#and i used to be like why does no one look at the pieces i spend 4 hours on

[bi-writes]

If you have time I am kindly asking for Simon and the teams POV on the arranged marriage fic!! Like why they put that ad out! I also think they’re silly for doing the whole ceremony in their gear 👉👈

the arrangement prequel

it wasn't much of a choice. ghost knew this was coming, knew this might happen--disciplinary action from the increasingly...unorthodox ways he was coming back from an op.

one too many times, a capture or kill became looking for the pieces of their target scattered across the field. an accident on the way back to interrogation--he doesn't know how his blade ended up embedded in their mark's throat. he misfired his gun--it's too bad it went straight through that prisoner's forehead.

disobeying without saying no. taking matters into his own hands without exactly defying the rules. ghost had been walking along the boundary line for a long while, and he knew eventually someone would realize the risks he was taking.

it was kate's idea. ghost needed something to chew on, something to satiate the hunger in his bones. a companionship, is what she tells price, but even he knew that was a stretch. anything given to ghost would surely be shredded apart on impact. anything that belongs to him ends up tucked underneath layers of shadows, not to be seen again.

but ghost is the best at what he does. all kate needs is for him to fucking listen once in a while.

when they ride back in the humvee, ghost is fiddling with the chamber of his pistol when price speaks up.

"got somethin' new," he says, looking into the rearview mirror. the sergeants shuffle a little closer to hear him. "new program between CIA and SAS. pilot program, not...exactly routine. but they'd like one of you lot to be the first to participate."

"what is it?"

price clears his throat, "the legality is a grey area. but both parties need to be willing."

"spit it out, cap'n."

"an arrangement of sorts," he says finally. "it's...not a secret 's hard to keep a bird with the things we do...always away, hard to reach. but you're the best at what you do, and i think if you take it seriously, it could be good for one of ya."

soap snorts. "cap'n, ye wanna play matchmaker with us? see if we're worthy of little bonnie spies?"

price snorts, rolling his eyes, "i need you to set an example, is what i need. i need one of you to step forward."

ghost looks up when he says that. his eyes flicker, and he looks at his captain, who keeps his eyes on the road as he drives. he hears what price doesn't say. this is your punishment, he imagines. and you will take it and not say a word, like the lieutenant that you are.

in the dark of his room later that evening, he opens the file with your name typed across the front. CONFIDENTIAL it reads, and he flips the manila folder to spread your profile out onto the desk.

you're smiling in the first photo. it's a headshot, from high school maybe, from college, a pretty photo of you beaming at a camera with a nice background. he eyes your height, weight, measurements, the skills they've identified and the answers to your questions about why you want to participate in the program.

Q: What kind of partner are you looking for? A: Resistant. Unmovable. Loyal.

Q: Why do you want to participate in this program? A: I'm tired of being disappointed.

Q: What are some of the qualities you possess you would like your partner to know about you? A: I'm not afraid of what I don't know.

short answers, straight to the point. affirmative and honest, with no room for interpretation. ghost doesn't need interpretation; he knows what it is you're saying.

when he looks back at your picture, he brings it closer, narrowing his eyes as he studies you. the smile you wear, while beautiful, isn't real. it's a persona, a ruse, a costume that you wear to put the outside world at ease. you understand that a smile makes you agreeable, but he knows, somehow he knows, that there must be a tick that you feel that no one is able to quiet, an anger and a lilt to the soft voice you must speak in that carries the weight of your defiance and your disappointment with everything the world is that you thought it wouldn't be.

ghost isn't told that the program is a lie. you aren't an operative for the CIA, you aren't some kind of spy in need of company. when he reads the rest of your file, he is amused because he knows the rest is made-up bullshit that doesn't apply to you. you are as civilian as they come, but with how well you lie, he wonders if you should be recruited just for that.

with just a little training, he thinks perhaps you might be everything your country needs and more. a little blood wouldn't scare you.

it's weeks later when ghost eyes the date on his calendar. he has marked it with an X, black marker haphazardly traced there to indicate the day. he told price he doesn't want bells and whistles--no music, no men, no party. an unmarked room and his bride is all that is necessary.

he steps outside to smoke a cigarette. he sucks on it gently, blowing it out to the side, and he eyes the car that pulls onto base carefully. when price steps out of the drivers' seat, ghost stubs out the cigarette and turns the corner. he catches a glimpse of a lace veil before he disappears.

and when he steps into the room hours later, your back to him, he can't help the way his pupils dilate and the way his body goes rigid with rage. there you are, standing there, in white silk and lace, your back to him but the picture of elegance and the presence of something honestly deserving.

it is only when he lifts the veil off of your face and sees those eyes that he understands what you are, what you wear.

a façade, a beautiful mask of your own, to cover up the ugly you hold on the inside.

he smiles under the mask when you kiss him over the fabric. because fuck, yes...he doesn't care where you have come from. he doesn't care that they lied about who you are, that they didn't tell him the truth, that in all honesty, they have given you to die and you don't know it--he doesn't care because it worked, at least for him. the finest flesh he has ever set his eyes on. he cannot wait to brand you for what you are worth.

if they meant to punish him for the crimes he has committed, he is sorry. because you are his reward, and there is no hell to pay.

[042502]

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ Dad Sturniolo ; Matthew Sturniolo.

𖦹ׂ summary : Matt, you and your daughter are going to visit Jaz's uncles Nick and Chris.

𖦹ׂ author's note : My first language is not Spanish, if you notice any errors you already know why. Here is the masterlist in case you like to read more about Matt.

"Have everything?" You ask once inside the car, you look towards the back seats.

There was the small baby chair, Matt was buckling his daughter's seat belts.

"Yeah, Nick bought a ridiculous amount of stuff for Jaz anyway." That being said, he carefully closes the back door to walk in front of the car and get in, putting on his seat belt.

"Nick is very nice, but didn't you mention to him that it wasn't necessary?" Matt looks at you tiredly and then says: "Believe me, I told him, he just does what he wants."

He starts the car and they start the road to Nick's house, It has only been two years since the brothers have decided to live alone. A loneliness not so lonely.

They usually visit each other so often that it seems like they have never been apart, that made you happy, because you enjoy their happiness. Especially since Jaz came into their lives. 

Nick has taken it upon himself to be the star uncle for her, Every time they visited him he did not let go of the little girl for even a second. He has even proposed making a special room for her in his house, of course, Matt has refused.

"Have you texted Chris?" Matt shakes his head in denial. "He'll be mad if you don't mention that we're going to Nick's house."

"Maybe Nick already told him." 

"We should tell him anyway" 

Matt sighs and nods. You take Matt's cell phone and make a video call with Chris who answered quickly.

"Hey! Are you in the car?" Chris had a cute smile that made him frown when he noticed where you were. "Is Jaz okay? Where are you going?" 

"Hey Chris, she's fine" you show Jaz in her seat sleeping.

"Oh she's so sweet and tender little girl, Uncle Chris misses you so much girl" Chris had used a squeaky voice when saying those words. "Oh yeah, I bought him some toys on Amazon, there are seriously so many great things there, I want to see them so I can give them to him."

"Oh Chris it's not necessary, she has a lot of toys and she's not big enough to use them yet" 

"But someday it will be"

You laugh and then Matt speaks.

"Hey, listen, we're on our way to Nick's house." You focus on your boy driving, Matt had his eyes on the road.

"What? And you're barely telling me, you know I'm two hours away from his house."

"That's not my problem"

"Don't worry Chris, we won't leave until you get there" you smile at him.

"Of course they won't leave, I'm going there right now" 

They say goodbye and shortly after that they arrive at a gas station to use the bathroom and buy some things to eat.

Jaz had woken up and with the car parked you take her in your arms, she has woken up very active.

"Oh someone's in a good mood, You know we're going to your uncles, right, baby?" You talk to your baby and she smiles, showing her pretty gums.

Matt was next to you devouring a sandwich, He cuts a piece and brings it to your lips so you can eat.  Then he opens a small package of cookies and offers one to Jaz who receives it with enthusiasm.

Matt is extremely attentive to her. He knows absolutely every one of her tastes, he has a unique connection with her.

"Hey, I think you're forgetting something." Matt tickles Jaz's tummy and she laughs. "Where is the kiss for dad?" 

Jaz looks at him mesmerized and then laughs, shaking her head as she bites into the cookie with her only two teeth. 

"Won't you give it to me?" Matt pretended to be offended. "So Dad won't buy you any more cookies."

Jaz throws herself into Matt's arms and he hugs her with a lot of love, she kisses his cheek and makes Matt's heart explode with love. 

"That is my girl" He smiles and begins the attack of kisses that he usually gives her, Jaz laughs at every kiss Matt gives her. She places her little hands on her dad's face and he smiles.

Jaz comes back into your arms, sits on your lap while you finish the sandwich. Your hand is still next to the baby's body when Matt takes it with the intention of annoying Jaz.

Every time Matt had a little approach towards you or physical contact, Jaz would get possessive and push Matt away from you.

At first Jaz doesn't notice her dad's hand on her mom's, but when she notices she pushes Matt's hand away.

Matt reaches for your hand again and Jaz pushes him away again, this time taking your hand.

"She doesn't want you to touch me Matthew" You scold him as you hold your daughter's hand.

"Come on Jaz" Matt smiles. "Wouldn't you like a little brother?" You roll your eyes at that.

Jaz nods excitedly, Matt approaches her and says: "then you must let me hold mom's hand, If you don't let me get close you won't have a little brother" 

You open your mouth in surprise and lightly hit Matt's hand.

"Please I didn't say anything wrong, I'm talking about holding your hand" he laughs.

"Of course if you did"

Jaz returns to her chair, and they continue the trip to Nick's house. Once there, Nick receives them excitedly, of course all his attention was on Jaz. Playing with her and showing her all the things he bought her.

You and Matt were unpacking the last of your things when Chris arrived. Matt opens the door for him.

"Hello" Chris waves and walks straight past, he sees you and waves too, but his eyes are looking for someone else. "Where are you Jaz?"  He hasn't even asked about Nick, you laugh and point to the living room.

Chris goes where you tell him and then you hear him scream followed by Jaz's laughter.

"The best uncle ever has arrived!" 

Matt walks towards you and you smile at him.

"They have missed her"

"They saw her two days ago," Matt reminds you.

Then Chris comes in with Jaz in his arms, he looked so cute with her. 

"You can tell him to stop calling himself 'the best uncle' because that sucks," Nick mentions while pointing at his brother.

"Okay I won't say I'm the best uncle, I'll say I'm Jaz's favorite uncle." Chris responds and Nick shakes his head in denial.

"You're not, he has another uncle here" it is marked.

"Hey Little girl " Chris takes Jaz's little hand in his, drawing her attention. "Who is your favorite uncle? Uncle Nick?" Chris turns to Nick, Jaz looks at him and Nick makes a cute expression to make her laugh, but she doesn't. 

"Hey just now it was just the two of us" Nick complains.

"Or your uncle Chris?" Jaz looks at Chris and then remains silent.

"You must answer girl, and you say say that your cute Uncle Nick" Nick walks up to Jaz.

Jaz looks at both guys, but then... "Pa" looks at Matt and stretches his arms in his direction.

"Your dad doesn't count," Nick complains.

Chris walks over to Matt to take Jaz into his arms. She clings to him and Matt feels like a winner.

"She really hates you so much that she didn't even want to choose one of you, you suck." 

"Hey, you know she prefers me" Chris smiles satisfied.

"She hasn't responded"

"Because she doesn't know how to talk at all yet," Chris reproaches.

You laughed at the uncles fighting over who was your daughter's favorite, but your heart was so warm from seeing Matt cradle Jaz in his arms. He looked so cute with her, you were so happy to have a little family with him. You wouldn't change it for anything.

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[quitealotofsodapop]

As part of my rabbit hole into Jttw, I've been looking at more and more monkey-related articles and science topics. I am an irl biology undergrad. It's my thing.

And I noticed a lot of focus in the LMK fandom on Macaque's scarf.

In the Harry Harlow monkey experiments (tw for distressing stuff) one trait that would frequently occur is that "orphan" macaques would become emotionally attached to pieces of cloth/towels. Even with the presence of a "wire mother" that provided endless food, the baby macaques would cling to bundles of cloth to simulate being held by their mothers. In experiments where the baby was provided a "cloth mother" that had no milk to give, they would still cling even if it meant starvation. If the researchers attempted to remove the cloths, the babies would panic and lash out. Those whose cloth was removed actually died from grief. The reason is simple; it was literally their security blanket.

Btw; These experiments weren't done out of cruelty. There was a really damaging parenting belief during the 1950s that believed that babies should be held as little as possible, less they become "spoiled" from too much contact. Harlow's team was able to prove that yes, you need frequent positive physical contact to survive/thrive as a baby.

The cloth-clinging can also be seen in macaques raised by humans that don't understand their instinctual need to cling. Even when dumped in the wild, former "pets" will cling to their security blanket like their life depends on it. Because it really does.

SO I had a thought;

What if Macaque's red scarf is his security blanket? His "cloth mother"? It being one of the few comforts he had as a baby monkey? Or even the only memento of a life before the Brotherhood? A simple piece of cloth that holds more value to him than all the treasures of Heaven?

I've seen ideas/headcanons that the handkerchief he wears on his armour in the Brotherhood-era is actually his trademarked scarf, and that he began wearing it more loosely because Wukong hasn't been adjusting it for him. Since we don't see an earlier form of Macaque, he is literally almost never seen without his red scarf, save for glamours and at the beach in S4.

Macaque, who tries his best to be a self-sufficient loner, getting panicked when he can't find his scarf or when it becomes damaged. Wukong learned a long time ago not to touch the scarf without permission, and was only allowed to interact with it when Mac was in a good mood.

And you know who else is a monkey with a piece of red cloth that they're never seen without?

You touch MK's bandana - you die. I believe it was likely Tang and/or Pigsy who used the cloth to keep the hair out of the baby's face, and MK psychologically attached to it as a form of comfort. He's not evne sure why he's so attached to it.

[megistusdiary]

⋆ 𝔐𝔞 ℭ𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢 ⋆

dom!navia x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, strap usage, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjobs, asphyxiation, size kink, virgin reader, small-chested reader, french terms of endearment

word count: 1.6k

a/n: self-indulgent piece, i fear. also, you take care of navia at the end ♡ once again, capitalization because laptop. do you guys prefer lowercase or caps? let me know!!

“Come here, I won’t bite, mon ange.” Navia grinned, gently pulling you closer as you cautiously observed the strap on her waist.

“Navia, you do know I’m a virgin, right?” you looked up at her. You swore you could see hints of lust and excitement in Navia’s eyes at your words. “That’s way too big!”

Navia wrapped a hand around the base of the strap, shrugging as she used the other hand to hold your chin. She pulled you in for a kiss, situating your body onto her lap, causing you to grind against the strap. You moaned into the kiss softly, shifting around to rub your clit against it. Navia smiled against your lips, sliding her tongue over yours.

“Does that feel good, ma choupette?” she asked you, feeling you grip onto her shoulders. you tucked your head into Navia’s shoulder, nodding into her neck.

“Feels good. I want more.” you answered her, looking up with sweet eyes that had Navia melting on the spot. “But… will it hurt?”

“I’ll do my best to make sure it doesn’t.” Navia cooed, kissing the tip of your nose before laying you down on the bed. She watched your hair splay out on the pillows as she leaned over your frame. “You’re so cute.”

You grumbled, turning your head. “Don’t say that!”

“It’s true, though. I wouldn’t lie to you.” Navia lowered her head, kissing across your chest as you tried to turn away.

“Don’t, it’s just flat.” your gaze shifted away.

“I think you’re adorable.” Navia nipped at your chest, hearing you gasp softly. She lapped over each nipple, watching them perk up slightly. “You’re so small.”

She kissed her way down your abdomen, watching your tummy move from the ticklish touches. She grinned against your skin, making her way down to your exposed pussy. “Aw, you’re all wet already, hm?”

“Just for you.” comes your soft response, shyly looking away as Navia’s heart skipped a beat. She placed a soft kiss over your clit, fingers collecting the slick before gently easing one into you.

She felt you wince slightly, and she tried to kiss your thighs to get you to calm down. “It’s okay, relax for me. I’ll take good care of you.” Navia promised, letting you grow accustomed to the strange feeling. When you were ready, Navia slid another finger in, kissing your clit to ease the stretch as she slowly spread her fingers out a little.

She could hear a soft, pained groan from you. “I know it’s uncomfortable, but I have to prepare you to take me. Otherwise it’ll hurt.” she explained, licking at your clit while her fingers massaged your insides.

“Navia, it just… it feels… good, but weird-” you mumbled, covering your face.

“Shh, just enjoy it.” she hummed against your cunt, crooking her fingers and sliding them in and out of you. She could tell you seemed to enjoy it, letting out breathy whimpers and squirming around beneath her.

“More, please!” you suddenly whimpered, feeling Navia’s fingers rub into that special spot, causing you to latch onto Navia’s hair. Your fingers carded through the silky golden strands, holding on as your moans increased in volume. The pressure kept building up, like it was about to burst, and then-

Navia pulled away, leaving you to whine dejectedly. “No! Why did you stop?”

“Oh? Were you about to cum?” Navia asked, feigning a pout. “Were you close?” you nodded and Navia leaned in, grabbing your throat, but not applying any force. “If you want to cum so bad, I want you to beg for it, belle.”

“But…” you looked away, face feeling hot. “I don’t know if I can-” you squeak when Navia applies a gentle pressure to the sides of your throat, only a breathy gasp leaving your lips.

“‘Can’ and ‘want to’ aren’t the same thing. You do want to cum, don’t you? So, you can do it.” she smiles sweetly. “Out with it, ma belle, I want to hear you.” Navia loomed over you, hearing your whimpers.

“Please? Please, I was so close. Please let me cum.” your voice was shaky and unsure, eyes wide as Navia grinned, clearly pleased. She kissed your cheek softly, leaving a light mark from her lipstick.

“Such a good girl for me.” she hummed, fucking her fingers into you faster, rubbing into your g-spot until you were cumming on her fingers. You whined, shaking on the bed while Navia helped you ride out the high. She slowly pulled her fingers out, sliding them onto her tongue as you watched with wide eyes. 

“You next?” you asked shyly as Navia tilted her head.

“Me next?” and you nodded, eagerly sitting up.

“Let me try to make you feel good too, please? I… I can’t go again right away. Can I at least try?” and you asked so sweetly, how could Navia say no?

Navia nodded, switching positions to let your head linger by the strap and her pussy. You tried to sneak your head under it, bumping into it while you sucked Navia’s clit gently. It was funny to watch, though endearing with how hard you were trying. Navia pulled you away, cupping your cheeks. “Why don’t we focus on one thing at a time, ma choupette?” She smiles, gently tapping your nose. “Let me show you how to prep my strap for now instead.” she pulled your lips to hover over the tip.

You licked down the shaft, looking up at Navia for approval. “What do I do now?” you asked, lips grazing the tip.

“Open your mouth for me. I’m going to slide it onto your tongue. We must make sure it’s slick enough for you to take it comfortably soon.” Navia told her, easing the strap into your mouth.

Your eyes went wide at the weight on your tongue, instinctively wanting to close your mouth. You moaned softly around the strap, feeling it come dangerously close to triggering your gag reflex. Navia watched tears prick at your eyes, seeing how cute you looked struggling not to choke on the strap. “Is it too big, belle?” she knew you couldn’t answer in words, only moans. “You can take it, I’ll make sure.”

She gently fucked your mouth, stroking her thumb down the bulge it formed in your throat, coaxing you to take more and more as you sniffled, looking up at Navia with an almost pathetic expression. Soon enough, she pulled out of your mouth, admiring the spit coating her strap before wrapping a hand around the base, spreading the slick. She tugged your body over into position with your ass in the air, back pushed into such a pretty arch that exposed your cunt for Navia in such an enticing way. Your front was pressed to the bed, and Navia could hear you whimpering when the tip dragged over your cunt, trying to turn and get a good look at her behind you.

“Just relax for me, belle. I’ll be gentle.” Navia promised, slowly sliding into your dripping hole while you grabbed onto the blankets in tight fists. Navia felt the pressure of your fluttering pussy, grunting as she slowly pushed further in.

You whined, biting the blanket as Navia pushed into you more firmly. Though, before she could move any further, she pulled out gently. You quietly whimpered, confused. “What’s wrong-”

Navia rolled you over onto your back. “Nothing, it’s okay, I’ll keep going. I just want to be able to see you. I want to see your face when I take your virginity.” she kissed you deeply, sliding back into you. She pushed the strap in further until your pelvises were flush together, drinking up your moans straight from the source.

She waited for you to tell her to move, only then fucking you deeper, kissing you over and over as she made sure you were seeing stars. You grasped onto her shoulders, crying out for Navia as her pelvis ground into your clit. “Feels… I- it’s good-” you babbled, tucking your face into Navia’s shoulder while she fucked you so lovingly.

“So beautiful…” Navia whispered, kissing the side of your head. She bucked her hips harder, going faster as you moaned, begging for more. Navia treated you so well, giving you exactly what you wanted and more. She urged you to come for her, snaking a thumb down to rub at your clit until you finally came around her strap. Navia slowed down, growing more gentle as you recovered, panting, head falling back limply.

Navia peppered your face with kisses, seemingly pleased with her handiwork as she eased you up and onto her lap, sliding the strap out of your cunt as you squirmed. “Shh, it’s okay. Did it feel good?”

“So good… thank you.” you smiled, kissing her cheek tenderly. “Now you?” your hands reach out for her. Navia sighs, kissing your cheek and nodding. She removed the strap, guiding you back between her legs.

You were curious and gentle, needing Navia to guide your hand to slide your fingers into her. Though once you got the hang of it, you got more experimental, crooking them at different angles and sucking her clit gently. “Is this okay?” you asked and Navia responded with a breathless nod.

“You’re doing a good job, mon ange.” Navia confirmed and you smiled into her cunt, moving faster and working desperately to make her cum. Her thighs nearly crushed your head, though you kept going diligently, wanting to show her how good she made you feel; how desperately you wanted to return the favor.

Finally, Navia reached her high, easing up and petting your head with a gentle hand before pulling you up to cuddle on her chest, falling asleep in her warm embrace.

[maximumqueer]

Yamato, Transness, and "Passing"

Now that we're nearly a full arc removed from Wano and Yamato's introduction, I want to talk about the reaction that a subset of the one piece fandom had to his reveal as a trans man/transmasc person, the transphobia behind that reaction, and how the concept of passing plays into that reaction. I'm not going to be arguing that Yamato is a trans man, as I think it is very obvious that he is given how he is referred to in the canon text. This is instead going to be more of a fandom dissection of why (in my personal opinion) so many people refuse to acknowledge Yamato as a man.

When we are first introduced to Yamato, he is dressed in a way that gives him the appearance of a flat chest, and is wearing a mask to hide his face. He looks like a man in a cis-heteronormative way

When Yamato was depicted like this, he was (from what I can tell) mostly referred to with he/him pronouns by the fanbase. This is based on comments underneath his chapter debut and episode debut. There are comments under his episode debut that do use she/her pronouns and refer to him as a woman, but because these episodes have been out for a while, it would make sense that these kinds of comments would be left on his debut after his second design was revealed.

Then, when he removes his mask and outer layer of his outfit, he is depicted like this

After this reveal, more people began to refer to Yamato with she/her pronouns, and refer to him as Kaido's daughter, despite him referring to himself as Kaido's son, as well as the people around him using he/him pronouns exclusively for him. What changed? Well, Yamato went from having a design that looked traditionally masculine to having a more traditionally feminine one. As such people who associate only women with having breasts and more "feminine" features began to insist that Yamato was a tomboy, or a delusional woman, anything but accept that fact that he is a man.

There is a phenomena with trans "acceptance", where a character is accepted as trans only if they look like their gender according to the cis-heteronormative ideal, and questioned and denied if they don't. Kiku, a trans woman who "passes" as a woman did not receive nearly the same level of speculation and denial of her trans identity. (This is not to say that Kiku received no hate or transphobic comments, but that because she looks like a woman to the average cis-het viewer, she was treated as a "real" trans person, whereas Yamato was not).

Yamato has been repeatedly referred to as mentally ill for being a "non-passing" trans man. He has been called bad representation (despite large numbers trans men/transmasc people, myself included, saying that his IS good representation). People have made claims with no canon backing in an attempt to hand wave away his transness because he "looks like a woman", a popular one being that Kaido some how forced Yamato into being a man, despite his backstory telling us the exact opposite.

And the reasoning for all of this speculation is that trans people are held to such high standards in terms of appearance and presentation, even in fictional media. A trans man must have a flat chest, deep voice, facial hair etc. or he isn't actually trans. A trans woman must have breasts, a high voice, a lack of facial hair, etc. or she isn't actually trans. Non-binary people are dismissed entirely. This denies the many different and diverse ways that a person can be trans. Sure, some trans people wish to medically transition, get the "surgery" and go through life as if they were cis. But not all trans people want that. Gender is messy and complicated, its not nearly as black and white a we have been taught to believe. There are many trans people (both binary and non-binary) who will never medically transition. That does not make them less trans, it does not make them delusional. Yet because we have this black and white thinking ingrained in us from childhood, any deviation from the strict boxes of "man" and "woman" are immediately questioned, and that includes gender non-conforming people - both trans and cis.

This type of transphobia is not talked about enough, as the people doing it will so often hide behind the idea that they are protecting "real" trans people, and just want to make sure that they are respected and taken seriously. But, respect for a persons gender identity CANNOT be conditional. It does not matter if they "don't pass". It doesn't matter if they are a good person, a bad person. The second you start dictating who gets to have their gender respected is the second you stop being an ally. And that includes fictional characters like Yamato.

[accio-victuuri]

another look at the supercut (sort of) in xzs milan vlog, featuring all the round things because of the recent rlg rumor. these might not all be from the trip itself, rather clips from xz or allegedly wyb. xz is someone who takes short videos so it’s not unusual that he would want some of those inserted if it fits the theme. as for wyb, we see in rumors or other cpns that he sends voice messages/photos to xz, i think short videos aren’t a stretch. cpfs are talking about 3 shots in particular:

1. the fried egg - it’s hilarious how much interpretation we are spending on a freakin shot of an egg. lol. i still stand by the possibility that it represents the cpfs yellow circle. but this other explanation is interesting too — that it’s a video by yibo cooking. and connected to the lrlg section where he goes “i’ll eat a fried egg for you in awhile”.

people are referencing him knowing how to do this back in one of the uniq videos. i find it cute. the idea that wyb will be sending xz videos of him cooking, like he is proud and showing off for his gege. now that i think about it, xz was staying at a bougie hotel so why would he cook? yeah, those places have their own kitchen ( most likely ) but still.. considering how busy those days were, it seemed out of place. the handle looked like it’s used often ( not something that will be provided by a hotel like that ) , and tho this may not be in their home, it could be wyb when he is away and cooking for himself. remember how his team takes everything with them— even pots and pans when he does long shoots.

2. bike and shoes - okay, maybe he did ride it at some point that we don’t know. what people caught tho is that the shoe is vision streetwear which they both have a pair of. this could either be xz or wyb.

i doubt this is some random person he or his team was taking a video of.

3. laundry - everyone is familiar with the whole washing clothes cpn 😂😂😂 ( i swear i made a post about that where xz washed wyb’s laundry for him lol but i can’t find it ) so this might be a nod to that. again, he is at a bougie hotel, which may have this kind of appliance but why would he?? why can’t he just pass it off to laundry?

was this wyb sending him a video again? sharing what he is doing to gege.

and one the striped piece of clothing looks similar to what bobo used before 🤡🤡🤡

AHHHHHHH! THEM!!!! 😍😍😍😍

that’s so sweet. it is hard enough as it is to be away from each other most days of the year, but them doing this little thing to stay connected is love!

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[quinloki]

Hi Quin <3

I may or may not have gone through your entire catalog haha (^///^) Thank you for feeding us all so well ☆ Such stunning works!!!!! (シ_ _ )シ

I was wondering, I find that I keep on reading the same people a lot. Have you discovered some cool new people to read from recently? any great recs? stuff you keep coming back to?

Anyways, you're awesome!! And I can't wait to read what you come up with next!!!!!

=O Sideblogs and everything?

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Σ(っ °Д °;)っ

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Goodness. ❤️I'm glad you enjoyed my stuff enough to read all that. I'm a terribly wordy ^^;

Ah! But hmmm... I do tend to read from many of the same folks, especially since I ended up surrounded by impressive writers.

But let's do this:

@swampstew - if you follow me, you know her. I cannot fathom otherwise, and if you don't, start here.

this is @icy-spicy's master list - I'd have that cold shower ready before you start, but there's more than One Piece there.

@mydisenchantedeulogy writes for a lot of fandoms, her words are so good I'm a fan of her stories without even having seen the universes they come from.

@un-shit-yourself is a long time real life friend, and a fantastic writer. Mostly Dragon Age, but the writing pulls you in. We chat, but we don't usually cross post, so you probably don't know about this one even if you do follow me.

@zoros-sheath - if you haven't read Magnets, start there, otherwise go hog wild. I can't imagine you're going to find anything bad.

@standfucker - whew, I look - Zen makes me wonder why I even write because what she writes is just too goddamn hot. Y'all don't need me, you got her. (I say this in jest, I'm going nowhere I promise) White Out and Rotation are two of my favorites, but Stowing Away to Save Yourself is something I specifically requested and gods was I served well.

@writing-yarn-goblin and @lyndsyh24 and @theaceofflamesposts are here, but you're more likely to enjoy the first two on Wattpad and the last on Ao3. Lyn's getting more active here, but her library is full of good stuff - fluffier than my usual work, but just as good imo. Lyn is one of the biggest reasons y'all get to deal with me at all. She was a saint when I stumbled into Wattpad.

I love @heyitsdoe and @/bas-writes stuff - they are both phenomenal writers. Bas has shifted away from OP a little and is more into JJK, but if you're looking for solid fic to read, then you will find tons there and I promise you'll enjoy it =3 Doe is super sweet and her writing is always a full meal, I've commissioned her and it was far and away worth every penny.

Honestly, I'd really recommend checking out my Following page. I leave it public, but everyone on it is either a friend, a writer, an artist, or some combination of all three.

I could go on in this post for like 5,000 more words and not hit everyone who has delighted me. @cyborg-franky @coza-main @lerya-fanfic @leakyweep @leftsidebonfire -- I'm going to hit a damn tag limit again.

@thus-spoke-lo is a little on the darker side, but gods alive I love her work, and I could read it for hours if I had the hours to spare.

@vizkopa writes in a way that helped me loosen up and write more how I wanted to, so thank her for that, and enjoy what she's got - mostly on Wattpad I believe? I know that's where I've read it.

Seriously, just peruse my followers, if you need something new.

But know that like me, they're 18+ and that's a boundary for their comfort as much as anything else. So don't break that.

[blakbonnet]

ARTIST OF THE WEEK @merryfinches ♥️

This week's aotw is Kylie who has bewitched us body and soul with her lovely art and even lovelier personality. Always there with a kind word, just all round a stellar human being, and someone who makes my day better anything I see her on the dash. She was also game for answering a few questions:

Which do you use to draw (app/digital or traditional)?

I use Procreate on my iPad! I like being able to put it on my bag and draw anywhere - I don’t have as much time to draw as I want, so I do it in bits and pieces whenever I get the chance.

I love sketching with coloured pencils in my sketchbook too, I LOVE digital art, but there’s nothing like the texture of pencil and paper!

Fave brushes/pencils/mediums (links/screenshot?)

These are the ones I use most. The top 3 are all standard Procreate brushes. Chalk is my go-to for sketching and line art, and lightbrush and lightpen for highlights. I used Gingerbread Inker for colouring - it’s a free brush I picked up from somewhere, but I can’t find where!

Your favourite piece you've drawn?

Oooooooh, I don’t know! It’s easy to look back at basically every drawing and see the flaws, but this one of Ed and Stede in their inn is special to me, because I think it’s the first time I felt like I’d developed a comfortable style after messing around trying to draw them for months with… varying degrees of success.

And I’m really proud of the comic I drew of Ed having a nightmare, because i find comics so hard to draw and I’m in awe of everyone who does it!

Who's harder to draw: Ed or Stede?

Aaaaah, they both have challenges, but Stede I think? I prefer drawing his left side because of the way his hair swishes differently on both sides, and that side is easier. And he has a very particularly-shaped nose that can be really hard sometimes! Unless I’m drawing Ed’s leathers, in which case it’s him 😆

One essential tip for beginner artists?

There will be a point where you look at all your art so far and think “oh these are terrible, what am I even doing?” But that’s GOOD because it means you’re improving! And I’m sorry but that never stops - you will be improving forever! Nobody I know is ever really satisfied with their own art, and your art style is like your handwriting - it’s unique to you.

Also, get a sketchbook and a pencil, make mistakes, practice drawing your own hands and feet, screenshots, your cat, anything basically. And remember it’s supposed to be fun 🥰

Why OFMD? 🥹

Because it’s the fucking BEST! 😎

No seriously, I guess I like drawing Ed and Stede so much because they’re everything. Love, sex, tenderness, fun, cuteness, heartache and joy. Two souls who are so insecure and alone, and then they have someone who GETS them, who loves everything about them. They’re just wonderful.

[boneywones]

talking about the excuse of “fiction doesn’t affect reality” in proshipping and how the excuse itself doesnt hold up. + some other tiny points about my opinion on some proshipping things.

firstly i want to say that the excuse of “fiction doesnt affect reality” does not hold up. it is also in fact, incorrect. 

fiction does affect reality, you can see it happening through propaganda or any types of fiction at all. like for example, the jaws movie (a work of fiction) had greatly influenced peoples opinions on sharks and how people interpret them. the jaws movie in itself had shown sharks to be heartless creatures that eat humans, which is most definitely false. (How Jaws Influenced Shark Perception – Shark Stewards, Shark fear: Just when you thought it was safe to get back in the water... | ScienceDaily for reference.)

propagandas term is quite simple to explain. spreading misinformation to change a persons opinion, or moreso political views in some cases. misinformation is indeed fictional, as it is not real. a lot of cases of propaganda has been shown through the years, and it has obviously shown that it has had an impact on reality and real peoples perspective on things.

another way that fiction can affect reality is if people give out enough false information that it can highly change the minds of people online or in real life. if people give false ideologies of certain types of people, then people will follow that false narrative and build up an opinion based on false facts. for example, a man online gives out a lot of false information about women. an impressionable minor or teenager will come across it, then learn from that person. this has been shown through podcasts that you see online, or people that give out false dating advice and what women want. 

though sometimes fiction can affect reality in a positive way, like when fictional pieces give out positive messages and can positively influence people. messages or the “moral of the story” can let children learn what is right and wrong. this can affect how children think, and how they act when they grow up later in life. 

now onto proshipping, or proshipping media specifically. first, lets talk about how the ship frans (frisk x sans) had deeply and negatively affected the utmv/undertale fandom.

back when the undertale fandom was starting to gain popularity, the ship frans had as well. a lot of people found out about this ship from comic dubs, which further pushed more popularity to it. since this media was circulating and was nearly everywhere, children or people in general had started to think that the ship was normal since they had consumed so much media of it and saw people liking it. if you do not know, frisk is a child and sans is an adult. this is a pedophilic ship. (its also not excusable to “age up” the minor/child, as the ship itself is pedophilic. if you need an excuse to ship something that romanticises real life problems, then why ship it at all?)

this is the same with fontcest, as i have seen a fair few people state that they used to ship one or the other (even both in some cases) because they were influenced by the behaviour of others around them. you get what im saying, now?

// anyway super unrelated but not rly but i think proshippers should openly state that they are in fact proshippers on their mains instead of making people look for shit so they can get full confirmation,, (the fact that i see so much people not know that some people they follow are proshippers is so fucking alarming??) also i think adult proshippers should push minors out of their little “community” instead of letting people like themselves groom minors into thinking the same things as them,,,, think thats just me tho!!!!!!! (/sarc) and to all the minor proshippers, please stay safe and get the help you need /srs /nm /gen 🫶

+ to the adult proshippers that actively make media that are about incestuous ships, i need you 2 know that doing something like that is normalising and romanticising incest ☺️ i dont care if its fiction, its still incest. there is no excuse to make normalised and sexualised media of incest.

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

Well here are two for you.

Transfer thoughts and feelings when Buck considers joining the 217.

Anchor - for dating a pilot, Buck, never seen or dated someone so ground and stable as his boyfriend.

Hellloooooo sorry for being slow, this is finally my filling of another BuckTommy prompt! Nonny, I worked with your second one here and I'm afraid that the first one is probably not gonna happen, my muse is not striking there at all. Sorry about that! 3 more prompts are gonna come, no worries.

TLDR: Another BuckTommy, this time another approach on S07e07.

Exceptional

–– I won't deny the lies and deception I've sought, I've learned, I've grown ––

"Eddie's acting weird lately," Buck says.

"Do we have to talk about Eddie now?" asks Tommy, and the question is justified.

Buck's couch is just big enough for him to lie stretched out on it, his head in Tommy's lap. They just had an excellent meal, and satiety, contentment plus a good helping of wine lulled them both into a very pleasant mood. The kind of vibe that will make more of Tommy's gentle kneading of Buck's shoulders in no time – though talking about another guy is a bit of a mood killer in the process.

However, turns out that conversations about Eddie are unavoidable if you’re with Buck. And maybe there's something to it, because he adds, "I think he lied to me."

Something in his voice seems to catch Tommy's attention, he bends over to look at Buck. Those blue eyes are mesmerizing, and Buck would be willing to forget about it, to make Eddie a problem for another day. But Tommy... he's just too observant. He knows that Buck's trust is almost boundless, and that he’s fragile, should it be shaken.

"Why would Eddie lie to you?"

Another valid question.

"Something doesn't add up," Buck begins, and because he starts gesticulating wildly, Tommy captures his hands gently and holds them tight. "Christopher says Eddie bought a scented candle. What does he need that for?"

"Maybe he likes the scent, Evan."

"He's also been really nervous lately."

"Stressful job?" offers Tommy, definitely the voice of reason.

Although the subject is effectively over – for this evening – because Buck can't resist those blue eyes or those talented hands, he can't get the matter out of his head. Tommy thinks he should just ask Eddie, but how on earth is he supposed to do that? Buck realizes that his evidence for "Eddie's been weird lately" is very thin, and buying scented candles or acting suspicious is not a crime. 

But the pieces of the puzzle are adding up, albeit very slowly. Christoper says, Eddie washes his clothes every night, yet he used to hate even his weekly washing day. Athena casually remarks that she saw Eddie's doppelganger in Silver Lake. Because it couldn't have been Eddie, he thinks Silver Lake is overly hip and expensive, and he prefers completely different restaurants than the one where Athena saw someone who looked very similar to him. Strangely similar, that's for sure. Hen says that she collided with Eddie while reloading the firetruck, and he reacted weirdly when she asked him about a key ring he accidentally dropped and she had never seen on him before. 

The incidents pile up, and the 118 begins to worry. Tommy, although permanently in Buck's thoughts, hovers on the sidelines as far as the 118 is concerned, and his and Buck’s crazy shift schedules ensure that he doesn't catch much. He is therefore totally unprepared when, after what seems like an eternity, they finally have an evening off together and he is greeted at the door by Buck with, "Eddie's cheating."

Buck, contrary to popular belief that probably only exists in his own mind, is not an idiot, and he's completely smitten with Tommy. He knows it's not the smartest (or even the most polite) move to greet his love interest with another guy's name, even before the welcoming kiss. Buck is just so distressed, it makes him jittery. And he knows that Tommy has every right to be at least surprised, but more likely annoyed.

Tommy, however, doesn't even raise his brows at this greeting, and he is neither surprised, confused, annoyed nor offended. He just enters the loft, closes the door, looks at Buck attentively, and puts a hand on his arm (all the fine hairs there rise up) saying, "You're upset, Evan." Then he gently leads him to the sofa, they sit down, and Buck thinks, yes, indeed, I am.

It's just that he didn't expect this reaction. Buck knows he's a nervous wreck when things go differently than expected. For the most part, he has himself under control, he has adapted strategies, although his therapist describes this as evasive masking. But these strategies are usually necessary, because Buck has often run into walls. He's been told he's annoying, exhausting, overreacting and a dozen other unflattering things. Never before has someone he cares so much about taken him so seriously.

Tommy just lets Buck talk. Buck gives him his spiel on everything he knows about what happened, and it’s a confusing story about an Eddie’s-dead wife-lookalike. And then he drops the bombshell, at least that's how he feels, by saying, "I did that once, Tommy."

"You dated a doppelganger?"

"I'm serious," Buck says, but he can’t really blame Tommy for seeking to lighten the mood in this absolutely muddled affair. "I cheated."

He doesn’t elaborate, because this is nothing he likes to think back on. None of his best moments, definitely. And what kind of confession is that anyway? Is this something you tell someone you've only been out with a few times, had a few nice (hot) nights with? Rather, is this something you tell someone you care so much about? But maybe just then, Buck thinks. Maybe just then.

"You're scared," Tommy says, and it hits Buck to the core.

There's an icy knot in his stomach since Eddie told him the truth, and it finally has a name. The nervousness, his restlessness, all that shrinks into a single feeling, even if it doesn't make it any easier. Fear doesn't disappear just because it's recognized.

"Evan," Tommy says, and the care in his voice almost melts Buck, "I'm not afraid you'll cheat."

Buck takes a breath, but the words that were already on the tip of his tongue have suddenly vanished. That’s a strange thing to say, isn’t it? Just now, Buck’s confessed he cheated on a former lover, and most people would probably have replied reflexively that he had nothing to fear, that they would never do that to him. Even though it was him who cheated.

"How can you be so sure?" Buck returns, and strangely enough, he’s almost angry.

Because, let's break it down, Buck, when it comes down to it, the people he cares about will not want him, and they’ll leave. And if they don't, then he will leave; save himself the pain, because there has already been enough of that. He already knows what they will say, how they will react, doesn't he? Only... it’s different, it’s so different with Tommy.

Eyes as blue as a mountain lake, muscles saying don't mess with me, gentle words yet pithy charisma: inwardly and outwardly, Tommy is quite contradictory. But an enigma he’s not. A rock, Buck thinks, yes. That's what he is.

"I'm sure," Tommy replies with a confident smile, "because you want me as much as I want you."

Buck falls apart in the most pleasant way. Because that’s true. In all this mess, that is perhaps the only truth. Yes, Eddie lied, yes, the man cheated on his girlfriend, and yes, the parallels are scary because it's clear Eddie is shying away from a relationship. Eddie doesn't fall in love half as fast as Buck does, and he has certain morals and standards, and he has Christopher; all of that makes the affair seem so scary.

But Buck finally realizes that this can be solved. Eddie isn't just his friend, he's family, because family isn't what you're born into. Family can be a group of people who trust each other, and you don’t leave them alone, you take care of them and pounce on problems together.

And what is Tommy in all this?

Tommy with his loving gaze, his hand resting on Buck's arm, his thoughts only on Buck. Tommy, who doesn’t think he’s a nuisance because he’s talking about Eddie; he thinks Buck cares, and that’s valuable.

Tommy, somehow, is all of this and way more. For a pilot, Buck has never seen anybody so grounded, so stable as his boyfriend. Above all, he has never experienced anyone bring him down to earth so quickly, so easily and with such an inimitable look. His fear hasn't completely disappeared, perhaps that's quite impossible, but it's buried far, far down in a heap of thoughts that now revolve mainly around Tommy. He doesn't deserve the man at all. But he doesn’t voice this thought, because he allows himself a little selfishness. After all, Buck was struck by lightning and came back to life, only to be struck a second time. By Tommy.

"That's right," he says quietly, and then, as if it were a very sudden, very exhilarating realization, he repeats it, louder. "It's true. I want you."

Lock, stock and barrel, he thinks, and now his boyfriend finally gets what he deserves: all of Buck’s attention, all his care and affection.

Oh, and a kiss.

[tenderhungering]

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐗 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 — PLANNING PHASE + PREVIEW

(a/n) this is my first ever public writing piece! i’m very excited to share it but i must warn you that it’s a VERY rough around the edges. i’d probably call this a preview as to what i’d like to write as a full fanfic? a small scene from it. i will say i write in an odd style so i heavily apologize for the way i worded things! i wanted to test the waters and see if it’s anything worth continuing i think it could be very fun ! let me know your thoughts. :o)

i like to be transparent in the planning phases of things so i can get a feel of what you guys would like to see more of? you are ALL my beta readers now,,,

i’m thinking of the reader being some sort of journalist? i’m not entirely sure. i love the theme of exploitation and trauma so who better than someone who’s life work is writing about everyone else’s. jack definitely would call them exploitative, cruel, two-faced etc. mirrors of one another. there is something wrong with you. there is something wrong with you that is also wrong with me.

How often must you repent to feel the sin go away? Does that ever stop? Or does it always feel like your skin heating up underneath your clothes in shame — have you always lived in shame? The plush couch enveloped you both in a way you thought it would swallow you whole. After what you’d said, you thought it should have. For the feeling to go away, that is. Jack hasn’t said anything since you two had arrived from the chat at the diner. You couldn’t blame him.

In this light however, you let your eyes linger at the way he’d stare down at the floor, lost in his own thoughts. You never noticed it until now, but Jack had this perpetually sorrow expression. Every time he spoke to you — no looked at you, it felt like your very existence was enough to make his heart tender. Not in the way you’d like. Tender like a bruise. The wanton feeling hadn’t gone away for some time now, fingers clasped together in your lap. You turned your head away from his direction. Maybe it the feeling wasn’t meant to go away. Maybe you’d always been like this and he’d make you notice.

And sometimes you really hated him for it.

“Do you remember when we first met each other?” He spoke softly, still not lifting his head up to look at you. Like the very idea of it hurt him.

A hum from your end of the couch. You had interviewed him for an article when you had first met. A fluff piece. Nothing major. Something to make him appealing to the audience.

“And you were wearing that blazer.” he continued, head tilting to the side, threatening to look at you. But not quite there. It was never quite there with Jack. “And you asked why I got into television.”

“I remember.” Spoken like you were talking to a wounded animal. It had been a while since you’d use that voice. Since you’ve been spoken to like this.

“And I had said to you that it was because I was starving for something more.” The last word hung in the air. Tired. Worn out. “You asked what that more was?”

He hadn’t answered last time you’d asked. Only grinned like you’d somehow managed to figure something out deep inside of him.

Now couldn’t stay in one room together without it being with a sort of intensity that demanded you touch whichever way you could. Neither of you moved. Even when he finally locked eyes with you, defeated. Like you’d won. It did not feel like a victory.

“I want to be comforted.”

This admission of feeling small, constrained, pent up and touch starved. This glimpse at what made Jack up. Of grief and pain presented in the form of a man bare, yet fully clothed with clothes you can’t help but think weighed him down. Tie like a leash to some cruel owner that doesn’t allow him to stray further than a few feet away. Sitting in this silence, something had made the final pieces of thread that have acted like a barrier between the two of you unravel. You don’t respond, eyes staring, like a spectator to some act of holiness. Except this is like watching a saint bleed the same as you.

“Comfort me.”

It was said in such a way it feels like he’d been holding in air since he had met you. Or rather like he’s been hollow and something had placed itself in that space. Desperate. Longing. Almost pitiful enough to make you want to stop him from embarrassing himself from the way he pleaded such a thing. You don’t get a chance to. The phrase is repeated. Again and again. Like some sort of prayer.

He slowly lurches forward, crawling the way you’d imagine felt like a punishment. A repentance. For a second, you thought you might reach forward, prevent him from reaching you. Head placed on your lap like a dog.

“Please comfort me.”

[asherashedwings]

PICOS SCHOOL DESIGN DUMP

Pico

So, I decided that my previous designs for a lot of these characters are going to be more-so their designs during the events of the Pico’s School games. So when they were kids. Like, some will be a bit different, but for the most part, that’s how it is. So then these new designs are them as adults.

When trying to figure out Pico’s design, I didn’t know how I wanted his outfit in this new design to differ from his previous. Cuz like, that’s already the perfect Pico fit. But then I realized “omg, it’d be so much funnier if I DIDN’T change it.” Cuz he is definitely the type of me to be wearing the same clothes he’s had since middle school.

Like, Cass or Nin come back for a rematch, and they both look super different, and then they look at Pico and he looks NO DIFFERENT than last time they saw him.

Darnell

I immediately broke my rule with the previous designs with Darnell, cuz I just really liked the previous design’s outfit and was like “eh, imma use that for his adult design, and just change the kid design.”

I imagine he got that varsity jacket like, custom made, and it was like super fuckin expensive. But like, when he got it, he decided “wait, I don’t want the sleeves” and just ripped them off 💀

Can’t have long sleeves when you’re always working with fire ig.

Nene

I think Nene is the one I’ve drawn in alt. outfits the most. What can I say, I just really like drawing her and messing around with her clothes. So I had a lot of previous pieces of mine I could look back on for reference.

The main change that isn’t outfit related is her hair. I just decided to dick around and see what looked good, and landed on that. I think it looks pretty good, idk.

Also, gave her a WWJD bracelet cuz sometimes I forget she’s Christian and I thought it was funny.

Reminded me of this one stupid idea I had, featuring my very headcanoned version of the G-Squad:

Like, the G-Squad are doing their whole cult thing, worshipping the Peniliens, when the Pico trio burst in, and Nene says something like “THERE IS ONLY ONE LORD AND SAVIOR, AND HIS NAME IS JESUS CHRIST.”

And then they kick their asses, idk.

Also, here, them as kids. Pico just got spikier as he got older

Okay, time for some antags 💥💥💥

Cassandra

She was actually the first redesign I made in this batch.

Main change: Beard. I just sorta wanted to make the Penilien duo more androgynous. I imagine that they don’t really care about transitioning that much, since they don’t have the same gender roles and stereotypes as humans. Just “I’m [insert gender here], that’s it.” Also, I just think Cass slayed with a beard.

I also wanted to incorporate shaped from their alien forms more into their human disguises. So I gave Cass these big sleeve things to sorts emulate the big bulky arms she has in her true form.

One of her pincers is also chipped. This comes from the fact that in Pico’s School, one of her horn-hair things is shorter than the other, and I wanted to find a way to incorporate that.

Damien

I don’t think there’s much to say here that I have already said while talking about Cassandra.

I imagine Damien does less to hide his alien features, since he has a huge superiority complex and thinks Peniliens are superior anyways, so like, why hide his true colors? Why hide what makes him greater than everyone around him?

So yeah, that’s why he keeps his tail out.

Nin

YIPPEE, HEAVYILY HEADCANONED CHARACTER TIME‼️‼️

So Nin differs with the whole “previous design is them as a kid” thing, cuz he doesn’t really age past his age in Pico’s School. Cuz bro dies.

(Also, quick HC timeline: Pico 1 and “Pico 2” (the conflict with the robo-kids) both take place in middle school, while what I call “Pico 3” (the conflict with the G-Squad) happens in high school. So that’s why Nin appears less child-like; he’s a high schooler)

So like, I hc that when Pico killed Nin, Nin pulled some necromancy bullshit and revived HIMSELF. Cuz idk, that feels like some bullshit Pico’s School would pull.

So now he’s undead. His hair also sorta resembles horns cuz it’s sorta to symbolize his devotion to the Peniliens. If y’all are interested in hearing all the HCs I have for the G-Squad (or just PS in general), I might share more at a later date.

That’s all for now tho.

Bonus:

My color palettes for these fuckers. They’re all named after the MSI songs I associate with each of them. I do not support MSI, I just really like the music and it reminds me of Pico’s School for some reason, so I always listen to a lot of it whenever I get sucked back into this fandom

[quimichi]

Hi, I was hoping I could get a genshin and HSR match up if they're still open? I use she/her pronouns, and I have a romantic preference for men. I'm a big time introvert and not one for small talk but I always try to be polite and kind. I've been described as being too sensible by multiple people but I will also laugh at some of the dumbest stuff. My hobbies include writing, drawing and cooking, generally I like anything creative. I hope this is okay and that you have a lovely day!

A/n: I really hope you like my answer! I just thought that someone who can understand and appreciate you would fit so much more better than the opposite ♡

FREMINET

@ awww look at those two introverts in love ♡

@ understands you all to well. You want your peace and quite? He'll leave you to yourself and lets you draw, take a nap, read or whatever.

@ greatly appreciates if you'd do the same, but only really rarely. He does enjoy your company a lot! You bring him internal peace. Just having you sit beside him while he works on a new project really gives him motivation.

@ psst, he wants to show off, just a little ;)

@ takes you diving with him! I hope you're not scared of the ocean tho- if you are, he'll guide you through it. He never lets go of your hand, even if it means that he will have a constant blush on his face and butterflys in his tummy. If you really are way, WAY to scared tho, he would obviously never force you. You two just walk by the shore collecting some seashells!

@ and if you love/like the ocean, he would shyly ask you if you wanna join him. Like everytime he would ask you. Or at least if you wanna wait for him by the shore.

@ LOVES LOVES LOVES to see your drawings, if you wanna show them that is. He can also draw yk, so someone who shares the same talent would also mean for him to share his supplies. Dw, take them without asking, it's a relationship after all.

@ and if you want you can make designs for his toy projects for the kids!

@ Is just as sensitive as you, maybe more, maybe less. But what is definitely a fact, is that he will comfort you nonetheless. Depends on how you wanna be comforted tho. Bit i think his style would be, have a cup of tea and let it aaaall out. Vent on him, he can listen well.

@ the twins think you two were meant to be-! Really supportive of you two.@ And Father is just as happy, she can't show it, but you're part of the family now sooo...you better not hurt her boy :)

DAN HENG

@ well--if you love writing, you're prefect with dan heng cause he loves reading-

@ would understand if you don't want him to read your written pieces, but would feel very honored if you would show him. Even just a glimpse would get him to praise you.

@ if you do show him--damn he would unintentionally correct your grammar or phrasing. Not that he shits on your grammar, its just-idk how to describe it he means it really nice but in dan heng style it comes off more as cold

@ and the corrections of your phrasings are just ideas on how to change things or make it more interesting. He probably read more books than the whole astral express crew together, like easily.

@ thats why he would get it if you don't wanna show him---he's aware lol

@ BUT! what he would do 100% and nobody can stop him, is reading to you ♡

@ lay in his arms and relax. Let his soothing voice lull you to sleep~ And if you wanna read on your own, do that, he'll wait for you to turn the page.

@ would also 100% discuss what you two read afterwards lol. Like a lil bookclub

@ he can actually cook, very well too. But he always says his skills are nowhere near yours, even if you deny it, he stands his point.

@ gracefully DEVOURS your food and asks for a second plate ♡

@ oh look, someone who also hates small take, yay. You two were so awkward at the beginning of the whole relationship. The beginning of the whole meeting each other for the first time too!

@ it was definitely him who took all the first steps. Even more awkward cause....he only knows the most things form books cause he has no real life experience-

@ made the mistake of asking March-the things he went through just for you-you better be greatful (jkjk)

[ihavethedreamies]

HOLY FUCKING FUCK

Okay, this is a rant (completely trivial and is utterly unimportant)... ATEEZ just released some more teasers and I was looking on Instagram and saw this (got it from X/Twitter [i cropped the solos out since they didn't release them])...

...and I was looking over them, like, "okay, got it," and of course my eye goes to the bottom right since Jongho is my bias and I was like... ExCuSe Me (but first lets look over everyone else...)

Hongjoong is Captaining, as he does. This is a casual pose and it suits him well, not anything revolutionary (still amazing)...

Okay, once again, what we're used to. Seonghwa is absolute visual perfection as always, has perfect form and posture. Devastatingly gorgeous, right, but...we're used to that.

Yunho looks massive as always. Because he is. His is honestly a bit more cute than the first two, he's giving puppy for sure and I just love the hat.

We're ramping it up a bit here with a Yeosang. Gorgeous, stunning, marvelous, etc. His pose has the energy of Hongjoong and Seonghwa's put together. I love the turtle neck, honestly that one piece of clothing gets me more often than any lack of clothing... (i just realized he has two belts on btw)

San, fucking... God, he is really hot, that's really all I can say. His shirt could be a bit more open, but he is sitting with Confidence. Its sexy, of course, its just a shame you can't really see how Wide™ he is...

Mingi, love him to pieces, but his made me giggle. Its hard for me sometimes to take him seriously as Sexy or Cool, just because is so soft and sweet and >3<... but! His outfit is amazing: unbuttoned, undone bow tie, and he also looks Massive™...

He looks so much smaller than Mingi and Yunho is that chair (lol). There is something about him in this comeback that is GETTING me so much. I love when they wear the tie without the shirt to go with it. Also I think there is some weird cutout in the blazer...

And now, we have come to the whole reason I am making this post...

Choi FUCKING Jongho

There is ABSOLUTELY no need for this. He always sits like he not only owns the whole room, building and city block, but everyone in said room. This man is Dominant™, he is the daddy-kink incarnate and (to me) THE DILF. He is so fucking hot, like what the fuck. Why is this so sexy, like why? He is my bias, so maybe I am...biased (lol). But, this is just so good. As time passes the DILF-ier he gets and I am all for it.

If I still had a uterus (thanks Endometriosis) I would be pregnant because of this picture... This man is going to be the end of me and my ovaries.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[fiapple]

i'm getting towards the end of the skypeia arc, & i'd like to say just how much i adore the way the female strawhats have been treated.

just... every aspect of how the way their characters have been previously contextualized influences the story-line is treated with a masterful amount of consideration. we're given so many layers to both of them that enrich not only their characters specifically, but the arc, and the one piece world as a whole. without nami & robin having their specific skills, and their specific values, without those being built upon, the story would have come to a halt.

you could not have skypeia without nami & robin being who they are as individuals. not just because they never would've gotten there without nami, but also because the way these women think is itself foundational to the machinations of the arc as a whole.

to be totally upfront, if you think any other strawhats were more central to the skypeia arc than nami & robin were you are full-on fucking lying to yourself.

[franzias-cave]

lesbian jesus died for your sins before she could get a nicer haircut