#cause yk inclusion

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[channieblossoms]

heyyyy i got a chanlix question :)))))

what made u think that chanlix is Real (tm)?

hmm… not one thing in particular, it’s just. everything combined makes it feel obvious to me. that’s not to say i think everyone needs to agree, but to ME personally it feels as apparent as when u watch a movie with a straight couple and ur able to tell they’re a couple without them explicitly saying so, yknow? like clearly they’re soulmates, everyone knows that, i just personally think they’re soulmates in ALL the ways.

(and there are just a lot of things i wouldn’t say to a friend, a lot of ways i wouldn’t look at a friend…. stuff like that)

[vermilionsun]

GREETINGS

your writing is so MWAH chefs kiss💗💗 and i recently replayed TS and i would love to have a scenario written by you (no pressure ofc) i think kuras can read souls cause yk angel, and vere literally said that our suffering made it irresistible

how would kuras and vere react to an mc who is very sweet and positive but their soul radiates just pure misery, mc has not lived a single happy moment in their life but still radiating warmth???

Hello hellooo!! Thanks for sending this in (づ ￣ ³￣)づ

Disclaimer! They/Them for MC because we love inclusivity!

Kuras

Holy fuck.

These two words were the only thing replaying in Kuras’ head as he carried them to his clinic, heart ringing in his ears. 

Once he was satisfied with his work, he took a seat beside them, his eyes glued to their motionless figure. 

His fingers tap a restless rhythm against his knee as he studies their face. He waits, anxious eyes flickering from their face to their hands and back again.

Not so much because of the side effects that may occur due to their injuries, no. But because of their soul. The agony and suffering emanating from them were palpable and almost suffocating. Kuras could feel it weighing heavily on his own chest, making it difficult to breathe.

The faint tremors in his hands grow more pronounced as the pressure in his chest intensifies. This is a level of pain he thought long forgotten, a feeling he had hoped to never encounter again. He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes, straining to maintain his composure as a wave of memory washes over him—

Their eyes flutter open.

[...]

“I am not easily intimidated.”

“...I’m sorry. Could I please have those?” They nod at the additional bandages in their hands.

Kuras raises an eyebrow, studying them for a moment before nodding. “Of course.”

They start wrapping them around their hands. “And… Thank you. For stitching my arms back and all.”

Kuras found himself surprisingly drawn to their presence. With each passing moment spent together, he grew increasingly intrigued by the gentle person hiding layers of pain and despair beneath them. There was something in the way they moved, the way they spoke, that hinted at a profound kindness, one they had likely never received in return.

He was torn between wanting to distance himself and wanting to lean in closer, drawn in by their presence like a moth to a flame. The dichotomy of their twisted, tortured soul, and the gentle, sweet person they seemed to be...

And their power…

It was a strange combination that he couldn't quite wrap his head around. It was both heartbreaking and captivating, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards them, finding himself unraveling the layers of their past and piecing together the puzzle of the pain h̶e̶ k̶n̶e̶w̶ o̶h̶ s̶o̶ w̶e̶l̶l̶ h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ that never boiled to the surface.

Vere

Vere smells them the moment they set foot out of the Wet Wick. Above all, though, he has the ability to sense their soul's anguish as though it were his own. It hangs heavy in the air, making him almost drool.

Exquisite.

He knows that their pain is a delicacy, a rare treat that he cannot resist indulging in. It excites him, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He looks around and licks his lips in anticipation, eager to sink his teeth into their suffering and savor every delicious moment of it—

Until he lays eyes on the source, it almost leaves him breathless—a creature so pure and full of light that he is momentarily stunned. The darkness within them dances around them like a shadow, yet they radiate a warmth and purity that he has never encountered before.

As he shamelessly gazes at this… being, he feels a strange mix of fear and awe wash over him. Suddenly, the idea of causing them harm seems unfathomable. He hesitates, unsure of what to do next, as the realization dawns on him that he may have just encountered his own salvation.

[...]

"I saw you drop it [the key]. You really should be more careful. City like this, somebody might take advantage…" He sing-sang with a grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Uhm, okay. Thank you for bringing it to my attention. I'll definitely be more careful in the future and keep a better eye on my belongings,"  they smiled kindly and extended their hand to accept the key back. "I appreciate your honesty," they added.

Their reaction is unexpected, almost painfully sincere, and it takes Vere a moment to recover. It was strange, considering his usual callous nature. He hesitates before returning the key with a faint smirk, his fingers grazing against theirs in the exchange. His eyes remained fixed on them, searching their expression for any sign of fear or hostility. But there are none. They act as though his very presence didn't alarm them at all. He couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at how easily they seemed to radiate kindness and gratitude.

In this world, such pure souls were few and far between…

What was happening to him?

Both? Both! Both is good.

Later that night, when everyone had gathered at the Wick, Vere made a point to give Kuras a long side glance, as if confirming the suspicions that had been brewing all evening.

“You felt that too, didn’t you?”

Kuras, however, seemed unfazed by Vere's silent accusations, his expression remaining stoic and unreadable.

He simply nodded in response, not giving anything away. Vere never learned if Kuras felt what he did in that moment; bone-chilling, heart-stopping terror and hunger unlike anything he ever felt before.

[nnnyxie]

Feeling a lil down about myself, what would you think about Izu x chubby reader? Reader isn’t necessarily insecure but does have bad days, maybe some of Izu‘s fans were being extremely horrible to reader or something because of their weight (I live for protective!Izu) and reader just shuts themselves off and is rotting away in a pile of blankets in their apartment while Izu dosen’t get what’s going on at all- he adores reader and isn’t all like „oh but your boobs and ass and thighs“ he just adored READER you know??? Often when I read x chubby!reader they only mention their curves and thighs and what not but I don’t think reducing plus size people to curvy plus size people is very inclusive so idk if that makes sense but yeah kwnfksld

#𖢥 izuku anon

baby i am loving these requests and i’m happy to give you chubby rep!!

i sorta based it on how i get when i’m insecure about myself so i’m sorry if it isn’t what you were hoping for :(

some days it’s just hard yk?? people get mean and it can really fuck with your brain. it makes it hard to look at yourself sometimes.

especially when you’re with a pro hero. people think that you ‘don’t belong together’ just cause you two have different body types. and it’s sickening how people think that way.

it makes you feel awful— all of the hateful comments you get under your posts gets overwhelming and sometimes you have to archive them all together. sometimes you even have to deactivate your account because they get so overwhelming.

izuku always wonders why you do that— you never give him a real reason. just a ‘i don’t feel like being on social media right now’. he knows it’s not the truth but, he doesn’t want to pry. he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by hounding you for answers.

but tonight— tonight was awful. the first thing you saw while opening instagram was a picture of you and your lovely boyfriend, something a fan posted. the fan was nice!! their post was a cute edit and it was an appreciation post!! but the comments— the comments were sickening. they were filled with so much hate, it made you physically ill. and today you weren’t ‘feeling’ yourself so the comments didn’t exactly help.

you deactivated your account again. now you were thinking about just deleting it all together. it won’t stop the hate but it’ll stop you from seeing it. either way— you decided to try and push those awful comments away and read, maybe it could lighten your mood.

it didn’t. the thoughts kept coming back— you couldn’t even read a full paragraph. it felt awful. you felt awful. maybe a shower would help?

as soon as you stepped foot in the bathroom, you stepped right back out. it hurt to look at yourself. it made you cry. you weren’t particularly insecure but these comments were ruthless and they just really got to you this time.

when izuku got back home from patrol, he found you in your shared bed, you were curled up in a pile of blankets with nearly all the pillows surrounding you. he heard your crying— and was immediately concerned. why wouldn’t he be?

“love, what’s the matter? did you watch the neverending story again?” he sat beside you and pulled the blankets down so he could full see your face. this wasn’t your ‘sad movie’ cry. this was entirely different.

“hey, what’s going on?” “it’s nothing— i uhm just read something sad is all.” you were a very poor liar.

“be honest with me, please? is something going on?” he was now laying beside you, holding you from behind. “i just— do you really want to be with me? i’m not—” you choked, crying more at the thought of him leaving for someone ‘better’ (there is no one better). “of course i do. i love you. why wouldn’t i want to be with you?” “how aren’t you… how aren’t you disgusted by me?” “why would you ever think i’d feel that way towards you? i love all of you. and everyday i find more to love about you.”

then— it clicked. he remembered.

“is this about that post? bakugo sent it to me… he told me to look at the comments— baby if i knew this was happening sooner i would’ve done something about it. why didn’t you tell me?” he rubbed your arm in comfort, he knew all about being insecure— of course he couldn’t relate to where yours stemmed from but, he knew how awful it felt to feel like you aren’t enough for people. “i didn’t want you to be mad at them. they’re your supporters.” “they aren’t my supporters if they’re treating you this way.” he took a breath, he was upset. not by you— never. but, by the hateful people. “i love you, and every part of you. i’ll never be disgusted by you and i’ll never want anyone else. i only want you.” god you loved him.

“can you turn so i can see that pretty face?” you turned to face him. izuku had a smile but, his eyes welled when he saw the tear streaks that ran down your cheeks. he cupped your face, swiping his thumps to wipe away the stray tears that still fell. “you’re the most beautiful person i have ever met.” you cried again, not because you were upset— but, because, he was just so wonderful to you. izuku held you, letting you cry into him.

“i’ll address it.” “you don’t need to.” “i’m going to.”

don’t mind the neverending story part…. i just rewatched it today and cried abt the horse scene… artax :(

[iamsonormalaboutninjago]

Oh wow look at that it’s like my petition hasn’t been taken down cause yk it isn’t hateful and doesn’t demand for the writers to be at the whims of some idiots who think Kai should’ve been the green ninja

My petition tho is still gonna remain up- so if you wanna support it go sign to make Cole to first canon gay main character in Ninjago! :D

#makecolegay

[lowkeyrobin]

Wholesome sibling antics with cricket crew? Like them getting reader on video/streams alot to play games (actual siblings) or maybe reader is a streamer and is very close with them, making people think you're siblings!

— 🦈 anon

oooo okay okay! I see the vision mwhahahahah ; and welcome to the family 🦈 anon! thanks for joining us :)

HANDSOME BROS ; sibling antics

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo & badlinu

warnings ; language, talk/jokes of killing, use of sibling!reader but can easily be skipped over/offered alternatives

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

siblinginnit goes crazy (if you're adopted or not/you're just that tight with him that you're basically siblings. I'm being inclusive I swear 😭🙏 maybe you just have different dads who knows)

you're also a streamer 💀💀

lots of fans came from your brothers' rise in fame, but most of them actually see you for your own person and not just Tommy's sibling

(or tommy's very close friend if you don't wanna imagine you're related that's totally cool)

you stream pretty frequently together

lots of your streams feature Molly because you gossip and make crafts together and shit

when you're streaming with Tommy, the yelling at playful fighting never ends

jack, freddie, tubbo & molly act as your peacemakers LMAO

board game streams once a month so you can gossip and shit

people making fanart of you two >>>

"siblinginnits 🔛🔝"

("I wish they were real siblings so they could share horror stories of each other growing up 💀💀")

vlogs go crazy when you're there istg

at least 3 mins of each video is you two just bickering and barking over dumb shit

RANBOO

you're just that cool and tight with him yk

the fact that you're credited in the end of genloss s1 as creative writer 372828 or something, people started speculating maybe you were siblings??

you really don't look alike at all but alright chat

but yeah, you're very close and tend to talk/stream/record a lot together

you make a whole vlog channel and it's mostly you two going on adventures and stuff

helping them out with the rebrand too

you'll often play games together all night and half the stream is just you guys fighting over the best yogurt flavor

"Ran, I will come to your house and beat you up"

"I'm just saying I think I'm in the right here"

charlie and sneeg are like your uncles

the peacemaker uncles because there's no way you can be out in public without causing a scene 💀

you guys take .5s of each other EVERYWHERE

your insta stories are just spam .5s 💀🙏🙏

and dumbass roasts of each other

the fanart is cool tho, often they dress you guys in "I love my sibling" shirts LMFAO

FREDDIE BADLINU

you're actually adopted (much like Tommy /j)

but obviously, with Freddie comes the pain of him not getting your charger downstairs for you

LMAO but fr, uno and monopoly streams are very normal

lots of trying each others wardrobes out as well

hackett siblings fanart (as little as there is) goes hard

you guys do a little soldier march whenever Tommy mentions America, and he notices but doesn't connect it for a solid 3 months 💀

average sibling pranks as well, considering you're so close in age

your main victims are usually ranboo, tommy, and jack

djing with tubbo>>>> making bangers up in here

the amount of .5s you have of each other is worrying

you're both too lazy to delete them so you have the ugliest pictures of each other 💀💀

"my brothers leaving to go on a tour. what do I do to prank him when he gets back?"

"y/n this isn't the private account"

"damnit"

[winxanity-ii]

hi i recently read your message about making makima!reader a poc and completely understand where youre coming from

as someone who isnt a poc, sure, it threw me off every now and then, but its not like i really minded it or thought it changed my reading experience

im currently loving your know no evil story and i think youre an amazing writer, but i think you probably should add a disclaimer at the beginning and in the story masterlist about specifying a noncanon skin color for the more sensitive readers 🤷

idk girlie, you do you, i think youre doing amazing but i just wanted to let you know cause theres a lot of people who get touchy if a reader isnt a fully blank canvas so having a disclaimer puts them more into a spot

if they see it at the beginning and theyre not into that shit, they dont gotta read it yk cause like thats just how things work out here

💀💀💀 Lol, re-read what you typed and then click my page to go to the pinned post and come back… No need to play the "other people may be upset" card. Girly pop, YOU’RE the "other people" who is bothered, but just got the audacity to type it out instead of going about your day, and that’s completely fine. But what’s not fine is wasting MY time and Beyoncé’s internet to say you’re upset that I used "tan" and "brown" for skin tones 😐

My writing aims to be inclusive and reflect the diversity in the world, which includes representing people of color. My stories are for everyone, but they also aim to give representation where it's often lacking.

If a character's skin color or identity isn't to your preference, that’s totally fine. There are countless other stories that emphasizes the "paler" skin tones, I promise—there's some out there for everyone. As for adding a disclaimer, once again, I believe my pinned post already addresses the inclusive nature of my writing, so if your reading comprehension is a bit low, I always make sure to put it in simple terms in bold colors and big letters as well.

Also, this was really weird and tone-deaf, and the fact you did this anonymously is sad (and also the main reason I won’t be doing what you suggested because I can’t tell if this is a joke or not 🤷🏾‍♀️) but yeah, thanks for reading??

My page is for the majority of the world—people with COLOR. So unless you’re as pale as a white cloud, I can’t help you because my writing is meant to reflect a diverse range of skin tones 😭💔

[fyodior]

Even if you like women more than men you can be a bi sapphic cause bisexuality isn't half het half gay or 50/50 it's fuild....Its a spectrum of multi attraction so like even if you're attracted to men a 5 or 2% you can still be bi....cause your attraction transcends gender and it's multisexuality (mspec) Not monosexuality...its all about the potential to be attracted to more than 1 or 2 genders that makes you bi...There is a bisexual manifesto and some related stuff that might help you which helped me when I was confused about if I am a lesbian or bisexual....Bi women can have a extremely high attraction and preference for women mamy do and still be bi yk...doesn't make them a lesbian as along as they are attracted to people regardless of xnot just men....men are just a small aspect of the multisexuality (bisexuality is trans inclusive always has been will be)

interesting!!!! all this introspection makes my fuckin head spin LMAO but this is some really good info thank u. i have a hard time with the label bisexual i think bc i slapped it on myself for so long not quite agreeing with the definition i had placed on it so i think i just need to sit with it some more with it framed this way and try to reconsider. ily :)

[subskz]

Hi, I'm more feral than usual bc I fucked up my tongue horribly so brain is going brrrr.

Welcome to Pink in Pain Feral Hours.

Conditioning our Yenie.. cause hello, it's me, hi <3 corruption kink and inexperienced Yenie enthusiast here 🩷 (the inclusion of a light pink, plain heart emoji has made my life better)

Thinking abt his thighs pressing together every time you touch him in a new spot or the sweet little sighs he'd let out while you start to give him hickies.

And yk what?!

Duo oral fixation! And size kinks! Bc Pink said so.

I have a non-sexual oral fixation (i have a habit of chewing and sucking on things and currently thinking abt buying a chew necklace for myself)(and let's also all laugh bc I have a sensitive gag reflex) and I think it could be a fun dynamic of both dom and sub having an oral fixation.

Bc picture it: The wide eye look Yenie would give when you start to suck on his fingers (and the hard-on, lmao) so when he shyly asks if he can suck on your fingers too? Hello? The vision is visioning.

Any chance he gets, he is asking if he can suck on your fingers, neck, chest, etc. Once that door gets open, hard to get it closed.

And, ofc, is it a Pink-laced Yenie ask if I don't mention his ootd?

It is a commonality to see pictures, in the album, of him, sucking on your fingers and chest.

OH NO that sounds very painful i hope you’re alright!! 😰 what better remedy than letting off some steam w our resident babygirl~

conditioning sweet clueless jeongin…one of my fave topics of conversation hehe poor thing is so lost and terribly inexperienced but the way he fumbles so cutely through it all, looking to you for guidance and being willing to do anything just to gain your approval is a million times more exciting anyway 😽 please the thought of him gasping and reflexively squeezing his thighs together when you brush over an extra sensitive spot is so good…you might have to hold his legs apart for him bc baby doesn’t know how to control himself yet <3

doms w oral fixations gang rise up!! both you and innie having one is such a vision indeed i love it…it’d be cute if he didn’t even realize he had one at first but after you notice him chewing on the drawstrings of his hoodies so often or subconsciously playing w his lips you start to catch on and decide to initiate it w him >:) the way his voice would crack so adorably as he asks what you’re doing when you take his fingers into your mouth…he can’t figure out why he doesn’t want you to stop until it dawns on him how hard he’s become 🥰

the return of your legendary ootd concept!! picturing the polaroids taken in your pov from above w yeni nestled into your chest looking so content n peaceful w smth occupying his mouth ㅠㅠ i’m in shambles

[firefly--bright]

No Big Deal (i love you)

jean kirstein x gender neutral!reader.

inspired by this song by Dodie :)

warnings : none tbh, just pure fluff and maybe a little too wordy. oh and mentions of religion. read author's note for specifics!!!!

a/n : this is a super duper self indulgent fic. uhh i was feeling kinda off and i wanted to write something for myself and something that would make me feel comfortable. i also got accepted into a French based college so,,,, inspired by that, too, I guess? but anyway, this IS very self indulgent, as said before, so read at your own risk cause some of the things might not be understood or like. they might not be your thoughts(?) usually i try to be more reader inclusive since yk everyone comes from different backgrounds, but i was really proud of the writing here so I decided to post it :) you don't have to enjoy it (!) it's just a ramble of thoughts, really. anyways have fun <3

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Jean’s love doesn’t feel new. His love feels more like something you’d already lived in before, something that was yours before you even claimed it to be.

And maybe it was. He had offered to sit and sketch with you in the park near your university, bringing you a warm coffee and holding you sketching materials for you before you could have a chance to complain. His free hand took a hold of yours as if it was meant to. And out of all things, you noticed his hand every time you weren’t holding it. His left hand would be free, dangling at his side, his fingers flexing and unwinding until they found yours, until you let them find your right hand to slip in, fitting in beautifully. The ridges in your hands were meant for his calloused ones, you think, and you keep thinking that maybe the slots in your hands, the folds that claimed to hold your future fit perfectly against his. Maybe it was overthinking, maybe it was wishful and stupid, but you wanted a future in his hands. If he sculpted as well as he drew, you’d let him sculpt the rest of your life just so it could have a part of him, just so he could imprint his fingerprints meticulously into the shape of your future. Your shared future, you hoped.

He's sitting beside you and you’re aware of your shoulder brushing his on the small Parisian bench, watching the people walk their dogs, listen to music, talk on the phone, hold hands, share an ice cream. You wonder if they’ve felt love like this, you wonder if they’ve tasted the same taste you have when you love him, the metallic taste of your own pumping heart and the sweet citrussy taste of the oranges he peeled for you the other day. you wonder if they smelled it too, his cologne, but then again, you’re glad they didn’t because if depriving everyone else of the love you had for him and vice versa meant that you could have it all for yourself, then you would. You would sit in this park bench forever, tasting your love, the one you stored for him, smelling his love for you, watching as his left hand danced gracefully on his sketchbook as if it had to show an audience. You don’t dare take a peek in his sketchbook – you don’t want to disturb his craft until he asks you to. Until he lets you.

He licks his lips, cold against the rainy weather. The wind is picking up a bit, you note, glad you were carrying your umbrella even if it would be futile to run home in this weather. You had come across this experience countless times since moving here – the rain starting as expected, as unexpectedly, as beratingly, and the cold pelts of the water hit you with sudden realisation that the wind was too strong against your umbrella as you abandoned it when jean took a hold of your hand, drifting to the nearest indoor establishment. His hair would be damp by the time you’d reach, and it would have made no difference to keep walking towards your home, but the quiet of the new store was welcome, as was the warmth. you’d pant, hands on your knees, and jean would run a hand through his hair, removing his scarf and handing it over to you with a small smirk.

You would take the scarf home every time.

You took a sip of your coffee, relishing it’s warmth between your hands. The heat was welcome on your cool digits. Uneven blood circulation and all that, sure, but also an excuse for him to hold your hand and stuff his and yours into the pocket of his trench coat that was almost always filled with lint, and some days, an unused napkin or a tissue he stole from your earlier café date.

Jean’s love is present. Yours hopes to be, pleads to be, desperately begs to cling on to being enough and whole and constant. You hope it is. Maybe you should ask him, you think, but all you manage is to lean your head on his shoulder and let your body do the talking your lips so stubbornly don’t. you shift closer to him, Paris is the city of love after all, and you hoped no one would bat an eye to you. not that you’d care if they did. he was yours to show to the whole world, and you were sure that he’d let you string him along to introduce him to god if you ever left Jean's side and if you ever made it do the gates of heaven, introduce god to him, abandoning the principles that shaped you, the religion that you were born from, just to smile and tilt your head and show him off.

“jean.” You called out to him.

“yes, love?” he answers with a question, glancing to his left, seeing your head on his shoulder and the way your chest moved with each breath. He waits until you answer his answer.

“you’re really pretty.” You say finally, and you swear this is the only time your mouth has worked to show your affection so openly and genuinely. Sure, you’ve called him pretty before, as he donned on his dark blue suit, buttoning the cuff of his shirt, or even while he sipped the tea you made him in the morning, sitting on the marble kitchen counter without a shirt because he ran hot ("in always hot, babe" he says). But you hoped this time he’d pick up in the massive gaps your dialogue left from your thoughts, you hoped he’d see what you’re really trying to say.

“youre beautiful, actually.” You clarify. You hope he sees through it.

Jean doesn’t say anything for a moment. For a moment, its silence, only the sound of whirring wind and leaves moving with said wind. So you speak again, like you have an audience, like you have a spectator, like this is the only thing that’s worth saying. You’re pretty sure it is.

“like… it’s more than being beautiful. I think…. I mean, ive been thinking, that you’re more than what you think you are. I know I’m probably not making any sense but… it’s unsaid, you know? How much I actually love you. like you say it a lot, and you mean it, and I say it a lot too, and I mean it but theres just so much more to it than I tell you. its not even anything like that phrase 'if you asked me to, I would,' which I would. I’d do everything you asked me to. But its also more like… I know you wont ask me anything. I know I am enough. Like…for the first time, jean, you make me feel like I’m enough. You make me feel comfortable….no, wait. You make me feel… you make me feel like I’m living inside a star. not as hot or big or threatening as the sun, not so cold and lonely and far away as the moon but just enough, like the stars, like…. Like it’s just us, you know? and you don’t have to even say anything for me to feel the love you have for me, like, I don’t doubt you or your love or my love for you which is rare, and admitting it sounds too big and scary, but….yeah. I love you in every sense of the word. Im sorry if I cant say it or if it doesn’t…sound the way it should from my mouth, but I hope you see it, yeah? Like, the unsaid things we do for each other, I hope you know I notice and I hope you know I do them too.” you say. you kept saying until he could stop you, which to your surprise, he didn’t.

He was still silent. You didn’t pick your head up from his shoulder, preferring his warmth to your own. You cleared your throat. “um… yeah. that’s all. You’re beautiful and I love you. a lot. I hope you know that, even if I cant tell it to you all the time. I draw you and write about you and to you, not as proof but because if I say it out loud I don’t know how much of it I’ll say or if it’ll even be understood and....I’m still talking. Shit. Sorry. I mean, I’m not sorry for loving you or saying this. Yeah.” you complete. Your arm had slipped through the gap of his, and his pencil has stopped sketching the moment you started speaking, hovering on the paper without the purpose jean gave it.

He still hasn’t said anything.

You finally look at him with your head still resting on his shoulder. The sky is cloudy and the sun will set in about an hour, but that doesn’t stop the rays to peak through the fog and coat the back of his head entirely. But that’s not what takes your breath away. It’s the way he’s looking at you.

Jean’s eyes have always spoken more than his tongue had, like your hands have talked for you, through you. one look at his eyes and you’d find everything he was thinking about, all of the present emotions in his boundless heart. His eyes were a reflection to his art, to his soul and his mind. Honeyed with specks of darker browns and greens scattered across, the colours being art itself. Better than you could ever try to recreate through your hands, better than the first time he’d shown you around Paris, his hometown.

And he’s looking at you now like youre the piece of art. Not in the way he’d sceptically look at art in the museums and exhibitions, but in a way where you were the only piece of art that he found meaning in, without even having to search for it. In a way that you were the only art that he kept coming back to and in a way where you were the only thing in the gallery that was his most favourite. His heart was also racing, his chest achingly close to yours. his brows were pinched together, almost touching and his nose was scrunched up like he was about to cry, and you were sure he was, noticing how glossy his eyes had gotten. And his lips were the best part.

A small smile. You remembered one time he had complained about his lips, claiming they were the least favourite part of his face, saying they were too thin, but you shut him up quickly enough with a kiss. Maybe more. And he was smiling now. With the same lips that had touched almost every part of you. his eyes spoke their own words and his lips breathed life into them, making something meaningful.

And for you. specifically for you.

His right hand cups your cheek, tilting your head up to look at him.

“I know. I see it. I feel it, which is the best part.” He says, laughing at the end. You smile at the sound, liking the way it makes him move his shoulders and chest. “I never doubted your love. I know you don’t doubt mine. I wish I could say things as beautifully as you write, but I’m not that poetic. All I can say is I love you.” he says.

And you feel it. You see it. You know it. He’s speaking in a language only you two understand now, and its not the language of love as a universal concept, but the language of your love, of the one you have reserved only and only for eachother and no one else. like the trees speak the language of the earth, like the birds sing in the language of the sky and like the fish silently swim in the language of the ocean, its you and its him and its your own words.

Your own love, the one you made yourself for so many years, the one you proudly presented to him, and his own love, the one he crafted and perfected for so many years, proudly presented to you.

And you’re smiling the smile that only he sees, his heart is beating the way only yours hears.

Jean’s love, you realise, is as lived in and comfortable as the scarf wrapped around your neck.

And your love, he realises, is quiet, but demands to be acknowledged.

Your love, jean realises, is his.

✿

[bloom161]

You know, I think RTD said he didn’t wanna keep thirteenth’s clothes for David when the regeneration happened (yk like it usually happens) cause that’d unnecessarily upset people……….. Russell you so clearly don’t care about that, so actually why? That just rubs me the wrong way, especially cause he has made it very clear he wants to be as inclusive as possible with his new era, so why is a man wearing “women’s clothes” (which that does even make any sense) too much for you? Don’t you literally have ncuti in a skirt next episode… like I’m so confused

[mxescargot]

OC masterlist

misc/multiple universes

garv (fishboy)

prima (tropey good guy)

vindicta (tropey bad guy)

ursa (dark magic bounty hunter)

ari (light magic bounty hunter)

urban fantasy/superhero

premise: a timeline that diverges several years before ours where a significant minority of the population across the world contracted strange illnesses that led to various magical powers; focuses on the Eastern United States (aka what im familiar with). themes of disabled justice and solidarity.

micheal (he/they): friendly college kid who always puts others before himself, teleportation powers

jem (any pronouns): an old self-insert, shapeshifting powers

ayaan (he/they): kid with unique powers that mess with the fabric of reality, of particular interest to the villain

emilia (she/her): sociologist studying how superpowered people interact with a society built for non-superpowered people, recently gained fire/energy/plasma powers of her own in an accident

saiorse (any pronouns): software developer and emilia's spouse. he does not have superpowers

alison (he/him): evil CEO (maybe also politician?) looking to take advantage of superpowered people for his own gain. especially young, powerful superpowered people. i do not know how to write villains tbh

eren (she/her): micheal's classmate.

haru (they/she/it): your average edgy 14 year old.

high fantasy: the world of An

premise: weird mix of some of the history i'm interested in, with a technological level of around the 1840s to 1860s? focuses on a governmental transition from absolute monarchy to parliamentary democracy and the greater inclusion of ethnic minorities in the political system and society as a whole. the people are sorta kemonomimi-hobbits with mammalian and insectoid features. also has eldritch shit going on in its magic system.

these are some of my oldest characters and have changed a lot, their original concept was a "five elements" thing and that still shows through.

the names are based on my conlang :> i didnt try to make the romanizations look pretty, just functional, so uhh ⟨v⟩ is a schwa and most letters correspond with IPA values but idk if thats accessible. here ill replace j with y and v with whatever letter looks best, you can see the mess of the "official" spellings in the tags. they dont exactly have a gender system like ours so pronouns are what i imagine they'd use if raised in our culture and language yk

baa'oni (they/she): activist reviving the long-suppressed/erased (idk what the right word is) life-related magic practices of their ancestors. name translates to "sundew"

lausa (she/her): noble who uses her position of power to help incite change, eventually becomes prime minister. romantically involved with baa’oni, causing suspicion and controversy. name translates to "shadower"

laanya (they/them): self insert. former water magic student reconnecting to it after trauma, also tries to get involved in activism. name translates to "river delta"

treyii (they/she/he): young and uncertain, pressure is put on him to achieve great things and they don't know where to belong. name translates to "sparks"

unnamed character referred to as "wind guy" (they/he): a vengeful prince with command over the weather.

star wars

premise: focuses on jedi fighting in the clone wars. i mostly made these characters in quarantine lol

aiya (they/xe): twi'lek anakin skywalker on a budget. padawan during the clone wars, becomes an inquisitor.

rakiss (she/they): mirialan; Aiya's fellow padawan and very close to xem. killed in O66

haalas (he/him): togruta; aiya's strict master, very loyal to the light side of the force itself and scared of losing another padawan to the dark side. survives O66, but is eventually killed by aiya, who blames him for rakiss's death.

malice (they/she/it): dathomiran zabrak who was the first padawan of haalas. left the order and turned to the dark side, but isn't with the Sith.

ekiv (she/her): rakiss's master, also a mirialan, and longtime friend of haalas. mom friend, but only because she's a people pleaser with massive gifted kid burnout. survives O66; assumes a new identity and learns how to heal.

hizta (any pronouns): tusken ex-bounty hunter who now runs a droid repair shop on coruscant. acquainted with aiya before and during the Clone Wars, aids the Rebellion.

penelope (she/they): human; old colleague of Hizta's. generally fairly cold and professional until you get to know them; actually very affectionate.

i also have some underdeveloped clone trooper OCs

hollow knight

cornu (they/them): HKsona. void-corrupted snail shaman capable of harnessing both soul and void magic.

unnamed fairyfly OC

[sherrendipities]

we bein VULNRABLE on the KINK BLOG besties. mostly i needed a place to dump out some thoughts on gender and weird cultural shit and the things that led me to get into these kinks and why they've been healing. tw for non-graphic discussions of sexism, but it's really just feelsy, it's nbd

i'm in the minority of women into dykebreaking who actually ended up with this kink genuinely changing the way i think about and understand my sexuality, and outside of the context of kink, i no longer label myself as a lesbian.

i came across a post today on tiktok that was super fun. it was a saudi rapper with his whole crew, dressed in traditional garments and carrying the scimitars that are on the saudi flag. the video itself was delightful, the music was banging, and i bookmarked it so i can check out the guy's spotify when i have time.

it was a comment that really ticked me off. it said "no girls, no alcohol, no smoking. just vibes 💯". and yes i'm aware it's such a juvenile "ew girls have cooties" ass fucking perspective but it drove me up the wall cause that really is the attitude so many grown ass arab men are stuck with. and it was that comment in particular that really made me realize why i've always struggled so much to connect with men for so many years, to the point where i very much believed it was as simple as, "guess i'm gay."

and the phrasing of that really made it click in my head that to so many men, women are just a vice. this is something you'll find all over, but it's especially prominent with arab and muslim men in my experience. women aren't full human beings who you can laugh with, share stories with, be friends with, enjoy music with. we're a vice, no different from substances and gambling and other sinful things. we're something filthy, to be separated away from them (literally; i grew up in a very gender segregated country). our inclusion and our intimacy, even in a completely nonsexual context, is something that ruins the purity of the moment. we can't just fucking like rap or be full humans and equal participants in anything.

and i'm not saying anything novel or new. it's the same way that a lot of men all over the globe will talk about "the friendzone," because women aren't people you make friends with, we're objects you jerk off with. it's a very similar perspective, but i think this exact moment really made me snap because of the cultural context around it. these were men singing and dancing in traditional garb, and i was just vibing enjoying the merging of the traditional and the modern as well as the merging of black american culture with khaleeji culture. the vibes were indeed 💯!!

women are objectified all over the world. in the west (from my experiences living there), it's more so that women are something to be chased, used, then discarded, or chased, locked down, and ignored. the attitudes that i've seen from SWANA men has been that women are something impure and filthy that must be locked away. sure, you eventually have to find some wife, but trust me marriage in west asia is its own shitshow that i wouldn't touch with a 10 ft pole.

and in a weird, roundabout way, this is why it was so much easier for me to realize i liked women than men. even though i grew up in a horrifically homophobic environment, i knew from a young age that the treatment of gay people was dumb as shit and a problem of homophobia, not that the queerness itself was bad. it was easy for me to connect with other girls. i never questioned that they viewed me as a full and equal person, and eventually i ended up getting a couple crushes on them and i didn't judge myself for it at all. with my girl friends (romantic and platonic lol), i knew i was with them because they wanted me there, not because i was allowed to be there, yk?

the same can't really be said about men. and again, there's like... a million different manifestations of sexism that can make it so hard for a woman to connect with the men around her (not just romantically obvs but just as HUMANS in community together). this is just me dissecting one (1) aspect of it.

i think another part of what is making me start to really dissect this now of all times is because i recently watched khadija mbowe's video about the man vs bear debate, and she quotes bell hooks' book, the will to change. i haven't read it yet but the more i think about it, the more i think i really need to. for my soul. but anyway, the quote was:

"Every female wants to be loved by a male. Every woman wants to love and be loved by the males in their life. Whether gay, or straight, bisexual, or celibate, she wants to feel the love of father, grandfather, uncle, brother, or male friend. If she is heterosexual, she wants the love of a male partner. We live in a culture where emotionally starved, deprived females are desperately seeking male love. Our collective hunger is so intense, it rends us. And yet we dare not speak it for fear it will be mocked, pitied, shamed. To speak out hunger for male love would demand that we name the intensity of our lack and our loss."

and i think there really is so much shame around that because 1) a lot of pop feminism is centered around capitalist individualism and on some level it feels anti-feminist to admit this, and 2) it so often gets misinterpreted or belittled; either you're some boy-crazed idiot who needs to be more independent or you just have daddy issues (why the fuck do we belittle daddy issues so much i fucking hate that shit). but something about the phrasing of it (or maybe just the fact that it's bell hooks lol) made me think of it more from a hippie, commie, "the love for your fellow human is the most sacred and valuable thing in the world" perspective and it's like. yeah man that shit DO be hurting. it aint right to be so emotionally and even physically separated from a whole half of the population. and for me even though i have reasonably good relationships with my dad and brother, there's this greater sense of disconnect from my community at large BECAUSE of patriarchal influence. i wish i could feel safe and assured that my fellow countrymen would look out for me but i simply have never been given enough reason to trust arab men at large. this is genuinely one of the biggest reasons why i struggled with internalized racism so much for so long, and i often still do.

but all that said, i think in a weird way all of that fuckiness is why i ended up finding misogyny kink so soothing, and especially dykebreaking. beyond the fact that shit's sexy and it doesn't always have to be that deep, it also started off as a way for me to explore this feeling without having to label it one way or another. "sure, it's just a kink, whatever." for a long time i'd thought that small, very repressed pull towards men might just be comphet. for a lot of people that probably is it !! but as stated, i had a weird mix of factors that made me like this lol. the more i started to connect with men, the more i was like ooohh. it is not comphet, and it is not just a kink.

there's something very soothing, empowering, and healing about taking all those things that have stopped me from being able to connect with men and using them to form such loving and intimate connections. i love being treated like an object while knowing with all my heart that i'm respected and appreciated and i'm not going to be tossed aside. i love being treated as sinful, corrupting whore that tempts the worst impulses out of men, while knowing that the man in question adores and values me as deeply as i do him.

anyway, idk how to end this. i just be yapping. the moral is i love my Doms with literally my whole being and sometimes the most feminist thing u can do is slap a girl around and call her a cunt to heal a broken lil piece of her soul.

[transmascsonicthehedgehog]

I will give them credit that while it's clear that Sonic the franchise is becoming more lgbt friendly, it sucks that even Ian Flynn can't come out and say Tangle and Whisper or really anyone for that matter are objectively gay.

I bring this up cause apparently there's a legitimate nonbinary character in Crash Bandicoot who uses They/Them and WHATT. THATS SO COOL. I wish we could get that level of safely saying inclusive stuff yk?

ikr..........

i think i joked once that if sega REAAAAAAAAAAALLY wants to outshine nintendo they should just come right out and confirm queer characters like whisper and tangle BUT...... that'll probably never happen. if they DO ever confirm whisper and tangle it'll probably be over pride month or in the most lowkey way ever ( i.e the lesbian colors behind them in that one panel )

[lordprettyflackotara]

Hey! Just wanted to say I really enjoyed part three to your til dawn series! I really enjoyed reading reader getting chased down by the creeps, especially Bens little cameo, I really like the inclusion of them and makes the story feel a lot better, if that makes sense! I was jsut wondering, what were the other storylines were, since you mentioned that there was 4 different ones that you scrapped and I’m really interested to hear what they were like, if that’s okay with you

hi!! yes ofc i’d love to share :) i really wanted the other creeps to make a cameo. honestly for this fic i wanted to emphasize the importance of the worlds merging. so i knew walking into part three the other creeps were going to be a big part of it. i’ll talk about the ones that almost made the cut since they’re the most interesting.

concept 1: i thought about having Jack kinda sitting you down and explaining the mansions, the other creeps, his diet, etc to y/n and it not going well. (obviously a normal person wouldn’t give a thumbs up) i may make a one shot about this concept, but i originally thought about Jack chasing you, his hunger clouding his judgment or desire to keep you or something in between. i scrapped it bc i couldn’t find a way to incorporate the other creeps & i thought it was kinda contradicting to be his mate then hunted down cause Jack was out of control

concept 2: this one really almost made the cut until i realized the entire concept made EJ really ooc in till dawn. in this one he was going to bring you to the mansion, introducing the idea of you to all of the creeps but it not going well. i thought playing on the discrimination of having a human in the mansion. masky, being a proxy, in this one was super against you residing there. (cause yk proxy lore) the plot in this one was ben introducing the idea of a ‘game’ one where EJ proves he can protect you and control his hunger at the same time. the creeps would chase after you, their inability to catch you up to Jack. He’d be the last one left and would (plot hole) be hungry, so catching you and ignoring the blood pumping in your veins would be a real challenge. i mainly scraped this one bc in till dawn i don’t see EJ putting you in danger by bringing you to the mansion when his roommates are so unhinged.

in till dawn i really wanted emphasize that even though your dynamic with EJ begins with obsession and infatuation, after he mates with you his character develops just a bit. for him it goes beyond that now, unable to process love, he just thinks you’re his world. a fragile world that needs endless protection and him by your side.

i thought incorporating Slender’s mansion was not only a nice cameo, but a good tie in for EJ’s character. the mansion is all he knows socially, the only people he’s been exposed to all of the years he’s been this way. it’s all he has. and now that he has you, merging the two long term is unavoidable. plus, i like writing about the dynamics of the creeps and the head cannons i enjoy/how i envision each characters behavior.

lemme know if you have any other questions or thoughts i’d love to hear them. i’ve been in the creep fandom since i’ve been 12, im so glad there are folks out there who still enjoy it like i do. <3

[wvbaandtheboys]

hi fellas so since I’m writing up sandman lore with some I already shared but deleted cause I wanna make it yk. better. I might just write it up tbh. cause it has to do with character relations (them having known each other for a while) but see

I’m gonna be recycling the arm wrestling cast cause they have minor inclusion in le lore + sandman, peter and mac all knew each other before they started boxing 👀 stay tuned more at. uh. whenever I get to doing this idk