#assigned mechanism at birth

[revenant-coining]

AMeAB, AMuAB, and AOKAB

[ pt: AMeAB, AMuAB, and AOKAB ]

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requested by @petrichorvoices

AMeAB / Assigned Mechanism at Birth: a neoAGAB where one is assigned mechanism at birth.

AMuAB / Assigned Musician at Birth: a neoAGAB where one is assigned musician at birth.

AOKAB / Assigned Octokittens at Birth: a neoAGAB where one is assigned octokittens at birth.

@radiomogai

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[enemui]

⁉️What your favorite Genshin Impact character says about you🫵

🐰Amber: Your favorite Pokémon is Eevee and your favorite Sanrio character is My Melody.

🌹Lisa: You're not scared of smart women but you are scared of interesting women.

🛡️Noelle: You don't know shit and plan on keeping it that way.

🫧Barbara: You either sell or buy gamer girl bathwater.

🦇Fischl: You're quarter-delusional. Like, you are delusional, but sometimes you're aware that you are delusional.

☘️Bennett: You have a soft spot for miserable little creatures and you desperately need a bigger character trait than that.

🍖Razor: You love dogs, even if they're old, ugly little goblins.

🐱Diona: You love cats and hate alcohol. Those are two rare instances of you feeling strongly about anything.

🔮Mona: You were assigned financial irresponsibility at birth, and haven't managed to do anything to change your fate.

🗡️Rosaria: You think having a healthy biorhythm is overrated. You also look like a human cigarette.

🖌️Mika: You let your feelings of pity towards others control you.

🍀Klee: You're the fun parent. You probably own a spoiled pet.

🦴Sucrose: You actually love to talk, people just hate to listen.

🧪Albedo: You're gay and neurodivergent.

❄️Eula: You're weak to corporate tricks. You should really work on that.

🦚Kaeya: You're not known to have functional relationships and healthy coping mechanisms.

🦉Diluc: You think you could get an edgy boy to open up to you. You couldn't because the moment someone is even a little cold to you, you will cry.

🦁Jean: You always order the same thing from the menu. Not because it's your favorite, but because you're scared of trying anything new.

🍏Venti: If being horny and annoying was a sport, you'd be an Olympic athlete.

🐇Yaoyao: You can be sold anything with a cute mascot plastered on it.

🌶️Xiangling: You wonder how a lot of different things taste like and you need to be stopped.

🧊Chongyun: There's a great disparity between how you want to be perceived versus how you are actually perceived.

💦Xingqiu: You are knowingly annoying and don't plan to stop anytime soon.

🎸Xinyan: You're misunderstood, but you definitely don't make an effort to be anything else.

⚰️Hu Tao: Your self-proclaimed pranks have resulted in actual damages to people's mental and physical well-being.

🎼Yun Jin: You've projected onto your partner before to the point you lost the ability to identify their actual character.

🥥Qiqi: You aren't swayed by public opinions.

🐍Baizhu: Close the wikipedia tab with a list of terminal diseases, you're fine, just severely dramatic.

🏔️Shenhe: You've been in abusive relationships. Not sure if as the victim or perpetrator, but you were in them.

🎲Yelan: You'd be perfectly content as a housewife. Just do chores and read smut.

⚓️Beidou: You don't mind putting in the work to change things to be more to your liking.

💎Ningguang: You have no qualms sucking up to people for a bit of societal advantage.

🍤Keqing: You've entered relationships before, thinking you could change them. No, that absolutely did not go well for you.

⚖️Yanfei: It's not just your exes who suck, you have an entire toxic friend group.

🔔Ganyu: You have an elaborate power fantasy about quitting your job.

🫖Madame Ping: You're a classy lesbian.

⚙️Guizhong: You present your opinions as facts.

☁️Cloud Retainer: You've been in a situation when you've found your girlfriend's mom more attractive than your girlfriend.

🪽Xiao: You're non-binary and depressed.

🐉Zhongli: You need a man to kiss the back of your hand. Also you have a strained relationship with your father.

🍁Kaedehara Kazuha: You don't care about looks, only vibes. You're also addicted to adderall.

🍃Sayu: You are serious about the silly and silly about the serious. Sometimes it's funny, other times you deserve to be dropkicked into the sun.

🎁Kirara: You have a crippling addiction to adorable girls.

🦌Shikanoin Heizou: You are guilty of the "thinking with your dick/pussy". Don't try to deny it, you didn't even care until his birthday became a national holiday.

⚡️Kuki Shinobu: You have better things to do than a well-paying job, such as arson.

👹Arataki Itto: You are a size queen. You also think you're way more interesting than you actually are.

🎇Yoimiya: You've had a crush on the same person for the longest time and every time you think you're over them, they make a request of you and you jump on it like a dog.

👺Kujou Sara: You could probably use hormonal therapy.

🍡Thoma: You think appearances don't matter as long as he's nice. You're also a terrible judge of character, so all your exes are just overall shitty people.

🪭Kamisato Ayaka: You cannot survive without your established social circle. Were it not for the luxuries of civilization, you'd be dead in a ditch.

🧋Kamisato Ayato: You have no self-respect, if a slightly above average man tells you to do something, you'll do it.

🐕Gorou: You don't need a man, you need a dog.

🪸Sangonomiya Kokomi: You don't know how to dress well, but you really want a girlfriend who does.

🦊Yae Miko: You think as long as a woman is hot, she can do whatever the fuck she pleases.

🌸Raiden Ei: You've been in a relationship with an unmedicated mentally ill person and walked out of that experience having learned nothing.

🧞‍♀️Dori: The world would be better off without you.

🌻Tighnari: You have an attitude and you refuse to reign it in no matter how inappropriate for the situation it is.

🪴Collei: You either have no idea what you're doing or you should be in jail.

🪷Nilou: You live quite blissfully, but dealing with you isn't easy. This is called ignorance.

✨Layla: Your best exam results come from days when you showed up to class hungover and on 45 minutes of sleep.

📐Faruzan: Your family broke the generational curse, which somehow had a negative impact on your character.

🪻Candace: You are the mom friend, but only because you have to be. Like, you're a mess, but you're a lot less of a mess than your friends.

🌺Dehya: You can draw yourself symmetrical eyeliner.

🃏Cyno: You probably have a good moral compass, but you still aren't easy to get along with.

🦅Alhaitham: You're, like, severely delusional. You either think he's like you or that you could be on good terms with him. Both of those are clear signs of delusional behavior.

🕊️Kaveh: I hate to break it you, but buying stuffed animals can't substitute for going to therapy.

☂️Wanderer: Most of the time, you're really cute, but you can be absolutely terrifying if you so choose. You're also trans.

💉Dottore: You're fairly submissive but if someone makes you mad, you'll make sure they regret it.

🌱Nahida: You're addicted to winning arguments. You don't even need to be right, you just need to feel like you've won, even if you resort to the method of wearing a person down until they no longer want to continue debating with you.

🌂Navia: You have leadership skills specifically in the "do as I say, not as I do" department.

🐧Freminet: You're non-binary and have anxiety.

🎩Lynette: You're very patient but you'd rather not be.

🪄Lyney: You have a dark secret and the dark secret is that you're actually a Danganronpa girlie.

🍷Arlecchino: You're not a good person but you genuinely don't think it's that bad.

⚔️Clorinde: You have fallen prey to misinformation on numerous occasions before.

🩹Sigewinne: You'd sacrifice your liver to keep a person happy.

🐺Wriothesley: You can be appeased by an act of hot girl shit.

🌊Neuvillette: You need a man to kiss the back of your hand. Also you have a strained relationship with your mother.

💧Furina: You're delusional. Could be affectionate, could be derogatory, it varies from person to person.

🦟Paimon: You don't know shit but you have an opinion on everything.

🐋Tartaglia: Your exes all belong in jail. So does your current and next partner. You never fucking learn, do you?

💰Pantalone: You don't need a healthy relationship, you need a sugar daddy.

🖤Capitano: You are, amongst other things, a monsterfucker. You want to be destroyed, but, like, lovingly.

🎀Columbina: You are a mix of a pomeranian and a Biblically accurate angel.

🎭Pierro: You are fatherless on an Olympic level. You don't need a father, you need a daddy.

💫Lumine: You're a hot girl. You're either stupid or evil, but you're a hot girl. If you're not a girl, you are a red flag.

☄️Aether: You have a crippling crop top addiction and you have no idea what to do with your hair.

🌌Dainsleif: You date people before getting to know them, but don't understand why you don't get along with your partners.

[adambja]

✨Law of Assumption | Reality Creation✨

The ULTIMATE Post on Tumblr - CREDITS GOES TO @X3N97 ON TWITTER

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The only post you would ever need.

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳

DISCLAIMER:

I am a Neville Goddard follower, it took me 2 YEARS to understand the law fully well. Through trial and tribulations it FINALLY clicked for me. I do NOT just follow any YT coach, only who understand the law, so my knowledge might contradict what you know but I hope you get something out of this thread, I want you to use your common sense, have an open mind, you never know, it might be of benefit for you.

Had to lay that out there, let's continue with the post.....

PART 1

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜

Wake up! It is time for you to realize you were the operant power all along, life never "happened" to you! It is happening through you! You can realize this by seeing how life is going around for you, any area in your life if you do a little reverse engineering you would realize you created ALL your circumstances, good or bad! There were never coincidences, you created it. With this realization comes more questioning, how does it actually work? It is through your mind, your consciousness, your awareness I want you to realize that EVERYTHING you see in your reality is perceived by your mind, ALL IS MIND, studies show that if consciousness doesn't exist, reality that you know now does NOT exist

Source 👇🏻

When we say "the 3D is an illusion" it really is. You're the one assigning meaning/creating whatever the circumstances, the problem is that you were on auto-pilot, the human's non-understanding of reality made you that way, but that will be over now as you realize you hold the power.

Science calls it "the simulation theory" You're the one simulating it with your mind, your awareness, your consciousness, as consciousness is the only thing that we can call as real, spiritually speaking, you're a soul living through body, you are NOT your body.

There are people who went to experience the 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘬, where you get into a tank and restrict environmental sensory, people report that they don't feel their bodies at all and that they are only "aware" goes to show how consciousness is ONLY real (video from the movie: 𝘈 𝘎𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘹, I highly recommend)

I CANNOT stress it enough when I say that you're 𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 as Neville says it, to think this reality is real and that you can't change it and can't be malleable, you do that EVERY single day but UNCONCIOULSY until you awaken to this truth

The truth that you've always been a conscious creator you were just deluded by society from birth that you can't be "supernatural" and alter reality...that this 3D world is real... but this is over! It's time for you to WAKE UP!

PART 2

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙨

How do we consciously create, you ask..

Let's read what science talks about reality creation..

In Quantum Mechanics there's a theory called "the observer effect" which states: the phenomenon in which the act of observation alters the behavior of the particles being observed" Which means whatever we focus on, be aware of; is changeable, more on that in this video:

If we explain this in more layman words, we will come to an understanding that reality CAN be shifted, with OUR MINDS through focus! There's also the theory in Quantum Physics where there are multiple version of you out there in the Quantum Field and the minute you observe that you become it!

Here's where the fun begins!

PART 3

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

Neville Goddard says "creation is finished" What does he mean by that? It means ALL things exists in the NOW, there was never past or present, there is always NOW It all exists. "All possibilities, all the things you desire, your healing, your job, your house, the wisdom you desire, the spiritual attainment you seek, the answers you seek, the partner, whatever it is, because we all desire different things, it's all finished and available."

So when you desire something, you're not trying to get it! It already exists, "Nothing needs to be summoned (manifested), but EVERYTHING already exists!" - Neville, all possibilities exist in the quantum field, all possibilities exist in the 4D. All you have to do is just SELECT that reality, with your MIND, your imagination.

• What's the difference between the 4D and the 3D?

One is where your mind generates images and thoughts so they can be reflected, it is your Godly power of accessing past, present, and future, the real reality, the 3D is just a reflection. 4D is where you CREATE

• How does the 4D pertain to the parallel realities where everything exists?

You access the 4D to choose what you want to experience in the 3D! If you desire it, know that the possibility of it EXITS! Your imagination is the TRUE reality, as Neville says: “When man finally identifies himself with his imagination rather than his senses, he has at long last discovered the core of reality” Remember when I said your senses (operating on the 3D realm) make you think your reality is fixed? It is not, it is always changeable.

Sooo....

• How do we choose/select/shift to the desired reality?

It was never about techniques and I will explain how you can CORRECTLY do this.

So we already know that imagination is the true reality (the 4D) and the 3D (physical reality) is just a reflection, a mirror, a shadow! And we already know there’s infinite versions of you out there and one of them that ALREADY has your desire

But...

• How do we access it?

By shifting your focus, your conciousness, your thoughts! Neville calls it “states of consciousness”

When you change how you’re aware of your desire, how you “assume” it, that is what it’s gonna reflect! Remember the observer effect? What we are conscious of it will manifest

What do I mean by “Techniques don’t manifest, you do!” Most of you go through the mistake of putting importance on them thinking that “if I don’t do it right, I won’t get what i want” here’s why they don’t matter! We already know creation is finished so every possibility exists!

And we already know we create everything effortlessly with our minds! And we also know there’s infinite version of us in the quantum field right?

• Let’s take an SP example (since it’s the most popular topic on loatwt)

Let’s say I am in a version of reality where I don’t have my SP, knowing about parallel realities, I know there’s a version out there of me where I have them! So how do I shift to that version? I just simply ask myself a simple question (this where imagination comes in play the real reality) I ask myself “How would I feel if I was ALREADY in a relationship with them?) I would feel all the feelings of having them ALREADY, I shift to that state, I embody it! I shift my awareness to KNOWING I already have them! Its not about “attracting” things to you, it’s about SELECTING the state, the awareness of my desire! How would I think if I had it already? I jump to that timeline (that I know it EXISTS) and experience what I want so it will be reflected in the 3D, because I experienced in my imagination (4D) so I KNOW It’s REAL, IT HAPPENED! The minute you don’t GIVE AN EFF ABOUT THE 3D IT’S WHEN YOU KNOW YOU CAN CONSCIOUSLY CREATE!!!! Remember 3D is a MIRROR of what you selected in YOUR MIND! When you feel it is ALREADY done! 0 to 100 REAL QUICK!

“So like what about techniques, I don’t affirm anymore?”

Most of you use techniques to produce results. You are still operating on the 3D realm, thinking affirming or whatever will make your desires come true, when in fact you have TO ASSUME the STATE FIRST!

Think about it..if you ALREADY have it would you still be affirming non-stop? How did you manifest when you didn’t know about the law before?

After you assumed the state (conjuring the feelings of ALREADY having what you desire and playing with your imagination) that’s when techniques come in handy! You start affirming NATURALLY and EFFORTLESSLY! You don’t strain yourself by doing it! You are living in the END!

Always LIVE IN THE END! It is done.

Just how this post is. 💋

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Regrets

anakin x f!reader

based on an this ask by @divxnee

(i’ve never written a pregnant reader, soooo bear w me pls hahah, also i’m sorry if this is a little sloppy, im jot the best with time jumping stories)

Fleeing order 66 with a baby on the way is probably as fun as it sounds.

(_____ indicate time jumps (flash back or present))

f/n=friend’s name

warnings: death, cannon typical violence, birth, cursing, implied sex, depiction of injury

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The dreadful sound of blasters and the chaotic struggles of jedi filled the temple. This was unimaginable; the Jedi Temple under attack, clones flooding in, and so many of your confidantes fighting for their lives. Never had you imagined that the order would fall.

Only a few hours earlier, you were strolling along one of the many balconies of the beautiful establishment, humming sweetly to the child in your belly.

You worked in the archive department helping jedi knights develop research portfolios for upcoming missions. You wouldn’t exactly call yourself part of the order, but you did spend most of your time around other jedi.

As a child you were classified as force sensitive, but your parents didn’t want to put you in danger, so they didn’t enroll you in the academy. 

Around a year ago, a duo of Jedi were assigned to a mission that required research from your sector of the archives. You were presented with a bearded master and his taller padawan; Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker. 

Of course all Jedi were heroes and almost larger than life, but you didn’t expect to be so starstruck by the duo.

You remembered giggling giddily when you heard they were who was being assigned to your sector. Your job required work with all kinds of Jedi, so you knew how to appear calm and collected, but something in your mind told you they were special. 

You met Kenobi briefly a few years back when he was researching for his Kamino Mission under your advisor Jocasta Nu. But you never had the chance to formally meet his younger, more wild padawan. Yes, you had seen him in the halls of the library and you had made…intense… eye contact with him, but never spoke. 

The first time they came in you made sure you were wearing your best robes; their pattern resembled that of head librarian, Jocasta, but were shorter in length and showed off more of your figure.

The men entered and greeted you formally, but you saw the lingering gaze general Skywalker gave you. 

As the research sessions began, you found yourself becoming more and more compelled to the enigma that was Anakin Skywalker.

He was skilled in combat and strategy; he was the best star pilot in the galaxy for makers sake!

He was as handsome as he was talented; his sparkling blue eyes, his broad shoulders, the way his dimples appeared when he would smile at you…

But that was only half of the appeal, his personality was golden; he had so much passion for everything he did, research, combat, romance….

Jedi were not to form attachments, which, technically he succeeded in. But for the time being, he was quite… present.

You remembered his flirty remarks and all of the secret touches the two of you shared while Obi-Wan was deep in his research. You knew it couldn’t last- he was a jedi after all- but you enjoyed it while you could. 

Sometimes he would come to the archives late at night to log “additional reading” and you would happen to be working the night shift.

Those sessions against the hidden bookshelves in the deepest sects of the archives were the most alive you had ever felt. 

His soft lips against yours, the way his robes would brush against your thighs when he went down on you, the feel of his hair entangled in your fingers. Not to mention the way his mechanical hand would grip onto your waist as he fucked himself into you. 

Maker, those nights were the best. 

As things continued and the two of you became closer, he would often find himself at your door after long days of training or missions. You would welcome him into your home, feed him, and hold him in your arms until the early hours of the morning when he’d have to sneak out and get ready for the day. 

You found yourself falling further and further for a man that could not be yours. 

_______________

A blaster shot landed uncomfortably close to where you were standing and a scream escaped you.

You were accompanied by a jedi whom you called your friend, he reached for your hand to pull you into another corridor away from the main fighting stage. 

You followed, praying that you and your unborn child would survive. Everything in the temple seemed to stop when you felt a searing pain in your abdomen; the baby was coming. 

You cried out and your friend whipped his head around, “Y/N!”.

With one hand you gripped onto your stomach and attempted to hold yourself up on a banister with the other. 

“Please- H-help..” You begged

He swung an arm around you to help you to a more secluded room (there was no chance the two of you would make it out of the temple if you tried to flee). 

Once the two of you entered an old training room, he gently laid you down on a training mat. You clenched your jaw as more contractions came- you knew you were due any day, but the stress of the siege definitely brought on the labor. 

He sat between your legs and began coaxing you through the labor. You cried and cried, not only was this excruciatingly painful, but your world was under attack and this baby that you would deliver, may not even see the light of a new day. 

Also you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to Anakin, where was he? Did the clones kill him already? Was he protecting the younglings? Was he safe? 

Not that he deserved your worries after what he did, but you just couldn’t deny the fact that you had fallen for him.

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After a particularly taxing mission, you found a banged up Anakin at your door at midnight. He was leaning against the doorway, cuts and bruises everywhere,

“Hey, Angel”.

You hurried him in and tended to his wounds, “You need to be more careful, you idiot”.

“I got back in one piece, that's all that matters right? Plus only one piece of me really matters for us” he joked, motioning to his crotch, but it made you more upset than anything.

“Anakin. You know that’s not true, you know I-”

He stopped your words with a shake of his head, “No, You know I can’t- we can’t…”

You brushed a stray piece of brown hair out of his face and responded, “Yes, I’m aware of your restrictions, but it doesnt change how I feel for you and I won’t lie and act like I don’t love you”

Maybe it was the exhaustion or maybe he reciprocated, but that night he allowed you to love him the way you wanted. That night, he too, reveled in your body, your mind, and your beauty. 

“What are you doing to me?” he said, pulling you closer to his chest, once the two of you were finally settled down. 

“Nothing you haven't already done to me” you responded, kissing him on the forehead.

His blue eyes blinked open and met yours, “I want to y/n…maker, you know I do…”

You didn't need to ask what he meant by that, you knew he meant love. You knew he couldn't, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. So instead you nodded to him.

“it’s alright, Ani… it’s ok”

_______

Weeks later you found yourself feeling odd, so you went to the clinic.

You were pregnant. 

The nurses congratulated you, but you were more worried about what would happen if you told the father. You were delighted to have created a life with Anakin, but you were so afraid to tell him… what if he hated you? 

In time, there was no way to hide your swollen belly from anyone, especially not the jedi you had been fraternizing with for the past few months. The two of you went on avoiding the subject, until one day he broke the silence. 

“y/n, i can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” you responded, trying to keep the conversation under wraps.

“Oh, don’t act like you aren’t fucking full with a child.” he snapped.

“Well, I don’t see the problem” 

“We both know it's my child…. I’m not allowed attachments and this child..”

“What Anakin? You won't be able to be a present father? Don’t you think I already knew that?! You can’t say you care for anyone, so why would I expect you to be there for this child?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, you don’t understand how it would feel to want to love something you couldn’t”

“Yes I do!” you yelled.

“Don’t fucking tell me that I don’t know how it feels! I’ve loved you since the first time you came to my door, Anakin. I know you can’t have attachments, but even so, I love you with my whole being!”

He breathed in and a look of sadness washed over his beautiful features. 

“y/n, our mission is over so we won’t need to research…I think when our studies end, so should we” 

There it was.

What you had been praying you wouldn’t have to hear.

It was over.

____________________________________

 With a final push, you felt your child exit and enter the world. You leaned back and relaxed your tense body, your friend wrapped the child and handed it over to you. You examined the child, it was a girl, a healthy baby girl. 

Her cries softly subsided as you held her and kissed her head. Your friend cut the cord and helped clean you and the baby up. 

The two of you sat in silence as the blaster fire and shouts of other jedi filled the halls outside. You looked over at your friend to thank him, but he was turned away from you and seemed to be shaking a little. 

“f/n?” you called to him, worried.

Before you knew it he had swiftly turned towards you and plunged a dagger into your abdomen. You didn’t understand… why?

As you looked at him with wide eyes, he clenched his jaw, “I’m sorry, y/n… I-I’m so sorry”.

He took his dagger from your side and you slumped over, clutching the bleeding wound with your free hand. Your baby started crying as you tried to hold her with your other hand. 

“f/n… I don’t.. W-why?”

“The jedi a-are corrupt, we must exterminate all remnants of the order so our new empire may rise” 

The jedi snatched your daughter out of your arms and you screamed.

“every remnant of the order….” he exclaimed as he was about to kill your daughter. 

In the blink of an eye the man was simultaneously shot by blasters and sliced by a blue saber.

As he fell you saw a hooded figure behind him, he looked familiar, but in your compromised state, you couldn’t quite tell. 

“y/n!” the man exclaimed

Anakin.

“A-anak-” you stuttered before a sharp pain shot through your body. 

He dropped his saber, grabbed the child, and ran to gather you into his arms. He looked into your eyes as he handed you the baby

“She yours” you managed, smiling slightly. 

“Anakin I was so worried they k-killed yo-”  

A squadron of troopers raced in, blasters at the ready; you gasped and tried to shield your child, but no shots ever came.

Instead, Anakin ordered them away and they followed his instruction, calling him “general Skywalker”...was he a part of this?

Slowly you turned your head to face him, “A-anakin?”

He forced the doors closed with his gloved hand and cast his gaze back onto you; his eyes softened as he saw you holding your daughter. 

“y/n, I’ll get you out of here”

“No, no, they’ll kill me” you cried

“I won’t let them, come on you’ll be ok” he said

You shook your head weakly and moved your hand to show him the large pool of crimson blood that stained your robes and the floor beneath you. 

“I don’t think I’ll make it out of this one, Ani” you tried to smile. 

“No, NO! Please y/n! You have to!”

“Please take care of our daughter, Ani” you managed before your body fell limp in the former jedi’s arms.

Your daughter was silent as she slid out of your arms onto the floor beside you; her head propped up on your side. 

“I love you…” Anakin whimpered out as he clutched your lifeless body to his chest. 

He took a deep breath and let out a guttural cry that could be heard all across the temple. 

For so long he denied his feelings and pushed you away, but when he finally tried to tell you his feelings, he was too late. 

He loved you , he loved you during his research, he looked forward to taking you as his wife as soon as the order had been destroyed, but here you were, dead…. Because of him. 

The sith that killed you was one that he and Palpatine had been working with… he killed you because of the ideology that Palpatine preached. The same ideology Anakin followed. 

how could he have done this to you?

You were worried about Anakin's safety, even after he had been so cruel to you and your feelings…

You believed he was good. You thought he was saving lives, not taking them.

Now what was he left with? Guilt and misery.

The baby next to him began to cry and he remembered that was his child. His and yours.

You would live on through this child. He gathered her into his arms and comforted her. She could have been killed too…and it would have been his fault. 

He wailed as he rocked his baby girl, what had he done?

Maker…what had he done? 

***

a/n: I hope this was good!! i tried to make it romantic yet angsty, also in this story we’re gonna pretend that padme isn’t his love interest and that he was looking forward to taking you with him as the jedi order fell.

[eliyips]

your pfp is trans xisuma - do you headcanon xisuma as trans? if yes what are your thoughts on that?

Yes! I am a trans man, and I headcanon Xisuma as a trans man :) Here's a couple thoughts about him being trans:

My Xisuma is an ender dragon hybrid. When I draw him without his helmet, you may notice that he has little horn stubs on the top of his head! This is because he intentionally shaves his horns down. Horns are a sexually dimorphic trait in ender dragons, only growing on those assigned female at birth. So, filing down his horns is gender affirming for Xisuma.

Xisuma has had top surgery, and takes hormones. I think it's fun to imagine one of the sciency-types on the server did his surgery and provides him hormones, but I'm totally undecided on who would have done that. Doc seems like the best bet. I imagine he must have some surgical skill, given his mechanical prosthetics, and he seems like he would be more than happy to help with X's transition.

Zedaph would be a funnier provider though. Xisuma is on that wacky experimental testosterone. Every few months he goes to Zedaph for a refill and has to get the damn stuff tested to make sure Zedaph hasn't changed up the formula again, or just swapped it for whatever Cool New Hormones that Zedaph has developed. Zedaph thinks its very boring that he just wants normal testosterone.

[cantheykillmacbeth]

Lightning McQueen?

Lightning McQueen from Pixar's Cars is yet another highly debatable character. Many things have been directly or indirectly confirmed to have analogs in the Cars universe (such as a Car Pope and a Car WWII), and there are a couple adult innuendos and references that are made (i.e. the female cars Mia and Tia "flashing" their headlights at McQueen in the first movie), but there is nothing that explains where the cars from Cars come from. The cars do canonically have different ages, however, with the most notable example being Maddy McGear:

She is shown in the third movie to be one of Lightning McQueen's biggest fans, and canonically has a mother, Melissa Burnabrake (who notably has a different last name), but this is the one and ONLY instance of what we can assume is a child shown in the ENTIRE Cars franchise. This results in a deluge of unanswered questions about the lore of the Cars universe, none of which have a definitive resolution to them. Are cars born? Or are they built and manufactured by other cars? Do cars have organs or do they have mechanical parts? Are new cars being produced at all, or is there a finite number of cars that simply get upgraded and repaired over time? Can a car change their profession at all or are they stuck as what they started as? are the cop cars assigned cop at birth (ACAB)? Is the deleted scene with McQueen's engine being removed and put into a broken-down steamroller to transfer his consciousness into it resulting in Mater doing the same with McQueen's body and stealing it for a joyride a canonical thing? What about the deleted scene where he falls into a mass car grave? Why are the bugs cars? The rodents? The cows and deer? How is there still food like sushi in the second movie if all animals are cars? Why do they both drink and pee oil? Did this used to be normal world filled with human that Maddy McGear made a Fairly-Odd-Parents-style wish to have everything be cars that retroactively altered the course of history?? DOES THE TSA SCENE IN CARS 2 IMPLY THAT THERE WAS THERE A CAR 9/11??????

...For the purposes of this blog, Lightning McQueen will remain uncategorized. Thanks for the submission. I need to go lie down.

[elliescumslvt]

RUIN ME - Ellie Williams

Mechanic AU Ellie Williams x AFAB (assigned female at birth) reader. There is no use of Y/N, or a chosen name for the reader. 2.5k words

Content Includes: oral sex/cunnilingus (reader receiving), kissing, cursing, pet names (pretty, baby, ex), sub!reader + dom!ellie, and overall vivid descriptions of sexual activity.

A/N: I apologize for how long it took me to put out another one-shot. I hope to start writing more again soon. :D Please comment with any suggestions about how I can improve my writing, or characters!

My fingers grip the wheel as I turn into the garage. For the third time this month, my car has an issue. First was my brakes, then my spark plugs needed replacing, and now my oil needed refilling. I push down on the brakes with aggravation as I park the car. I twist the key out of the ignition with one hand, and my other flies to the door handle. My fingers curl around the plastic, and yank on it. I kick the door open, and slide my body out of the vehicle. An exasperated breath leaves my lips as I now push the door back into place. 

My feet work quickly on the dirtied concrete floor. I could hear grunting from across the garage, and assume it was my familiar mechanic. My previously furrowed brows lift as I walk around a car to see a woman with auburn brown hair. The person in question pushes themself out from underneath a Honda, and stands up. They brush off any dust collected onto their coveralls before looking down. 

“Hello? What's got you all riled up?” Her lip jerks into a smirk as she peers at my frustrated state with amusement. As I notice this, my eyes wander around the rest of her face. Freckles litter her skin in a way which almost contours her nose. Her hair is half pulled back into a small ponytail, and is ruffled around her forehead. Strands stick out in random directions, only effectively catching my attention for a moment. What distracts me more is the woman's striking sage eyes, and pink cracked lips. Overall she looks scruffy, but in an oddly appealing way. 

“I’m sorry-” My voice slices through the air with an intensity which wasn’t intended, “Is Jesse here? My car needs an oil fill.” Unbeknownst to me, my eyes were morphing into slits as I glared at the mechanic. Additionally my lips are pouty with anger, and my hips tilt with a similar sass. 

The woman only chuckles, and rips off a glove. My sight follows her hand as she wipes her forehead. “Sorry, but Jesse isn’t here today. I’d be happy to tell him that-” She sticks her hand out to point at me, as if to ask for my name.

“Doesn’t matter. I can’t wait until tomorrow.” I am fast to respond. Both hands of mine dart to my head, and push against my temples. I rub them in hopes to soothe my increasingly growing anxiety. 

The mechanic observes my stressed state, and takes a step forward. She rests a hand on my upper arm, and pushes the limb down gently. “No need to get your panties into a twist, ey?” Her tone is still one of amusement as she speaks, but now includes a hint of false comfort. 

Her eyes sparkle as her thumb starts to rub rhythmically on my forearm. 

“Lucky for you, I’m always happy to do extra work for pretty girls.” I watch as her lips stretch into a prideful smile. 

All of my facial muscles quickly relax, and my mouth gapes open slightly. “Oh uh, thank you-” My eyes wander down her coveralls and rest upon an embroidered name tag, “Ellie.” In comparison to just moments ago, my voice is a lot softer. I suddenly feel awkward, and apologetic for my previously uncalled for attitude. 

“Always my pleasure.” Ellie’s tongue passes over her lip as she talks. Her eyes momentarily glint with something devilish. She begins to walk over to my car, determination laced in her steps. Her short hair sways with the wind and I watch it intently as we cross the cement. 

I lean against my headlights as Ellie reaches down to grab the car hood edge. As she lifts it, I watch her muscles contort under the pressure. I shield my eyes immediately from the sight. However, my efforts prove fruitless. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her hand dive deep into the car front. I suck my lip to be between my teeth, and grind down on the flesh. Thoughts run wild in my head, and I curse internally. 

After a few moments, Ellie stands up straight. She lets out a heavy sigh, and stares at the engine with a perplexed expression. “The problem is definitely not your oil.” She confirms my growing suspicions with a solemn tone.

This time I curse aloud, and my lip returns to its previous position. If I wasn’t so enthralled with my self pity, I would have noticed Ellie tracing my mouth with an enticing look. “I can’t deal with this shit.” I mumble under my breath. My eyes search the floor frantically as I try to think of a solution. When my mind turns up blank, I look to the mechanic with extreme plead. 

“It’s alright..” She responds in a soothing tone before taking a short pause. Her brows lift almost as if she had a realization. “Let me give you a distraction” Ellies’ tone switches to something more sultry and all promising. 

I inspect her demeanor for a minute while I try to find the underlying meaning of her proposal. Her pupils are swollen and her irises sparke. The hands which had been on the vehicle now shake at her sides with anticipation. “What.. What do you mean?” I can not help to hide the intrigue in my voice. 

Her smile grows with a newfound confidence from my words. She moves fast, fueled by a secret determination. Soon enough, the car hood is slammed shut and she begins to pat the red aluminum. “C’mere pretty.” The words pass through her curved lips naturally, and cause a chill to pass over my spine.

I take a hesitant step forward, and slowly turn my body around. I use my hands to push down on the hood, which lifts me up. Ellies’ hands fly to my waist, and she assists me. Once I am sat, the mechanic inches closer to me. My legs are forced to spread open to allow her to stand between them. Surprisingly, her limbs never leave my form despite my stable condition. My face muscles lift into a shocked expression, and I’m left speechless.

“I have been non stop thinking about this ever since you walked your pretty ass over to me.” Ellie admits with a smug face. Her hands start to rub up and down over my hips, and a digit catches on my clothing. I watch her eyes trail over my curves and up to my awaiting face. 

I am practically frozen in a state of shock. My face undoubtedly exposes my uncertainty, though whether Ellie saw and chose to ignore it or was too ravished with me is unknown. In a pathetic attempt to speak, my mouth gapes open slightly. My company notices this in an instant, but only chuckles at my struggling. “Do you want me to stop? Because if not, you should know I only intend to ruin you.” She talks in such a sensual and commanding way that I cannot stop the groan that escapes me. 

At this, Ellie suddenly snaps. Her body pushes against mine and her mouth greets my lips. I am momentarily unmoving, but as her tongue runs along my bottom lip my consciousness slides back into place. I reciprocate her desperation as our lips slide together. Saliva soon coats our skin, only allowing us to kiss more effectively. My lips part open to gasp as a hand snakes around my neck, stabilizing me. Ellie uses her current height advantage as she pulls backwards to crane my neck. Our heads are essentially parallel as we collide. Her forgotten hand abruptly lands on my chest. She now gropes the fatty skin through fabric, her fingers applying rhythmical pressure. This entices a groan to rumble in my held throat. 

Our mouths never leave each other as she lifts a leg. A knee ends up between the middle of my thighs, but doesn’t move any closer to my core. Thoughtless in the kiss, I happily accept the bony intrusion. Ellie leans her body daringly harsher on mine, which forces my legs to spread even further. My hips allow this stretch, though it stings and is unfamiliar. I whine against the car enthusiast's lips. Our skin pleasantly vibrates against each other, and this time coaxes a moan from Ellie. Her tongue returns to my entrances, and pokes at it impatiently. As soon as my foggy brain senses this, my mouth moves to provide an entryway. The damp muscle presses against the fleshy roof, before the tip licks at it. I struggle to verbalize my pleasure since a hand is still wrapped tightly around my neck. Only weak guttural shaking presents itself. When Ellie feels this, she tightens her digits to squeeze even harder. 

Without warning, a knee shoves against my pulsing core. The sheer contrast of temperature in the skin creates an odd nerve rattling sensation. Her knee digs deeper before starting the move up and down. The polyester of her coveralls rubs against my thin clothing article. My thoughts become clouded with dirty sin.

Lost in pleasure, I lose momentum in the kiss. Ellie struggles to keep up the arousing clash of our lips alone. With a frustrated grumble, she pulls her head away from mine. Eyes flooded with lust glare at mine. “Can’t even handle my knee, Baby?” My cunt throbbing intensifies at her taunting words. “Such a pussy drunk whore.” She spits. I am not only shocked at the harsarity of her words, but also the reaction of my body. The degradation only adds to my overflowing pleasure. 

The combination of friction against my core and Ellies’ voice lures a loud whimper. A beating force in my groin becomes intoxicatingly present. I grind my hips down against her knee in desperation, my ass sliding along the car hood. As if overwhelmed by my pathetic display, Ellies' head falls into the crook of my neck. She lets out low grunts as she continues to grind her knee into me. Her lips are so close to my ears that I swear I am able to feel my drums quaking. They shake against my inner flesh, and rattle my mind. I am so bombarded with pleasing sensations that my eyes squeeze and I cry out into the garage. 

Her hand groping my breast falls off, and lands on the hood. She flexes her fingers before using the arm to steady herself. Now her leg thrusts are much faster and reach deeper between my legs. Soft cracked lips press against the skin under my ear. I squirm beneath Ellie, and my jaw goes slack, no longer preventing myself from expressing my bliss. “I… I’m-” My brain cannot fathom to form words as my nerves are being inflicted with such delight. 

“Aw, are you close?” Ellie teases. She speaks through low laughter, and the expulsion of air blows onto my neck. 

My core tightens with ecstasy. Filthy nothings leave me as I grow even closer to bliss than before. I can feel my arousal soak through the fabric of my pants and onto Ellie’s. Just as I am about to snap, Ellie’s leg retreats from between my thighs. She presses a feather light kiss on my neck pulse, before pulling away.

She watches my face contort into a distraught expression. A boisterous chuckle echoes throughout the garage as the mechanic tosses her head back. “I couldn’t end this so soon, could I?” Her lips morph into a taunting smile, and her head tilts slightly to the side. I frown in dismay at her obvious attempt to play innocent. 

There is a soft thud as she sets her foot onto the tar. A hand then slowly moves toward my face, and cups it. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Ellie coos, her voice contradictingly soft in comparison to before. As she speaks, her knees start to bend. My eyes widen as I watch her slowly go down to crouch. Her face is now directly between my trembling thigh muscles, which slightly hang off the hood of the car. I can not bring myself to respond, as I am so shocked. Based on her previous statements, I anticipated Ellie to quickly get me off before fixing my car. However, that was everything but her intentions.

Rough hands travel to my waist, and experienced fingers work quickly to unbutton my pants. Her green eyes are narrowed into concentrated slits as she diligently unclothes me. Soon my pants are discarded somewhere on the cold flooring, my panties following. Her gaze twists into something more sinister as she stares at my dampened core. My folds glisten under the harsh overhead lights, and my clit is pink and throbbing. She observes my hole clenching around the air, and her lips turn into a frown. 

“El-” Just as I begin to say her name, Ellie’s face plants itself against my sex. Her tongue hungrily laps at my core, and her eyes flutter close as she admires the taste. On the contrary, my eyes grow wider. I pant out a curse, and my hands snake down into her hair. My fingers greedily pull at her auburn strands, pathetically attempting to pull her even closer. Abruptly, her muscle starts to drag up and down my folds. It gathers my juices before plunging inside of me. I moan at the impure sight of Ellie eating me out while I am sat atop my car. 

Her hands push down on my thighs, and pull them together. They cage her head in, though she seems to enjoy it. I highly doubt her ability to breathe, but she doesn’t seem to flinch. On the contrary, my entire body is shaking with delight. I cannot help but tighten my hold on her hair and yank her even closer. I don’t just need her against me, but enveloping my whole being. 

As my brain shivers with delight, it begins to dangerously wonder. If anyone were to stumble into the garage, they would be met with certainly a sight. One woman sat up on a car hood while another kneels before her and pleasures her. 

Ellie’s tongue works hard to bring me to my climax. My moans echo against the concrete walls. I suddenly feel her hum against me, which vibrates my wet folds. My core tightens and loosens uncomfortably, which causes my eyes to squeeze shut. 

“Come on, Baby. Cum on my face.” Ellie pulls her face just far enough from my sex to mumble. She speaks in such a soothing tone, that I feel I must comply. My orgasm washes over me, a slow calm wave. My nerves tingle underneath my skin as the sensation passes through. Heavy pants are the only sound being emitted from Ellie or I. Her eyes are wide and focused as she watches me.

 Once the climax has almost entirely run its course, Ellie finally draws her attention away from my lower body. Our eyes meet and we share a soft silent conversation. There is no doubt in my mind, and in hers, that I will be coming back to the garage again soon.

[chishiyasleftnut]

Omg I loved shy chishiya in the 7 minutes in heaven fic. Could you do some sort of shy chishiya smut pppllleeeeaaaasssseeeee.

Hi! ๑(◕‿◕)๑ I tried my best to do something that was kind of similar to the 7 Minutes in Heaven fic. I hope you'll like it :)

Groupwork

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warnings: Smut. Definitely out of character Chishiya, I'm sorry. Pairing: Med-school Chishiya x Med-school reader.

Plot: Awkward med-school!Chishiya and med-school!reader have to work together on a group project for school. They quickly realise their attractions to one another which sidetracks them for a bit.

2437 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

If it wasn’t for the big analogue clock placed above the door, the silence in the room would have made you question whether you’d gone deaf. But alas, you could hear. The silence was just that: silence. An awkward one at that.

You had booked a private study room in your university’s library for you and your assigned partner to write a dumb 5-page paper for your mandatory gynaecology course. Your partner, Chishiya, was at the top of the class. He was smart as hell, which is why you didn’t mind being paired with him to begin with. Surely the two of you would easily produce 5 good quality pages in no time, right?

Well, while you definitely thought so to begin with, you had blissfully forgotten all about the fact that Chishiya barely spoke to anyone who wasn’t the professor. You knew he could speak, you had heard his rather self-assured voice in class, so it was only a matter of him not wanting to.

Looking at the somewhat noisy clock told you that you had been sitting in dead silence for 5 minutes now. You therefore decided you would have to be the one to break it - at least if you wanted anything done within the 2 hours you had booked the room for.

“So…” you began, “gynaecology, huh?” You had hoped that would have inspired Chishiya to say something, but no. All he did was nod once; his gaze still focused steadfastly on the table. He hadn’t even looked at you yet. You began drumming with your fingers on the wooden table, unsure how to approach this. “Do you have any suggestions for the topic?” 

Chishiya began opening his textbook to scan over the various chapters in it. You watched him with expectant eyes, hoping he would finally say something. After a few seconds of pondering over the various topics, you heard his voice at last.

“What about hormonal birth control?”

Ah, his voice. Of course, you had heard it before, but this time it felt different. This time his words weren’t reverberating through a big lecture hall, his assertive statement repeating as an echo until your professor responded. No, this time he wasn’t speaking into a sizeable room filled with other people, instead his words were directly addressed to you and you only. Apparently, you had forgotten to reply to his suggestion, too concentrated on his voice, because you soon heard Chishiya speak again, this time a bit more carefully.

“We can also pick another subject if…”

“No!” you interrupted a bit too frantically, “no, birth control is great. A good subject.” A blush was growing on your cheeks, prompting Chishiya’s face to show a combination of confusion and relief at your reply. Okay, you had a topic now. Good start.

The two of you began working out the outline for your assignment. The room was quiet apart from the satisfying mechanical clicking sounds that your keyboards produced and the occasional short questions with the equally short, accompanying answers. Despite the awkwardness, the assignment was actually going pretty well. With the outline done, the two of you were now working on finding sources for the reference list.

You heard a hum coming from Chishiya and turned your head to see what he was doing. It appeared as if he was looking through the references, searching for something specific. Noticing that you were now looking at him, he decided he might as well include you in the search. “Have we cited Jefferson?” he asked. “Yeah, we have,” you replied before leaning closer to him to point to the correct citation on his screen, “it’s right here.”

You felt him stiffen up under your proximity. He almost looked like a Michelangelo statue, sculpted to perfection but stuck in position. As if you were Medusa, your closeness and sweet, flowery scent had transformed him to stone and made him unable to look at anything but you. You realised this when you turned your head to find that his eyes weren't on your finger pointing to his screen, but instead hungrily looking at your face. The blush from earlier reappeared on your cheeks once more, this time spreading as far as your ears, effectively turning your entire face cherry blossom pink.

Just as he was, you were now too unable to look away, completely captivated by the way he was taking you in, studying your face from your eyes to your lips. That was where his eyes lingered the most: your lips. Inebriated from the new but joyful feeling of being desired, you impulsively decided to give him what his eyes so desperately begged for, closing the gap between you and gently putting your lips on top of his, giving him the chance to move away if he wished to do so. Of course, moving away from your honeyed lips was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead, you felt him reciprocating the kiss, pressing his plump lips against yours.

Once the initial shock from the speed at which the circumstances changed was over for the both of you, you felt one of Chishiya’s hands move to cup your cheek. His touch made your mind go blank and you almost melted into his touch, wanting nothing more than for this to go on forever. If it was up to you, your lips would be locked together and the key thrown far, far away, binding you to each other for all eternity.

You felt his wet, soft tongue brushing lightly against your bottom lip, begging for permission to enter. Obliging, you parted your lips, welcoming him to explore you. He did just that, his tongue moving against yours, finding your taste to be as sweet as the perfume he could smell on you. His other hand moved to your waist, his thumb caressing your clothed side. With your arms now moving around his neck, he manoeuvred you from your chair onto him, so you were now seated in his lap, straddling him. The intensity of the kiss only increased, the both of you desperately wanting - no, needing - each other.

To his displeasure, you broke the seal that your lips had created and pulled away just far enough for him to still feel your warm, shaky breath on his face. Although you were incredibly breathless from the kiss, the smile on your face exposed the fluttering feeling of a million butterflies that you currently felt in your stomach. It was a very welcomed feeling and one that Chishiya likewise seemed to experience. “Let’s take a break from studying, shall we?” you suggested. He didn’t reply, instead immediately going back in for another kiss not wanting to go even a second without the feeling of your heavenly lips on his.

Warm, strong fingers moved underneath your shirt and up your back, simultaneously scratching you and pulling you closer to him. The sensation of his fingertips caused you to sigh into the kiss, making it impossible for Chishiya not to smile. He knew you loved it and that only made him crave you even more. After all, isn’t it more fun when both are equally longing for each other?

A rush of bravery swept over Chishiya, and his slightly shaky fingers began working on unhooking your bra. Fortunately, he succeeded without much trouble, freeing your shapely breasts just enough for him to be able to slide a hand underneath the cups and grab a hold of your left boob, squeezing hard as he explored the fatty flesh. While doing this, he unintentionally ran his thumb over the hard peak of your breast, earning him a moan as you felt your arousal pool in your panties. Surprised but delighted by your reaction, Chishiya repeatedly flicked his thumb over the sensitive nub, enjoying every moan he managed to get out of you.

Not being able to take it anymore, you grabbed the hand of his that was currently playing with your chest and guided it down your body until it landed between your legs. Looking at Chishiya’s face told you that this was not how he expected this study session to go, but he definitely wasn’t complaining. Carefully, as if he was worried of doing something wrong, he began trailing his fingers up and down your soaked underwear, focusing extra attention on the top where he could feel your clit. Each time he touched you there, you couldn’t help but jump slightly, as if the pleasure you felt from every touch came by surprise.

Once he had gotten more confident in his movements, Chishiya hiked up your skirt for easier access before pushing aside the now completely wet fabric hiding your center. The cold air made you gasp, but Chishiya quickly replaced the coldness with the warmth of his fingers. You felt his digits run up and down your folds, coating them in your arousal before he pushed two fingers inside of you, keeping them still there. Without thinking, you rested your forehead against his as you pleaded with a shaky breath: “Please.”

Wanting nothing more than to give you what you wanted, Chishiya dragged his long fingers against your front wall causing your please to turn into whimpers and soft moans. Adoring your reaction, Chishiya kept repeating the same come-hither motion that you so clearly loved, wanting nothing more than to please you.

And please you he did. Animalistic urges overtook your senses as you began riding his fingers, giving yourself every last bit of pleasure that his fingers could provide you. Wanting to further your gratification, Chishiya pressed his thumb against your clit, essentially turning his hands into toys meant for yourself to use as you craved. With quiet moans escaping your lips and your eyes closed to focus on the sensation, you didn’t notice how Chishiya was studying your face once more. With eyes lit up like a little kid entering a candy store, he looked absolutely in awe by the way his fingers could cause such a reaction.

Unable to contain himself for much longer, Chishiya pulled his fingers out of you and grabbed your hips to make you stand up from his lap. You were just about to complain about him being a tease, when you noticed what he was doing. With you now no longer seated in his lap, he had the ability to unzip and pull down his pants, taking his boxers with them and freeing his hard length. His hardness, already dripping with precum, slapped up against his shirt, staining the fabric. Either he didn’t notice or didn’t care, because instead of reacting to it, Chishiya grabbed a hold of his dick with one hand and your hips with the other, pumped himself a few times before lining his length up at your entrance and then lowering you down onto him. 

The echoes from the carnal moans that sounded from the two of you almost harmonised through the acoustics of the study room as you got used to each other’s bodies. Your tight walls were securely hugging his hardness - a sensation that caused his dick to twitch inside of you with every micro movement you made. With his hands still gripping your hips, Chishiya guided you up and down, providing the both of you with the arousing stimulation you were both so desperately needing.

Chishiya’s strong fingertips were almost painfully digging into your hips, but right now you were unable to focus on anything but the pleasure his body offered. Even the previously deafening analogue clock above the door got blocked out from your senses - instead the only thing filling your mind was how Chishiya repeatedly hit your sweet spot each time he guided you down onto him.

Without you noticing, one of his hands left your hips so his thumb once more could reconnect with your clit. Remembering how you liked it before, he gently pressed down on the sensitive pearl adorning your centre so he could stimulate it with each bopping movement your hips made. Clearly, this tactic worked because before long he felt your walls hug his length tighter and tighter, making it hard for him to hold back. Your eyes were starting to completely unfocused from reality as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten more and more until… snap.

The sound that left you was uncharacteristically loud - loud enough that Chishiya swiftly covered your mouth with his hand to muffle the moan. You were still in an off section of the library after all and neither of you were entirely sure how soundproof the study rooms were. As your walls pulsated around Chishiya’s hardness, he too let his bodily urges take over and emptied himself inside of you. You were both in pure ecstasy, experiencing the lustful fruits of your joined labour.

Once Chishiya’s hand lazily slumped from your mouth and down to your thigh, he rested his forehead against yours again and allowed your hot and heavy breaths to mix together as one. You sat like this for a while, permitting yourself to relax and take in the moment, before Chishiya gently tapped your thigh to politely ask you to get off him. You chuckled tiredly but did as he silently suggested, lifting your legs off him and readjusting your underwear so your core was covered once more. Looking down at Chishiya’s body, you saw your mixed, sticky arousal covering the base of his manhood, but Chishiya quickly covered it up by pulling his pants back up over it again.

You were now back to sitting in silence, but this time it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward. Instead, the silence allowed you each to think through what had just happened. Was this a one-time thing? Should you suggest making this a recurring act? Did this mean you were anything more than just classmates? You were both pondering over these questions while you worked together on the birth control assignment once more. After a few minutes, you heard Chishiya’s deep voice again for the first time in an hour.

“Speaking of birth control, you’re on it, right?”

His question made you laugh. Perhaps it was a bit late to ask that, but thankfully you were. “I am, no need to worry,” you replied. You heard Chishiya sigh with relief - the last thing either of you wanted was for this impulsive, passionate moment to turn into a lifelong commitment. Silence ensued for a while again before Chishiya spoke up once more, this time with the same confidence you heard him speak with when in class.

“So… I assume you wouldn’t mind being partners on future assignments?”

[genderkoolaid]

"Because these mechanisms push us into being either a man (and not a woman) or a woman (and not a man), they often differ in how they push us: the ways they push one to be a man differ from the ways they push one to be a woman. This is manifest when mechanisms of assignment are violent. Katherine A. Rimes and colleagues (2019) compared victimization experiences of non-binary and binary trans youth according to sex assigned at birth. They found that AFAB study participants, both binary and non-binary, were more likely than non-binary and binary AMAB (assigned male at birth) participants to experience sexual abuse. Rape and sexual abuse push one into a woman’s patriarchal position by extracting feminine-coded goods. They “make” their targets women by forcing a “failed woman” or a “disobedient woman” into the patriarchal feminine sexual role (Rimes et al. 2019, 237). Meanwhile, when mechanisms of assignment violently push one into a man’s role, they often aim to provoke one into enacting patriarchal masculinity. They try to goad the target into violence, dominating others, or sexual abuse of women. This may explain why Rimes and colleagues found that AMAB study participants, both binary and non-binary, were more likely than non-binary and binary AFAB participants to experience physical assault (ibid., 237)."

— The Logic of Misandrogyny by Jeff M. Engelhardt

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: M6 when the child they have with you is an exact carbon copy of them

To clarify: said children are, by natural or magical processes, the biological child of MC and their beloved; and the child's assigned sex at birth is the same as the love interest in question. Apparently all your traits are recessive.

Julian

There are two drama kings in the house now, and only one stage. That may or may not be a good thing

Baby proofing the house for this level of clumsiness is impossible

Child has the same thirst for knowledge and insatiable curiosity, with even less maturity (can you blame him? He's a kid!) And it gets him into so much trouble

Julian is teaching him how to be The Best Actor

They put on plays for you in the kitchen and rope you into it

Child has the same tendency to mentally spiral, and teaching him the coping mechanisms he needs for it is helping Julian grow so much

Same tendency to get himself tangled up in ridiculous situations.

The best moment was when he (as a five year old) walked up on stage in the community theater during a play so he could confront the villain up close for treating the heroes so badly

The actors were so charmed they improvised him into the performance

After you put him to bed that night you found Julian crying into his leeches, he was so proud

Child now has a standing invitation to star in any appropriate performance

Portia makes him his little costumes

Mazelinka is always in the front row adding a cutting commentary loud enough for the entire audience to hear (they love it)

The South End has sworn their allegiance to him

Nadia jokingly calls him her little rival

Asra

So many pranks

Asra is determined to be the best parent they never had, and staying present in his son's life is giving him a whole new perspective on his childhood and his parent's experience

It leads to a few rough conversations he was avoiding with them, but yields the best results

Grandma Aisha and Grandpa Salim

Always down to watch your kid when you two need a break, but beware, he'll come back with a plethora of new spells to use

He loves Faust and she loves him. He practiced crawling by following her around the shop

Does not know his limits and does not want to. Asra has to remake the wards on the doors to the shop every few months to be harder to unlock because his son keeps trying to go off on unannounced trips

Regularly steals the big feathered hat and wears it around the shop. It always slips over his eyes

Sees the way Asra fawns over you and follows that example to a T

Sometimes you team up with him to prank Asra

One morning you couldn't get Asra to wake up for breakfast so you gave the kid some markers and let him play Picasso all over his dad's chest and face

Asra noticed the two of you giggling all morning but couldn't figure out why until he caught themself in the mirror just before lunch

So proud of their son's artistic talent he refused to wash it off

Wore the most chest exposing shirt he had to show it off

Muriel was so confused when you three went to visit him that afternoon

He remembers meeting Asra at that age by the docks, and begins teaching the child how to paint on animal carvings

Child likes to practice on Faust with watercolors now. She feels fabulous.

Nadia

Raising an independent child who is convinced she knows best and needs no help is Difficult

Nadia is much quicker to lose her patience with her than you are

They both rant to you about how difficult the other is

Have fun being the peacemaker

It's actually not that bad, Nadia knows exactly what her daughter feels like and goes out of the way to help her feel empowered and unique

It's important to her that her daughter has a good upbringing, but she also wants her to have the freedom to pursue her desires

So competitive when you three go horseback riding it's not even funny

This little girl has so many doting Aunties she's at risk of getting spoiled rotten

Natiqa teaches her the art of negotiation very early on and this little girl is so precocious she picks it up right away

Next time Nadia is entertaining visiting dignitaries she crashes the reception and start negotiating a trade deal

The visitors are impressed, slightly intimidated, and completely caught off guard

Nadia takes full advantage of that and the two of them work together to seal the deal

You begin having terrifying visions of what would happen once she grows up and the two of them share a common goal, or worse, a common enemy

Portia is the worst enabler and fills her in with all the palace gossip she desires for her to use as she sees fit

Muriel

You didn't know a baby could be this quiet

You start to worry a bit with how little he talks, until one day a butterfly lands on his chubby little fist and he's so excited to tell you all about it that he almost forgets to breathe

Basically he doesn't speak unless he feels like it, or until you find something he likes and then oh boy he's so happy to open up and chatter about it

Like Muriel, he's big for his age, but unlike Muriel, he grows up out in the woods where he doesn't have any reason to worry about it

Muriel can't stop marveling over him

He wakes up every morning and finds so much joy in giving his son a childhood full of life and wonder and peace

Realizing how much he would do for his son gives him appreciation for what his parents tried to do for him

Innana is fiercely protective

When your son was learning to walk she would stalk beside him just in case he needed her as a landing cushion

It's not uncommon to find the two of them curled up together under a tree taking a post lunch nap

He adores Uncle Asra

Asra stops by pretty regularly, always with something new and interesting for their nephew

But the best days are fishing days

Muriel will get up early with him and they'll trek out to their favorite fishing spot so you can have a day to go into town

The two of them will sit side by side, maybe they share some conversation, maybe they enjoy the quiet together

So excited to show you everything they caught

He definitely inherited his father's love for eel

You'll make a campfire for the catch and feast all evening, until he falls asleep under Muriel's cloak and you carry him inside for the night

One time he was watching some of the chicken's eggs hatch and the babies imprinted on him

Watching him walk around giggling both confused and delighted with a gaggle of chirping yellow puffballs trailing him was one of the best afternoons of your life

It wasn't so great when the sun went down and you told him they weren't allowed to sleep in his bed and he'd have to wait until morning to see them again

Portia

There is so much hair, everywhere

You love them both and you love their beautiful curly red hair but you just pulled a strand out of your tea and you don't know how much more you can take

One of her first words was "Pepi" and she was mimicking the cat before she was speaking full sentences

Portia loves to play tag with her in the garden, chasing her around the vines and diving in for tickle attacks

The baby squeals. The baby giggles. This child is laughter and joy personified

This child has no concept of danger and it makes Nadia so stressed

She hears you call the Countess "Nadia" but she also hears Portia call her "milady" so she just calls her "miladidalia"

The palace is her playground once she's old enough to walk over and all the staff adore her

Knows all the shortcuts and secret tunnels in the palace by the time she's 7

It's not hard to find out where she is though, just follow the giggles

Ilya adores her, it's his precious little sister all over again!

He drops by almost every day with an offering for the princess

The first time she calls him "uncilya" he cries

You trek into town with her and Portia every week to visit Mazelinka

Lots of singing and dancing together

The summer after she turns 6 she tries to stowaway on Mazelinka's ship

She almost succeeds

Cue you and Portia hunting all over Vesuvia in a frenzy

Nadia has all the palace guards out looking too

The guards all know and love her already, they would have rebelled if she hadn't let them

Asra's tracking magic points you in the direction of the docks, where Julian gets one of the vendors to admit to giving her a ride to Mazelinka's ship (he didn't know what she was plotting)

They set sail this morning and now the moon is coming up

Nadia's already summoning the royal yacht when Mazelinka's ship reappears on the horizon

So many kisses and hugs and tears of relief

So much scolding the next morning

Deep down once the panic has subsided Portia is so proud and excited for her little adventurer

From then on you start incorporating important traveling skills into her upbringing (world maps, basic self defense, phrases in the main languages) because you know it's only a matter of time before your little girl takes the world by storm

Lucio

Lucio's trying his best, he really is, and it helps that he understands his son so well, but taking care of kids does not come naturally to him

Especially quiet displays of affection

Thankfully his son is anything but quiet

He loves following Lucio around and piggybacking off of his antics

If he's not mimicking his father he's off with Mercedes and Melchior terrorizing everyone in the vicinity

You understand now why Morga had such a hard time letting Lucio suffer consequences

He is adorable when he is in trouble, and also so scared

You have to learn the balance of letting him understand what he's done and suffer the consequences while letting him know you've got his back

Lucio on the other hand indulges his every whim

The two of them have a shared love of shiny things

He likes to put on his dad's fancy regalia and strut around the palace like a peacock

Most of all, he wants a pretty golden arm like his dad

Has a tantrum when he tries to pull it off of Lucio's shoulder and it doesn't work

It leads to a very helpful conversation about why Lucio has a golden arm, and what wars are, and the importance of valuing human life

Lucio is so impressed with imparting that lesson early that he immediately commissions a golden sleeve/glove for his baby boy as a reward

Now they match \^.^/

[directdogman]

Dialtown related question, when ppl in the Dialtown universe are born, are they born with their default gross flesh heads or are they born with the phones/typewriters automatically,,

Since I joined this gay little fandom I’ve always wondered that, ty for your time :3

i get this question a lot and i've kind of intentionally avoided going too deep into the mechanics of it (aka, how baby's physically look when they're born) because perhaps some information is best left in my head (or in this case, Crown's.) But, I guess I'll throw you guys a bone, since you've all been so good. Alright, here's a recap of what I've previously said about this topic with a smidgen of extra context attached:

Anyhoo, no, in Dialtown's universe, babies do not come out with object heads already attached. All births would for sure have to be C-sections if that was the case, and natural births would be fatal! Crown would never put his name on such shoddy design! Crown's design actually heavily REDUCED fatal birthing scenarios (as what the baby is born with is much much thinner than a normal head.) Off topic, but Crown's phone heads having a separate hole/eating slot for food also means that many designs of phone heads (namely, his own and all that copied his designs) are designed so people cannot choke to death on food, like we can. Again, Crown would never put his name to such shoddy design!

Heads are applied directly AFTER birth. In most cases, it's usually applied based on the sex of the child (though, not always. In most places, the parents get the final say), but the head assigned at birth can always be altered later. In a sense, your head is kind of like an analogue to gender in the sense that it's more of an identity than something extremely literal, but it just so happens that most people's correlates with their born sex (with most guys being phones and most women being typewriters.) Ofc, there's people who don't identify as either (and extra apply parts to their head) and then there's people who replace their heads for, say, their jobs (in this case, you could say that their career is the core identity before their gender, in a sense.) Head more or less equals core identity, basically.

When Crown designed the system, modularity was something he always intended for. Karen's head (for instance), being a printer, was given to her as a young toddler to help her communicate (as she struggled to communicate verbally and seemed to struggle developmentally, prior to the swap.) While this may seem like an impressively modern adaptation that's conveniently possible more or less by coincidence, these kinds of adaptations were one of the core reasons Crown wanted the heads to be modular in the first place. After all, Crown initially went into creating prosthetic limbs in order to help folks with disabilities!

Hope this answer helps!

[spacelazarwolf]

what's that thing you mentioned about the ossified larynx? does that really affect your voice?

obligatory i am not a vocologist, this is just what i've learned as a trans singer (and someone who used to be a voice teacher and hopes to be again someday) from articles and professionals who work with or are vocologists.

calcification of the cartilage in the larynx (the tissues becoming harder and less flexible due to a buildup of calcium) typically begins around age 18 and the cartilage will begin to ossify (turn into bone) in the late 20s or early 30s. most people in the field of study around the human voice say that the laryngeal tissue of "women" (people who were assigned female at birth, not accounting for folks on hrt) tends to complete ossification in the late 20's and for "men" (people who were assigned male at birth, not accounting for folks on hrt) in the early 30s. there hasn't been as much research done on trans voices, for obvious reasons. i found one study done on one transgender man, and there is a book about teaching trans voices that i have not read yet as it is pretty expensive.

while everyone's voice and body will react differently to hrt, in general: if you (a person assigned female at birth) start testosterone before calcification begins, your voice will develop pretty much exactly like someone who was assigned male at birth that is not on any sort of puberty blockers or hrt. your larynx will grow and tilt (which is what causes an "adam's apple"), and your vocal folds will thicken and lengthen along with your larynx, and (most likely) it will follow a "male" pattern of calcification and ossification.

if you start before your larynx begins to ossify but after it begins to calcify, depending on the degree of calcification, you might have more difficulty adjusting to vocal changes, your larynx might not grow as much, which means your vocal folds won't have as much space to lengthen, but it won't be an extremely noticeable difference.

if you start after your larynx begins to ossify, it will be similar to the above. depending on the degree of ossification, your larynx may not grow much or at all, and your vocal folds might not lengthen much or at all. they will still thicken so the voice will still drop, but you might notice that you can't produce as much volume or depth of tone as an average cis man.

if you start after your larynx has ossified, the larynx will not grow so the vocal folds won't have room to lengthen, but they will still thicken so the voice will still drop. you will likely not be able to produce as much volume or depth of tone as an average cis man.

which all sounds kind of scary, especially when you get to the post-ossification stage, but it's really not. in terms of vocal capability (not what your voice sounds like in the moment but what it's physically capable of sounding like), the only time you might see significant differences between your voice and the average cis man's is when you're singing, particularly if you're singing in a genre that requires a lot of depth like opera. for just speech, most people on testosterone have the vocal capability of matching a cis man's.

a myth i've heard a lot is that "tranny voice/t voice" is caused by the above changes (calcification and ossification etc.), but it actually has a lot more to do with speech patterns, the way you produce sound, not your physical vocal mechanism. if you grew up using speech patterns that are generally associated with "women", speaking more forward in the mouth, upspeak, less space at the back of the throat, less lifting of the soft palate, when your vocal folds start to lengthen and the pitch of your voice drops, that usual buzzy resonance can sound out of place to cis ears. if you love your t voice, then fuck cisnormative vocal standards. speak with whatever tone and resonance you want! trans people should not have to voice train to become palatable to cis people.

however, if you do want to train your voice to make it sound more like a cis man's would, exercises that encourage you to lift your soft palate and open your throat will help with that. some people have success with picturing the voice "coming from" further back in your mouth (which will give you a darker resonance) rather than close to your nose or teeth (which will give you a more forward resonance).

but of course, as with most discussions around hrt, it really does depend on how your body responds. everyone's voice is unique, and everyone's journey is unique.

this article goes a little more in depth about the actual process of calcification and ossification when it comes to singing, but it's quite technical and is mostly talking about classical singing.

[gallusrostromegalus]

When I was reading Bleach for the second time, I was surprised by how many characters in the Soul Society weren't actually souls from the living world, but were, like, born there and how this has been going on long enough to essentially form an aristocracy.

I had a specifically worded question about it for you, but it's completely gone now.

How's Renji and his snake-baboon? Personally, I think the swords and by extension Bankai should be able to talk smack more often and was disappointed that animal themed ones didn't become more of a thing.

To answer how I'm handling the "who is born in soul society and who just re-incarnates there?"

If you're a soul that died in particularly charged circumstances, Died particularly young, needed to be escorted by a Shinigami, had to be de-hollowfied or otherwise have wildly unfinished business from your previous life, you're more likely to be reincarnated with at least some of your previous identity. 50/50 chance you'll remember ANYTHING about your previous life though.

If you're a soul that lived a long or particularly fulfilling life, managed to get to the afterlife yourself, were a baby that dies before you were a year old and didn't have a fully developed memory, or are generally chill about the whole "being dead" thing, you're more likely to be reincarnated as a baby birthed in the afterlife, with no recollection of your previous life.

WHO is reborn, who is reincarnated, who goes to soul society and who goes to Hell is not actually Known by Soul Society- the sorting of the Dead is actually the provenance of the Demons of Hell, who have a running metric on every soul in the living and spirit worlds so the second you're dead they've got you sorted.

The Shinigami HAVE been able to make educated guesses about at least some of the metric by keeping extensive notes on the souls they help move on- Who linger and why, who turns into a hollow and why, who goes to Hell and Why etc. but the exact metrics and mechanisms used to assign people's place in the afterlife is a mystery- which is why Soul Society doesn't runite people in the afterlife and has such trouble keeping track of people in the Rukongai- they literally have no input or knowledge of who goes where, when or why.

As for Zabimaru: They (plural- the monkey and the snake) are doing well, though they were more than a little alarmed when Renji was suddenly transferred to the 11th division* after his time in the 5th and found out that, unlike literally every other person** they've met, Zaraki can just passively see and interact with Zanpaktou Spirits***.

*There is extensive chicanery afoot regarding Renji's career in the Gotei-13 **Note: a broader category than just "Human" ***He can't really harm them in spirit form, but he can talk with and generally annoy the shit out of them. This is Extremely Weird, but he's an Extremly Weird case.

Hilariously, Zabimaru gets along GREAT with Senbonsakura, it's just kind of a shame their humans are so bad at playing together.

[cipheramnesia]

Hey, just say your tags about TME/TMA language being problematic. Genuine question: what is the issue with them? Is it that transmisogyny can be directed at people who aren't considered "TMA"?

I've talked about it here and there, but maybe this will be the time my thoughts are organized.

Up front, let me note there could be more elements involved the TME/TMA than I'm familiar with. I also feel it could be a useful tool in the right circumstances (for example, if you pursued research specifically focused on transmisogyny). My subjective experience is that TME/TMA are not used in this way, and the functional use of them isn't beneficial in general to trans people.

For those unfamiliar, TME means "transmisogyny exempt" and TMA means "transmisogyny affected." Now, as a thing that happens, these make sense. However, as commonly used, TME/TMA describes innate traits, which is where they stop being useful for me.

To start at the broadest scale, TME/A is often used reductively, with the principle that general bigotry against trans folx is in effect all derived from transmisogyny. I'm simplifying a little bit, but if we cut through some of the theory mechanics, we end up left with a broad generalization of transmisogyny as the primary and defining feature of the effort for trans rights, transphobia, and such. And, not to undermine the substantial effect transmisogyny has on the whole community, but this is not completely different from treating misogyny in general as the defining characteristic of all inequality. Misogyny is a significant form of inequality, but reducing all inequality to misogyny is kinda radical feminist territory. What with radfems generally wanting to wipe trans people off the map, I'm not comfortable standing on an ideological platform that close to theirs.

Related to this, there's no terms like "Transandrophobia Exempt," nothing at all addressing what kind of exemption / effect would apply to anyone off the gender binary - if it's going to be used to examine different kinds of bias against different kinds of trans people, or if it's meant to represent a state of being for trans people, there should be versions of it which apply to other people affected by bigotry who aren't trans femme. I suppose it can be argued that it's only to define one category of people (TMA) versus any other people (TME), which is true but again defines away the experiences of a large number of different trans people, or necessitates other trans people's experiences being defined through transmisogyny. To me that's not useful, because it excludes a significant amount of the complexity of the trans experience for the sake of only understanding a narrow band of it.

This leads into some further difficulties with the term. As a group, trans people have a great deal of insight to share with one another about our positive and negative experiences. The great variety and range of experiences in our community is fantastic, because I can find the experience of people who are trans men, agender, genderqueer, nonbinary, or anything else very relatable. I don't need to limit my understanding of gender via my specific experience as a trans woman either to share in how other trans folx view gender, nor to share my experience with the trans community at large.

We're getting deep down into it now, but related to the above and your note, I see TMA/E used as interchangeable with AFAB/AMAB, while being affected by transmisogyny isn't particularly limited to your assigned gender at birth. Bigotry expressed against trans people is not complex - it's a matter of a person or person who thinks any expression of gender they perceive as out of sync with what they assume is an intuitive understanding of innate gender characteristic should be must be resisted in the strongest possible way.

Or, more succinctly, transphobes do not care your agab, where you fall under the trans umbrella, or if you're trans at all. If a transphobe sees a cis woman and thinks she looks like a trans woman, they'll be transmisogynistic. If they see a trans woman and thinks she looks like a trans man, it's transandrophobia for them. They don't believe they ever have or ever will encounter anyone intersex, because they're really bad a statistics (fun fact, a small percentage is still a huge amount in any kind of city or town population). Bigots do not slow down to decide what kind of specific form of hate they're expressing, because the only thing important to them is that they're seeing someone who deviates from their internal belief system, and that person must be penalized for deviation.

We can certainly dissect how bigotry affects us all after the fact, the particular and (importantly) varying social lenses people are experiencing when they direct prejudice based on gender. I think that's a very complex and interesting question but it can't be examined via transmisogyny alone, because it's not limited to trans feminine people. Gender is one component of the many facets of how society can exert controls over disenfranchised groups, and it's tied into race, income, religion, nationality, and so forth. It's not impossible to examine one facet, it's just important to recognize that one facet is neither universal nor exclusive.

So far, the issue I have with TMA/E is that in a broad sense it seems to be used in an exclusionary way, as well as used in a way that re-creates a gender binary, and limits understanding bias towards trans people clearly. But all of this overlooks one very important issue.

We don't define who we are by how we are hated. I don't want to define myself as TMA. I'm a trans woman, I'm awesome. My gender isn't defined by someone who hates me for my genitals, my gender is defined by how much I love who I am, how much better my life is for being a trans woman. I do not find it useful to define myself by whether some specific kind of hatefulness is directed at me. To me, that's the component of TMA/E I cannot find a way around.

I am a depressed lady with massive anxiety, sometimes to the point I can't function, okay? I don't want to designate myself by another reason to be unhappy. So I don't find it useful, I kinda get why it's used, because it feels like a more inclusive way to talk about being trans and being expected to conform to an idea of femininity but not doing so. I do not think it succeeds in that capacity, and my overall experience with the term is that it does not usefully serve the trans community. My personal feeling is that it makes me uncomfortable. Despite being TMA by technicality, I haven't experienced much in the way of transmisogyny, and I would rather use a positive term to describe who I am.

(i haven't checked this for typos or spelling or inconsistencies)

[communistkenobi]

reading whipping girl again and I’m still stuck on Serano’s critique of the “social constructionist” model of gender, seen here:

Unfortunately, a strict social constructionist model does not easily account for exceptional gender expression either. Many girls who are masculine and boys who are feminine show signs of such behaviour at a very early age (often before such children have been fully socialised with regard to gender norms), and generally continue to express such behaviour into adulthood (despite the extreme amount of societal pressure that we place on individuals to reproduce gender expression appropriate for their assigned sex). This strongly suggests that certain expressions of femininity and masculinity represent deep, subconscious inclinations in a manner similar to those of sexual orientation and subconscious sex. […] While I believe that such inclinations are hardwired into our brains (as they exist on a subconscious level and often remain constant throughout our lives), I hesitate to define them as purely biological phenomena, as social factors clearly play a strong role in how each individual interprets these inclinations. (p 98, 2nd edition)

I don’t think she’s actually demonstrated how a failure to respond to cisgender and heterosexual gender norms is biological in nature, unless you assume that the only way a person can “socially” respond to societal pressure is by accepting it fully. Am I “biologically” a communist because I failed to accept the hegemonic liberal values that are pushed on us since birth? Liberalism is arguably just as engrained in my society (ie, Canadian society) as cisgender norms are. Trans resistance to cisgenderism can just as easily be argued on social grounds, because the resistance is itself a response to social pressure. I also disagree that children can exist in a pre-social state, that children are a blank slate whose earliest expressions of gender indicate some biological mechanism that precedes social expectations. Who takes care of you, the food you have access to, the type of housing you live in, the toys and activities available to you, what media you are exposed to, the levels of medical and social support your mother received prior to giving birth to you - these are all social! Those things are all deeply involved in the social production of gender! Children cannot exist outside of society anymore than adults can, and I think it does a disservice to the autonomy of children to ascribe any gender deviance they may express as simply biological, out of their control. They are expressing things that they witness in the world, and just because they aren’t doing it “correctly,” the way they “ought to,” does not mean there is some hidden biological mechanism that produces this deviance.

[metukika]

SDR2 cast talent swap!!! Inspired by @/pancakemolybdenum’s version of the first game’s cast.

This was all randomized!! Here are the titles assigned to the characters!

Mahiru: Ultimate Lucky Student

Kazuichi: Ultimate Musician

Ibuki: Ultimate Princess

Hiyoko: Ultimate ???

Gundham: Ultimate Impostor

Fuyuhiko: Ultimate Breeder

Akane: Ultimate Traditional Dancer

Chiaki: Ultimate Gymnast

Hajime: Ultimate Gamer

Teruteru: Ultimate Mechanic

Sonia: Ultimate Swordswoman

(Impostor): Ultimate Team Manager

Peko: Ultimate Cook

Nekomaru: Ultimate Yakuza

Nagito: Ultimate Nurse

Mikan: Ultimate Photographer

More notes about my hcs for their backstories and stuff about each of their designs under the cut!!

I did not expect to write so much, I’m so sorry. If there are grammar mistakes or misspells there are not anymore because I’m not rereading this thing lol. Feel free to just skip to your favorite character but thank you if you read all of it anyway! Would love to hear your own takes!

Koizumi- lucky: I feel that she is more like Naegi rather than Komaeda when it comes to her luck-- as in, she’s not really aware of it, or believes in it. It’s less straight forward with her. She insists that the only reason she gets the good things she gets is because of hard work and dedication, but behind the scenes in a convoluted way-- her luck works. 

For example, she’ll work hard to study on a test but forget to study one of the subjects. Her luck causes the teacher to accidentally forget to print the pages of the test about that sub-subject because of something that without the whole context doesn’t seem like a coincidence, and then Koizumi will have time to study the subject she forgot, and get a good grade. 

Not a lot for me to say about her design. I gave her a kind of rich-looking school uniform. She says she’s wealthy because of her parents working hard, but the truth is that her father is a slob and had gotten a great promotion following events caused indirectly by her birth. Her birth also inspired her mother in her photography career which helped her with her publicity and gaining more money.

Koizumi doesn’t like the fact that people call her lucky, as she believes people need to work hard and she does really try her best. She came to Hope’s Peak to prove that it is not luck, but dedication that boosts one’s career.

Souda- musician: I think his upbringing would be similar to his canon one, specifically about not being respected in school and his parents’ shop not doing well, leading to money problems. His father is the owner of a shop that sells old electronics, and there Souda finds a cassette tape and records his first songs, fueled by his frustration from school, with a beautiful voice (I know I’m sorry it doesn’t sound right to give him a nice voice but it had to be done).

At the start he sings about heartache and romance and that stuff, but doesn’t tell anyone about it. One day his cassette is stolen and he gets laughed at his corny lyrics by his schoolmates. The embarrassment and even more bullying causes him to change his look to fit in and he stops writing songs, instead he makes mindless mediocre dubstep music. He still hides his earlier songs from his friends at Hope’s Peak and claims it’s the later songs that are the reason he was invited as an ultimate, even though it was his original written on a guitar songs that got him there. Most of his new classmates aren’t really fans of his later works, although they sill act polite. He’s not really a fan either though.

The mp3 device clipped to his belt is a mirror of that screw he has canonically... Not sure why I gave him half green hair. It just felt right.

Mioda- princess: If I need to go into geography my head will explode, unfortunately. Would it have been smarter to think of that before designing? Yes. But I’m not smart, so.

Most of the time she’s a slightly milder version of her canon self-- maybe without the talking of herself in the third person thing, though-- but when she needs to get professional she knows how to put on a calm smile and how to be quiet and obedient (reference to how she acts with the effects of the Despair Disease).

Out of everyone in her family, Mioda is the kindest one. Unlike her parents, she is beloved by all, as she tends to sneak out of the castle and go to the poorer parts of the kingdom to help her people. She likes to be entertained and is known for paying well to street entertainers and musicians, sometimes joining the fun. Her singing’s horrible but everyone has fun when she is around. She might not be the expected image of a princess, but her kindness is what got her to Hope’s Peak.

I kinda fused Sonia’s braids with Mioda’s cone things, and got rid of the colored stripes in her hair (rip), maybe that’s why I gave Souda extra.

Saionji- reserve course student: Since her grandmother had used to attend Hope’s Peak, and Saionji’s family from her mother’s side had all turned out successful, she had a lot of pressure put on her to become talented or at least highly outstanding like them. Her father is the only one who didn’t care how she turned out, and loved her regardless.

Because her family made her work extra hard, Saionji didn’t have time for friends and was bullied heavily. Because she failed to get a talent, she only had her dad to rely on. Her sour life effected her mood and the way she treated others. Because her family is wealthy, they had gotten her into the reserve course department at Hope’s Peak. 

I don’t really know about the whole Kamukura thing. That’s up to you if she agrees to go with the Hope Cultivation Project. Maybe Saionji!Kamukura would be pleasant.

I lowered her pigtails to make her look tamer, and implemented the bows of her kimono onto her new design as well. I thought having an orange school uniform would be fun, especially with the green. I also gave her an ahoge of course.

Tanaka- impostor: As a kid, he liked to people-watch, but not to interact. He’s mostly ignored by his peers, which made him feel less human. The only times kids would interact with him would be to be mean, and the odd attention would encourage Tanaka to angrily stalk them for a little while, learning their traits and how they act. He would notice little things about people and liked to pay close attention to them (since it would make sense that he would be less of an animal guy than canon, and being an impostor would be a very human-heavy job, I think he would have some odd connection to human individuality, although not his self’s).

I think it would make most sense that his mother’s death would be what caused him to start to impersonate others, as she’s the only one by his side, even if it makes me sad... All alone, Tanaka decides to stop being himself so he can get close to the humans he finds so interesting.

He would probably be a slightly less friendly/more awkward version of whoever he is acting as. I know I could have had him impersonate anyone but I’m too lazy to think of anyone else and I thought that making him dress as Togami would be funny. Like every version of the impostor has to be Togami at some point.

As Togami, he fits into the arrogant personality well, although he’s more obnoxious and focuses more about the “I’m better than you” than the “you are worse than me” parts of him but is still more pleasant that the real one. He is not obsessed with the occult or at least doesn’t outwardly show interest in it, but he still has delusions about ruling the world-- probably with the power of blind confidence and money, this time around.

Loud, but very mysterious. If he was in the game the player would be like “Where did Byakuya get that scar from? Did he lose his mind?” But, nope. It’s just Tanaka. I think he’d still refer to himself as a boy, but he has no trouble acting as a girl, when need-be.

Kuzuryuu- breeder and Pekoyama- cook: Kuzuryuu’s family lived pretty out of the way, near a forest in a large mansion. While his parents were either too busy fighting or were focusing on his little sister and her promising grades, Kuzuryuu would venture out into the forest and befriend the animals. Even with his small physique, he wasn't ever scared of the bears or any dangerous animals. He didn’t want to seem threatening to the animals so he would wear soft clothing, even though it didn’t really change anything, and just made his crass personality all the more of a surprise to strangers. Though it’s not as bad as early canon Kuzuryuu.

One day he met an abandoned girl in the forest and his parents took her in and let her be the family’s cook. She was more of a servant than a third child, and was never legally adopted, but Kuzuryuu and his sister had tried to treat her like a friend to their best of their usually-rude abilities, although it was hard for her to accept. By working for the family, Pekoyama became the ultimate cook.

When Kuzuryuu became slightly older and was allowed to leave the house, he would dedicate his time to breeding animals and saving species in the brink of extinction. He often brought Pekoyama with him, as he liked her, but she thought she was only brought to make him food while he was busy. She can make all kinds of food but focuses more on vegetarian options as the first time Kuzuryuu had walked into the kitchen while she was there with raw meat on the counter he couldn’t stop crying. She still cooked meat from time to time for his parents, but she wants to show the world you don’t need any to make a great meal.

I could have made Pekoyama a more specific kind of cook, but again-- I’m too lazy to think about that. I wanted to giver her a different type of outfit, and found this one with like a half overall-thing clipped onto it? Probably should have searched Japanese outfits but oh well. Her braids are now braided against her head, referencing Hanamura’s braided side. I made sure to give her like a little bow thing around her neck. That’s a chef thing, right?

The cow on Kuzuryuu’s sweater is referencing the animal skull he has on his tie in the game. He has a scarf, like how Tanaka has, since I thought it wouldn’t make sense to give it to the Ultimate Impostor. But instead of mysterious, Kuzuryuu’s scarf is soft looking and has stripes like his original suit. I HAD to give him an animal sidekick so I gave him a skunk. I thought it would fit his original color scheme and the cute looking but potentially dangerous vibe would fit him. Also I made the little shaved parts on the sides of his head in the shape of claw marks.

Owari- traditional dancer: It was too late when I though of the idea of making her not Japanese (well it wasn’t really, but-- AGAIN: I’m lazy). I feel that her backstory would be similar to the original. A customer at a workplace she worked at offered her the job, and although Owari is not into feminine things, she decided to accept because the pay was good and she wanted to provide for her siblings. 

She had gotten good reflexes and flexibility by evading harm in the dangerous area she had lived in, which helped her become a great dancer.

I made sure to give her her ahoge but tried making her hair more... in order? She doesn’t bother wearing her kimono tightly.

Nanami- gymnast: Since she’s like an AI and all she canonically doesn’t have a human backstory, but I guess I’ll do my best. She probably got into gymnastics from finding interest in it, maybe she liked the aesthetic. She’s flexible and prefers doing more of the exercises that use objects, like ribbons and balls. She enjoys the art of it more than the physical labor, but she’s still good at it. Even then, I think that for herself, Nanami prefers comfort over looks, so outside of shows, she wears more causal clothing. 

I’m not sure if she would be the “traitor” in this au, since it would make most sense it’s the Ultimate Gamer.

Hinata- gamer: He’s sloppier than most people, and is physically unhealthy and less hygienic. But his kind nature and devotion to common sense is enough to stop others from looking down upon him. Because he looks at screens too often, his eyes are eternally tired and red rimmed, making him look very uncaring and cold (reference to Kamukura) but it’s only when he’s deep into gaming that he acts like that to the outside world as well. It’s best to not bother him while he’s in the middle of a game.

He often forgets about his own health and the need to actually interact with other people, so when he does hang out with the others in big social events, he gets a little overwhelmed and just awkwardly stands to the side.

What happens when you take one of the tamest designs in the games and gives him an ultimate that is usually assigned to people who have no fashion sense? Nothing! Nothing happens! The best I could do was put the logo of his previous school on his sweatshirt.

Is he the “traitor” in this universe? I kind of like that idea actually, because I really like the idea of gamer!Hinata and isn’t putting a character you really like as the traitor just what everyone needs in their life? I’m attached to him, now. And so I must suffer.

Hanamura- mechanic: He helps at his mother’s auto repair shop, as the constant smell of cars and strange angles she needs to work in is not very good for her already fragile health. In his free time, Hanamura used to make little gadgets that would make her day to day life easier. Despite all this, to others, he claims he works to help big companies design new cars and fixes rich people’s limousines (are there like a mechanic hierarchy? I don’t fucking know).

I have no idea how to give a mechanic a well groomed look, so I didn’t do that. Maybe it all transports into his personality, and he’s a gentleman in this one, instead of a pervert. We can only hope.

I kept his three stars to his design, and gave him a black shirt to wear under his button up kind of like his canon pants (I’m a genius).

Sonia- swordswoman: I don’t really know what to say about her... is she a foreigner? Maybe. Is she working as a bodyguard to the Ultimate Yakuza? I personally don’t think she does. She’s a well mannered girl but has more of a personality than early Pekoyama. She expresses interest in dark themes in this au as well, but maybe something different than the occult. Like torture methods or gruesome fighting styles. Maybe ninjas, because they’re Japanese and use swords? that would make sense.

I wanted to put the sword in a different part of her body, rather than her back. I gave her a braid, like Pekoyama, but put it on the side because Sonia’s hair prefers her right side for some reason.

(Impostor)- team manager: What I got from Nidai’s... being, is that team manager translates to coach? (I’m just going to call them Impostor, here, but they would probably have an actual name.) 

Impostor lived with mostly absent parents and no friends. They unashamedly took comfort in food for their loneliness. Because they were very public with their poor eating habits, people had starting accusing them of encouraging others to live an unhealthy lifestyle. While this didn’t bother them at the start, it got to the point of being irritating eventually, and because of Impostor’s natural instinct to be forward, they wanted to prove them wrong.

So they signed up to work as a coach at a children’s football practice, to promote sportive activity, and found that they enjoy being a supporting leader that people looked up to. So much so that they decided to become a coach. Eventually, Impostor started coaching important teams and people stopped bothering them about their weight.

I thought giving them a track-suit would be cute, especially since in the game they wear Togami’s very fancy outfit all the time. 

Nidai- yakuza: Heir to the Nidai clan, he is well respected from the members all around. The ones who aren’t close to him admire his scary stature and his great ability to give out orders and be assertive, and the ones close to him like him for his understanding personality and loyalty. 

Then he should be the perfect heir, right? Problem is that he has a heart defect and will most likely pass very young. For the early part of his life, Nidai had to stay indoors being treated, and was pitied by many. Since then he decided to not let that get him down, and by acting brash he managed to get the support of others, which is what mattered most to him.

Of course I’d get the big intimidating dude to be the Ultimate Yakuza... kind of reminds me of Kuzuryuu’s earlier beta designs. And no I didn’t make him Jewish, that necklace pendant is a reference to the design he has on his canon jacket. I gave him a small handkerchief poking out of his suit’s pocket to symbolize canon Nidai’s... thing that’s sticking out of his pants. 

Komaeda- nurse: Since it was probably because of canon Komaeda’s luck that he was born to a rich family, I’m gonna decide that this version of him was born to a more average family. Because of his poor health, he decided to get into nursing so his family wouldn’t need to pay too much bills if he could do some of the work himself. He mostly only treated himself at home, but with his dwindling health he had to teach himself more and more.

The more time passed, the worse he got, and the more he knew for certain that there would be a chance that he passed young. This is what fueled him into working hard as a nurse and eventually getting him the title of an ultimate. This also what caused him to latch so desperately onto the concept of hope. Hope is what kept him going even when he got worse. For the sake of not killing off Komaeda from this universe, let’s say his abilities as Ultimate Nurse is what helped him eventually achieve redemption on his health and let him live comfortably. 

Mixing canon Komaeda’s crappy luck at times and canon Tsumiki’s clumsiness, we can probably expect this Komaeda to also be a klutz. That is why a part of his doctor coat is ripped. It’s also a reference to his canon weirdly fucking cut jacket. I gave him hair clips since hygiene is probably more important to this Komaeda than canon-- one of them shaped as a medical plus sign. I also turned his shirt’s design into more of a plus sign. I gave him a blood pressure pump and mask as well.

Tsumiki- photographer: As a result of her abusive living space, Tsumiki would escape from home and hide in the nearby nature often. She lived in a small town on a hill with a wonderful view. She would escape and watch the sunset/sunrise and the animals in the distance and that helped her relax. Eventually, she decided she wanted to capture that beauty and managed to get herself a camera. 

After showing her parents some of the pictures, they used her to get money and that is how she started her career as photographer. She was requested to photograph many places due to her natural talent, but her favorite would be in great fields, focusing on wild animals. She decided to focus on capturing wildlife, since she found comfort in staying as still as can be and blending into the background, away from other humans. Since her parents only cared about the money, Tsumiki would photograph often and the great amount of experience is what helped her achieve title of Ultimate Photographer.

It feels a little wrong to not dress her up in pink, but it’s not a color that appears a lot in nature. She’s not as clumsy as canon Tsumiki, but hiding in bushes and such induces the amount of scratches she has. She’s also usually dirty from laying hours on the ground, which does not help her get along with her peers. I thought giving her shorter hair would be more practical.