you CAN let them front though, try to set up the area around you in advance. Sensory items, blankets, a pillow fort, toys, somewhere to read or listen to music, maybe even some kid's TV, things like that.

Like you already mentioned, parenting books might be helpful. I'd personally go for things geared around newborns, or whatever age the headmate is.

Babies form for tons of reasons; innerworld pregnancy, being traumalocked, needing to have basic needs met more often, brain just decided "idk man why not", etc. It's in no way required to know (and certainly not worth stressing about), but if you happen to be able to figure out why they formed, you could change your approach to suit whatever helps them grow and heal.

Speaking of growth! They might not be babies forever. I unfortunately do not have a crystal ball, but some alters can age later on. The kids in your system might just be that type of brainmate y'know? So be prepared just in case.

Wow, this is entirely too long, but I've spent too much time on it so it's getting posted anyways 💀 Sorry for all the information, I hope I didn't overload you! Godspeed 🙏🏻

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