#neopronoun reader

[queerism1969]

[sirenium]

If you're against self diagnosis, that's ableist. If you're against neopronouns and xenogenders, that's ableist (neurotypical allistics use those things as well, but it's commonly used as a tool by neurodivergent people to express their gender. Myself included).

If you preach about 'narcissistic abuse', you're being ableist. If you say autism isn't a disability, that's ableism (it's a spectrum disorder for a reason!) if you fakeclaim people, that's fucking ableist.

If you use a crazy font or typing quirk and don't provide plain text translations, that's ableist, and so is not adding banner IDs for your DNI banners and similar stuff. Edit for this one: if you can't do these things for any reason, that isn't being ableist; I mostly had people who refuse to do these things cuz it'll ruin their 'aesthetic' in mind.

Feel free to add on.

[profound-bouquetbird]

Okok here me out

Hunter x nonbinary! reader (if you don't mind using neopronouns pls use Xe/Xem/Xyr, but if you prefer they/them, that's perfectly fine!) Where the reader gets major cuteness aggression from Hunter? Especially when he does his little squeals things.

Like Hunter could literally be doing anything, and the reader would just go *CHOMP* or squeal and pinch his cheeks and kiss him all over.

I get so much cuteness aggression for some reason idk why I just wanna smother that boy in so much affection.

YEWHSHSSH

I get so much cuteness aggression when when I see him as well! I made these in to HC, I hope you don't mind

Btw this is my first time using neopronouns, so correct me if I did anything wrong :)

Yeah... It's - it's a problem

Like, from the moment you met him (and or saw him for the first time without his mask) you had to resist the urge to just go up to him and pinch his cheeks

It could be just a normal day, then hunter would appear

You would just tense up and not go anywhere near him as to not hurt him or something

Of course as the time passed you could control your cuteness aggression when you were around Hunter and act normal

That still doesn't mean you didn't have cuteness aggression whenever he's around

But when the two of you started to date you did not hesitate to let your cuteness aggression take over

When he finally had the guts to ask you to be his partner you squealed and tackled him

He was surprised and fucking yelled like a little girl when you jumped on him. Making you squeal out of joy even more

You had to explain what cuteness aggression was after he confessed lmao

He was confused but also flustered? He felt honored that you find him cute ig

As I said, when the two of you were official you did not hesitate one bit to do anything

He could be talking with Gus about God knows what and you'll just jump on him and bite his neck, not to harshly of course

He would always let out a little squeal but embarrassment would take over him

He would of course talk to you about showing your cuteness aggression towards others, and to not surprise him what much

You would of course understand and not be as agressive in public, but when the two of you are alone... That's another story

The two of you would just be cuddling on the couch, you pulling on Hunter's cheeks and manipulating his face to make silly expressions

You would complain when Hunter smiled as you mushed his face, but he can't help it! He's just really happy that you felt such strong emotions towards him

You would always make sure not to be too agressive with him and I think you know why

*cough* trauma *cough* *cough*

But he wouldn't care either way as long as you didn't draw blood

But one time while you were stretching out Hunter's face, Luz waked in

She just stood there, the two of you froze, looking at her with wide eyes whilst your hands held on to Hunter's stretched out cheeks

"What's going on here?"

"Xyr stretching out my cheeks."

But over all, Hunter can kind of stand your cuteness aggression 👍

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Of course, dear patron! Here at Kaiser's House of Desires, even something as soft as a mid night rain dance is welcome~

Title: A Summer Night’s Dance

Characters: Kazumi Mishima x Reader (ent/entself)

Contains: super soft fluff, non killing game, smoking

Fandom: Your Turn to Die

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (This may not be smut, but I still want the above to be followed)

Reblogs > likes

The rain seemed like it had no end, but at least the temperature was nice.

Mishima stood outside of his apartment, exhaling smoke from the last cigarette from his box. He had promised to stop before, but the stress of teaching was beginning to eat at him, and he only had one left. He figured it would be fine.

You were understanding of this, so when you saw him outside from within the building, you didn’t get upset for breaking his promise when you stepped outside with him. Neither of you said a word for a moment. Instead you both took in each other’s company, watching the rain bounce up from the sidewalks.

“You should be upset,” Mishima said, breaking the silence that felt like was about to run him mad.

“Why do you think that?” you asked, your arms wrapping around over your chest.

“Well…I told you I’d stop. Yet here I am.” He paused, hesitating his next move of taking a small drag.

You rolled your eyes, unable to believe the words coming from his mouth. “Kazumi, I told you before I understand your job. Teaching is tough, and high schoolers are no different. Besides if I remember right, that one was your last one. I honestly expected you to have that one done before now.”

“Heh, I had the same thought, y’know?” There was a bittersweet smile on his face. “I sat here thinking ‘ent knows it’s the last, maybe ent will be okay with it.’ But when I did…I felt guilty assuming your feelings. Heh. Kind of a mess, don’t you think?”

“Hmph. Even if you’re a mess, you’re my mess.” You leaned onto his arm, returning your gaze back to the rain as you reassured him one last time that he was completely find since you were both thinking the same thing.

Not wanting to be burdened with it any longer, Mishima dropped the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it, smothering the flames out. One last exhale and the remains of the smoke came out in a quick stream before disappearing, leaving Mishima with a clean slate.

“Now if I catch you with one, you’re dead~” You couldn’t help but tease him, looking up at him with a playful grin. Mishima chuckled, gently ruffling the hair on the top of your head.

“I promise. No more.”

There was a gentle silence, save for the rain. It was a soothing sound. No thunder, no lightning, not even a heavy wind. If the two of you were inside, you would most certainly be cuddling inside.

“Kazumi! I have an idea I’ve always wanted to try.”

“Oh? And what might that be?”

Without another word, you dragged him out into the rain, the drops seemingly already soaking the two of you.

“(y-y/n! )! What are you doing?!” His wild gray hair was quickly falling like soaked cotton. “We’re going to get drenched out here!”

“Oh just trust me!”

You put his hands on his shoulders, but not before leading his hands to your waist. He felt awkward about this, but you assured him it would be fine. You began humming a familiar waltzing tune, slowly moving your feet. Mishima was quick to pick up the tune, and tried to follow, though he might have kicked your feet a time or two.

“(y/n)…You realize neither of us know how to dance, right?” Mishima asked with a laugh.

“That may be true, but it was the perfect night to try this, and I still have the perfect, two left footed partner.” You giggled lightly before reaching up and pecking Mishima on the lips. A tint of pink grew on his cheeks as he registered the kiss on top of you now resting your head on his chest.

“H-Heh…you know just how to charm this mess of a man’s heart, don’t you?”

Though the dance didn’t last long due to the rain starting to pelt harder, for what it was worth, you two enjoyed the moment together, the serenity of the cool droplets falling around you as you two danced into a world of your own.

[sweetchildcloud]

Welcome Tenshi(Angel)✧⁺⸜(●′▾‵●)⸝⁺✧

/ᐠ. ｡.ᐟ\ᵐᵉᵒʷˎˊ˗ Welcome to my humble writing/art blog, i will start by saying this: I'm Italian. My English isn't horrible but, it isn't the best either. I am bound to make mistakes and there will be misunderstandings but, I am learning! If you are bothered by anything I might say please do tell me right away! Most of the times that happens I do not mean it! So I'm sorry in advance if I say something bad! i'm a writer as an hobby so my work will not be the best but i will hope it will entertain you!( ๑‾̀◡‾́)✨ I'm an adult, if you're uncomfortable with that you're free to ignore me. I'm also sorry if I make anyone uncomfortable by asking their age. I don't want any misunderstanding to happen. So, if you're an adult we can chill whatever it's fine. If you're a minor I will most likely not talk to you unless you need help with mental problems. I'm happy to help with that.٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و "By "misunderstandings" I mean people thinking I have bad intentions when I ask "what's your age" to someone. Unfortunately because of my lack of knowledge in English, (since it isn't my first language) people in the past thought I was something I'm not. It made me disgusted and very hurt. I just want to relax and not worry about problems like that again. I'm just trying to make friends not start drama. Thank you. ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀) i go by Von mostly but i have many other nickames too such as Hoen,Momoko and Minty you can choose wichever you like. i have adhd,autism and neurodivergent. (｡- .•) i'm emo (kinda still doesn't have the clothing but ehh i will) pansexual and gender fluid (ฅ́˘ฅ̀)

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i mostly wrote about Gojo (what a surpise uh?)(ugh,shut up not now)(ok angel *winks*)(*rolls eyes*) *ahem* as i was saying i mostly write about Gojo but i'm starting to love Choso too and many other jjk characters. wanna check out my more dark themes? check out: @rabbidbunwy (this account is jjk runt,writing and really REALLY dark themes,so minors DNI) —ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ — Request: My jjk master list: My Hazbin Hotel master list: fic challenge list: Daddy!au masterlist: Cowboy bebop masterlist:

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i'm into fluff,comfort,drama,NSFW,SFW,gore,blood,angst and vent so my writing isn't for everyone (lol). ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) i love making suffer anime characters in my writing,especially Gojo,just for fun or own entertainment.( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ i'm into furry,cute stuff such as Sanrio characters and similar taste,urban legend,japanese lore,cartoons,cryptids and videogames. so if you dont like any of that stop following me and/or harassing me in my dm,it's not cool and i will block you ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) i'm dealing with depressin,anxiety and many problems in my life so if you see me not replying and/or writing a lot of angst/vent i'm just probably venting. ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)

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[goth-mime-appreciation]

A message to everyone

-Wear that cosplay/kandi/collar/fursuit/etc.

-Use those neopronouns

-Ship those characters

-Talk about those fandoms

-Indulge in your interests

-But most importantly, don’t make fun of people for the same thing, don’t make fun of people for stuff that isn’t hurting anyone period

[solipseismic]

have we read in stubborn is (of hopeful of) by alix anne shaw because we should all read in stubborn is (of hopeful of) by alix anne shaw

[prettypei]

plot: how would they react to you coming out as neopronoun? ;fluff! kinda crack!(?)can be deemed as platonic! or romantic!

reader: neopronoun! Reader

warnings: mentions of misgendering

pairings: yuji, megumi, nobara, maki

(a/n): to my neopronoun readers! I did a bit of research on this but please send an ask if there's anything wrong or considered problematic.

✰YUJI

doesnt know what that is

he thought it was a video game term for "level up" the first time you mentioned it

"Do you know what are neopronouns?" *pause* "Yeah, I neoprned up today!"

pretends to get it who you try to explain but he searches it up at home and gets it (finally)

he felt kinda bad that you had to endure being misgendered by him, he cares a bit more after you came out to him

”hey if you have any problems, you can talk to me, okay? I’m gonna be here for you!”

respects u 100% and does a bit more diving into LGBTQ after that

he calls himself a proud ally now

“I get it, it’s like using (insert preferred pronoun) instead of he/him right? I’m sorry I didn’t understand sooner.”

✰MEGUMI

again, does not know what that is

he asks you to explain it and does a bit of research about LGBTQ but he has basic knowledge due to gojo explaining it to him when he was young

he isn’t very different from how he used to treat you

at first he slipped up a bit, and every time he does he writes a sorry letter to you because he’s not that good with words

he always leaves it at your desk too cuz he’s too shy to give it to you himself and he’s also partially embarrassed because he considered you a really good person and felt bad for slipping up

he is much better now, and whenever someone’s like “neopronouns aren’t real lol” he just punches them in the face with a deadpan expression and says “let’s go.”

“You should really stand up for yourself more. You’re not any different from them for using those pronouns, but they’re a lot more asshole than you. Ugh, don’t make me compliment you again.”

✰NOBARA

is the most well-versed in LGBTQ community compared to these three, so she gets it immediately

her attitude towards you won’t change at majorly, just a bit

shes more caring when your down etc etc

calls to you by your preferred pronouns the second you tell her

and steps up for you IMMEDIATELY whenever someone misgenders you on purpose

“(preferred pronouns)? Ew chronically onli-“ “guess who also uses neopronouns? *starts listing a long list of celebrities who use them*”

“You shouldn’t be judged for who you are, y’know? Be yourself and all that corny shit. Hey did you know neopronouns existed a long time ago? *starts listing random facts about LGBTQ*”

✰MAKI

being in the zen’in clan maki does not know what’s LGBTQ, like she DOES NOT KNOW.

Shes totally confused so you have to explain the whole concept for LGBTQ to her down to “girls can like girls too”

shes pretty good at understanding so she gets it when you explain it to her

like it was from “girls can like girls?” to “he/him lesbians exist naoya.” Like she’s that good 😭

has never misgendered you once and not ever

Probably looks intimidating next to you so people don’t give you shit about it when she’s around

“Don’t let people give you shit for it. Ever.”

[bh-writingdump]

Oakland

Chapter 1: Easy Peasy Part 1

“I dunno about this.” your shorter friend backs into you. Bones rattling, teeth chattering and intakes whistle. If you weren’t watching the whole thing, you would’ve thought some experimental band came to town. Even eir nerves rattles to a beat. “I must confess, I didn’t study at all.”

“Bullshit.”

“not a single moment. Anytime I even thought about rehearsing.” Ey throws up eir arms at you. “What’s that for?! I’m dead serious.”

You scoff. “Yeah, sure, tell that to the joy you’re tutoring…. The kinda person who flips tables at math… you can teach and yet.”

Ey waves it off. “Learned that nonsense years ago. This is different.”

“uh-huh.” You smirk, stepping into em so ey can’t back away any further.

The grocery store towers over the adjacent buildings. Big blocky green letters read Peasley Easly Grocer. You can even imagine their theme song. ‘Come to Peasley’s Easyly, where you won’t feel measily~ Cuz it’s easy~’ Admittedly, ever since Oakland dropped off the map, the advertising department was never the same. Neither the design department, soon after the world forgot about Oakland, the new owner. Peasley’s husband, Easyly decided it was time to give the old grocery store a makeover.

Between its Corinthean columns and the paint job, it’s like you’re walking into somewhere important. Then you hear the sliding doors and the whole illusion is ruined. It’s only the one side too.

You shake your head.

You massage your friend’s shoulders. Waiting for eir rattling to drop a notch, savoring the way ey leans back into you. Fuck, somedays, you forgot how nice it was just to… exist.

The satisfying draw of smoother than smooth warm bones beneath your phalanges taking you into a whole other dimension. It’s just you, hands, and the most beautifully sculpted collar bone on the planet.

Sadly, oh sadly, reality always comes a knocking.

A scent of navel oranges invades your nostrils along with the familiar chill of an AC. You open your eyes, finding yourself in the home of your agoraphobic friend. “Dude… we talked about this.”

Ey steps away.

The two of you stand in the living room.

Eir back tall as if this meant nothing. Not even the local Ancient Greek themed Grocery Store could bring down the Great Mathematician. And yet, 50 attempts later, you still got eir groceries.

Each time your friend came up with the same excuses. No, not excuses, you’d seen em the one-time ey had gone inside.

Little joy nearly shook emself to pieces by the cash register. Back when you’d only known em as your tutor, you hadn’t even seen eir out of the profile of a computer screen yet you knew part way across the store that was em.

Few monsters, after all, could rock a cardigan and skirt quite like the mathematician could. Plus, the spiderweb of vine marks etched into eir skull helped. Dozen skeletons in town and not one of them had that distinct of a cranial design.

You remember that day clear as day.

The cashier attempted to talk em down while a general manager loomed over em. Tears gathered in eir vacant sockets. Words sputtered out but too soft to be heard.

“Yo, Teach!” You call, all three turn their heads. The little skeleton snapping harder than the rest.

You ignore the humans, kneeling beside your tutor. “Good luck comes to those with a pocket full of tissues as my nopa says.” You grin, revealing a seemingly endless line of tissues you pull from your wrist, somehow still attached to each other. A lite magic trick that always cheered up your younger siblings.

Though, your soon-to-be friend barely took notice. Staring up at you like the grim reaper had some to get em. “not supposed to see you until next week.”

You shrug. “I got stuck.” You plop down beside em. You write out a problem along your arm in sharpie Like a blood hound on the scent, eye snatches your arm and marker.

You must’ve been staring for a while because the cashier clears their throat. You stand up, your new shadow following behind you, scrawling on along your arm, only to raise a brow. A look you’d seen enough time to know what ey wanted without saying a word.

You sigh. Did you really have to go over this in a grocery store? You could make it up, couldn’t you. “see I know how to factor but all completing a square triangle stuff.. it isn’t clicking. Can’t I just get the vertex and be done with it?”

Ey nods. Though, you’re still not sure if ey heard you. Ey scribbles with renewed enthusiasm muttering, “your basic arithmetic needs some work.”

“that’s why we have calculators, old timer.”

“Lazy,” ey mutters.

Magic sparks from your other hand. You clench your fist, finishing up purchasing an assortment of vegetables, fruits and soup cans.  You toss them in a bag, walking out the door.

“You factored out the ‘a’ divided resulting ‘b’ by 2 and square it but you need to subtract it inside and outside the parenthesis. The outside one you need to multiply by ‘a’ again so when you distribute the resulting c inside and outside will cancel out each other.”

Just like that, it feels like your back in session. Your skin burning to get the fuck out. “I didn’t order alphabet soup…. Oh look at the time, I got to head to do things.. Looks like you’re good to go. Bye!”

Despite eir smaller stature it takes more effort than you would’ve thought to extract your hand from eirs.

In the low setting sun, shadows seem to stretch for miles. Your races ahead of you, soon joined by another. “Dude. Stop following me.” You sigh.

Eir gaze stops you in your tracks. The absence of eir eye lights. Ey always has eye lights. No matter how small. Eying the road around them, you notice the humans who usually kept to their yards, venturing out along the side walk. The strangers stall just long enough as if to remind them just who drove the lot of them under the mountain in the first place.

The mathematician nearly bumps shoulders with you. Hovering just within range that you feel eir magic react to yours.

“Stickers.” Ey tugs on eir coat. “Give them to me.”

 You grab eir hand, dragging em down a side path away from the suburbs. Only once you’d looked back several times seeing nobody following did you relax a touch.

Out of nowhere, the shadow shoves a hand into your pocket, extracting your stickers.

“HEY!”

“Factored GCF.” Ey puts a star on your original work. On your arm. “You divided ‘b’ by 2 and squared it, ditched the ‘negative’ correctly.” Star. Star.” “And…” Ey frowns. “Did something in and out.” Star. “4 out of 5. Better than last time.”

Chill the fuck out. You’ve been down her a million times, it’s just the burbs. You barely even process your shadow’s constant babbling, merely accepting that that’s just your life now. The idea of being alone, much less leaving a monster alone with them, even the annoying ones.

Once back into a better part of town, you ask, “anybody you want me to call? Think the taxis handle these sorts of things.”

“A maths lawyer.”

Wow, the sass from the joy. Rarey is ey this biting. The usual timidity entirely vanished.

Ey forces you to sit on a log, gesturing as ey writes equations in the air.

So in the zone, the usual faint scrunch to eir face eases Like this is just another problem. The only things you can’t write off is the faint tremor in eir hand. the dude could write for hours before without breaking a sweat.

After the fifth rewrite, you noticed ey isn’t all that different. Similar style problems. It’s all as if ey is reproducing em as a self-soothing technique rather than to teach. Not that you mind now. You’d upend the log and any nearby trees if you had to hear another problem you suck at but if eir’s just going to jabber, whatever.

Then your tutor looked at you. Even then you were stuck by the intense concentration the joy always made everything appear so effortless like ey conducted an orchestra of equations.

As the conductor raises eir hand, you notice a bead of sweat roll down eir neck. Eir mouth hangs open, ready to catch flies.

Ey frowns, trying again. this time ey tugs at your hand.

A spark jolts through your arm again as the magics intermingle. The strange connection stronger this time. You barely even notice how bright things got until it glared you in the face.

The scent of oranges draws you from eir hand. The ground below is no longer a gravel path but a matted blue carpet. You wrinkle your nose at the strength of the smell.

Rather than the familiar forest, the two monsters are indoors. The shorter hurrying away tossing back a few pills before slumping onto the couch. It’s one of the motel rooms, huh, you’d never taken em for the type to stay here long.

“Damn, didn’t know people still did porting magic.” No response, just a long belated sigh as the smaller skeleton pinches eir nasal ridge.

Taking it as your cue to sit, you plop down beside em. Judging form, the glare, that must’ve been another wrong.

Shrug, relating into the comfortable couch.

It’s stiff but the litany of pillows makes it infinitely more comfortable than your mattress back home. No maneuvering required to avoid an arrant spring. “How do you ever get anything done?” You melt into your forever home. “Temp’s perfect. Got all this storage.”

You gesture to the walls packed with shelves. Shelf housing maybe 20-30 boxes around the circumference of the room. In one such box you spy a flashing light. Like a moth to flame, you investigate it. Looks like a DIY machine of some kind. There’s no label to what it is, just a bunch of exposed wire and circuits.

How hadn’t you noticed any of this during your sessions?

Only way would’ve been if ey covered the wall with a sheet. There’s not a single piece of exposed drywall.

In another drawer, you find compact robots while others contain an infinite array of circuit boards. Some so small they could fit on the tip of your pinky phalange while other so large they take up the entire box.

Hard to tell much else. Your expertise begins and ends with microwaving meals and smacking computers to turn on again.  

A force tugs you back from the drawers. The telltale blue glow covers your waist. “Touchy, touchy.”

The bugger already prying eir precious tech from you.

“I was just looking.”

Ey opens either mouth to protest but quickly thinks better of it.

Oh yeah, that’s still going on.

“Speaking of, need any help like… I’ not an expert in this…”

Ey raises a brow, glancing at the shelves.

“Oh! Hahaha… not that. I mean the other stuff. Mutism and stuff.”

Ey shakes eir head, setting aside the machines in eir respective containers.

You nod surveying the place again. “Cool..”

Pin prick glare up at you. You can’t help but smile. “So.. all good?”

It’s then you feel a tug at your arm and the dust of something blue on the smaller skeleton’s cheeks. Ey whirls around, dragging you into the kitchen before you can protest, a Tupperware of egg salad is shoved into your hand before you’re promptly shoved out the door.

You stare back curiously at the door.

Weird.

Usually when you go poking around, people rarely give you things.

You hold the Tupperware tightly. Huh.. that gives you an idea.

.

.

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[Oakland, pg1] -->

[rottendae]

♪/♪/♫s/♫s/♪self pronouns flag

on top is the flag without any symbols, the second is flag with only two symbols, and the last is the flag with three symbols

for anyone who uses these pronouns :-)

[start ID: three rectangular flags all made up of 9 horizontal stripes. The stripes from top to bottom are purple, blue, light blue, cyan white, pink, purple white, very light purple, purple magenta, dark purple-pink. The first flag has no text or symbols. The second flag has white text with a faint dark blue outline in the center reading ♪ ♫s. The third flag has the same style of text that reads ♪ ♪ ♫s End ID]

[broken-glass-puppet]

I want to do a presentation (new) for those who don't know me

Hi my name is Elliot (I've changed my name) I'm a minor who likes to write shit for the gays and the theys

I will NOT write female readers (nothing personal girls, but you have a lot of character x female accounts)

I'm a trans boy, i use he/they/it/ pronouns (i also use neopronouns) I'm pansexual, demiromantic and demisexual

DNI: homophobic, transphobic, racist, ableist, islamphobic, don't support neo pronouns, you fetishize mlm and wlw relationships, fugoshis/fundashis, proshipers, ped0philes and that's all

Currently interested in:

Dhmis(don't hug me I'm scared)

Lego monkey kid

Slashers

Blueycapsules (fnaf)

Genshin impact

Twisted wonderland

Obey me!

That's all, currently i have exams so the commission's will be VERY slow

Thank you //^ ^//

[miraculouslumination]

Honestly I think one of the biggest reasons I wouldn't want to try and publish through like a Company or whatever is because my series is so unabashedly Queer and I don't want any forces to try and tell me to "dial it back" or "make it less obvious" or whatever

[burningkingpeach]

My pronouns are you/your, I/my, and we/ours. Btw. I don't have a personality disorder (that I'm telling you of) I just want you to suffer

[moonsworndandelion]

Strongly considering giving my characters neopronouns in my next story to evade the his/his & her/her paradox.

[grimescum-2]

actualy im considering making a side blog for requests and stuff. it'll mostly be for stuff ive already talked abt before (moodboards, playlists, etc) but i wanna offer writing stuff at some point,, i used to write when i was like. 12 and I've been thinking about getting back into it recently

[nanamis-bigtie]

Round 1: Hot Singles in Your Area

about, rules & navigation | remember you vote for a character you don't want to advance further

It's the first day of your long-awaited vacation. You've just unpacked, changed into a beach wear, and chosen yourself a cozy sunbed under a sunshade a few steps away from the warm sea. With a sweet drink in your hand, you poke lazily at Tinder, with no particular goal on mind except for an appetite for a hot fling. After all, what's a good trip without spicy stories to tell?

As expected from an area known for its popularity among those who are looking for wide range of sensations, you're soon flooded with a huge number of potential dates. You can be as picky as you want, you learn after a few preliminary swipes left and right—you won't run out of options easily, and if only you had time and strength to do so, you could squeeze a few nice dates out of your location.

This is going to be your most fruitful vacation to date!

Profile One: Toji Fushiguro ELIMINATED

Out of a few photos he added only one includes his face - and it's not even the one set as his profile one. You're welcomed by an awkwardly cut and angled view of his torso and arm holding the phone for a mirror shot, flash blurring the part that would reveal the lower half of his face. It's not something you would expect from a man of this kind of posture. Muscular men like to flex their assets, but he seems to try hiding them. No awkward pose or amount of baggy clothes can help with a body like his, though.

The photo where you can see him whole shows him crouching next to a dog, hand on its back. It's of bad quality but you can catch a glimpse of his expression and it's far gentler than you assumed it to be with what you've already seen.

You can't learn much from the included description. It's short, dry, written with proper grammar and spelling but with no particular care for the impression it carries. He comes across as an extremely lonely, maybe even depressed, person but there's a shadow of unwavering confidence to him. It is somewhat impressive, especially with the glimpse of his musculature visible on the photos.

Profile Two

At the first glance you can tell that this man is...a lot. A lot of charm, a lot of gleam, a lot of photos taken by a shaking hand and always under ridiculously bad angles. Every field possible is filled to its maximum capacity, and even then, a lot of words are slurred into barely legible abbreviations. Only the listed he/him pronouns are normal. You're even a bit surprised that they're so...ordinary and traditional. Such a person could easily use some extravagant neopronouns.

Upon closer look you realize he knows how to dress well. If not for the questionable quality of the photos, you would bet he hired a stylist or is a stylist himself. In contrast to his beaming personality, his style is simple and classic. His outfits could be either embarrassingly cheap or stinking expensive. You can't spot any sports cars nor trendy locations in the background, so you're ready to bet on the first option.

You like his smile, very authentic, almost overdone, adding tons to the striking contrast between his appearance and age listed in the bio. Maybe he's a college junior trying to pass as someone older to attract mature partners? He's too awkward and flamboyant to be suspicious but...yeah, his gallery really looks like a student's.

Profile Three

There are only three photos, taken exactly in the same pose, in outfits so similar to each other that at the first glance they look identical too. The man has a pleasantly looking face, but you can't shake off the impression that he's not fully comfortable posing for a picture. As if he really didn't want to be on a dating app but circumstances forced him to.

The text part of his profile is more promising. His writing style is elegant, perfectly balancing between formal and playful. He knows how to express himself without overwhelming his reader with words. You're ready to assume he's a professional writer, maybe a blogger or a journalist—or that he received excellent education at the very least.

The most impressive is the list of his hobbies and interests. He's truly tried from every plate life can offer—and he still claims to be ready to explore even more. From art and music to astrophysics, he's been everywhere, including a few of your fields. Even if your goals for the date wouldn't meet, you're ready to bet on having some quality time regardless. It seems too good to be earnest, though; with the smoothness behind his words, he could easily make it all up in a convincing way.

Profile Four

He added a few photos but in every one he's dressed in exactly the same suit, as if he didn't have any other presentable clothes. It's not a cheap suit, you can tell as much just from the way it hugs his silhouette. You wouldn't be surprised if he was a politician or businessman, maybe someone who works with finances or trade. His face is pleasant to look at but a bit tense, as if he was expecting danger hiding behind a corner. Maybe he doesn't like to have his pictures taken.

He's very straightforward about his expectations regarding his potential partners—and about what he has to offer to them. It feels a little rude but on the other hand, for someone like you, who definitely fits them, it eliminates the risk of dragging feet through the meeting that had no chance of success in the first place. He's definitely not going to beat around the bush, you're sure you're going to know whether you want to see him face to face after a single conversation.

But despite all of that there's a little feeling of an empty shell. He talks a lot about himself, but you can't say you actually know a thing about him. The distance between you two is far more palpable than on any other Tinder profile you've seen.

Profile Five

There's only one photo of him and despite the casual outfit and setting it feels more appropriate for LinkedIn than Tinder. Even if you can look at him as closely as you want and dig out plenty of information from his surroundings, he still feels like a blank card. It's too earnest to read as a mask or feel off-putting but also too private to slip into any kind of proximity. He has a very calm and pleasant expression and a general vibe of safety to him, but you can't squeeze any other impression out of what you see and it's to a point frustrating.

His description doesn't help you much. It surely was prepared with one of those "perfect Tinder profile" tutorials and filled with necessary data only. It's only one step away from dry if not for the fact he lets you know some aspects of his personality. This caution gets on your nerves a little, but you have to admit you like the style of his words.

One you can say for sure: he must love books and to be in their company. There are more titles listed than his personal data and his photo was taken in a library or a bookshop—as if he tried to tell you this is the environment in which he feels the safest.

Profile Six

You're not sure if you're more intimidated by him or drawn to him. At the first glance you can tell he's a man of great charisma, but you would lie if you said you wouldn't be concerned if you ran into him on the street. The fact that you can't decipher his expression only adds to the tingling sensation at the back of your head. He seems to be bored and proud of himself all at the same time, posing in a non-threatening way yet beaming with energy that has you alert.

The way he writes about himself is very proper and humble. You would expect it more from a scholar than a man who could crush your skull with his bicep if he only wanted. This and the fact that a lot of his photos show him in proximity of food intrigues you. Maybe it's a way to soften his appearance for the eyes of potential date, maybe a genuine liking for cooking and eating.

He puts a lot of pressure on work out and physical activity in general, both in his visual presentation and description. He doesn't have the gymrat energy but you're ready to assume he's a pro athlete, maybe related to martial arts.

Profile Seven

At the first glance you're ready to assume this man is divorced, a single father at best. He's giving this energy in tons, no matter the diversity in his photos. There's always something that gives it away and when you see him on a boat that so obviously is a fishing boat you can't help but laugh. This determination to not look as he knows he looks is endearing. He either really is a divorcé and tries to hide it or keeps getting mistaken for such and losing potential dates because of it.

His description pulls your attention away from feeling. He's way more average than you would assume from a man trying to escape the dilf allegations—but not in a boring way, quite contrary. He presents himself as a kind of a guy who's good to be around for his chameleon-like, low effort attitude. A guy you can meet with without having to be worried for his reaction if the meeting wouldn't go as intended. Or rather: a guy you could meet with exactly when you're looking for company that wouldn't lead you to bed.

You can't help but pinpoint some surrendering in him. Maybe he lost all faith in success in the field of love and kept the profile only out of obligation.

Profile Eight

It's one of the guys that makes you want to swipe right without even taking a second glance. There's something electric about him, something that would make it really hard to refuse, if he asked you for something. Wide smile, eyes beaming with energy, aesthetic yet improvised disarray in hair and clothes—he reminds you of a playful tiny dust devil that can't bring any harm but is strong enough to mess with leaves and other light objects.

He added only three photos and all of them are crowded and taken during parties. There's alcohol and snacks and so many colors it's straining for eyes if you look for too long from closely. He doesn't look like someone who would party hard—well, he doesn't even look his age—but he doesn't look out of place either. It makes sense he would be popular and easy going—and invited to every party in his proximity.

The same energy beams from his words. He's pleasant to read despite the chaotic style and tons of typos. By the time you make it to the last line, you're smiling as bright at him and find yourself hungry for getting more of him. Not in a sexual way, at least not yet, but definitely not weaker than that.

Profile Nine

Oh, this man couldn't possibly hide in the crowd even if he desperately tried to. In all photos he added he tries to look as casually and approachable as possible but he still just...stands out. What's even more interesting, in every photo he seems to be a completely different person. It's the same face and the same body without a doubt but with each he gives a completely different energy, from an extremely awkward ugly duckling to a gorgeous prime peacock. You take a wild guess it depends on whether he was aware of the camera or not—and on who was taking the photo. None of them is a selfie and it has you curious how he would present himself.

His description is curt, and he doesn't use capital letters. He speaks more about his interests than about himself, a lot of them circulate around music but the bands he lists are so obscure you can't recall a single song. 

Even so, he gives you an impression of a person who's looking less for a fling and more for a relationship—but nothing is said outright. Maybe he's not sure himself, maybe he doesn't know it's appropriate to be so outright on a dating app.

Profile Ten

You would be really surprised if this man wasn't a professional model. He doesn't say anything about it in his description but the photos he added speak for themselves. He knows how to present himself in the most positive light, smoothly underlining his assets without coming across as narcissistic or pretentious. And he knows how to dress well. His outfits are so meticulous with care it has your chest churning with a little envy.

He smiles in every photo but it's a very faint smile, visible only enough to add warmth to his face. It feels more played than genuine but serves its role right, making him approachable despite the intimidating at first appearance. In one photo he's accompanied by friends or family, and he seems to keep some distance from them, as if he didn't like to be touched.

There's close to no info given about him. Age, pronouns, gender preferences, a little about his interests—and that's it. You learn more about him by scanning through his pictures than from the bits of text. Maybe he's very close and private, maybe he prefers to express himself in a visual way, maybe a bit of both. This shadow of mystery is more intriguing than off-putting, though.