#its how id dress if i was more confident

[periipheral]

actually no clue what i look like, but simself i guess

[haroldthehuckleberry]

Step-Son MPreg

CW- mpreg, sex, language, Step-Son X Step-Dad storyline

I always fancied my step-dad since i met him i thought he was hot, hes a classic himbo, hes tall, muscly, blonde and stupid as can be.

I never knew if he was purposefully flirting with me of was just too stupid to understand it was wrong, but it being wrong made me so horny, id often wank off after he’d compare our hand sizes, snuggle up to me or even bend over to empty the dishwasher, anything and everything he did turned me on so hard! he always wore clothes that left nothing to the imagination, short-shorts, crop-tops or no tops! My actual dad loved this about him and it made me so jealous seeing them cuddle and kiss and then one day… my dad went on a business trip. it was now or never.

i came downstairs in my dressing-gown and boxers showing off my abs and mediocre pecs i walked into the living room to my step-dad half asleep on the couch only in his briefs and white running socks, sweating and scratching his perfect body when he saw me he woke up a little and pushed a finger into his underwear suggestively “oh… hey man” he said in a gruff half awake voice “h-hey” i stammered taken aback by how horny he already seemed my cock visibly swelled in my already tight boxers. he glanced down to it quickly and blushed “come here pal i have something to show you” he said gesturing for me to walk over- i follow his orders and sit next to him, he places his hand on the back of my head and pulls me in for a deep long kiss. i rest my hand on his groin and feel his cock twitch and harden through his pants i then slowly kiss his neck, then his chest, then his abs until his beautiful totem-pole of a cock is in-front of my face. i confidently slip it all into my throat in one go and he lets out a little moan.

i suck him off for what feels like an hour before he pulls me up by my armpits and spins me around, he lifts my dressing gown up and squeezes my ass before bending me over the couch as he teases my underwear down making my cock twitch due to the prolonged friction, he then rubs the head of his penis along the outside of my un-used hole while i beg for his cock i then moan loudly as he slides it all in at once. he grabs the hair on the back of my head and holds my cock in the other one of his massive veiny hands his expert technique instantly turns me into a worthless hole only purpose is to please him, after a few hours of fucking and cumming we fall asleep on the couch naked together.

after a few more days of constant fucking, sucking and cumming my real dad comes home and we have to start being discrete, doing it in one of our cars or while hes away or even just quietly under the kitchen table, the closer he is, the hotter we find it.

after months of this i notice a small ball in the centre of my stomach while getting dressed i think nothing of it and carry on and on until its too obvious to hide under baggy clothes, i tell people im just bulking cause i want to build mass, i wanted to believe it but me and my step dad knew it was more.

his cum must be super-human i quickly became the biggest pregnant person id ever seen i stuck to my story but less and less people believed it that was when my dad confronted me “hey buddy!” he said putting his head around my door into my room as i lay weighted down by my planet-belly, “ive noticed that your clearly pregnant” i try to sit up and defend myself but it takes me far to long to even start bending my mid-section “you dont need to deny it i know what it looks like-you where one hell of a baby! anyway i was just wondering who the daddy was and if hes in the picture” i knew he was asking because my other dad was never in the picture “well erm he kind of is” i finally admit rubbing my tight taught skin “its m-my step dad” i say defeated. “no fucking way!” my dad says more surprised than angry he finally steps fully in my room without a shirt on revealing his own pretty-large pregnant belly…

[breadnauppercrust]

some designs i came up with for the girls in miraculous. the idea was 'what if they could have multiple outfits like sailor moon, as told by ginger, or totally spies?' and 'what if their clothes reflected their story arc?' however, i kind of gave up on them because i no longer have time to work on it as much as i would like to, so below this are copy+paste from my wip instagram account. lowkey its fanfiction-y lol

Alya:

Alya redesigns! tbh don’t know if they’re cohesive but 🤷‍♀️

S1: dresses for comfort & is geeky - think DrWho/Marvel/Tumblr. Obsessed w superheroes & has dedicated blog for each one, & that includes LB. Beginning of her & Maris friendship, starts to dates nino halfway s1.

S2: Mari influences her way of dress, still geeky but experimenting w clothes. Ladyblog becomes popular, interested in finding out her secret ID. Is also investigating akumas, HM, The Who/what/where/whys. Lowkey figures out who ladybug is but doesn’t say anything. Has been given fox miraculous at least a couple times.

S3: notices changes in Maris behavior & confronts her. Becomes fox miraculous holder full time, helps LB figure out who HM is & shares all the info she’s found. CN lowkey pushed to the side, causing friction, bc wrapped up w finding out who HM is ig. Constantly wears a Fanny pack now for trixx. Goes w comfortable but stylish clothes (ig lol idk) also at this point is BFF w Mari

Chloe:

S1: wears preppy designer brands to impress mom, despite living in diff countries. Basic mean girl, her only friends being Sabrina and Adrien - whose a childhood friend & lowkey helped him attend school. Both know how it feels to “lose” a parent & Adrien has seen a softer side of her. Probably has a crush on him ig. Maris bully, jealous of her talents at sewing & making friends easily, & prob her knit tight family.

S2: still preppy but w 60/70s inspo. Given bee miraculous a couple times, has resisted akumas - info she uses to help others later. Helping ppl & being somewhat nice makes her feel good & likes the appreciation from others+LB. Maybe Mom moves back to Paris w half sister, Zoe - might be significantly younger than Chloe idk. Didn’t like her at first but warms up to her as season goes on. Sees lil sister copying her & their mom, has an epiphany ig. Connects dots on akumas & feelings & tries to be better.

Should Zoe exist tho??? idk

S3: preppy but more casual. She’s nicer but still sarcastic, has made a few new friends, treating Sabrina better. Still trying to get moms approval tho & follows her around, even to fashion things w the Agreste. Notices Gabriel is acting strange, more distant towards Adrien, doesn’t notice what he’s doing or where he’s going. pt queen bee ig, probably given towards the very end of the season tbh by Adrien/CN after being ignored by LB bc of RR involvement w finding out HM id. AND noticing Chloe change significantly in the past several months (?) does Adrien reveal to her IDK he is still loyal to LB but eH

Mari:

1st Mari is shy, her outfits are safe & she kind of disappears in a crowd. She just became 🐞 & isn’t 💯 with her role yet. She’s designed and made her own clothes but doesn’t wear them outside of the house bc Chloe, oof

2nd she’s now comfortable being 🐞 & that boosts her confidence as Mari, she’s wearing more bold colors & outfits that she may or may not have designed herself 👀

3rd 🐞 is now the guardian of the miraculous box, has bigger responsibilities & problems to deal with. Being 🐞 has creeped into her daily life. Doesn’t have time to design/make clothes so wears w/e, but tries to appear happy.

Kagami:

i like the idea of kagami being prim and proper looking all preppy at the beginning, but after making friends she starts to rebel by modifying her school clothes w accessories but eventually wears w/e she wants w a punkish vibe. lowkey worried about falling into a trope so idk

[ransprang]

Never leave me

Astarion x fem!reader Smut & Fluff

Astarion fiddled with his necklace as he walked towards his door, who could be here at daytime? He opened and met eyes with y/n "Oh my arent you the new dweller of this town? how exciting you decided to pay a visit." You pursed your lips. You always thought it was a great help to know everyone living around.

-"Hi im y/n, thought id introduce myself." you said with a polite yet cautious smile.

-"y/n its a pleasure... to meet you. My name is Astarion, people hardly pay me a visit during the day. You are quite the special one arent you?" He said flamboyantly waving his hands. "Why, wont you enter my dear?" He slightly bowed beckoning you inward.

You raised an eyebrow and gave him a nod, as you took your first step into the house. As it got darker you stopped near the entrance and turned around with a jolt. "I just came to visit, courtesy as a neighbor. I should not bother you on a fine afternoon" you said. His gaze felt like it was already piercing through you but you returned an equally confident one.

He walked close to you standing between you and the door. "Oh darling please, do not need to be so formal with me. Id like you to loosen up a little. How about..." He looks around as he acted to ponder his next words. "you pay me a visit tonight?" You looked at him confused, worry lines across your forehead

-"what a weird way to welcome your neighbors, you did not even ask why I have moved around here".

He smiled - "Oh please, y/n I think we both need it dont we?" He said raising one eyebrow with a big smile.

You were amused, -"Astarion, I really do wonder what gives you the need to be like that with a stranger, but I need to head out now thank you for the warm welcome," you pushed him out of your way, but, you noticed the grim change in his expression.

You marched out of his place, as he held the door open behind, gaining his smile back and exclaiming "I could make the welcome warmer tonight if you wish!" as you heard the door behind click close.

You walked away back to your place with a burning curiosity, what could this strange man be on about. At twilight the city lit up purple as you stood by your window wearing a long white dress. All comfortable at home with candles lit and the fire place crackling. You were uneasy, just could not sit or stand still. You wanted to go and find out what Astarion was all about.

You stepped out with a shawl over your shoulders to cover yourself wearing your silky white dress. You walked to Astarion's door once again and rang the bell. Your eyes glinting with curiosity as you hear the creak of the door, it slightly slid open but Astarion was not there to greet you. You thought you saw a red glow of an eye stare at you through the slight gap but nothing more. You took a deep breath mustering courage and you walked ahead pushing the door open.

There was no sight of anyone inside, just an empty air about the place. You could feel your heart beat, your body searching in desperation. You suddenly heard a sultry raspy voice, "Come to me..." from up ahead. You slow jogged forward trying to find Astarion, your sandals clanking against his tiles.

You reached the main chamber and as you saw he was up ahead laying, naked on the bed. His hard penis long and sturdy pointing up. "Come sit," he said, extending his arm to point towards the edge of the bed.

Your eyes widened at the grand view before you. You had never witnessed a man without his clothes, and that too in such a suggestive form. You stood there stunned with your mouth slightly open. This was quite an exquisite sight. Your face flushed with embarrassment, you shut your eyes and turned your back to him.

After a few seconds your turned back, and that is when you noticed the scar on his back, you walked closer to him and stood by the edge of the bed. "what is that?" you enquired making Astarion shuffle and sit up. He looked you in the eye, you could tell you had been asking some hard hitting questions, but did not know why it was the case.

Astarion replied "Oh dear, you need not worry about that, let me show you better things, like one night of love..." You were interested in his words now, "One night? hmm i think everyone deserves a lifetime of love."

-"y/n thats just lies I tell people in the morning, so they can go back home with a smile" Astarion said rolling his eyes.

You smiled wide "is that so? then who lies to you?"

The room filled with silence, Astarion was visibly flustered, searching for words. You immediately added on "well let me lie to you then, you need not do this. You deserve love for a life time as much as the people you tell that to." You said with conviction.

Astarion was still silent, he looked shocked as he got up and stood next to you. He took a step closer to you as you both looked into each others eyes.

You spoke again "I dont know what that scar is about, but you can talk to me, I promise. I'll listen, and understand." Astarion finally brought about a very faint smile as he shook his head dejected, you gave him a warm smile "its okay, if you ever want to I am there," as you turned around and left his place back to yours.

You went about your days, in the new town. Figuring out different locations, shops and making yourself feel more at home. Even though, you could not get that man out of your mind. The way he made you feel, he had a warmth in his smile, pain in his eyes, and of course you had seen his whole body. But, he was not shy about that, you felt closer to him without ever hearing his story.

A few days went by, late in the evening when your day had finished someone knocked at your door. You wondered who it could be, you opened to see Astarion standing at the gate. Wearing a loose ruffled white linen shirt with puffed sleeves and black pants.

He greeted "y/n, didnt mean to surprise you but you stole a piece of my mind. Ive come to collect it." You gave him a bright smile, just seeing him again made you so happy.

-you replied "Please come in Astarion, ill make you some tea." Astarion immediately shuddered "Unfortunately, y/n ill pass on that." You were confused but this man was a heap of surprises.

"Please take a seat," As he sat on your couch and you joined him with some water. Astarion began talking "You paid me a visit, how could I not visit my dear neighbor."

-"I am glad you dropped by!" you chimed. Astarion smiled "About the things that were left unsaid, y/n you see...I am a vampire." His expression changed "I wanted to tell you this, I do not have a choice over my body and...it has not been the easiest road here."

Your eyes widened in shock, as you sat up straight. He smiled "Scared? That I'll bite you," you got a hold of yourself "In that case I could be scared of anyone, but I choose to be brave. If you bite me you bite me. Also I promised to listen, to understand." Astarion looked shocked again but he continued telling you his story, and his past.

When Astarion was done talking he looked at you sharing a moment of quiet, when you decided to hop closer and hug him. You buried your face in his neck as you tightly pulled him close with your arms wrapped around. He slowly but surely returned the hug gently caressing you back, he rested his head on top of yours.

Astarion began kissing your head as he held your waist firmly pushing you back to face you. He kissed your forehead and then your cheeks but just as he was about to kiss your lips you moved back. He retreated looking at you in shock "Everything alright? No need to be shy, come to me..."

You hesitated, "You're the first man I've seen naked, I have also never kissed anyone...I cant do this."

Astarion gave a chuckle, "Oh y/n but I can just teach you, there's no problem in that." You pursed your lips and turned your face to the side, tears in your eyes "What if I am the worst you have ever had, what if I mess up the kiss, do not know what to do with my body in bed. I do not want to mess it up. I do not want you to touch me."

Astarion was left stunned, he had never heard anyone deny him in that way. He pondered, why did y/n care about that, was she afraid to disappoint him? He smiled to himself, as he pulled you by the arm and pressed his lips against yours.

You moved your lips in rhythm to his, as you felt his lower lip between yours and then yours between his. Astarion slid his tongue in and fought yours as you felt the texture of his mouth. Your pussy wet, as Astarion slides his hand up your dress to your panties. He tactfully slides your panties to the slide and starts massaging your folds eventually flicking your clit. He deepens in the kiss pushing you back onto the couch, laying on top of you he rubs your clit as you moan into his mouth. Pressing your thighs together to lock his hand between your legs from pleasure you could feel Astarion smugly smile as he kissed you. He used his other hand to squeeze your breast as you arched you body. As he rubbed faster your moans got louder and he suddenly stopped. Pulled away and sat up "Not yet, darling."

Astarion took off his clothes as you sat up with your dress loosely dangling. You looked at him starry eyed, once he was done with himself he came close and very gently took off your dress, and pulled down your panties. Your cheeks red, no one had ever seen you like that. Astarion stepped back to look at your body as you embarrassingly hid your chest and privates. "So beautiful, might I say with the way you look at me and your body, you are probably the best I have ever had." You let your hands down, exposing yourself shyly.

He stepped forward with conviction as he pulled you close, cupping your face, kissing you again, as his body touched yours. You could feel his penis poke you. He slowly moved to your neck and used his teeth to pinch your skin as a tease before moving to your chest and sucking your nipples, he kissed down to your belly in a line downwards leading to your clit as he began licking your swollen folds, he sucked on them. As he used his hands to prop your leg to the side giving him better access.

Astarion slid one finger through your entrance to give you a taste of what he would feel like as you let out a squeal. He looked up at you while licking your clit shocked at how only one finger was too much for you to take. He slowly began sliding it in and out making your walls comfortable, as he added his second finger. Astarion could feel you tighten your walls from the slight discomfort but he slowly pumped till you were comfortable again.

Astarion now stopped and stood up. He licked his fingers clean off your juices, you were excited. Ready for Astarion to put his penis inside of you.

He laid you down on the couch as he got on top, he positioned his tip which was much more girthy than his two fingers. You were scared as you raised your neck to try and get a glimpse of what was going on. Astarion swiftly used his free hand to hold you from the back of your neck and push his penis inside halfway as you rolled your head back in his grasp letting out half a moan and a scream. He now laid himself flat on top of you "There, there I'll let the rest of me slide in slowly," You closed your eyes as your felt him in your vagina. Astarion began kissing you as he slowly pushed himself all the way in.

Astarion thrusted inside of you as you naturally wrapped your legs around his waist tightly, you felt his balls clap against you, as you fought with his tongue in your mouth. Astarion pulled you on top of him, as you now sat on his dick while he laid on his back. You were breathing heavy, as you began grinding back and forth. Your clit rubbed against his crotch. Astarion held your waist tightly with his hands guiding you as he slowly began pounding from beneath as you moved front and back. The pleasure so intense your back gave in as your crouched forward onto his chest holding onto his shoulders wanting to collapse.

He immediately took charge as he sat up to support you. You sat on his dick in his lap as both of your chests rubbed together. You both moved back and forth, while tightly hugging one and another. You buried your face in his neck, while straddling him.

He pushed you onto your back as he was on top again and he pounded faster than before "say my name y/n", you opened your eyes from ecstasy "Astarion" you managed out a whisper. "Louder" he scolded while gritting his sharp teeth. You obeyed "Ast...Astarion!" You said while rolling your head back and arching your back. This prompted him to violently pump, and with one last thrust, deep inside of you he panted and groaned while shooting his cum. Your legs tightened around his waist, toes curling.

As you both relaxed from the climax Astarion fell to your side, you turned to face him. You had a smile on your face as you used your hand to move a stray hair out of his face and cup his cheek. He smiled at you while holding your hand that rested on his face. He moved it to his lips and kissed your palm before pulling you into a sweaty embrace. "See it was simply perfect y/n" He said into your ear. You hugged him tighter, you really wanted to say do not ever leave me. But, you knew freedom meant everything to his man. So you whispered to him " I...will never leave you." Astarion gasped, he could only hug you back tighter.

Your tea,

Admin Sav

[cixrosie]

Under You

Prompt : " You smell so Good" Character B whispers as they continue to litter kisses down Character A's jaw and neck, revealing in the noises Character A lets involuntary slip out of their mouth

from @dumplingsjinsonfrom this prompt list

warning: slightly suggestive

Beau had been gone for about a week and half on an extended roadie and he had been texting you nonstop, so you knew he missed you but you missed him just as much. He texted you earlier that day saying he found an earlier flight so he would be home later tonight .

You decided to order his favorite food and put it in the refrigerator for him when he gets home . You also decide to clean around the house a little even though it wasn't really dirty just a little dusty . After you are done cleaning the house you decide to chill for the rest of the day. Just relaxing and watching shows on the couch to past the time until Beau comes home.

You wake up when you feel yourself being lifted off from the couch , at first you started freaking out but the musky scent of Beaus cologne settled you back down. " hi" he said with a smirk on his face "Hi" you responded with a sleepy smile on your face that shows the amount of love for the man who's carrying you to your shared bedroom.

" how was your flight" , " it was good , would've been better with you though" he responded as he played you down in your spot on the bed. It was then you realized he was already dressed for bed . " how long have you been home" you asked him " about two hours I thought id let you sleep while I got undressed and ready for bed " he says as he starts to hover over you with a cocky smirk.

" oh yea" you say to him flirty , "yea" he says as he closes the gap between you two as he kisses you passionately. As you are laying down under him you get a surge of confidence and flip you both over so you are on top of Beau. You don't know how you were able to successfully flip over a tall and muscly hockey player , you are pretty sure its because of him being tired but were gonna credit your amazing core strength lol.

"wow " Beau says as he looks at you from under you . You then start kissing his jaw and down his neck letting him know exactly how much you missed him. " You smell so good " you whisper as you take a quick break from attacking his neck and jaw, but resuming almost immediately. As you are really enjoying the noises Beau is making as you mark him up.

" I love you so much " he says as he grips your hips tightly " I love you more My Beau" you say " but I can definitely feel how much you are enjoying this " You tease as you look down between you two and look back at him smirking. " oh yea " he says " yea" you responded . As you said that Beau flipped you both over so you were now back under him and he whispers " let me show just just how much" and you knew you were in for a long , enjoyable night with the man you are sure you're going to marry .

a/n : Ahh hi this is my third fic and its pretty short and I don't know how I feel about it but had to give my man Beau some love also imagine this as he's still with the Canucks BECAUSE I REFUSE TO ACCEPT HES WITH * THAT* TEAM

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[foern]

hii!! how are you doing?? this is my first time so i applogize if i lack of details/u have a hard time understanding this. May i request for Tokyo Revengers (Mitsuya, Draken, Rindou) where they compliment or just appreciates s/o but she just cries when she heard ut? she kinda barely got attention and praises like that so it kind of melts her heart

they can be like normally say "im so grateful for you" "ur so pretty", but s/o just cries as a response HAHDHSJA I wanna know what theyd do or react, if thats okay ofc! i apologize if im dosturbing your time, i hope u have a great day!

~😻

Anon tysm for this request! I had a lot of fun writing it! I haven’t really read the Manga, so I don’t think I know enough about Rindou to write for him. I replaced him with Mikey, I hope that's okay!

Sorry this id kind of short and took forever, ive been super busy (literally moved to another continent). Anyway, hope you like it!

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Mikey

Mikey’s eyes followed you as you busied yourself in the kitchen, grabbing ingredients to prepare breakfast for the two of you—bacon and eggs. Distracted, you cracked an egg into the hot pan, oblivious to Mikey’s intense gaze. The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a radiant glow on everything it touched, including you. With messy hair from sleep, clad in Mikey’s sweatshirt, and a bare face, you looked absolutely stunning.

“You’re so pretty.” Your gaze swiftly met the blonde-haired boy's; his eyes sparkled, and a warm, admiring smile graced his lips. There was no doubt in the world that he was anything but sincere.

“Don’t be stupid.” You mumble, an obvious blush creeping its way onto your cheeks. Truth be told, you felt completely hideous that day. Your hair was an unbrushed mess, you had no makeup on, and you were still in your pajamas. A wave of insecurity washed over you; a heavy weight settled itself on your chest. As tears welled up in your eyes you turned back to the eggs, unwilling to let Mikey see you cry.

“Hey, hey, hey, why the tears?” Mikey stands up from his chair and steps in front of me. He rests his hand on my waist, rubbing soothing circles into my skin. The words catch in my throat, making it impossible to articulate the emotions flooding over me. Truth be told, I don't even know why I'm crying. His free hand gently lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"You're beautiful," he reassures, his thumb moving from my chin to caress my lip, "Especially when you're making me breakfast."

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Mitsuya

I delicately run my fingers across the luxurious texture of my dress, savoring the sensation of the soft fabric across my skin. My gaze takes in every detail of the meticulously crafted garment—each stitch, every contour, a testament to its thoughtful design. A nervous smile graces my lips as I turn to meet Takashi’s gaze.

“What do you think?” I ask, my voice carrying a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. A faint blush creeps over my face as I catch him admiring my silhouette. His response, a simple yet sincere "You look absolutely stunning," sends a rush of warmth through me.

His bluntness catches me off guard for a moment. I never really grew up receiving compliments, so even now, they have the power to surprise me. A warm weight settles into my chest as an unexpected wave of emotion washes over me. The confident smile I wore earlier fades, replaced by a genuine, slightly flustered one. Rising from his chair, he makes his way towards me.

As he stands before me, placing a hand gently on my hip and the other softly on my cheek, I can't help but marvel at the tenderness in his touch. I hadn't realized a tear was rolling down my face until he wiped it away with his thumb. My heart melts at this action, his eyes never leaving mine. His unwavering, concerned gaze causes my tears to flow more steadily.

“You mean it?” I manage to utter, my voice carrying a mix of disbelief and gratitude. I honestly don’t know why I’m crying, but in this moment, none of that matters. He shakes his head with a reassuring nod. His hand guides me into a comforting hug, the type you never want to leave. “Of course, but I don’t know why you’re crying though. I think it means I should just compliment you more often.”

[meowzilla93]

So I’ve seen so much ragging on Baxter calling himself a rebel or a bad boy, and it hurts me! ( I know most of it is in jest, its okay!) But I wanted to explain how he really IS what he claims to be, even though may just seem like a privileged individual

(I really had to reduce this from an essay to fit tumblrs character limit, I am talking like a 2k word essay, so its condensed but covers my points lol also please keep in mind I have taken canon information and given my interpretation of the information to this)

Lets look at the definition of a Bad Bay archetype – a cultural archetype often defined as a male who behaves badly, especially within societal norms. Qualities associated with this archetype is confidence, independence and/or assertiveness (though there are the negative connotations such as manipulation, dishonesty or a lack of consideration for others, but we are not focusing on those as these do not reflect Baxter)

And what is a rebel? At its core, it is a person who resist any authority, control, or tradition. Rebels like to change up the status quo, refusing to conform to societal pressures and controlling figures.

So lets look at Baxter Alexander Ward’s life:

Brought up in wealth

Was sheltered and raised with certain values

Parents were controlling and dictated a lot of his life

Was never treated like a child, but as an adult his whole life

More than likely taught to think himself above everyone (which he confirms)

Raised with very bigoted, misogynistic, homophobic and just cruel morals and notions  

If we look at those specific points, where does the Bad Boy archetype fit first?

By the time he reaches 19 years of age, he wants to be able to make connections outside of the circle of money he was raised in

Though he keeps up appearances for his parents, he tends to thumb his parents way of life, not wanting to become the same type of people they are

Rather than endorse their way of thinking, he becomes more open and accepting

(this boy might have mighty expectations for himself, but for others, he will never expect more than they can provide)

He is the very thing his parents do no approve off; Pansexual, accepting of others, opposite to what they want

By the time he is 19 years old, he is already snubbing his parents and their values, wanting to move outside of their circle of life and live his own life. There is the understanding that he was already sleeping around in high school, and considering his partners would be of all genders, the rumors circulating him would affect the image of the family, which his parents would not approve off. His visual looks, moving heavily into the black/ white monochrome and more alternative fit outside the expectations of what his family would expect of him. He dresses as he pleases, not as someone else would want him to.

These may seem like little actions, little acts of rebelling against his family, but these are MASSIVE in the context of his life. To flip the entire narrative that he learnt from his parents, and continues to do so in every way that he is able to. Sure, he gets a fake ID to just get a car to sight see in and get booze for himself to drink when out for dinner or even at home. But these acts are against what his parents expect or event want of him, what their social circle would expect of him, and as such, he fits the Bad Boy narrative within THAT social circle. And that is what matters in this context.

So, of course, this feeds into the rebel label. Going against everything he was taught, becoming the opposite person his parents expected of him. Resisting the control that his parents try and enforce on him and finding ways to escape the grip of expectation. I repeat myself a lot here but its that constant push back on what his parents expected of him, the morals, the views, the way he should handle himself and what they wanted of him. Baxter's rebellion is deep,y rooted in a sincere desire for authenticity, change and self-discovery, making him a truly compelling character.

Baxter at 19 years old was the Bad Boy Rebel of his families social circle. From the outside he just seems like a typical rich kid that was a bit strange, but from the inside, that’s where the rebelling sat.

Baxter at 24 is the man that continued in that path of rebellion. He further cut himself away from what his parents wanted, stood on his own two feet and tried to become the type of person he could be proud of. He separated himself from their morals, their visions, their actions. His mother who held charities to make connections and get a tax kick back? He does it to actually help people and does it almost pro-bono, no expectation to gain anything further from it. His father who holds a franchise and makes money from others manual labor? He takes the labor from others and takes it on himself to ensure that the day that they have (be it wedding or birthday or another event entirely) goes swimmingly and they have less stress than where they started.

Baxter continues to be a Rebel and Bad Boy as he grows and matures, as he continues to shun the way he grew up and becomes a better person for it.

There are probably other key points I have missed, but these are the ones that stood out to me, cementing the idea that Baxter Alexander Ward is a through and through

Rebellious Bad Boy

Thank you for coming to my (slightly unhinged) TED (tumblr) Talk.

[youremyheaven]

Jennie: Kibbe Analysis

This is a random topic I'm extremely passionate about and I've been working on this hypothesis for a long time. This is going to be a little long so bear with me besties 😌

Jennie is often typed as a Flamboyant Gamine/FG in Kibbe communities and I think this is dead wrong. She's clearly a Theatrical Romantic/TR.

Flamboyant Gamines are described as having a straight narrow build and kind of athletic. Curves are minimal.

These are pictures of Jennie at a normal weight. Her body is fuller, lush and rounded. She's lost a lot of weight this year so she looks very underweight rn. Its easy to tell from these pictures that her weight is stored in her chest, hips and thighs. Her face is fuller and her cheeks are round when she's at a more normal weight.

Her build is neither straight nor narrow and she most definitely does not have an "athletic build".

In fact she was one of the few Kpop idols who had a healthier-looking body but she's very underweight right now😩

Just compare these two looks to each other. She looks good in the black outfit but awful in the yellow/white one. Why? Because she's not wearing her lines or honouring her essence.

All TRs have Romantic/Dramatic/Ingenue essence and so does Jennie. When she wears light, pastel colours, shapeless outfits and "cutesy" accessories, she looks very washed out and unlike herself.

Look at these outfits and how they make her shine. Its her Dramatic essence that makes her give off these boss bitch vibes. Even in the bottom two outfits where she's wearing jeans and a pant suit in the other, the colors, the fit, the styling enhances her Romantic/Dramatic/Ingenue essence and makes her really stand out.

Its her Ingenue essence that makes her look so babyish and look younger than she is.

However, despite her babyface she does not look purely innocent. She has that femme fatale charm and magnetism.

(L to R)

Joan Collins, Mila Kunis

Selena Gomez & Jennie

The other 3 are Kibbe verified Theatrical Romantics and look at all of their faces together. They clearly project a similar quality. All of them have very seductive "bedroom" eyes, full lush faces that are very youthful looking. There's an undeniable magnetism to all of them. They all clearly fit the Romantic Dramatic Ingenue essence.

This is what Jennie wore to the Met Gala this year. This outfit clearly shows how you can wear your lines and still not honour your essence. This look is too cutesy for Jennie. It honours her Romantic-Ingenue essence but not her powerful Dramatic essence.

Compare the above outfit to the two outfits below. She looks so elegant, ladylike and poised in these. It seems to bring out a very different side to her. She does not look out of place or "plain" in these.

The thing with Kibbe IDs like Theatrical Romantic/Soft Dramatic is that its very hard to play down the glamour of the ID. They are by nature so extravagant and luxurious. So in an outfit that's even a notch below the mark, these individuals look very drab and boring.

Look at these 3 outfits and compare them with her looks from above. All 3 are very Gamine lewks but they do not flatter her in the slightest. She simply looks out of place in these clothes.

It goes against her ID and her essence.

However in the last few years there's been a clear departure to her earlier style and she seems to prefer to dress like a Gamine

TRs have a femme fatale essence, this can overwhelm others

Gamines have a sweeter, gentler presence that is not as overpowering.

In the past when Jennie still dressed according to her ID. She often received a lot of flak for being "YG's Princess", "Ice Queen" and was heavily bullied online for her perceived attitude and style.

Just look at the confident boss bitch aura she radiates even in these casual outfits that bring out her Dramatic essence and look at the ones above where she looks gentler and less intimidating.

She rarely even wears makeup these days which is just sad. Considering the hate she received so early on in her career it makes sense as to why she'd downplay her style so heavily and try to appear "softer" and meeker. Its truly sad that a woman has been villainized to such an extent that she feels the need to change her own image.

This is the power of Image Identity. I'll make another post about how several celebs have successfully incorporated their IDs to sell their image and what changing ID looks like.

These are all outfits she wore on tour this year and last year and you can tell that she's clearly trying to appear more cutesy and girly. However they are not very harmonious on her.

these are just a few of her old outfits but look at how good she looks in these outfits!!

✨her aura✨is unmatched, she looks fierce and powerful and completely in charge; no wonder the netizens were pissed.

Given the rumours about Blackpink's potential disbanding, I am intrigued to see how her style will change and develop when she has the independence to be herself and not worry about outshining others or "standing out too much".

[violetbluegreenharmon]

i am literally violet harmon!!! she is me!!! guys i wouldnt normally say this but we r the exact age!!! although my bday is soon so that sucks :( i hate bdays. but i will be the same age taissa was when filming! did u know she was only 16! i like that because it makes it more realistic… i feel like all the actors now who plays teens are like 24! (sorry evan)!!!! but she is so amazing!! i could talk about violet for ever <3 i love her because of her style and personality… she was so well written!!!! although wish we got more solo scenes. she was amazing! she was in love which was TRAGIC 💔, she was emotional, listened to rock and dressed so cool!! but no!!! mum!!!! i dont smoke!!! i have never smoked a fag in my life and have only vaped a few times. she would probs hate vaping anyways because she smokes cigs. also ultraviolence is considered rock and alt pop so i can say i listen to rock!! right? anyways… feel like she would love lana del rey <3 i love her so much but who more… they are too different to say! but i love violet.. i love tate too.. tate girlie am i rite. no im violet so i have to love tate!!! and she loved morrissey!!! ME TOO!!! theyre from england too!!! a few years ago i was a lil obsessed w the smiths!! i stopped listening because it was sad and a sad time in my life but i listen to them sometimes!! i love violet smsmsmsmsmsmsmsmsm!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!! is this shitposting? anyway!! yes. i love violet. and her outfits so cute!! how she layers and wears very earth colours… red, purple, brown.. and florals !! v earthy and a grounded way to dress. shows clarity and confidence in the universe!!! fate and all that!! ✨ and she listens to grunge and rock.. well… i dont rrally listen to it too much. i listen to pop id say mostly but lana del rey mostly of all.. !!! by the way did you know she was originally written as a goth??? i dont wanna be goth so im happy. i feel like it wouldve been CLICHÉ yk!!! a goth.. who selfharms.. and kills herself… yeah no :). not a good thing. guys she killed herself 😭😭’you took so many’ OH NO!!! well i dont wanna speak to much abt this topic.. too sad. :( sorry! i love violet! and manga <3 she read nana! i havent read it its so expensive !!! one day tho <3 but what else.. she hates her parents. not me. i mean my dad a little but if u go where u no! anyways! praise violet <3

[v-anrouge]

i almost never draw men despite being a gay homosexual fruity man so genderbends just really tickle my pickle however twst fans are so egregiously bad at doing genderbends??? do. people just think genderbends are longer hair, boobs, and an hourglass figure? fem!vil would not just be vil but with allat YOU WANKERS RAAAGGHHHHH. vil is feminine because hes a MAN and is breaking out of the norms of being a man. his femininity is crucial to his identity as a man. whatever he may be, he'll always be gnc, because the whole point about him is that he DESPISES stereotypical expectations of gendered presentation. he owns his masculinity while also being comfortable in his femininity. so if vil were a woman she'd have short hair, dress in typically masculine clothes, call herself a king-- fuck, vil would probably use he/him pronouns. all that wouldn't negate fem!vil's identity as a woman because her womanhood is based off being her truest self, of embracing the energy that makes her, her, even if it isn't stereotypically feminine, and breaking out of the norms is what gives her power and comfort in her identity. her womanhood IS breaking out of the confines that shackle women to this paragon of submissive perfection. it makes me mad when people waste the potential of genderbends especially since gender can add different and interesting nuance to a character given how the concept itself can shape and affect people's lives on the whole. not to mention, women are often given more shit for doing the exact same thing men do so it'd be interesting to see these characters changed to adapt to that. more people might be anti's of fem!vil than of og!vil. call her a manhater and a feminist that's weakening society and so much more horrible shit because every weak man just NEEDS to drag a strong woman down and humble her and though og!vil is already headstrong, full of confidence, and ready to give anyone shit, fem!vil would have to build her resilience even more against the raging misogyny she'd receive. she knows just how much the world hates women and gnc people like her and that's what motivates her even more to destroy society's narrowminded perception of gender. and you just know how butch women aren't even perceived as women by many members of the queer community-- she's a woman, and she's butch, masculine, etc etc and you'll know it. she won't take shit from both heteronormative people AND prejudiced queer people.

maybe im just speaking yappanese because twst doesn't really have the history of misogyny and sexism as the real world does however there is proof that there is toxic gender norms where we can see the toxic masculinity from the real world being reflected in epel so id take that as an indicator that we may share similarities in some of their societies.

anyhow point is that if you genderbend gnc characters like vil to just be the stereotypical representation of the gender you're bending tjem to, you're the person they hate the MOST. you're putting them in the box they DESPISE because you refuse to see all the effort they've put into their non-conforming identity and seeing them as nothing more than what you expect from them-- perceiving them in the constricting standard they're fighting to break. STOP MAKING ALL FEM!CHARACTERS SHORTER AND THINNER AND MORE CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE YOU SCAT STAINS!!!!! WHILE A PART OF WOMANHOOD AND UNDESERVING OF HATE, ITS NOT THE PARAGON OF WOMANHOOD BECAUSE THERE IS NO STANDARD TO IT AND TO DEPICT ALL FEM!CHARACTERS AS A MONOLITH OF THE SORT IS AN INJUSTICE TO THEM AS A WHOLE!!! you want a girlboss but can't even do girlbosses right what makes you think you can handle girlfailures or girldisasters OR GIRLINSANITY. women are not there for you to draw them pretty. they can be just as complex as their masc counterparts if not more than in some scenarios.

like fem!jamil would be even more tragic. fem!riddle too. fem!leona too. not to say that they aren't already full of existing nuance because they ARE and it's GREAT but fem characters are just so full of heart wrenching potential AND NO ONE TAKES IT UP RAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

anyways im not even a girl kisser but i would kiss fem!rook because i fucking love it when girls are unfiltered and creepy and off-putting and disturbing and covered in blood. maybe im bisexual. who knows.

also i just think fem!malleus would be super cool like ahagha girllll you're SO autistic and strange and frightening pleasseeee talk to me about gothic architecture while i explode.

ANON U ATE LIKE HIGHKEY OH MY GOD PLEASE IM PUTTINGTTHIS IN THE MAIN TAG

i never quite understood why i always disliked vil genderbents specifically until like some time ago that i realized the reason i hated it it's because the way people draw it (hyperfemme) doesn't make sense for vil's character, it doesn't make sense that vil, as a man would dress feminine to fight gender roles yet if he was a woman that wouldn't happen and she would still be dressing feminine. genderbents r such an :/ topic because most ppl that make them take the characters make them shorter, skinnier, puts then in tight short clothes, gives them long hair makeup and idk man it always puts me off like being a woman is way more than that and despite the fact a lot of women do present themselves that way, making EVERY character be like that is just idk it FEELS wrong. i feel like most genderbents r just copy and pastes of the same gender roles slapped into a character carelessly just because and honestly it fucking sucks

[old-lorarri]

hey love id like to request ─ lost cause . . . ❨ send me a description of yourself + a fandom and gender preference, and i’ll ship you with a character. ❩ for your 4k celebration. (for formula one) congrats on how quickly you've been growing! its amazing! <3 <3

hopefully i wont ramble on too much (:

i am an american girl in university/college. i go to a large college in the south, but i plan on moving to los angeles when i graduate, which is where i'm from. i am currently studying journalism and screenwriting. i do an internship in LA during the summer for the latter. i love sports, and writing. in the future i hope to write many movies and attend many sports events. my dream events to attend (in general not just sport) are the oscars (who doesnt) the met gala, and for sporting: el clasico in spain, as i am a major soccer fan, and the singapore grand prix. i like to convince myself im very fashionable, but as a student i dont have the budget for that yet. i still dress well, usually cool sneakers baggy pants and tight tops because im semi basic.

for appearence, i consider myself decently attractive because confidence is very important, and if you think you're ugly, you will be. i have high cheekbones, an unmentionable nose, plump lips, blue eyes, with pretty light eyebrows. i am also a proud member of the lewis hamilton forehead squad, and i do like it, most of the time. my hair is medium brown, which either makes me look very pale, or slightly tan (white girl problems ik).

my personality (the most important thing i believe) is pretty good! i try my hardest to be kind, and nice. im well read, working on being well spoken, and i think im a pretty good person. i like reading, and like learning, but not stem. i actually hate stem. im funny in an honest way (aka i dont know when im funny but when people laugh i try to keep it up), but im not a fan of changing the way i act around people. around authority figures i tend to tone it down a bit and be more respectful, but most of the time im just respectful in general. i try to help people, and im working on not being a people pleaser, which i think is a problem a lot of people deal with.

a few fun facts because for some reason i enjoy talking about myself a lot. i speak french and english. i want to live by the sea in the future. im learning spanish and portuguese. i have a fraternal twin sister. i love pets so much. i enjoy architecture, and im afraid of the deep sea but like beaches.

hopefully this isnt annoying, and i realize i sound totally self centered here, and have come to the realization that tone doesn't show over type :(

CARLOS SAINZ

the two of you have a house in la

carlos is def your muse for a lot of your movies

and takes your to a lot of sports events

all of his races you have VIP passes

and you and him are regualrs at real Madrid games

is your date to the met and the oscar

you two got wild after singapore is you know what I mean

you two are def on the paddock best dressed list

loves that you are lerning spanish

def teahces it to you

gets along with your twin

and always makes sure not to take his boat to far out cuz he knows about your fear of deep water

[aanabear2803]

hi i've seen your posts about body weight and I as a fat girl, was wondering if you are open to talk about it or give advice about it

I have been struggling real bad with it lately, I thought I was ok and had been for a few years, turns out I hate my body so much and you seem so confident, you got any advice? would you be open to talk about it in dm's?

feel free to ignore this if it's uncomfortable tho

Hi :3 um... so. I struggle with my own body weight a lot. I wont really talk about the bad thoughts that lurk about.

Ive been overweight since I was a wee lad. It especially hurts when my meds make me constantly hungry. Like I am always fucking hungry. So I just snacked the day away without any thoughts of consequences. I still eat these meds to this day. I am still as hungry as ever.

Id say I wont have very awesome advice? Because what I would normally do when those bad thoughts do happen is... post nudes on my kinky tumblr? Which, you know I dont expect others to do. Im sure there are healthier ways to express yourself than to go on tumblr and do shit like being half naked. However there are tons of gorgous women who dress in lingerie and post on tumblr all the time. You kinda just need to know where to look.

Ive also been trying to loose weight. But its more for a health thing since Im close to being diabetic and Im super duper not down for that myself. Im already tired of the meds Ive eaten I dont want to have to subject myself to stabs of insulin.

Im not on a fad diet of any kind. Im just eating 1200kcal a day watching as my weight slowly goes down~ I calculate all of this stuff too.

There's also the difference in how being fat and being unhealthy are wildly different. There's also that thing on how genetics have a say in the weight a person can be. But that is not my expertize at all! But you can be more than welcomed to go search and read up on those.

Ive been more open to exposing my skin a little at a time? Like wearing a bikini while in the pool when Im exercising. Ive been very recently trying to get corsets to work out too! Altho whether you like it or not there will be stares from people. But I would say start from the clothes, buy stuff you think would make you strut a runway. Dont just buy tshirts and pants and call it a day. Find a top in your size and fucking go for it. (Altho I understand many curvy people will not be able to find it cheap and Im just saying if you are desperate for the cash.... you can try Shein. Which I understand many Americans are banning and all the problems with fast fashion into overproduction but they do have many plus size clothes that most store dont normally have for people like us so you know its entirely up to you! But I was close to tears when I bought something and it just.... fits you know? Just dont go all out and buy their entire stock. I buy 5XL on there and dont worry about the number being so high, its probably based around the chinese style with their insane standards)

But hey look, people are going to judge no matter what ok? They always will. They will always find a way to trash talk. Its hard to ignore them, I get it. But theyre not you. They dont know if youre trying to loose weight or whether the food youre eating is a reward for having done a week of gym. Id honestly just say the fries are delicious and they should try it and we move on with our day. Its like online haters, you dont waste an hour of your life justifying things to them, so you have no reason to need to justify things to irl people.

I do hope this helps a little? I dont mind dms if you have any other questions of course :3

[local-flower-girl]

Hi, so ive never requested something so i dunno how exactly this works. You told me to give a setting, scenario and to specify fluff or smut if im correct. Okay setting and scenario: at the wedding, maybe it could start before the bride walks to the altar. She could recall the proposal and stuff. Ill leave the details up to you^^ and id say fluff on this one. If you need any other info you can just send me a message.

To Have And To Hold

You approached the double doors of the church, your heart fluttering with each step you took. Your hand lingered nervously against the latch ring handles. The hum of voiced excitement and the delicate, heavenly chords of piano could be heard from within. Your fingers nervously toyed at the meshed tie of your bouquet. A mixed adornment of white and red roses that complimented your dress beautifully. Your bridal gown was alluringly adorned with a sheer, floral, lace bodice that hugged at your gorgeous figure. The ensemble was elegant and timeless, but no matter how exquisite your appearance, your nerves were slowly getting the better of you. Feeling the back of your throat tighten you consciously took a moment to focus upon your breathing.

It seemed like only yesterday Sephiroth had asked you to be his wife. The night of his proposal was a memory you would undoubtedly cherish for the rest of your days.

——

For months he had been ordered to stay in Wutai, unknowing as to when he would return. During his absence, the consistent exchange of letters was your only form of communication. Often you would find your fingers running over the cursive black ink of his writing, longing to hear his velvety voice pronounce each sentimental word upon the creased parchment. His long awaited return came in the form of coordinates to a meeting place and a set time. An odd request, but nonetheless if it meant seeing him again, you were willing to travel to the ends of the earth.

You followed his directions to the outskirts of Kalm. Within the distance you could see the homely glow from the quant Tudor stone village. Nearby a scenic babbling brook stood a large oak tree, the branches adorned with string lights that twinkled in tandem with the starlight in the evening sky. Below the low hanging branches was a picnic blanket surrounded by an abundance of warm flickering candles.

As you admired the intimate scenery, the warmth of affectionate arms wrapped around your waist. You recognised it was him instantly from his alluring scent. He pressed his body against your back, hugging you from behind, resting his face upon your shoulder and kissing your cheek.

“My God, how I have missed you.” He breathed heavily.

You quickly turned to face him. Your desperate arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled you up into an embrace. Your legs clung tightly around his waist as if to prevent him from ever leaving you again.

“I missed you too. So very much.” You sighed.

He smiled, running his hands through your hair. Being alone with him felt like sanctuary; a refuge where he would protect and cherish you. You felt his steady heartbeat quicken as he lowered you down carefully onto the blanket. He knelt down beside you, balancing upon one knee.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something for quite some time now��” His voice, usually so confident, was replaced with timid uncertainty.

He presented you with a small box, lifting the lid to reveal a beautiful ring, embellished with a glittering black gem. The steady sound of trickling water from the nearby brook became more distant as you lost yourself in the moment. You were speechless, ultimately knowing the question that was to follow.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked.

Without any hesitation, as if on instinct you answered. “Yes!!”

A wide smile divulged his unbridled joy. He shyly lowered his head, his hair obscuring his expression from view. He removed the ring from its box, wrapping his fingers around your left hand as he placed the magnificent gem upon your finger. He held at your hand for a moment more, admiring the ring and everything it symbolised.

“You’ve made me so happy.” He professed, his voice catching at the back of his throat.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

His urgent fingers traced up the length of your arms until they settled at either side of your face. His eager lips asserted their dominance upon your own. With each adoring kiss he professed and vowed to never leave your side again.

——

Angeal’s hand rested against your shoulder, bringing you back into the moment.

“Pre-wedding jitters?” He asked.

“You could say that.” You answered, pleased to have his company.

“You have nothing to worry about. Come on.” He smiled, kindly extending his arm, to escort you into the church.

The length of your dress trailed behind you like a flowing river of fine silks. You gripped tightly at the bundle of roses within your hand as you walked through the archway. Noticing your growing unease, Angeal’s grip tightened reassuringly, putting your mind at ease. Ahead of you, a group of fair haired flower girls dressed in ivory lace skittered shyly, dropping fistfuls of flower petals in heaps along the aisle. The rhythmic melody of piano resonated beautifully, echoing throughout the spacious hall.

The quaint, secluded church of the sector five slums was a perfect sanctuary to say your vows. The suggestion for a small, private ceremony came from both Sephiroth and yourself. Eloping from the disparaging criticism of the press and general public was more than preferable. Sephiroth was a renowned hero and an infatuation to many. On more than one occasion you had tangled with the crazed wrath of the Silver Elite fan club. Their envious resentment knew no bounds. It was deemed necessary that only those you both trusted dearly were invited and present.

The small crowd watched you intently as you and Angeal proceeded down the aisle. A lucent beam of daylight shone down from the dilapidated fissure in the roof, drawing attention to the small bed of flowers below. A flock of birds nesting peacefully in the rafters fluttered their feathers, casting winged silhouettes. At the end of the aisle, behind the patch of yellow lilies was a pergola wreathed in flowers and ivy. Below it stood the man of your dreams; your soon to be husband. Zack and Genesis stood proudly at his side watching attentively as you approached.

Sephiroth’s long silver mane had been upswept into a high ponytail. The lengthy strands sweeping over his shoulder, while his shorter bangs framed the narrow features of his handsome face. His black fitted suit jacket and waistcoat accentuated his slim waist line and tall stature. Upon his lapel was a single white rose; a propitious symbol of a new beginning. His eyes widened the moment he saw you. You felt your breath hitch as your gaze locked in that moment. It were as if you were both meeting for the first time. Captivated and enraptured, he offered his hand for you to take. Angeal released your arm, taking his place next to Zack and Genesis. You settled your delicate fingers within Sephiroth’s palm as he pulled you towards him. His sharp eyes bore upon you with deep infatuation. His smile widened, yet there was such a bashful, shy look about him. Despite his smooth, laidback exterior, inwardly you noticed that he was anything but calm. You watched him intently, catching every nuance of his expression.

“You’re beautiful,” were the first words to leave his lips.

Your cheeks warmed with a coy blush. You latched your fingers between his as an expression of thank you just before the officiant began the ceremony.

——

“I take thee Y/N, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; we will never part.” Sephiroth vowed with all his sincerity.

Bound together by a love so potent, even death itself would be unable to separate you within the lifestream.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

[emeritus-fuckers]

grahhh now i rlly am tempted to know which papa you would match me up with!!

im a femme leaning non-binary person who goes by they/he, i just identify as queer. physical appearance wise: im 5'6, curvy n chubby (which im definitely insecure about unfortunately). i definitely look like like i listen to metal and rock exclusively, i have a wolf cut with neon green face framing highlights, (basically just think bright green 'e girl' hair) while the rest of my hair is dark brown. i usually wear glasses as i am as blind as a bat!

i dress mostly grunge, aka band shirts, baggy jeans, leather jackets and whatever cute tops i can scrounge up at thrift stores; ive been told that i look intimidating to talk to lmao. my makeup i wear is, of course, also dark and heavy. i just realized as im writing this that i basically entirely based my style off of Nancy from The Craft LMAOOO, yeah just imagine her but a bit more curve + strips of green hair.

im 19 and currently studying biomedical sciences at uni, in my free time i love drawing and playing video games like elden ring, i also love a good horror or sci-fi flick!! if this wasnt obvious already, i love metal and rock, ghost (duh), type o negative and nine inch nails are my fav bands ever. im generally pretty extroverted but i can definitely enjoy some alone-time if i get overwhelmed, as i am on the spectrum and can go non-verbal at times. i love talking to people, my friends all basically use me as their shield whenever we're in crowded social situations where human interaction is immanent, as im pretty much the tallest and most intimidating looking given how i dress and carry myself.

id consider myself pretty funny and gentle, id literally die for my friends; if youre close to me, i basically treat you as family. given that i am a ghost and metal fan i of course, have daddy issues. womp womp. despite all that id consider myself an extremely positive person and im the mom of the group, always there if you need someone to talk to or if you need a problem resolved. wow this is a lot, thanks if you even read it!!

This post is a part of Match-up Event. The Event ended on July 15th.

Your match is Primo

He's really good at building your confidence. He'll always tell you how beautiful and amazing you are.

While he puts his paints on in the morning you often join him to put your makeup on.

You help each other out, he's an expert at applying black paint or eyeliner incredibly neatly. He struggles more now he's older but still its impressive.

He's very interested in your degree, although it's not his area of expertise he finds it fascinating.

He loves it when you draw outside and keep him company while he gardens. He'll sometimes grow plants into fun shapes or beautiful patterns for you to draw.

He's happy to read while you play video games, content in your company.

He'll sometimes join in and he's much better than you'd expect. After all he used to play with Terzo and Secondo when they were younger.

He apprecaites greatly the fact he can talk to you if he needs.

He's also there for you, you can talk to him anytime whenever about whatever, he's a very good listener.

He can tell when you are getting overwhelmed and he makes sure to take you somewhere calmer. If you want to be alone he'll leave you be, he'll normally just go in the next room so he's around if you need.

Or he's out in the garden and you know exactly where to find him. He'll have a fresh pot of tea brewed like he knew you'd be ready to come out at that exact time.

~

Written by Nyx.

[brainbuffering]

Love's In Sight Review

A: Uoyama, T: Nova Skipper, L: Kyla Aiko, E: Jack Carrillo Concordia 

[ID: English Cover for "Love's In Sight" Vol 1. A teenage girl in a pink sweater vest and skirt school uniform presses herself up against a teenage boy dressed all in black. He has a black emo style haircut that covers one eye, but shows off a large scar across the other. She has wide blue eyes that are not looking directly at the boy. In one hand she holds a cane. Her other hand is feeling his face, a thumb stuck in his open mouth. He looks Incredibly flustered.]

"Love blooms between a tough delinquent boy and a spunky girl with a vision impairment! Morio Kurokawa is the toughest-looking tough guy around. Yukiko Akaza is a self-possessed girl with a vision impairment attending a school for the blind. The whole city fears Morio, but Yukiko sees the real him-he's a soft sweetheart who's just searching for his place in the world! Mori the Black Panther has won over a hundred fights. He's beloved by his goons and feared by the public. But now, he faces his biggest challenge yet when he meets Yukiko...and falls in love at first sight! Can Morio outgrow his delinquent roots and turn over a new leaf for his unexpected love?" 

When I first heard about this book, my immediate thought was that of complete and utter dread. I assumed from the plot summary and the cover image that it was just going to be a series of jokes at the expense of the female protagonist. Because haven't we all seen that before? Disabled people being the butt of all the joke and never the one making them, despite disabled people being some of the funniest folks around? 

But upon finding out via Twitter that the translator, Nova Skipper, had low vision as a child which was partially corrected by surgery, and that the book was inspired by the mangaka’s experience with her father's sight loss, I became more interested. If the translator understood what it was like to be visually impaired, then I could at least rely on some level of authenticity. 

And boy oh boy am I super glad I gave this series a shot! Disclaimer as always, whilst I am physically disabled, I am not Visually Impaired. Or rather, my Visual Impairment comes in the form of double vision that is corrected by medication and only requires I sometimes wear an eye patch/black out lens. Therefore I cannot confidently say whether the series is ableist towards visually impaired people or not, but without a shadow of a doubt it absolutely has its heart in the right place! 

The series takes a real hard look (no pun intended) at the different struggles people with visual impairments and other disabilities face all whilst being genuinely funny and heart-warming. The jokes are never at Yukiko's expense, if anything they're targeted at the able-bodied people around her! And when her visual impairment is used for laughs, it's in a way that feels natural and that she can own. For example, when she bumps into Morio because he is wearing all black and she cannot differentiate between him and a tree, so he runs off to buy fluorescent clothing resulting in an easy to spot boyfriend but a man she doesn't want to be seen dead with. 

[ ID: Morio and Yukio stand outside a clothes shop. Morio is dressed in a pair of jeans, a long sleeved TShirt, and a mesh vest with a smiley love heart on it. The TShirt is labelled as being orange, the jeans red, and the vest black and day glow yellow. "Spar-KILL" sound effects dot around him. M: "How's this, am I easier to see?" Y: "You're easier to see… but harder to be seen WITH." ]

The series does a wonderful job of explaining what it means to be visually impaired, and the different forms that can take. Uoyama uses her medium superbly to give the reader an excellent idea of just what Yukiko's level of vision is. And whilst the fact that it started out as a Pixiv Comic means that the layouts are rather samey (always just four horizontal panels), it's clear that she chose manga as a means to tell this story for a reason. Even if comics are sadly still an inaccessible format for many visually impaired people…. 

[ID: Panel 1) A highly satirised image of a public park in black and white where no details can be made out. There are "Vroom" and "tweet tweet sound effects" Y: Here's fine Kurokawa. M: For real? Let me walk you home. Y: I'm familiar with the way back. 

Panel 2) A highly saturated head shot of Morio where none of his facial features can be made out save for a vague outline of his eyes and mouth. M: Well, okay. I wanted to but… 

Panel 3) Same image again. M: What's up Miss Yukiko? Y: …. 

Panel 4) Half body shot of Morio with his hand stretched out. There are even fewer of his facial features visible. There is a "Tap Tap" sound effect to imply that Yukiko is walking away with help of her cane. Y: It's nothing. Bye. M: Huuuuuh? I wanna know! ]

On a personal note, I really related to the complicated relationship between Yukiko and her older sister. The way in which she felt smothered by her constant attention and concerns, whilst also understanding that she does need help with things. Mostly though, Yukiko just wants to live as a teenager who makes their own poor decisions. It can be difficult to get the balance right as a disabled person between getting the help you need and having the independence you crave. Between doing what is sensible, and doing what is fun. For me, that was staying up past midnight to go to convention parties even though I knew it would increase my seizure risk, for Yukiko that's wearing the shiny and pretty high heels her boyfriend buys for her even though they're a major trip hazard. 

The story doesn't just focus on Yukiko's experience of the world though. In volume two, it's clear that the Mangaka instends to show how society's snap judgments and so called "norms" harm everyone. Morio is shown to struggle as a child because of how his grandmother's lack of wealth and poor vision means he wears tattered second hand clothes. In adult life, he's shown to find it nearly impossible to find even a basic job because people make snap judgments about him because of his facial scar, something that is completely beyond his control. In an incredibly touching flashback, we're shown how a queer character is made to feel angry, and vulnerable, simply because he must live in a society that views him and the way he loves as "different" and "other". 

This book isn't just for disabled people, it's for anyone who has ever felt like they've been left out by society or judged prematurely based on things beyond their control. It's about making connections between people, and embracing both our individualities and our similarities. I would say it does an excellent job of showing the importance of understanding solidarity between seemingly different marginalised social groups, and I very much look forward to finding out what happens in volume 3, which should be coming out in the UK sometime soon.

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Whittaker!master x (time lord) fem reader

Happy Halloween

Synopsis: just a fun little Halloween party with your chaotic girlfriend 💓

No warnings :)

"So I rescue you from earth, give you all of time and space. Restore your lost memories and you want what?" Giggling at the masters little speech, I hugged her arm loosely.

"I wanna go to a Halloween party. You know? Dress up, music, stuff like that." I explained, hoping I could win her over. She sighed, typing away onto the keypad that was held on the screen. It showed the space we were floating in, beautiful as ever. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I gazed up to the blonde; giving her the best puppy eyes I could muster.

"Oh fine, how could I say no to your pretty little face?" Cupping my cheeks, she pecked my lips a few times before slipping away and pulling on a few of the controls. The ship jolted as we ascended into flight, rocking back and forth.

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously, getting myself stable enough to walk to her side.

"You wanted a party? I'm taking you to the biggest Halloween party in the universe." Eyes widening, I laughed happily which, in turn, made the taller smirk.

"You better have a good costume darling."

What does one dress up as to an alien party. I supposed you couldn't go as an e.t, might offend them. Deciding to go very human, I chose to go as an angel. Elegant but I could make it sexy. Maybe. Me, myself, was never self confident at all. I'd leave that to my girlfriend, to boost my ego. Pulling out a short, white dress, I threw it on and looked in the mirror. It was made of satin and hugged my figure nicely. Well, not nicely in my eyes. Just, right. The front was quite low and whilst I didn't have much to show off, it was still exposing. Adding the angel wings and white, lace stockings, I hunted around for some heels. At last, I found some. Hopefully I wouldn't fall on my face, that would be embarrassing. Shaking my head, I applied my makeup then headed back to the console room. Of course, the master was already there. Though, she wasn't dresses up at all.

"Where's your costume?" I asked frowning as she looked at me fondly.

"I dont do costumes." She told me, walking up to me with her hands in her pockets. Disappointed, I just nod and looked down. Her fingers ran through my hair gently before tilting my chin up to meet her golden eyes.

"You want me to dress up, love?" My eyes lit up and I bobbed my head in agreement. Honestly, she was almost there.

"All you need is horns!" Amused, she chuckled and raised a brow.

"What?"

"We could match. I'm an angel and you could be a devil." Seeing as she was already wearing a fancy, red pant suit, horns would make the outfit a costume.

"Isn't that just us normally?" Rolling my eyes, I went back, found a pair of devil horns and rushed back with delight.

"You're lucky I love you. You know that right?"

"Of course I do." I replied, fitting the band on her head. She smiled down at me as I concentrated on setting them perfectly.

"There. Perfect." Stepping back, I admired her shamelessly and watcher her pilot the tardis skilfully. We landed with a thud and I stumbled backwards only to be caught by her.

"Still falling for me then?" Laughing, stood myself up and kissed her cheek. She took my hand and pulled me out of the tardis. In front of us was a huge mansion, donned in orange streamers. The front yard was decorated with different statues and other Halloween accessories. Going up to the door, the master showed her fake ID and we let in immediately. We ended up in a large, hosting room. There was also decorations in here but much more classy. Other aliens were dressed up in costumes that I didn't understand.

"Would you like a drink, darling." The blonde asked, already guiding towards a drinks table. I observed the beverages before pointing to a red liquid.

"Oh no, you don't want that. Its the equivalent of viagra. Maybe at the end of the night." She smirked, pouring a pink drink for each of us.

"This is just to make you relax." Taking the glass from her, I sipped it and glanced around the room. There was a dance floor in the middle and children in once corner. Clearly being kept away from the adults.

"So, you like it?" Turning to my girlfriend, I nod and rested against the wall.

"Love it. Thank you." Going quiet, I looked down and began thinking. Usually the master gushed over what I looked like. But tonight? She hadn't said much. In fact, had she said anything? Did I look bad? Maybe it was too tight and my stomach was-

"(Y/n)? What are you thinking about love? You look sad." Giving her my best smile and drank my drink.

"No I'm okay."

"You know I hate when you lie to me." Sighing, I placed my glass down and pressed my lips together.

"I look horrible, don't I?" My voice was quiet, feeling awkward about expressing my feelings. I'd always hated the way I looked but got used to pushing it away. Then the master came along and started to shower me with compliments.

"Oh, come here darling." She pulled me into her embrace and placed a kiss to my head. My arms wrapped around her middle, face nuzzled into her neck.

"You're the most gorgeous person I've ever laid my eyes on. Tonight is no exception." Giving her a doubtful look, she sighed and cupped my cheeks.

"I know you don't see it yourself (y/n). Trust me when I tell you that you are beautiful." Blushing, I leant up and kissed her softly. She returned the action, ours bodies flush against each other.

"I thought you'd know I thought that by now. I'll make sure to tell you every day okay?" Nodding at her, I grabbed her hands and pulled her back onto the dance floor. Grinning, she placed her hands on my waist as mine linked round her neck. We moved in rhythm to the music, a smile never leaving my face. I noticed how her eyes slowly trailed from me to look behind me. They turned cold, deadly almost. Just as I was about ask what was wrong, a hand landed on my behind causing me to yelp. In a flash, I was drawn into the masters chest; head into her neck and her left arm gripping me tightly. She pulled out her tce and I heard that unmistakable sound of compression.

"You okay love?" Nodding, I never moved from her hold and let out a sound of content.

"No one's going to get away with touching you. Understand?" Beaming, I looked up and rested my hand on her cheek.

"I dont doubt that for a second." Chuckling, she smirked and kissed the tip of my nose sweetly.

"I'd destroy the universe for you my love." Stepping away, she twirled me around effortlessly before dragging me back in.

"Now, I'm thinking we make this night more interesting." The master whispered into my ear. I turned around and leant against her front, her hands coming down to hold my hips. Leaning my head back onto her shoulder, I pursed my lips whilst thinking.

"Nice house isn't it? Shame if it suddenly burnt down." Smirk returning, the elder brushed her lips against my ear and hummed.

"Sounds perfect doll face." Linking our fingers, we made our way out of the main room to fulfill our need for chaos.