#opaque posts!

[theyscreamjade]

Hi Jade! I’ve had this idea stuck in my head for a while now - could you do some head cannons about the main trio being incubus’s (a creature who basically resembles a male and feeds off having sex while the victim is asleep) and meeting the reader and feeding off them but slowly falling in love with the reader? Thanks!

Sweet Dreams and Deep Fantasies

「Sorry about the wait, Ya buddy here just got through finals and shit, I’m beyond exhausted. I’m also in the process of moving too, so whew. I’ve got a lot going on…BUT I’M GONNA DO THIS!! I hope ya love it, anon!~ෆ」 ⊰ 18+! (Anyone who’s underaged will be blocked!)ও

↬ Disclaimer: Cursing, Somnophilia, Sexual Themes & Acts, Sex Demons. 

↬ word count ᱺ 2.1k ෆ

⧽ Let’s start with the nicest of the bunch, unlike the others on this list. Izuku doesn’t really strike you unless you really need it. 

⧽ Between work/school, you were running on desperate times there. 

⧽ Your toys weren’t cutting it, and you were too scared to try Tinder or sex websites because you don’t want to end up as a missing person or a dead body in a ditch. 

⧽ But the stress of life was getting to you. Rent due, Car due, Gas and Water due and you’re doing long ass hours only to have your shit gone before you could even try to enjoy.

⧽ You’ve done the relationships, all ending badly and you didn’t want to ignite the flames of the ex back into your life. 

⧽ So, after an upsetting masturbating session, your little helper was placed back in the third drawer of your side table. 

⧽ With an upsetting sigh, you closed your eyes and started to drift off to dreamland. 

⧽ You appeared to be in a…rather revealing position when you did. Your legs were over your head, tied together. 

⧽ Your eyes were confused, unsure of how in the hell you ended up like this! You wanted to have a simple dream! Hell, that candy one was satisfying for the night!

⧽ That’s when you felt a warm sensation on you. 

⧽ Your body shuttered at the feeling and you tried to move your legs to see who the hell was licking the palace without consent! 

⧽ The tongue slithered up and down on your slit, slipping inside you. Your toes curled, pleasure rushing through your body with the intensifying sensation driving you wild. 

⧽ Your mouth opened wide, your hips grinding against the sensation. 

⧽ “Desperation, Lust, Desire…” A voice said, sitting up and lowering his legs. 

⧽ His large, green tail curled while your body laid limb, the urge for more was radiating off your body. 

⧽ Your eyes wandered to the being above you, his large freckled body laced with a few scars, his bold green skin. 

⧽ His large hands gripped your thighs, pushing them back further so he could have more access. You started to move a bit because LIKE ANY SANE PERSON, WHO OR WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS DANMN THIS IS, AND WHY IS IT EATING YOU OUT LIKE A DAMN PRO?!

⧽ “Calm your nerves…and relax, you’re making this hard.” The voice ordered, sending chills down your spine. That’s when their tongue slipped in deeper and your back arched. 

⧽ Was it bad that you sat there and just took it? Maybe. 

⧽ Was it good when you came like a fuckin hose that had thousands of kinks in it? 

⧽ Hell MOTHERFUCKIN Yeah! 

⧽ You awoke that morning with a confused look, unsure of how you made such..a mess in your poor bed. 

⧽ That was only the beginning. 

⧽ The next night, it happened again. The green beast appeared and you finally saw his face. 

⧽ Large dark green eyes and freckles on his cheeks, it’s all you could focus on. 

⧽ Even when he was inside you, sucking the sexual energy out of you. 

⧽ Each deep thrust he gave you simply overwhelmed your needy, simply desperate body. 

⧽ He was something you desired, you craved. You needed. 

⧽ After a week of this, you simply ask for his name while you two were fucking from the side. You turned your head to look at him while he held your leg high in the air. 

⧽ “I-I-Izuku..” he whispers in your ear, before biting it and thrusting faster. 

⧽ And that’s where it began. 

⧽ Izuku began your little helper after long days and terrible dates. He’d make your little dreams better. He fucks your little brains out and leaves completely satisfied. 

⧽ He’s a sweet, kind, and caring demon too. He loves altering your dreams to accommodate your desires. 

⧽ He’s honestly one the nicest demons out of the entire bunch until things start to sour between you two. 

⧽ It’s kind of hard to only have someone appear in your dreams…and when work gets tough, you’re not able to drift to sleep fully. 

⧽ So the next time you do finally rest, he’s not there. Your green Prince wasn’t there anymore. 

⧽ But don’t worry, your job receives an exchange worker who transfers from another country…

⧽ And he’s suspiciously named Izuku too~

⧽ Remember being a kid and your parents would tell you that you should be careful of what you wish for? 

⧽ See, we don’t always think about shit that we say? You obviously didn’t when you supposedly summoned a damn demon on yourself. 

⧽ If you had been to a slumber party and played Bloody Mary or with the Ouija Board then you’d know how. 

⧽ It wasn’t like your life sucked really. 

⧽ You had the perfect job, car, life, and even significant other. Everything was peachy….except when it came to the sex. 

⧽ That…massively lacked. Baby boy didn’t know how to…ya know, get you there. 

⧽ So, often you faked it which is honestly kinda disrespecting because you’re over here with blue balls and another sad night where he’s knocked out and you’re accepting sleep while reading about other characters on A03 who’s getting better dick than you. 

⧽ The second you’re asleep though, you’re opening your eyes inside your bedroom…but alone? 

⧽ Your beloved was gone but something else was there. 

⧽ Before you could even get out of bed, a tail was pulling you back into it. “I didn’t say you could leave, now did I?” The voice said. 

⧽ It was raspy, deep….and made your panties wet instantly. It was demanding and practically had your toes curling. 

⧽ Your head turned to see what it was, before you…a demon with mostly orange to red skin, blonde hair, and bold red eyes. 

⧽ You couldn’t even figure out what the hell it was before your clothes started scattering all over the place. 

⧽ He was rough, deep, and practically had your hands ripping the sheets. 

⧽ “Right there! Right there!!” You cried out, your fingers tugging the sheets right off the bed. 

⧽ You lost count of how many times you’ve come, cause you kinda forgot after one. 

⧽ All you knew was when your eyes opened again, you were inside your bedroom and your lover was looking towards you confused and partially enticed. 

⧽ “Were you dreaming of me? You sounded like a naughty little porn star last night~” They teased, making you blink in confusion. 

⧽ The audacity of this man to fuck you IN YOUR BED IN YOUR HEAD TO MAKE YOU FEEL THAT DAMN GOOD THAT YOU MOAN OUTSIDE OF YOUR DAMN DREAM?!

⧽ You couldn’t even dare to admit to what happened in your dream? It’s a one-time thing, right? 

⧽ Haha, nope. The next day, he came back. 

⧽ Again. Again. And Again. 

⧽ It’s so bad that your lover starts to envy your own dreams and questions what’s sex like with them and your supposed wild-ass dreams. 

⧽ Your little red demon always left you shaking in his arms or on your bed.

⧽ He loved having you cry, pant, whine and simply disrespect your lover who was in the same bed as you two. 

⧽ There was one session in which he made you so damn weak, your legs gave up the second you tried to stand up the next day. 

⧽ Like all good things, shit hits the fan one day. You come home from work to find your lover with..another inside your bed. As expected, you’re enraged and kick them out. 

⧽ You turned your phone off and head out to the club to clear your head with a few girlfriends.

⧽ While twerking your relationship away and drinking your sadness, a hand grabbed your hips and whispered in your ear. 

⧽ “I’ve been watching you all fuckin night….think you can do that with me, baby?” He asked. That voice sent chills down your spine. 

⧽ With a smirk on your face, you took your little spiky-haired boy towards the door. 

⧽ That bed your ex-love disrespected earlier was promptly broken by that damn blonde. 

⧽ Whoever said College was fuckin easy was a goddamn lie? 

⧽ Whoever lied and said that it was easy, should choke on a dick and die? 

⧽ You’re struggling, dragging, brunt out and still trying to function. 

⧽ Clubs, Classes, Part-Time Work, and Rent were making you want to blast your damn brains out. 

⧽ Mid-Terms were on the horizon and thousands were dropping from their classes already. No one didn’t want to do this shot anymore? 

⧽ The true warriors were still fighting and pushing themselves toward the finish line. 

⧽ Your eyes were peered into a boom inside an empty library, it was reaching midnight while the exhaustion of your job from earlier that day. 

⧽ Your body demanded rest. 

⧽ Your stomach was demanding food.  

⧽ Hell, Your body was just deflating at this point.

⧽ Your head plopped onto the book, soft snores escaped your mouth while you drifted into deep and much-needed rest. 

⧽ Your dreams were always practically darkness. A time when it was simply black because your mind was too damn tired to give your exhausted ass something to dream about.

⧽ However, this time. You wake up inside a hot tub. 

⧽ Before you can even question how you’re inside a hot tub and also naked, something pressed against your body. 

⧽ The vibration made your body jump and wiggle a bit, who has the infamous magic wand in there, and who’s holding it? 

⧽ Your hand reached underneath the water to retrieve it, but another hand lifted your head. 

⧽ “Close your eyes and relax…you’re not allowed to touch.” The voice ordered. It was a cold, stern, and simply sexy ass voice. 

⧽ Who are you to disobey rules? Especially since you hadn’t had this much sexual pleasure in a while? 

⧽ Your breathing hitched, and your toes curled before your body was lifted. 

⧽ That’s when you felt the Arctic cold which caused your nipples to stick out. 

⧽ That was before he slipped inside WITH EASE. The intense combo of hot and cold was overstimulating your body. 

⧽ You were already needy as hell, but shit! You’re sucking..whatever this thing in with each thrust he gave you. Your hips even started moving on their own, rocking back and forth. 

⧽ Your eyes opened for a second, looking to see such an odd figure. 

⧽ Large red hands hugged and held your body. The left was on your hip and the right was loosely holding your face. 

⧽ You couldn’t even focus on what it was…when your body was jolted awake. 

⧽ Your eyes opened and you sat back, seeing a worried elderly woman. “Are you okay? You were moaning over here in your sleep…” she asked as she looked at you. 

⧽ Your heart dropped to your feet as worry washed over you. SHE HEARD YOU RIDING ON….WHATEVER THAT WAS?! You didn’t even respond to the woman, you pack your items and head to your car. 

⧽ You head home, get in your bed, and tried to justify what happened as a lack of sleep and simply being horny for some reason. 

⧽ ONLY TO WAKE UP INTO THE DREAM WITH SAID DEMON GOING HARDER THAN HE WAS BEFORE YOU WERE WOKEN UP. 

⧽ And that’s how it started. 

⧽ You went from studying at the library to forcing yourself to stay home, because your big ass demon didn’t give a fuck. Fall asleep and your ass was his. 

⧽ Crash in class, boom. You’re moaning inside the classroom. 

⧽ Crash during your break? You sound like a porn star inside the break room with your uncomfortable co-workers. 

⧽ Your bed was your safety and practicality a sanctuary. No one could hear how loud you were and what he was using on you. 

⧽ Sho, which was the name of said, Incubus. You found out while on a sex swing, handcuffed. You cried out shit, and he corrected you with Sho…before proceeding to make you scream his name. 

⧽ He always created a room that included his usual elements, Hot and Cold.

⧽ Little did you know, he was helping you get exactly what you needed to focus. 

⧽ He worked his magic on you until after the midterms. Once you turn your test in, could you simply rest without a single issue? 

⧽ Poof, he’s gone. Your dreams are simply dead and you’re left pretty upset. 

⧽ Things go back to normal, leaving you sad. You walked into the library, holding your books and things while listening to music.

⧽ You walked towards your usual study area, which was reserved for you because no one really deserved it. 

⧽ You opened the door and walked inside, only to freeze at the sight of a man with..red and white hair. He looked at you confused while you blinked. 

⧽ “Oh! Sorry! I didn’t mean to! I-I can come back!” You stammer, embarrassed, and start to turn around. 

⧽ “No, no….Why don’t you come in and join me?..” the voice said, standing up and walking towards you. “Just close your eyes and relax~” he whispered, pulling you close. 

⧽ It's funny how dreams can become a reality.

[chiquilines]

Lil miryumi dancing post because the brainrot is real, ladies and gentlemen

[wrongchose]

I wish i had someone to talk about doodles

rc9gn doodles save me rc9gn doodles Save me rc9gn doodles

[sergle]

Hey! Can I ask you for some advice? I want to get my friend a gift, but she's the type who will not accept expensive gifts, she prefers to treat herself. But, she DOES love cosmetics like nail polish, and I thought, ohhh, I know who to ask about that. So, do you have any recommendations for good bang for your buck for the gal who has everything, nail polish-wise?

HMMMMM!!! That's hard if she's The Gal Who Has Everything, if you dip into a brand that you know she likes, then you can't be totally sure you're not buying her a polish she already has... you're going to have to break into her house and write down the names of all her nail polish No but like. As a nail polish girl, the first thing on the table is that this is a rare occasion where I don't think a gift card is a cop out at all! Like, if there's a specific brand she really goes after, then going that route would just allow her to pick up a future release of her choosing, or specific stuff she has an eye on. If she's a nail polish girlie but has a brand you DON'T think she's frequented a lot (mooncat, ilnp, starrily, holotaco are all ones with catalogues that I like a lot- mooncat is probably highest quality and ilnp has the most range and the best deals) then hitting some of the polishes from there will mean you aren't risking doubling her up on some product. As far as picking colors and finishes, that's the fun part, that'd be up to you. The last option, also, the foolproof one: get shades from a collection of polish that is a New Release! And pray that she's not buying it at the same time as you. lmao Bang for your buck: I think one of the more fun things I've gotten for myself was gold leaf/gold flake? that shit they put on ice cream to justify the price hike in expensive restaurants. It's very very cheap to pick some up, and it's fun to use for nail art! You can also get her Tools and Basics that are helpful, like unusual magnets if she uses magnetic polish, glass nail files, cuticle pushers, stamping plates, or maybe a cute nail mat. One of those silicone ones. If she does gel (or is inch rested in it but hasn't done it herself) there are some pretty affordable gel kits by beetles, w the curing lamps too, I actually got one for myself one time. (but I don't do gel nails anymore) (I don't like taking them off) (but if she's a long-wear nails person she might enjoy doing gels at home) and if you do this, then you so need to buy her some buffing powders. That's like the number one reason to try gel, is you get to use those cool as fuck powders that don't work on regular nail polish. The Twinkled T ones are great. Buffing powders are how you get those really smooth glass-like looks like this:

and a tub of that shit is like $12. But it doesn't work on regular polish! I think that's all I've got. hope that helps!!

[akkivee]

"my anarchist impluse's spreadin' around!!!!!!"

kuukou week day 4: punk

[joybeantown]

I recently got some paint pens from the art store and wanted to test it out with a jacko, they felt so smooth but sometimes the ink feels like its blotting

They are nice and vibrant though!

[fatalism-and-villainy]

Hmm so a perspective I think I’ve seen crop up in meta before, but that I don’t really buy, concerns taking this line from Bedelia in 3.10:

You couldn’t save Hannibal. Do you think you can save this new one?

because I’ve seen people imply that Bedelia was correct in her assumptions about Will here, but I’ve honestly never gotten the impression that Will wanted to “save” Hannibal at all.

“This new one” can only refer to Dolarhyde (touched on only elliptically in this scene), and I think it’s fair to say that Will does have some investment in “saving” Dolarhyde, by some definition of that word - hence his attachment to the idea that Dolarhyde might be trying to stop killing. But I don’t think that he at any point wants to save Hannibal. He spends 3A trying to understand Hannibal better, but it doesn’t seem as though he wants to use that understanding to “redeem” Hannibal or save him from his worst impulses. In fact, he actively rejects the idea that Hannibal’s backstory can explain the person he is now (“Mischa doesn’t explain Hannibal… she doesn’t quantify what he does”), or that Hannibal is capable of being redeemed. My impression is that, consistently through seasons two and three, he thinks of Hannibal as an immutable force, one he can either resist or submit to. (And of course, he opts to resist at the close of the first half of season 3, and ends the show by submitting.)

So I think the investment Will may have in saving Dolarhyde stems from his identification with Dolarhyde, especially in the fact that Dolarhyde becomes another pupil of Hannibal (and Will uses their shared role vis a vis Hannibal to manipulate Dolarhyde in WOTL). His theory that Dolarhyde is trying to stop is perhaps wrapped up in his own desire to resist Hannibal, and by extension his own violent urges. And perhaps that sheds more meaning on “I don’t think I can save myself, but maybe that’s just fine.” But any desire to “save” Dolarhyde seems much more based in a desire to save himself than a desire to save Hannibal.

And this dialogue from Bedelia is in the same scene as the wounded bird exchange. Bedelia instructing Will to crush the wounded bird, instead of save it, makes the most sense when read as her trying to get Will to kill Hannibal (in the same way she tried to get Hannibal to kill Will in 3A). But there’s no indication to me that Will thinks of Hannibal specifically as a wounded bird. In fact, it’s easier to argue that Bedelia saw Hannibal that way - she and Will discuss her continuation of her role as Hannibal’s psychiatrist, and that’s contrasted with her “crushing” Neal Frank, and her acknowledgment of how unevenly distributed her compassion was towards her two patients. So when she tells Will, “the next time you have an instinct to help someone, you might consider crushing them instead”, she’s actively trying to redirect his impulses, but I think also alluding to the shift in her approach towards Hannibal from 3A to 3B.

All of that is to say - I think Bedelia’s assumption that Will was motivated to “save” Hannibal is perhaps a case of projection on her part.

And Bedelia’s perception of Will changes throughout this arc. Although in 3.10 she’s very convinced that Will isn’t a true killer, she gradually comes to realize just how actively allied with Hannibal’s interests he is, whether he realizes it or not. The turning point for her is, I believe, 3.12, in the aftermath of the Chilton affair, when she recognizes Will as Hannibal’s “agency in the world.” Although Will does end up crushing Dolarhyde, he opts to help Hannibal. But it’s not rehabilitative help, it’s collaborative. And I think Bedelia becomes steadily more aware of that throughout this arc.

[chamerionwrites]

As a small-time Stellan Skarsgard's Acting enjoyer and big-time Morally Compromised Old Man enjoyer I was inevitably going to fall down a Luthen Rael rabbit hole at least once so forgive me for being fully on my bullshit. But I can't explain my read on this guy without talking about That Speech, and I can't talk about that speech without dumping a bunch of thoughts about dialogue.

Because in my own writing the thing I get most obsessive about is character voice, and the thing about character voice is that not everyone is a poet. Sometimes the craft of writing is about euphony pure and simple. But sometimes (revealing my biases) I think the craft of writing is being able to ask yourself - sure it's good, but is it true? Can you find the poetry in the everyday? Can you express something sharp and compelling and resonant and stay faithful to the perspective of a character who isn't consciously honing their words in that way? All fictional dialogue is constructed. But there does come a point on the spectrum of naturalistic to constructed dialogue - it's partly a matter of taste - where you see more of the writer patting themselves on the back for writing a banger of a line than you see of the character, and personally I often find this off-putting.

Which doesn't mean you never get to let the poetry off the leash (God, that would be joyless). It just means there's a time and a place.

Andor's writers are dropping a lot of bangers and they absolutely know it but largely it works for me, because they're smart about the time and place. Cassian gets to be a guy who's resourceful with his words when the chips are down - that's a big part of his characterization. Maarva and Nemik get to break out the poetry when giving a speech or writing a political manifesto; those words are crafted in-universe as well as out. And Luthen - a performer, a salesman, a man with constructed identities - he gets to use a lot of constructed speech even when he isn't in full-throttle soliloquy mode. I've said before that a lot of stories about espionage are also stories about storytelling: people who create characters, fictions, who tell lies in an attempt to get at truths. In this story Luthen is that guy. Wouldn't you rather give it all at once to something real than carve off useless pieces till there's nothing left - it doesn't matter how constructed that sounds if it's a sales pitch he's rehearsed. It doesn't matter if you see a little bit of the author or the actor peek through when he says things like I know the outside; I imagine the rest, because it functions as characterization when in some sense he is both those things.

All of which is to say That Speech works for me because it tells you something about Luthen beyond the face value of what he says. It tells you this is something he's THOUGHT about, at length. If he hasn't delivered those lines to a mirror, he has absolutely worked through some version of them in his head more than once. And that tells you something just slightly to the left of who Luthen objectively is - it tells you how he constructs and sees himself. I fully believe that Luthen believes what he's saying there.

I also fully believe that this is a man who self-admittedly has an ego and a desire for recognition, who says he's given that up but evidently hasn't let go of some measure of resentment about it. That here's a guy who put on a billowing black cloak, pulled out all the spy theatrics for the express purpose of unsettling his informant, and then gave his best space King Lear audition. That here's a guy with a soliloquy about his sacrifices locked and loaded. On some level Luthen is a little bit into being a martyr for the cause. He's a little bit into the dark glamor of being a lone wolf operator pulling morally tarnished strings. He's a little bit into frightening and manipulating his informant! For all the cynicism of what he's saying, he's a little bit enamored with his own self-image as the sort of man who says it, in a way that suggests an inner romantic more than an inner pragmatist. He says he's damned for what he does but there's more furious pride underlying it than self-loathing; in the same breath he's admitting that a tiny piece of him wants a parade.

Which is fascinating and a little unflattering and way more interesting than just a badass character delivering a badass monologue. The characterization here is partly that Luthen is the kind of guy who monologues.

And to give him his due - I also fully believe that he's a very driven and committed man who has sacrificed a lot. Seen in that light, in fact, I think some of his character flaws come into focus in highly sympathetic ways. Ultimately this is a guy with a deep sense of urgency - "terrified the Empire's power will grow beyond the point where we can do anything to stop it," as he says. And sometimes there can be a lot of ego in urgency. It is a special kind of crazy-making to feel you are taking a problem far more seriously than almost everyone around you. It is a weight of responsibility to believe it's on you to fix that problem before it becomes too big to solve. Under those circumstances it's very understandable that Luthen has big responsible student leading the group project energy and a touch of main character syndrome (which is interesting and sort funny, contrasted with Cassian spending much of the story desperately trying to avoid becoming a main character). It takes a certain kind of drive and audacity-verging-on-arrogance to accomplish what Luthen has accomplished. But character flaws are often the flip side of character strengths, and I think a lot of his are tied up here. Sometimes he's a little enamored with his own isolation (he could choose to be more open with fellow rebel leaders like Saw imo). Sometimes he's awfully comfortable instrumentalizing others while insulating himself. He says Imperial arrogance is remarkable, but sometimes he's blind in similar ways - Luthen is almost as surprised as the Imperials by the funeral riot in the final episode. He's spent so much time stage-managing his would-be rebellion from Coruscant that an organic uprising startles him. In his self-appointed position as the lonely string-puller at the top, he maybe has a bit too much fondness for control and not quite enough regard for community (imo it's also kind of telling that there are no actual Aldhanis involved in the heist on Aldhani). As Clem says - sometimes people don't look down the way they should.

All of which are very interesting and human flaws for him to have! And which I do think the show subtly gestures at in the sort of contemplative way he reacts to that riot, and which I'd love to see come into focus more in S2.

[milimeters-morales]

milesganke first kiss except it’s not special at all. miles was expecting a great realization or an amazing feeling, and nothing felt any different and he’s like “okay…. was… is that it??” so he’s a bit worried and doesn’t know what to say to the other person. he’s just awkwardly standing there and smiling. this goes mostly for comic miles though lol. the only other miles ship i see this happening with is him and margo or him and pavitr … well actually tiana kissed him and he was just awkwardly scratching the back of his head lol

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THE DUALITIES! the parallels between 'a chip on my shoulder' and almost 90 episodes later, 'a fish on my shoulder' are SOOOO NEAT... a duel!! to settle a dispute! to mend ones honor! to say sorry.. i LOOVE how the riptide crew has evolved n blossomed over time....

[theyscreamjade]

Should I hop on the bandwagon?

Is it time for ya girl to start writing JJK fics?

(It’s Sukuna’s fault though..)

[g1ngerbeer]

god i fucking love drawing this guys expressions. hes such a weirdo

[wrongchose]

Sketches :P

Sketches i did between periods, just testing this pen and my ability to make simple sketches. I like it already

Im considering taking a break to study for my admission exam, but this blorbos always win

This is a Quequed post!

[fluentisonus]

finally reading riddley walker & I knew I would like it but ough........

[catgirltoes]

See the real issue with TME is that it's an acronym, just like TERF, AGAB, et bloody cetera. I'm certain just spelling out transmisogyny exempt at the beginning of a Serious Post would head off a good portion of the "what's tme? i am incapable of searching out information on my own!" type comments and make it obvious that any remaining come from intellectually incurious people. Furthermore, actually spelling it out prevents it from becoming lexicalized, which is what happened to all those other acronyms, which allowed for much more semantic drift than a specific phrase otherwise would. See for instance "afab chest" to mean breasts, or the infamous "Putin is a terf". No more acronyms! Say what you mean!

[parasitespngs]

trying (and failing) to make a gif with a glowing / partly transparent bg yeehaw