#I found out recently I have enough stuff to closet cosplay him and did that a while back and the fit slays honestly

[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Dimension Jumping Pt. 5

Comforting a grieving hobbit and time get everyone ready to go out!

Via the genius idea from katzrfsoa / Kat88

There's been mention of the reader not wanting to take the groups out, for fear of the public's reaction... so what about a cosplay convention? it would give the Reader the perfect excuse to allow them out, and they would wear their original clothes 

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This morning has been uneventful for the most part.

Breakfast passed by without issue and now everyone is off doing their own things.

You looked outside and took a peek in the guest room, but you still can't find him.

Sam, Merry, and Pippin are playing a board game you showed them; Legolas is doing his meditation sleep thing; Boromir and Aragorn are discussing something; and Gimli is stacking bread on Legolas' leg to see how long it takes until he notices.

Frodo, however, is missing at the moment.

Right as you were considering telling the others of his disappearance, however, you heard some shuffling from your hall closet.

You open the door carefully and take peer inside, not wanting to startle the small hobbit, and at first you don't see him.

There's more shuffling and you hear a quiet sniff, followed by soft sobs, and you then realize he's hiding behind the shelf.

The door makes a soft clicking sound when you close it, and right away the quiet cries cease. You didn't want to alert him with the door, you wanted to do it yourself, but it's too late now, so you just go with it.

"Frodo?" You call in a gentle voice, staying by the door incase he wants you to go.

"Y-Yes?' He calls back, not moving from his spot.

His voice is thick with emotion, and the sadness in his tone makes your heart ache painfully. And when you walk closer and see him huddled up behind the shelf, your heart breaks a little for him.

He hastily rids his cheeks of any evidence of his sorrows, though the puffiness around his eyes and constant sniffles don't much help his cause, and looks at you with a false smile.

"Frodo, why are you crying?" You ask with furrowed eyebrows, kneeling down in front of him so you may look at him at eye level (mostly).

"It's nothing." He tells you quickly, looking away from your compassionate face with the same sad frown on his lips.

When you don't move to get up or leave, his gaze slides back over to you and he realizes that you're not going to leave unless he straight up tells you to go away. This makes him sigh, but truthfully, he doesn't want you to go away. Not really. For having company in a time of sorrow always mends suffering.

"I... did not have a proper time to mourn Gandalf. I've been so caught up in the oddity that is this place that I almost forgot my sorrows altogether, but then this morning is all... came rushing back." He explains with a surprisingly even voice.

While he speaks you cross your legs and listen along intently, your hands folded neatly in your lap. When he finishes, you reach forward and place your hand atop his with a gentle touch, "I didn't know him, but I can tell he was very dear to you. Honestly, I can't offer much advice, but I can tell you that keeping it all bottled up inside is not a good idea."

He looks at you with that sad face when you speak, and it prompts you to continue, "Also, I know everyone else can be pretty overwhelming or they just don't understand, and I want you to know that I'm always here to listen if you're feeling down, okay?"

Your words draw a small smile from the grieving hobbit and it elicits a similar grin from you.

"Thank you, Y/N. I... actually do feel a little better."

"I'm glad."

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After your discussion with Frodo you rejoin everyone back out in the main room and let him recollect himself, going right onto your laptop to get some work done.

You're idly scrolling through a scholarly article you need to research when you see it.

An advertisement for some sort of comic book, cosplay, convention... thing in the area (no wonder you've been seeing so many oddly dressed people recently).

At first you almost scroll past it, but then you get hit with the brick of knowledge and a lightbulb goes off in your head.

"Yes!" You scream, successfully scaring everyone in the room and Penny who is sitting with you for once. "Ohh, my god. This is freaking perfect!" You exclaim, clicking on the link to get some more information.

Your eyes practically soak up everything on the information page, and, once you've skimmed through all of it, you look up with a bright smile on your face.

Literally all of them are looking at you like you've grown two heads, but you only clap your hands together a few times. "Guys, I just had a huge brain moment!"

The joke goes over their heads as per usual, but you don't let that deter you.

"Huge brain moment?" Pippin asks in confusion, looking at his cousin like he thinks he heard it wrong or something.

"Yes! I've figured out a way to take everyone out!"

That certainly gets their attention.

"You have?" Sam asks exuberantly, dropping his game piece so he can turn towards you and pay perfect attention.

"I have, yes," you start, continuing once you're 100% sure they're all paying attention, "So here's the thing, I knew that I could take out you tall boi's without issue besides having to find a hat for Legolas here, and I could explain that Gimli here has dwarfism," you pause at that and realize it may be offensive to him, but you continue once more, "but I also knew that there's no way I can explain away the hobbits, and then I found this gem."

You turn the computer so it faces all of them, but they only look more confused.

"There's a convention thing in town for the next week, and it's the perfect opportunity for me to bring everyone out! We just have to dress up the hobbits a bit and pretend that they're children."

At your explanation you receive multiple pleased smiles, and it serves to make you feel even better about your idea. "And you can all wear your normal clothes, too. And if someone asks who you are... I'll figure out a game or something you guys can use as an alias."

"Are you sure that will work?" Aragorn asks with furrowed eyebrows, sitting up from his spot in your arm chair.

"Um, like, maybe 98%." You confirm with a shrug, "It's better than 88% though."

He doesn't seem like he disagrees with you, so you look back at your laptop again and start to look for ideas to make them more believable as humans.

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3 hours of research later, and you've successfully compiled a completely fool proof plan to smuggle this merry band of bizarre boys out of your house.

What you've decided is that you'll put some makeup over Legolas' pointy ears to make them look more fake since the concept of elves is not lost in this world. Boromir and Aragorn can go as themselves, and you'll put some makeup on the hobbits much like you will Legolas (they'll be children elves since there are no hobbits in your world) and tell everyone who asks how they look so good that you're a professional makeup artist.

Gimli, fortunately for you, was the easiest to come up with something for next to the other two humans of this group. You can just tell people he has dwarfism and that's why he chose to go as a dwarf character.

Everything is in order except for what you're going to do, though you suppose you should match their theme and be some sort of renaissance, maiden, lady, thing. You'll figure it out, though you do need to make sure it's convincing like theirs.

You decided to, instead of putting it off, go ahead and start working on finding a costume to match theirs.

A couple of searches later and you come across a really pretty dress that looks to fit their style, and when you show it to them they give you the thumbs up, so you order it with express shipping so it should arrive tomorrow.

It's a lovely flowy medieval dress *just look up flowy medieval dress and go to images, there are some good examples there*, and you feel excited just looking at it. Of course, there's no guarantee that it'll be the best quality, but it's got great reviews and you certainly paid a hefty sum for it.

After that's done with you head to your bathroom to see what makeup you've got, and you find that you don't really have any theatrical/special effects makeup. You're going to need skin colored wax makeup, powders, and contour stuff.

You're no makeup artist, obviously, but luckily for you, your goal is to make them look less realistic, so it should be easy enough.

It's surprisingly easy to figure out what you need to make them as convincing as possible, and pretty soon you've got a nice little list going on that outlines each thing you need.

Since you don't want to delay anymore, you head out of your bathroom and grab your bag while putting on your shoes, "Legolas, I'm leaving now if you wanna come with." You suggest since he stated his desire to join you in the one of the last chapters (:o).

When you call his name he looks over at you quickly, smiling a bit at your offer, "Yes, but you said I need a hat."

"Oh yeah! I have one, just gimme a sec." You tell him, walking over to a drawer.

When you open said drawer, you find a grey beanie with ease and toss it over to him, "Here ya go. Make sure it covers your ears... and uh, tuck your hair up into it too if you don't mind."

He does as you say with ease and, surprisingly, he looks just as good with shorter hair as he does longer hair.

It sticks kinda awkwardly at first, so you waltz on over and gesture for him to crouch down so you don't have to reach up.

Once again he does as you request and leans down so you may fix it.

You adjust it a bit to make sure it won't fall first, and then you smooth it back a bit so it'll also look stylish. And once you're done you take a step back and smile at him brightly.

"All done! Let's go!"

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He seemed rather fascinated in the way your car works first and foremost, but once you got him to look out his window instead of watching you, his excitement quickly turned into awe.

When you both get to the ULTA store he follows you without hesitation and asks some hushed questions about things he sees, like the light up signs, other passing cars, stoplights, and some other things.

You, of course, answer each question happily and lead him inside, holding the door open for him while he enters and looks around the brightly lit up makeup store.

Right away you head towards the general direction of the nose and scar wax (it's multi purpose, don't judge me), forgetting to make sure that Legolas follows you.

When it does occur to you, however, that the blond elf didn't come after you, you panic.

You turn in a circle and only stop when you see him standing with some ladies who practically have hearts in their eyes.

Unconsciously you breathe a sigh of relief and head over with the wax in your little basket, immediately reaching up to wrap your arm around his, "I got the first thing on my list, come on."

The girls stop their giggles and flirting as soon as you show up and look genuinely surprised.

You give them a smile and nod in acknowledgement, not wanting to make them feel bad over something so silly before turning with your arm still around his own and walking him over to look at some contour stuff and other things.

They make some snide comments when you turn your back about you being a 'clingy girlfriend' and 'not pretty enough to be with a model like that', but you only ignore it and relish in the fact that you didn't make them feel bad over something as silly as a cute guy in a makeup store.

"Why are those women talking about you like that?" He asks in a whisper, leaning down so only you will hear his question.

You look up at him with a bit or surprise since you didn't expect him to pick up on that, before you smile, "They're attracted to you, and they think that I was being selfish with taking you away from their advances."

"Selfish? Advances?" He looks confused, but you only smile and turn back to the display case.

"Don't worry your pretty little head over it, Leggy my boy."

"Leggy?" He asks slowly, looking at you in confusion.

"Leggy." You confirm with a nod with a distracted hum.

It isn't much later that you have everything you need, and so you go to the checkout and buy everything.

"Going to the convention?" The girl at the counter asks with a smile.

You smile back and nod your head, glancing up at Legolas before looking back at her, "That obvious?"

"No of course not, just the items in your basket always fly off the shelves around convention time." She replies with a giggle, ringing up all your items.

"Well, that's fair." You muse, putting your card into the reader to pay for it.

Once everything is in order she hands you your receipt and adds, "Maybe I'll see you there."

"Maybe!" You chirp back happily, liking the nice conversation going on here.

"You and your boyfriend have a good day now!"

You elect to ignore that.

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On the way home you pretend to not notice the black car following yours and make small talk with the elf, answering some more of his questions and speaking idly on different things.

"There are so many odd, interesting things here..." He comments after a while, glancing out the back window. "Are you aware that, that car has been following us for the past 10 minutes?"

You nod and hum as an answer, "Mmhm, it's just Brian. He's probably trying to figure out who you are."

The blond knits his eyebrows together and glances back to look at the car again, "Should I do something about it?"

"The only thing you can do is ignore it. He went from lowercase 's' stalker to uppercase 's' since you guys arrived, and it'll only get worse if you intervene." You mumble, trying not to look in the rearview mirror at him. "It's fine."

"You don't seem to think it's fine." He challenges in the same even tone, turning in his seat towards you.

Instead of answering his question you look at him while you stop at a light and grumble, "I told you to put your seatbelt on."

"It's uncomfortable."

"I don't care."

"I will be fine."

"Not if we get into a crash, you won't."

The two of you stare each other down before he slowly reaches up and buckles his belt, never breaking eye-contact.

"Good boy." You coo in a way-too sweet voice.

"Anyways, I know we said as much before, but you needn't worry about that man while we're here." He continues despite your obvious subject change.

"I know." Your reply is softer and less defensive this time, for you really do appreciate it, "Thank you."

He looks surprised at your sudden gratitude, and his expression shows as much "For what?"

"For being you. For looking out for me. All of you."

This time he smiles and says no more.

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When you both get back to your house you immediately put everything in your bathroom and get onto your laptop to view some techniques on theatrical and movie makeup, Pippin and Merry on either side of you while they view through the pictures and videos with you.

"That one looks interesting." Merry pipes up suddenly, pointing at a person to wolf makeup transformation.

"Yep, and way past anything I can do."

This pattern of going through pictures and viewing clips goes on for a little while until they two hobbits depart to have lunch, meanwhile you continue on so that tomorrow will be a success.

You're both excited and nervous at the same time, wanting to see how it'll all turn out but also dreading it incase something goes wrong.

You know the most important thing is to have a positive mindset about it, but it's kinda hard sometimes during your more anxious moments.

Also, there's the issue of Brian possibly following all of you...

Nah, that'll be a problem to think on for tomorrow.

"What time will we leave tomorrow?" Aragorn asks from his usual spot on the rocking chair, Penny still nestled in his lap as per usual.

"Around the morning. I bought the tickets already so we won't have to stand in line for too long... Hopefully."

"Thank you for working so hard so that we may see more of your world." He comments suddenly, stroking his hand down her fluffy back.

You tilt your head to the side and smile a bit, "You don't have to thank me."

"No, I do. You have seen to our every need and we no doubt pose to be a huge burden. Thank you, really."

His words make you flush slightly, and you look away shyly.

You've grown to care about all of them, so of course you would do anything to keep them comfortable at this point. More than anything you're just glad they see how much you're trying to make things easy on them. It feels nice being recognized for your efforts.

Plus, the added protection from Brian is pretty sweet.

"Anything for you guys."

[buck-nialled]

Confidential - P. Parker Imagine

NOTE: hey everybody...so...this is new. I have not written anything about tom holland nor peter parker until now but this concept came to mind today and I just had to get it out on paper--or, in this case, tumblr. this was actually supposed to be a surprise for when i reach 1k followers (which has already happened btw, big thank you to everybody for that) but im trying to complete all of the requests left in my inbox before i continue on with the celebration!!! I’m not sure if a lot of my followers are fans of tom holland and I dont’t know much about him outside of the Marvel movies he has starred in, therefore, i will only be writing for Peter Parker as of now. anwyas, let me know if you’d like to see more of these and maybe i’ll write some :) thanks!

You give the wooden door three solid knocks before beginning to rethink your entire walk over to Peter’s complex. It was not the fact that you were wearing a white top and are nearly drenched all over from the downpour occurring outside, but the thought of inconveniencing Peter or his aunt was something you always tried being conscious of. Especially when you and the boy took your friendship to a new level of intimacy was where you let him initiate each date or meeting. He made it clear from the start that the internship lined up for him by Tony Stark was a top priority of his, and that his schedule would always be fluctuating due to his constant reliability in the program. One of Peter’s larger qualms, in the beginning, was that there would never be enough time for the two of you to spend together and would result in a hideous split. Still, he finds himself astonished after each raincheck or “maybe later” in a less than affirming tone that you are still supportive of his decisions.

But the way Peter evoked his undying love for Tony Stark’s excellence and his loyalty to his internship made the situation appear much worse than it was. You were always more attentive to Peter now, considering what a large sum of your heart he had taken, and realized he was not MIA as often as you would have expected. Which is not to sound like a complaint, just simple curiosity. Your racing thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open in front of you, revealing Peter’s aunt.

“Hello, Mrs. Parker.” You unhook one of your arms from the other remaining over your chest and offer a small wave.

“Honey,” She sighs, “I’ve told you a million times to call me May.” It was a playful whine, but still, one that rang in your head as a reminder.

“Right. Sorry, May.” You correct yourself, lacing your arms back together over your damp torso. This movement caught the woman’s eyes immediately as they finally drank in your soaked frame and dripping hair.

“Oh, Y/N! You must be freezing. Let me go get a towel.” Mrs. Parker declares, swinging the door wider for you to enter. The air conditioning nearly brought you to the floor with its hard bite, and you felt goosebumps rise on every inch of your skin. You managed to squeak out through chattering teeth that it was not necessary.

“I was wondering if Peter was here. I left my jacket the other day and was wondering if he might have put it somewhere.” May hummed, eyes flicking back and forth in thought through the round-lens glasses.

“I think he went over to Ned’s today,” she wandered into the petite kitchen nearby and the rattling of a fridge door caught your ears, “something about building a Lego death ship…” She murmurs, eliciting a chuckle from you. The conversation you witnessed the two boys sharing comes to mind, and while it sounded enticing in the way Ned’s voice grew higher in his explanation, all you could find yourself focusing on was Peter’s bulging eyes and giddy smile.

“You’re welcome to go check for yourself if you want.” May offers her voice echoing about the apartment walls. A protest almost fell off your lips but was halted by another cool breeze of air conditioning rattling your body and cueing your lip to tremble.

“Thanks,” is all you can manage to murmur out before pacing towards Peter’s bedroom. Stepping into the quiet room should not have made you as nervous as it did. It was not even your first time witnessing the semi-neat vicinity. What was unfamiliar, was the lack of your boyfriend’s presence with you in the room.  Nevertheless, your desperation shuffled you about the floor to scope any item which could somewhat resemble your forgotten jacket. Unfortunately for you, Peter’s room was not in the tidiest shape it could be, which resulted in you snooping for quite some time. When finally coming up fruitless, the air around you remained nippy and relentless and finally, led you to Peter’s wardrobe.

Snagging one of his jackets for a day or two would not be the worst thing in the world, you justified. In fact, anything he owned that would keep you fairly dry for an extra couple of blocks would double in their efforts of keeping you warmer, unlike your jacket. Amidst dragging different graphic tee shirts and sweaters on their hangers, you pause and marveled an odd piece of fabric. It was a mismatched blue and red sweatsuit with a hood that could not have been sewn more horrendously. You pinched it in between your fingers and raised your brows at how soft it was. Removing it from the closet for further inspection, you cringed at the poorly illustrated spider drawn in black marker on the chest, before realization dawned on you.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

After spinning on your feet, you freeze at the sight of Peter in his bedroom doorway. Clutching the fabric tighter in your grip, you struggle to find words for a few seconds.

“I-I uh…found this?” And when you finally did say something, all you could give after was a string of chuckles. “So…big Spider-Man fan, huh?” He gulps and reaches a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck, eyeing the poorly constructed suit with fearful eyes.

“That-that…w-w-where did you find that?” He lifts a finger slightly, eyes never moving from the cloth secured in your hand. You ignored his question and took a few steps closer to him with an assured smile.

“Peter it’s okay. I think it’s kinda cute that you have a little suit of your own.”

“Huh? No, Y/N, you don’t understand—”

“I mean, you could have made the fabric a bit more breathable, but other than that—”

“Y/N, it’s not like that—” He was having a difficult time battling the consequences out inside of his head. Would it be worth telling you? Should he just nod along and let you make silly assumptions as you please? Before he could try to give any logical—and less humiliating—the reasoning for the costume, a gasp leaves you.

“This is that cosplay stuff you and Ned were talking about one day!”

“What? No, I don’t even—”

“Peter, it’s fine! I mean, I dressed up as Black Widow for Halloween one year. Granted, I was eleven but—”

“There’s something you should know about m—” he keeps trying, but this finding just has you rattling off sentences you weren’t even sure were true. All Peter could do was sit back and observe your facial expressions, which, by this point, were not too revolted, or pale.

“You know, it’s weird. I’ve never heard you mention Spider-Man before…I mean, I guess it makes sense, though. With the whole Tony Stark thing, you must meet people like him all the time.” Seating yourself on his mattress, Peter observed your longing expression. All you were was curious, and who could blame you? This internship was something that never left Peter’s mind (with exception to when you cross it). He knows you would never ask for intel after making it clear multiple times that sharing about his adventures with Tony Stark was forbidden. “So, have you met him?”

“Spider-Man?” You nod. “Yeah, we’ve met a couple of times?” Peter shrugs. He hears a sharp intake in your breath, and you scoot further on the edge of the mattress.

“Really? What was it like?” Peter’s lips quirk down, and his eyes begin flicking around the room for something to inspire his next fibs. But he is drawn back to your disappointed figure when you clear your throat.

“That’s okay. I get you can’t say anything…” you mutter, not daring to meet his gaze and rather, fiddle with the strings of the top to the suit. “Sorry if I got too snoopy.”

“I mean, it isn’t all totally confidential…there are a few stories I can share.” Your head snaps up immediately, and he can see the excitement floating in your eyes. He almost told you right there, just to keep the look on your face a continuous sight.

“Really?” He nods with a soft smile coming to graze his lips. You mimic the curve of his lips, before sparing a glance down to your body, still very much in need of warmth.

“Hey, Peter…” he blinks, “do you think I could try on your suit?” The ask leaves you both with sheepish grins and your boyfriend nodding furiously.

“Absolutely. And then I’ll tell you anything I can after.” Eventually, there would be no second-guessing or double-checking. There will come a day where Peter will tell you the truth about himself, the suit you were currently shimmying into behind his bathroom door, and the one just recently gifted to him by Tony Stark himself that he was smart enough to keep hidden elsewhere. However, he was going to take baby steps to appease you and your curiosities about him, becaise he at least owes you that much. And judging by how long you have stuck by him, he knew, for now, it would be enough.

[gilbirda]

Human courting is confusing. Chapter 7

Is this real? Is this magic? No! Is me trying to write some neuyako content as soon as I can.

Kudos for the one that catches the old school anime reference.

[FF.net][Ao3]

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Day 7: Cosplaying

As they ascended the steep mountain, the detective wondered how she could have agreed to this. She looked down at her feet to the pretty uncomfortable wooden sandals that were not made for this kind of exercise. She understands the outfit change, but she could have wore her own shoes!

Yako sighed. At least the miko garbs the kind people lent her were kinda cool and nice for the hot weather, she tried to look at it on the bright side. When last night she discovered that Neuro had switched the content of her bags to his own stuff, she thought she was going to die. The detective had to find the innkeeper still soaked and wearing only the demon’s coat and ask for clothes to at least sleep on. The old lady seemed to light up like a sun and ran to her closet to find her something that would fit.

She expected some old woman’s dressing gown, but Shouko surprised her with a very old school sexy garment that looked painfully too much like one of the negligées she had at home. Since it was a favor, Yako couldn’t reject the offering, but still she didn’t want to wear that in front of Neuro. She had enough letting him see her panties and that was something she wanted to forget.

That night she barely could sleep. She could feel him near despite being on the other side of their suite room, his eyes on her back, and a weird crawling noise spooked her somewhere near three am. When the sun finally rose she thanked the gods and sped again to the old lady’s room to give back the negligée.

And that’s when she insisted to wear her daughter’s old miko clothes from when she still lived there and attended to the shrine up the mountain. They even gave Neuro a matching monk garb, giving Yako the feeling that they were cosplaying some kind of old anime about demons and mikos.

“I kind of enjoy this nice trek” said Neuro with one of his unsettling smiles. “You look nice,” Yako arched an eyebrow since he never complimented her, “as a servantof the gods. Pretty fitting, don’t you think? Serving a higher being of power. Hm~”

She didn’t have the energy to even groan or shout at his comment.

***

After what seemed like hours, they found the supposed ‘tengu’ lair, that being a gross pile of decomposing corpses. Lost hikers, dead villagers and a very recent body of the last victim of the murders. Yako knew she would be horrified in the past, but now she only felt a bit spooked and disgusted by the smell, letting her go back to her work as detective.

Since Neuro was here with her there was little she could do. Her sight and smell could do only much and she was certain she could not match the demon’s deduction abilities, but still she pointed out her findings and anything she felt odd in that place. Eight out of ten she got her deductions right.

Not bad, she thought, feeling again that competitive side of her rise up to the challenge. Passed the anger and embarrassment from that morning she now felt comfortable around Neuro again, like those old times three years back, solving murder cases together. The only difference was that she was keeping up with him now.

“Hey, have you seen this marks?” she asked the wandering demon, who was searching for clues in places she couldn’t see. He approached her and looked at what she was pointing, an almost invisible mark on the necks of the victims, something a tengu couldn’t have made. But a human could.

“Well done, slug. I may promote you to a dog.” he said with a smile before turning to go back to the inn.

“Yay~”, she answered sarcastically as she followed him, watching the broad back of her partner and trying not to lose him because she couldn’t remember the way back. “Do you know who did it?” asked Yako after a few minutes.

“Yes. It is quite simple. We only need to get everyone on a very specific room of the inn and make him talk. And then, I shall eat this delicious riddle.” The creepy smile on his face that should have given her goosebumps only made her stare at his soft lips and pointed teeth.

What the hell is wrong with me!, she thought looking again to the floor, watching her steps so as not to fall down the mountain. That would certainly amuse her companion, but she needed all of her limbs to drive back home later.

What she didn’t see was the constant looks the demon was giving her from time to time, watching her think and imagining that she was trying to think who the murderer was. He noticed the changes on her detective capacity, as well as the fast thinking and the eyes to see what other humans could not. He was… proud. That weird feeling on his chest apart, he could see a worthy companion on the human by his side. Maybe the only human worthy of his praise or even a feeling or two.

Feelings…, he thought. That was it! It wasn’t rational. The sensation on his wicked heart every time she was near, the different light on which he saw her, the constant need to see her blushing and angry with him, looking at him, trying to impress him. His body has chosen her as a mate, it seemed. His mind too, as he felt the tiny place that his slave has carved on his life and plans. This human could not leave him and go away. He knew it wasn’t fear of losing his cover on the human world to keep eating mysteries. Somewhere on his wide mind, he knew they wouldn’t taste the same without her.  

  So, he made the logical decision. He had to make Yako Katsuragi fall in love with him.

[hamonnose]

Trans ask game: all the odd numbers up to 11 (also i didn't know you were trans why don't you put it in your bio?)

Lemme answer your question about me being not having my gender in my bio… Honestly it’s probably cus I’m like still figuring things out. I mean I know I’m not cis, and I prefer he/him pronouns most of the time, and I definitely have dysphoria more often than not BUT at the same time some times i’m fine with being called a she, and presenting femininely, and sometimes i even like my body (in relation to the dysphoria… i don’t really have a problem with my body otherwise). So I don’t really want to put genderqueer in my bio cus first of all it feels like a placeholder until i find a label that fits me perfectly (not saying that if you identify as genderqueer that it doesn’t fit you perfectly), and second on my first blog I got yelled at by an anon who said genderfluid/genderqueer people don’t count as trans and that I should stop identifying as trans since I wasn’t clear cut “ftm” (which isn’t really a term i like using). While I personally think that’s bullshit and anyone who isn’t cis can identify with the umbrella term trans if they want i’d like to avoid that happening again. So maybe I’ll put he/him in my blog description but idk if that’ll just cause more confusion? Long story short… Idk I just don’t wanna? Now! On to the questions

Questions from the Trans Ask Game (I’ll be answering all off anon questions privately so if you wanna just talk about this stuff in private that’s cool too)

1. How did you choose your name?Right now I’m going by Joss and that’s just a shortening of my deadname. I started using it in sophomore year when I started going to a new school where no one knew me and I felt ok with choosing a more gender-neutral nickname. Recently though I’ve been thinking of changing it completely since it’s really close to my deadname and sometimes it makes me uncomfortable (I’m thinking Lance [no not because of Voltron thanks] or Lylle).

3. Do you have more physical dysphoria or more social dysphoria?I experience both sadly… But more often than not it’s physical dysphoria cus I have DDs and it’s real hard to pass when sports bras just make me look like i have a monoboob and i can’t afford a binder (I bought a binder a lil bit ago but it’s still hasn’t gotten here).

5. What was the first time you suspected you were transgender?When I first learned what the word meant (7th grade). See my mom raised me kinda without gender roles… Like she was a very pro “girls and boy can do anything they want as long as they’re not hurting anyone” kind of mom. She would also let me shop wherever i wanted and I had a good mix of “boys” and “girls” clothes (my favorite combo was a cute skirt with a pokemon shirt and a cool jacket) so it wasn’t really weird for me to be into traditionally masculine stuff and I never took it as an insult for kids to tell me i acted like a boy cus “yeah so what?”. Also mom was a bartender and that meant she knew all kinds of people including lots of LGBTQ+ people (and since she was the boss’ kid if any of the workers gave them trouble for who they were she’d put those bigots in their place). So I was also raised that “if someone says they’re a boy then they’re a boy, and it’s ok to ask if you don’t know but be polite… And staring till you think you figured it out is not polite.” So I guess I never really thought about gender (or sexuality tbh) till I started middle school and i started feeling uncomfortable being feminine so i stopped wearing “girly” clothes and started wearing jeans and HUGE OVERSIZED (and i mean lil 4′10 me wearing mens size XXL) sweaters that made me shapeless. In 7th grade I made a friend who was on tumblr and when she came out as bi to our friend group it made me start thinking about it and a few days later i said “I think i’m bi too? I mean the only difference between a boy and a girl is their boobs and how they pee right?” She calmly (if slightly irritated at my ignorance) explained that “no that’s not how gender works, there’s a difference between gender and sex.” So that day when I got home I did what any confused millennial would do and googled it. That’s how i found out what transgender, and genderqueer, and genderfluid, etc. etc. meant and when I first suspected I wasn’t cis.

7. What is your favorite part of being transgender?When my lil sister calls me brother instead of sister and it makes me feel so loved honestly.

9. How did you come out? If you didn’t come out, why do you stay in the closet? Or what happened when you were outed?Loaded question.... I’m kinda out to some people but not to others? I came out to my mom in the middle of the night crying cus i was so frustrated with my body and she handled it pretty well (Asked if i wanted to be called something other than my deadname, called me son and mijo, told me she supported me) but with my grandparents and friends.... Strangely enough I think I’m like officially out to only one of my friends, like I’ve asked him to use he/him and he does so like shoutout to Neil for being awesome. We didn’t necessarily talk about it but he wished me a happy trans day of visibility so like... I think he knows? Idk if my best friend knows... I mean I’ve told her that i’m like not exactly a girl (long story) but I haven’t asked her to use He/Him or officially came out to her. To be fair neither of us came out to each other as not straight but we figured it out. She’s probably reading this. Hi mattie love you nerdo! As for the rest of my family other than my mom (and my lil sis) I’m really only dropping hints. But like big hints. Like when my uncle says i’m the prettiest girl i will straight up say “But I’m not a girl.” and he’ll ask “Then what are you?” to which i usually respond “I just am.” I’m not afraid to come out to him but if he knows then EVERYBODY knows (our fam loves to gossip tbh). I use masculine pronouns and such for myself so i think most of my immediate fam has figured it out but like I still have yet to sit everybody down and be like “Ay y’all... I’m trans” But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

11. What are your experiences with binding or tucking?Well when I was in 6th grade trying to cosplay (Prussia from hetalia... I was a weeb i know) for the first time i used ace bandages. THAT IS A BIG NO NO!! IT IS A HEALTH CONCERN DON’T USE ACE BANDAGES!! I stopped after like 2-3 times of binding like that because I read online that it was bad and could hurt you big time (and hurt your chances of top surgery in the future). So then I just used sports bras for a while... Which didn’t work all that well (puberty hit early and my boobs were the first things to grow). My mom got me a real binder for my 16th birthday which was great and i used it for both everyday and cosplay stuff. Sadly I outgrew it in like a year since again puberty sucks. I sent it to someone through one of those binder exchange programs. Then I got a cheap binder that didn’t work very well and I won’t lie... A few times I got desperate and put ace bandages over the crappy binder. WHICH IS AN EVEN BIGGER NO NO THAN JUST ACE BANDAGES!!! Mostly it was alone at home just to chase away the dysphoria for a little bit but i went out for quick grocery runs with thaat set up a few times. Now I’m waiting on a new binder that will hopefully work better than the last one (it should get here in about a week and i’m so excited).

Thank you for the questions nonnie ^.^