#still don't remember what ppl were wearing though so i just put them in my own clothes kdfjsjd

[prose-n-scripts]

sketches from The Prince, a new and incredible play by @realphilosophytube!!

[tirfpikachu]

my transmasc nonbinary ex said that they keep getting gendered as female when going out, especially now that they're off testosterone, and that they're not opposed to it per se but it just gets tiring to be called the same thing all the time and they wish people would switch it up every now and then (so they feel more validated as enby)

i remember what it was like when i had nonbinary dysphoria and it was almost like a game. like you want a good ratio of being gendered as male vs female. they were gendered as male for long enough for years that they got actually dysphoric from it, like they got miserable living 100% as male. so now they're in-between. they've had top surgery, they have stubble but always shave it and want to get laser for it (they don't enjoy anything they rly got from hrt afaik, they just "needed something to happen" and top surgery was taking a while to happen at the time). so they're androgynous, but they're hyperfixated on how others view them. it's obviously not what they always think about, but enough to notice and keep track. if they only get gendered as female that month they get uncomfortable. if they only get gendered as male another month they get uncomfortable. it must be so fucking annoying. it was for me, anyway. like never feeling satisfied w how others view you, bc what you want is basically impossible unless you were super dedicated every single day to curating your appearance to pass differently

sometimes i feel like telling them just be yourself, even cis ppl get misgendered, try to feel secure in yourself and all the other bullshit will fade away. strangers only take a quick glance at you and your sex characteristics. and if you have an afab-typical body outside of a flat chest, and you wear stylish clothes, and you're conventionally pretty... and have shaved your stubble... i mean yeah, ppl are gonna think you're afab, and they use the typical sex-based pronouns associated w that. it sucks though. nonbinary ppl, including me from back then, tend to daydream abt a world where ppl would just be able to tell they identified as nonbinary and used they/them or did the "oh miss... i mean sir! sorry" thing every time. they're seeking that rush of "omg i did the nb thing!!" even though they themselves will use she or he for others unless the person is alternative enough & androgynous enough where they cannot believe the person is at peace w their sex. they'll say all day long that nonbinary isn't a look or a behavior but they really go against that aaall the time!!! honestly often the word nonbinary is basically synonym with "androgynous" in how it's used, and other times as a nebulous identity based on the understanding that everyone has an inner womanly or manly feelings inside their head except for special enbies. some nonbinary ppl are androgynous, others genuinely for all intent and purposes are considered gender conforming in society. sometimes i think that's to the detriment of genuinely androgynous folks (nonbinary-identified or not) who face the blunt of anti-gnc hatred

honestly once i embraced being a female human life seemed kinda boring at first bc i didn't get those "omg i reached androgyny!!" rushes anymore. it's like the game was over bc i aligned w my sex as a neutral fact. and all that energy i had focused on gender stuff i now put towards just seeing myself as a human who happened to be female, and would be female no matter what, and no matter what ppl thought it doesn't change the body type i was born in. i'm just like any other female animal. it means absolutely nothing. ppl can think i'm a dude all the time and i just laugh it off bc i know what i am, it's like a funny little secret i have when i get misgendered. but trans ppl don't view it like that... i wonder, what if they desensitized themselves to misgendering and found security in themselves and confidence in their identity? even while still identifying as trans etc? what if they could learn to laugh too cuz they know what they are? i feel like that's what they should work on instead of changing the world around them and feeling bummed out everytime they don't win at gender

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

hey throwback to the time I went to Colonial Williamsburg* and, despite being NINE YEARS OLD, managed to put together a costume that made ppl assume I was a paid re-enactor (though, as I was quick to point out, the cut of the dress and brim of the mobcap were actually more appropriate to the 1850s, but my MOM, who bought my dress, just couldn't learn her history...), and proceeded to abuse my Cool Outfit Privileges in a way that I've honestly never come close to topping since.

I swear this actually happened.

I was watching the minutemen's** parade and basking in the Aesthetic(tm) of it all when a group of ACTUAL re-enactors dressed as redcoats*** muscled their way in front of the crowd and started reading the (actual genuine) Riot Act to the tourists, admonishing them for unlawful assembly, "in the name of the king" blah blah blah while gently herding them towards a fenced-in staging area for the next part of the show.

I knew this was all a performance. However, I was also nine years old and autisic, with zero concept of social appropriateness and the (correct) belief that I knew more about this period of history than 99% of the tourists.... plus I apparently had ZERO CHILL.

In a rush of Feral LARPer Instinct that bordered on divine inspiration, I slipped, unnoticed, through the crowd to a smallish tree poking a couple feet above crowd level. Clambering up, I braced myself against a branch and looked out over the crowd, at the tourists civilians packed standing-room-only as the redcoats denounced their freedom, OUR freedom, in the name of their king. And I started yelling.

"LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION, LONG LIVE THE UNited-- uH, LONG LIVE THE THIRTEEN COLONIES! LONG LIVE INDEPENDENCE!"

The surrounding tourists looked up and saw a skinny kid with, buckteeth, freckles and the general aura of a half-starved 1700s farm child in (to them) full historical costume, and assumed it was part of the show.

They took up my cries, some raising their fists in the air in solidarity, growing louder and more enthusiastic until the crowd stampeded as one, breaking out from the stage area and (still playfully of course) crowding the redcoats offstage and pursuing them back the way they came.

I really do wonder what the guys playing the redcoats were thinking as Literally Just Some Kid wearing a modified amazon pioneer costume hijacked their re-enactment and rallied the other tourists to full (and accurate-ish) revolt. Like, what the fuck????

After everyone had trickled out, I stayed in the tree for a few minutes, watching for further retaliation from the brits and slowly being hit by the reality of what had just happened. In a haze of overwhelming shock and euphoric glee, I jumped down from my perch in the tree, rejoined my mother, and continued our tour of Williamsburg.

(...I think. The fact that I Did That broke my brain so much that I don't remember anything else of the trip until after we got home and I was going through my souvenir bag.)

so yeah that's the story of how I led a successful mock rebellion when I was nine.

*it's literally in the name that this whole thing was racist and colonialist asf, even more so back in 2008. Just to acknowledge the context this story occurs in.

**if you don't live in america or aren't a massive nerd, "minutemen" were independence movement's the civilian reserve force. the Little Flute And Drum dudes.

***if you don't live in america or aren't a massive nerd, "redcoats" was a derogatory term that the revolutionaries coined for british soldiers due to their red military coats.

[spring-lxcked]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

NAME.  nicole or aspen

PRONOUNS.  she / they (i sometimes have a slight preference for one over the other day-to-day, but overall either is fine)

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION.  if you need me to respond quickly, IMs are probably the way to go. if you want to have a long-term convo/don't care about quickness, discord (nicolenostalgia) is best!

MOST ACTIVE MUSE.  currently it's obviously this rabbit bastard, but my other consistently most active muse has been kokichi (@takinghisbow). outside of him, i tend to go through periods of strong hyperfixation on specific muses. single muse blogs for me are pretty exclusively for muses i don't intend on taking long breaks from ever (outside of necessity)

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS.  i've been rping since i was around 9 (and far too young to be freely online, but whatever). i've been on tumblr since i was ~14, but didn't start rping here until like. . . 3-4 years ago? prior to tumblr i rp'd on forums, via email with individual friends, and on furcadia (my longest experience and very defining for me ngl. i know it's, like, cringe or whatever, but <3).

BEST EXPERIENCE.  i mean, generally just the genuine friends i've made and continue to make on here. but also, to be slightly more specific, few things stand out in my memory as favorite rp moments more than the funny, crack-y, shit-posting times where me and some of my mutuals are just losing our minds. i love running jokes on my blogs, i love being @'d, i just love love love that non-serious sort of interaction sm.

RP PET PEEVE.  if you start public shit/write callouts about someone because they were slightly rude to you or you just don't like them? [cocks gun] (legally i'm joking, but i'm so glad i haven't seen this kinda shit in awhile. save it for dangerous people, please). other than that, i've had Experiences where my frequently-thirsted-after-by-fandom male muse just gets an Onslaught of ppl who will absolutely try to force ship with their OC. it hasn't happened here, but admittedly i'm like. sitting on the edge of my seat LMAO. (like, it's kinda funny but it's hella disrespectful).

PLOTS OR MEMES.  memes tend to be a better starting point for me unless you already have a specific idea in mind OR we're working off of one of our wishlist posts. i have this Thing where the moment someone asks me to plot every single idea i've ever had leaves my head fdkshfsd. the only exception to this is if it's not immediately obvious how our muses would meet. at which point, either plotting OR just specifying something in a meme you send would be great.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES.  cursed to love long replies, forced to have executive dysfunction lmao. i mean, i love interactions of any length, but i do looooove getting really into my muse's mindset and exploring it. because of mental health, tho, longer thread usually = longer wait for my reply. not always, it depends on my muse. once we're getting 5+ paras, it might be a bit of a wait (even tho i still love it).

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES.  knee-jerk reaction was to say no abt william lmao. in all seriousness, i'd say. . . we have a similar sense of humor, regrettably. and more than that, i feel like my draw to writing muses in general who "wear a mask" and hide their real personalities has been a bit of an. . . unintentional exploration relating to my own masking. i've a only realized in recent years that i likely have ADHD (and maybe autism?), and the realization that the Me In Public is literally Not Me was. crazy. i think that, even though william is a complete bastard, there's something to writing a muse who is always performing. i mean, before i even understood what masking was i remember telling my mom that being around almost anyone irl felt like putting on a show to pretend to be "normal." so anyway me, kokichi, and william are holding hands (eurgh).

TAGGED BY. @gateway31 ( <3 <3 <3 ) TAGGING. whoever would like to do it!!

[lifeproblemingcat]

boredom. nostalgia. while i love being able to talk to ppl basically whenever....

maybe looking at social media and how elementary school life is like now is making me nostalgic of my childhood. i mean technically I'm still in childhood but i mean the kind kids not even 10 years younger than me won't get to have. i miss when everything was simpler, back when i didn't really care about the news (pre 2017).

i miss when status symbols were how far you could do the splits, how well you knew Disney channel shows, whether you brought "good" snacks like cookies...

not how many Stanley cups you owned, what shoes you wore, what phone you had - barely anyone had one in elementary school in the first place. we sure didn't go raiding Sephora for retinol and bronzing drops.

sure, it wasn't the "go out to play and don't come back until dark" or whatever of previous decades. but i miss playing pretend with my sister, building pillow forts with the neighbors, doing cannonballs into the pool with friends. i miss baking at friends' houses, even if we messed up, instead of watching influencers make perfectly aesthetic cakes.

i remember the summer between middle and high school where my friends insisted on doing TikTok dances for half of our time together. the way half my high school hangouts were centered around "where can we take aesthetic photos???" that after posting i don't think anyone looked at and went "we had a great time". half of them were at a mall or something.

i genuinely laughed way more near a few boat docks, my best friend and me watching the seagulls on them chasing around a worn out tennis ball - which i realised then that many of my other friends would just walk past without really caring. we stopped so many times to stare at ducks and geese :) pretending like the museum we were heading towards wasn't going to eventually close. we didn't even take any pics together - though i didn't rly care...

looking at old pictures everyone had their own fashion sense and their own look. i don't know. today i saw some post about how social media turned everyone into clones and the more i thought about the explanation given, i found it so true - once we reached middle school and half my classmates at least had Instagram, everyone seemed to start wearing the same kind of thing. passing by the children's clothes in stores i wonder why 6 year olds have basically mini versions of the women's clothes. while I look back at what i wore in elementary school and think "I'd never wear that now" - definitely not that Justice penguin shirt - at the end of the day kids are still kids. if we're so insistent on "kids are not just mini adults" why do their clothes suggest the opposite?

so many people i used to know have had such massive glow ups it's crazy. sure i look probably a lot more put together than i did a few years ago but i don't try to look like everyone else.

we were probably all messes back in elementary school, but we seemed like way more authentic versions of ourselves.

[jadeee]

I have an angst request involving Nicky with a little context, if you're ok with it.

I was listening to "Finality" by Woods of Ypres and the lines "We didn't spend our lives together and I will miss you forever" really struck me. My thought was what if MC had been the one shot and killed before the wedding and it was revealed at the rehearsal dinner? I'm a sucker for dramatic emotional pain apparently 😢

ah, sweet angst. my specialty.

warning: super sad

Tbh I don't even think Nicky would give himself time to let it sink in. He'd automatically rush to your side, wherever you were bc he has to see it. He doesn't believe it. Hearing is one thing bc ppl can talk nonsense but seeing it? Seeing it with your own eyes? It's a fact and you can't deny it.

He wouldn't drive, he's too much of a mess but God forbid the driver is taking too long. He'll walk, no, he's gonna run. The whole time he's praying to God, even though he can't remember the last time they talked.

He calls your name as he walks towards you. When you don't move or even smile at his voice, he chokes back tears and calls your name again. Before, he would admire moments when he caught you thinking in silence or just staring off into the void but he couldn't look at you like this.

"Amore?" He cradled your head in his hands.

You couldn't feel how his fingertips brushed over your eyelids or how he caressed your cheek like he used to after a passionate kiss.

Rocky hung his head while he ushered everyone away from you two. Chris watched with teary eyes, refusing to blink.

"Nick-"

"Chris." Rocky shook his head.

Nicky's eyes stayed on you.

"It's my fault,"

Rocky grabbed Chris by the shoulder and he tore himself away from his grip. His hat fell to the ground.

"Get out." Nicky's voice was a whisper.

"Nick-"

"Just get out!" Nicky looked over his shoulder at the two men then turned back to you.

Chris grabbed his hat from the floor and followed Rocky out of the room.

Needless to say, he is a mess. Incomplete. Broken. Shattered into a thousand pieces that will never fit together again. Your death affects him in many ways.

He'd wear darker colors from that point on. Black, navy blue, and dark gray. He doesn't look at white the same since it reminds him of the wedding you two never had, so he never wears it.

He'd visit your grave every day if he could. If he couldn't make it during the day, he'd prob go at night anyway. He doesn't care if it's trespassing.

Whenever he goes out to see you, he always brings flowers. He'll sit on a blanket and tell you about his day, what the fellas are up to, and current news. He won't talk about Floyd though bc he's figured you suffered enough, "I'm takin' care of it."

In this case, all bets are off. I can't see Nicky murdering Floyd bc that's too easy. He'd prob get him to his breaking point. To the point where he just begs for Nicky to put a bullet in him. I'm not sure that Nicky would try to get justice the civil way. He did that before and Floyd managed to cheat the system.

Getting married again or dating is out of the question. You're irreplaceable, Nicky knows that and he lives with that every day. Whenever ppl try to flirt with him, he just calls them out "My heart belongs to someone else" or "I'm already in love."

He'd still carry your picture in his wallet and keep your framed photos on the wall. He would donate most of your clothes but he'd keep his favorite piece of yours so he can hold it close to him at night.

Ofc he still wears his wedding ring. His soul is linked to yours even beyond death. Whether you wanna be buried, cremated, turned into a flower or wtv that's up to you.

I imagine you two talked about it before. If not, then he'll do wtv he thinks you would've liked best. Depending on what happens with your body, he might wear your wedding ring with his.

He doesn't smile or laugh like he used to. If anything he gives a small smirk or a low chuckle. His eyes don't sparkle and he couldn't tell you the last time he blushed or felt hot all over {and not bc he had a fever}.

When he's alone, he still talks to you like you were there with him. He'll sit at the park and look out at the parents with the kids.

"This should've been us."

...

"No, I wanted it with you and no one else."

...

"I know... I just- I can't."

...

He wiped his eyes as he thought about how you'd comfort him in that moment.

No matter how hard ppl try to comfort him, it won't work. It's not until he feels his breath leave his body that he finally finds peace.

As a matter of fact, he smiled and said "I'm coming home, amore mio." Naturally, he ordered that his body be next to yours before he died so you were together for eternity.

[hawksugarbaby]

Kirishima x reader - Drag

Fluff + drag queen Kirishima

"EIJIRO KIRISHIMA!" you sprinted to his room with a crinkling plastic bag in hand while shoving other students out the way. You knocked on his door rapidly bouncing up and down "yes (y/n)?" you shoved the plastic bag in his face and grinned from ear to ear "I saw your Instagram..." his eyes shot open and he immediately started hunting for excuses "uh it was a bet? I lost a bet to mina I promise" he slowly backed up into his room trying to hide the makeup palettes on his shelf and pushing away the feminine clothes lying on the floor "make me pretty!" you pulled out an eyeshadow palette and some brushes waving them about desperately "your already pretty?" he put the brushes down hoping no one else was hearing this conversation "EI PLEASE!" you begged and he sighed pulling you inside and shutting his door loudly.

"Please don't tell anyone pumpkin" he sighed looking at his girlfriend as you bounced around excitedly "baby I will never ever tell anyone if you don't want me to" you promised and he sat you down in front of his mirror brushing the hair out of your face combing through it with his crimson riot hairbrush which you thought was adorable. He shuffled through the palettes in your bag "you got these from the dollar store didn't you" he sat the out on the marble vanity and opened them up to look at the cracked powders making you click your tongue "they weren't like that when I bought them" you said closing the palettes again quickly "it's okay I have plenty" he muttered and pulled a drawer out from under his bed which was filled top to bottom edge to edge with makeup.

"Wow, Ei that's a lot! This must have been a lot of money" you giggled and he pulled out his mint to be and misunderstood palette by colourpop and lipstick by nyx "yeah it does cost a lot but I think it's worth it" he smiled and pulled the foundation you bought out of the bag since it was your shade and he would not be letting you go out looking like a cheap whore who couldn't even match her foundation to her skin tone. "I've never worn makeup before" you admit squishing your cheeks together while he hunted for a colour corrector to go over your purple eye bags "your 17 and you've never worn makeup?" he asked and dabbed the colour corrector on thickly, your eyebags were terrible afterall "you haven't been sleeping well have you pumpkin," he asked blending out the cream under your eyes and pumping out some foundation onto the back of his hand. "Just nightmares Ei" you gave a lopsided grin and he kissed the top of your head "do you want to talk about it," he asked and started putting the foundation on your face gently, he didn't want to hurt you by dabbing too hard.

You shook your head and turned looking into the mirror instead of at him "do you need to talk about something?" he stopped doing your foundation "what do you mean?" you carefully thought of how to phrase your next sentence while he took a drink of his water "are you gay?" you grimaced when he spat his water out getting it all over you and the vanity. he chuckled "no pumpkin I'm definitely not gay" he wiped the vanity down with an old T-shirt "are you trans? If you are I'll support you one hundred per cent of the way" you put your hand on top of his reassuring him even though he didn't need the reassurance "I'm not trans either (y/n) I just do drag" he showed you a little book from his shelf and you flicked through it it was filled with pictures of him in drag and flyers and tickets from all of his shows. It did bring him immense joy knowing that if he was trans you wouldn't break up with him (sorry straight ppl) and that you had no issue if he was gay other than you not being a guy which would have been an issue.

"You look so pretty in this one" you gushed pointing to the picture of him next to a microphone and a laughing crowd and he laughed nervously remembering that night did not go brilliantly, well no it did, but that night he got caught by Mr Aizawa for sneaking out, BUT he got permission to go do his thing instead of having to sneak out "how many people know?" you asked while he primed your eyelids with a different blender "you and Mr Aizawa," he said sadly, sure he was upset that his friends didn't know but he didn't WANT them to know, that's why he lied and told them he didn't have Instagram but he was more than happy now that you knew and he no longer had to hide his passion from the person he loved most in this world "Mr Aizawa?" you giggled imagining the shocked face of your teacher when your boyfriend got home in a full face of makeup "comes to every one of my shows" he grinned and picked up a small pointy brush. "Well I better get to know Mr Aizawa a bit more huh"

He dusted the brush in a dark green and asked you to shut your eyes "so how come I wasn't aware my boyfriend is a drag queen" you asked while the handsome boy packed your crease with dark green and he sighed heavily concentrating on the powder falling onto your cheeks "I just didn't know how you would react" he said brushing the green flecks from your face "I will always accept you Ei don't you forget that" you grabbed the hand he wasn't using and squeezed it tightly while he stamped the rest of the colour in and winged the end and started buffing it out.

"I don't understand why you wanted me to do your makeup though," he said picking up a clean brush and smothering it in a pastel green dusting it lightly on the edge of the crease he had made to blend it out and went back over the dark green, "I told you I wanted you to make me pretty" you reminded him, maybe he forgot what you said when you came to his door and shoved the bag in his face "your already gorgeous (y/n) you don't need makeup," he said kissing the top of your head again while pouring some concealer onto his hand "aw Ei thank you" you smiled at him... maybe, you didn't know you still had your eyes closed "I don't really know why I wanted you to actually i just thought it would be fun" you shrugged and raised your eyebrows for him when you felt him go in with the concealer covering part of your eyelid and the outward flick and more green flecks fluttered down to your face making you scrunch up your nose "wait I'm going to sneeze" you warned him and turned away letting out an adorable kitten sneeze making him laugh "I love you more and more each day" he praised making your face turn red underneath the foundation.

He brushed on a shimmery white into the corners of your eyelid making them sparkle "(y/n) you realise that once the lipstick is on it means no kisses" he smirked and watched as your face dropped and you struggled to keep your eyes closed "YOU NEVER SAID NO KISSES!" you yelled and smacked your hand over your mouth before someone could come and check out the couples quarrel a few rooms over "what if you put your makeup on too then nothing is technically getting messed up?" you offered hoping that you could convince him. You would not be living this day without kisses it was illegal for you to go a day without kisses "what if someone see's me?" he asked picking up a limey green on his brush and moving the hair that had fallen in front of your face. "Then we say I dared you and that I bought all the makeup and followed a tutorial," you said bringing up a youtube video that looked similar-ish to the look he was doing on you "it couldn't hurt," he said and put on the lime green in the middle of your lid blending it into the white.

"I'm really proud of you Ei," you said and your lips turned upward while he applied a lighter version of the eyeshadow he used on your crease to the outer part of your eyelid following the flick upwards and blending it into the shimmery lime "why?" he pulled back to look at his work so far and smiled softly at how pretty you looked, you always looked pretty but this was your first time ever wearing makeup and he was doing it for you, something about the love he put into the makeup made you shine with beauty... and the light on the vanity made your eyeshadow sparkle. "Because you followed your passion even if you weren't sure what others would think. And that makes you the manliest guy alive" you complimented and he looked over at his poster of a crimson riot like it would somehow come to life and agree with your words "that means more than you could ever know pumpkin" you opened the eye he wasn't working on and saw him looking at his poster "plus your only 17 and you're famous as a Hero and a drag queen"

He went in with a white eyeliner cutting the crease with the pointy stick trying not to harm your eye "I hate these things" he said and grumbled something about how stupid and fiddly they are then slammed the liner on the vanity neatening up the lines a bit "wow we're almost done the first eye" he said applying the eyeshadows he used on your eyelid to your lower lashline and blended them out making them look soft and feathery and finally applied the shiny white to the corner of your eye. He picked out a tiny plastic container of tiny tiny diamonds and a tube of eyelash glue and gently pressed the diamonds onto the top of your cut crease. He used the same lash glue and put on the long eyelashes then moved on to fill in your brow.

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He finished the second eye and grabbed a large fluffy brush and contoured your face bringing the warmth back into you. He grabbed a rosy blush and dusted it on and finished grabbed a smaller brush brightening your face with a greeny-blue highlighter making you glow in the white light of the vanity. "We're almost done," he said letting you know you could look forward to opening your eyes again. "But then you have to do yours" you reminded him and he hummed "it takes a quarter of this time to do it to myself" he teased and popped open a lipstick asking you to part your lips "why you gonna kiss me?" you chuckled and he leaned in close kissing you with his soft lips "obviously" and he put the lipstick on you adding some green rhinestones to seal the deal.

"Okay (y/n) open your eyes" he instructed and stood up letting you take in your face while he hunted through his wardrobe throwing stuff onto his bed "holy All Might" you leaned in close to the mirror admiring the gorgeous artwork on your face "I didn't know I could look so good in green" you mumbled and beamed at the reflection in front of you "you look gorgeous," he said coming up behind you and kissing your neck "but we aren't done yet" he dangled a green dress in front of you "so you get the rest of you ready while I get myself ready okay?" he said sitting himself down at the vanity and you jumped up and down enthusiastically grabbing the dress and pleaser heels he placed down for you and moving the wig out of your face.

About an hour later you were both fully ready

"meet my photographer," he said bringing you to the back of the dorms where Mr Aizawa was standing lazily checking his phone "MR AIZAWA IS YOUR PHOTOGRAPHER? How does he let you get away with those photo's" you whispered the last part asking yourself more than him and he shrugged "cmon after this we're going to a show" he smiled and pulled you over with him in front of the camera "Kiri can we do this like all the time?" you asked while your teacher photographer set up the camera "of course pumpkin". This would be the best photo in his book yet.

A/n: I wanted to make kiri a drag queen so I did

[itsclydebitches]

God I'm so glad to talk about the game lmao. I also finished it! It was fine Ig I think the start of the game was so fantastic so my expectations were a bit much but it was fun! I loved playing as Ciri and just zapping all over the place, wish we could do that more.

But yeah I completely agree with you on basically everything that you said lmaooo, Yen is just unbareable the more I learn about her and the things shes done/the way she treats ppl, I just don't see what I'm meant to like, even if Geralt wasn't the Best person, he deserves so so much better, Idk how I'm gonna read the books if this romance is canon there too, hopefully it won't bother me too much. She so far doesn't really have any redeeming qualities, even her small moments of humour and wit are sort of "yeah okay but it's not fun when you do it cause you just spent the past few moments berating someone for daring to try and help you so like" I actually ended up sort of liking triss the more I talked with her and Yen, she at least apologises for her wrongs (which are still massive holy shit) and doesn't rly treat geralt like shit (same with Kiera, I think thats how her name is spelt, shes cool), they both kinda fuck over geralt but they own up to it which I can at least respect, still not a fan but they're okay, at times. God the women in this game are either really fucking cool or just a bitch, usually in a not fun way The game came with both dlcs! havent really touched them cause the ending was a bitttt of a let down, I thought I wasn't near finishing cause I put it off for so long lol so my bad, probably will get into them tho! And im on ps4 so no mods :( the exp shit would be so good, the last boss fights were really easy though? I think I was level 34 (I wanted to wear my good armour lol) and the quests are level 28 so maybe I was a bit over leveled but some random mobs in world beat my ass just before the main quests so idk lol. Do you get to hang with Ciri at all post game? They're so damn cute together

Out of curiosity which ending did you get? I was pretty satisfied overall (witcher!Ciri ending for me) but I remember thinking that the last couple of plot points were pretty rushed. Though tbh, looking back I’m not sure if that’s actually the case, or if things just felt fast to me because I missed so much buildup trying to keep track of the basics. Now that I know the characters, world, conflicts, etc. I keep coming across lines and details that make me go, “Oh, THAT’S what we were referring to!” for plot points that previously felt like they came out of nowhere.

Playing Ciri is so much fun though. I enjoy zapping around as well...even when I accidentally zap myself into some guy's sword XD

I’m constantly told Yen gets better in the books (something, something major character development) and I’d be lying if I said that “The Last Wish” didn’t turn me off, but I personally stopped reading due to more than just Yen. The epic just didn’t grab me. The short stories absolutely, but I didn’t like the writing as much in novel form, heard a lot about future plot points I had no interest in/made me very uncomfortable, didn’t want to read a bunch of Yen being Yen prior just to getting a development I may or may not like… there was a lot that made me drop the books, so I’m not exactly in the best position to be recommending them, or even warning against them from an unbiased perspective lol. I might give them another shot sometime, but for now I’m happy with the games and fandom content.

I’m liking Triss a lot more on my second playthrough too (especially how selfless she is regarding the other mages) and I always liked Keira. I think the game did a good job of making her kinda selfish and manipulative (as sorceresses are wont to be in this world), but not to such an extent that you’re utterly repulsed by her actions. Her conflict is “I want to not live in squalor the rest of my days and am willing to mislead a friend to achieve that. Also foolishly trust a mad king that, if I go through with it, ends in my horrific death.” With the resolution being like, “Oh, someone else will give me a place of safety with something as basic as clean bedding? Sweet! Yeah, now that I have some security, company, and comfort I’ll use this research to cure a plague, nbd.” Keira is a great example of TW3’s argument that if you choose to help and nurture people, good things will happen for everyone, and it doesn’t ask you to ignore anything really awful to get there. I can very much stomach “You kept some info from me and put me to sleep for the night” in a way that’s far harder to do with, “You actively misled me for months while I had amnesia, cultivating this fantasy relationship” or “You callously disregard another’s culture and torture our daughter’s friend through necromancy.”

Depending on the choices you’ve already made, you can hang out with Ciri for like, one cut scene in the DLCs lol. But it’s indeed a cute one! Basically, if you didn’t romance either Triss or Yen and Ciri is still alive, you should see her again. I’m absolutely that fan that if CDPR decided, after this many years, to randomly add more TW3 content, I would in no way be opposed. I want more time with Ciri, with Regis, there’s a character from the second game named Iorveth who was supposed to reappear in TW3 but had to be cut and that tragedy will forever haunt me. Forget the mess that is Cyberpunk, just keep making more Witcher content!

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modern!au k(lance)

they're all in their 20's except for Shiro who's 30 and coran who's 50

first of all. miss me with that 'pining roommate' shit. I love miscommunication and making characters that r sexy bffs with one another

Lance meets Nyma through a Craigslist ad he put up saying he needed a roommate. the moment they met was a tragedy for everyone but them because they're that powerful and beautiful

lance with tousled hair, wearing a half-unbuttoned silk shirt and designer jeans, Michael kors sunglasses pushed up atop his head, arm wrapped around nyma: hi guys this is my roommate, nyma!

nyma, with her blonde 3-ft long box braids down her back, perfectly manicured red nails, bodycon dress and loubitons, hand on lances waist: hey

allura, shaking and on the verge of tears: STOP MAKING US LOOK POOR AND UGLY

Lance is in school for marine biology and Nyma works as a hairdresser and the both of them are small beauty gurus on YouTube that collab with one another

lance: hey guys we're going to be trying out the new anastasia pallete we got today :)!

nyma: and by got we mean shoplifted from sephora

lance: NYMA YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT

they're also insta baddies and both gender non-conforming baddies. Nyma is a nonbinary lesbian icon and lance is a nonbinary bicon.... those are like the fucking BEST senses of style

anyone with eyes can see that nyma is into and ONLY into girls but of course... heteronormativity.

rolo: I still don't get why you're dating lance. he's super annoying.

nyma: he doesn't bitch nearly as much as you even when he's got my cock in his ass

they do this thing where when people assume they're a couple they pretend they're some kind of kink couple and freak everyone out

which is why when hunk and pidge meet nyma they're like :eyes: but when nyma flirts with pidge lance doesn't even bat an eye and then lance starts pining about Keith's greasy mullet and his bags under his eyes and nymas got this look on her face that perfectly resembles a man who's lost all sense of normalcy and righteousness in his life and now sits in a bar every night listening to this dumb romance novel type shit and then pidge and hunk are like. oh. no they're just gay.

speaking of keith. he's one of those gays. one of the quirky emo gays that never sleeps and listens to 'coffee and cigarettes' on repeat and has like 3 strings of lights in his room and not only is an art major but ALSO a photographer. and yet somehow he still has the will to wake up at 5 am every morning and go to the gym like some kind of HEATHEN.

Lance knew Keith in high school for 3 years until he got expelled for fighting at the end of his junior year. He was also universally crushed on and was the bad boy jock of the school with a heart of gold so naturally Lance pretended to despise him so he could pine for him in peace

that all goes down the drain when Lance recognizes Keith in one of his classes and goes through the five stages of grief because a) he's hot and b) Lance is openly bi now so he doesn't have an escuse to not tolerate him

(He wasn't gonna do anything about it until he was put in a group with Keith a few weeks into class and he off handedly mentioned he went to Keiths high school, and Keith claimed he didn't remember him, and Lance was just a tad bit upset but was gonna leave it at that except after like 5 days of working together Keith slams his fists into the table and is like 'HOLY FUCK LANCE MCCLAIN?' And Lance is like. w. What.)

turns out Keith does remember lance. very vividly, actually. because he was the guy that everyone kind of had a crush on because he was so nice and charming to everyone he met, and Keith was SO gone for him. he just didn't recognize him tbh, which makes sense, bcuz in high school lance wore blue contacts and had straight hair and now he just wears glasses occasionally and leaves his hair wavy. Keith is gay and stupid don't blame him

keith, bursting into Shiro and Adams apartment at 2 pm: SHIRO HOLY FUCK

adam, bags under his eyes, underneath the covers of him and shiros bed: good fucking god not again

I'm tired of talking about ppl other than Lance and nyma though so I'm gonna talk about them for a bit because im love

as I said Lance has wavy hair and his actual eye color is brown but as he was growing up he was hella insecure about it that's why he wore blue contacts.... nyma caught him once trying to put them on again and put an end to All That Real Quick

nyma has brown eyes too and they're super dark, almost black, and that shits breathtaking bro. she usually has her real hair dyed blonde all the time and permed but she also likes to wear wigs and get braids too because she knows she looks damn good in them. everyone is jealous.

lance has tons of super light freckles. Enough said. nyma has a birthmark on her hip that's kind of shaped like a horse if you look at it from the right way

lance: you were a horse girl as a kid weren't u

nyma: how fucking dare. how fucking dare you say that. I really do have to laugh.......

nyma: obviously I was a warrior cats stan

lance's sense of fashion ranges from 'i went to California for a week once and now I can't stop wearing sweatpants and slides' to 'It's surprising I haven't gotten robbed at this point'. Lance is a scholarship baby so all the money he saved up through countless jobs and the one he already has at a coffee shop almost exclusively goes to clothes and kombucha

Nymas sense of style is definitely more on the eccentric side but since she looks good in EVERYTHING she gets away with it. think dollskill but with more neon colors and designer. she's the kind of person that never wears the same shade of lipstick for a whole month and has a box full of makeup palletes that are almost untouched and everyone who has seen it is both jealous and in wonder FENTYWAYS...

Keith goes over to lance's apartment for a project of sorts and immediately assumes that Lance and Nyma are a thing (they're very platonically affectionate, Nyma will kiss lance's cheek and they cuddle sometimes) which is disappointing but it's not a surprise considering Lance is so Lance and everyone else acts like they are dating so that must be the case, right?

lmao you thought.

nyma: holy shit. holy Fuck. God, allura is so hot. I would probably die if she brushed past me. I would die happily knowing I've been blessed by the touch of an angel.

lance: yeah haha she's really pretty.

keith, struggling to not choke on his coffee hearing All This at 9:31 A.M. in starbucks:

Keith asks if he can take photos of the two of them for his photography insta and they both jump on it so they can flex being sexy and afterwards Lance thanks him with a kiss on the cheek and Keith is sent REELING into gay mayhem.

lance: do you think that was like..... too much.

nyma: i think men are dumb that's what.

I mean u can't really blame Keith because Lance and Nyma are constantly joke-flirting with one another on social media and are in almost every one of the others photos in some way, or at least tagged, so by the time Keith actually works up the nerve to ask about that, it's been WEEKS since Lance kissed him and he's been miserably failing to ignore it

keith: so.... how's nyma doing?

lance: she's good! She's spent all day dying one of her wigs so she went for a coffee run lol. probably will hang with allura and shay later too

keith: and.... that doesn't make you jealous?

lance: LOL no.... they could never compete with me (talking about being Nyma's best friend)

keith: oh.... well, it's good that you trust each other a lot in your relationship.... you seem like a really good boyfriend

lance: wat the fuck did you just say.

as soon as lance explains that nyma is not his gf and they're just bffs Keith is like ohthankgod.jpg and almost accidentally asks lance on a date before he stops himself and is like.... dumb gay bitch calm DOOOWWWNN

after that it becomes very obvious that nyma and lance r just friends at least for Keith mostly through dumb shit they say to one another

lance, sitting with hunk, pidge, and Keith at the library: hey guys wanna see something cool.

pidge: go for it

lance, clearing his throat: she think she bad but I'm better, these bitches tryna play catch up-

nyma, coming out of nowhere: SHUT THE FUCK UP WHEN I'M TALKING LIL BITCH, PUT YO HEAD DOWN WHEN YOU TALK TO A PIMP-

Nyma and Lance have self-care nights every Friday, sometimes Allura or Shay will come, and very RARELY Keith if only to spend time with Lance. also? Allura and Shay are dating, die mad about it.

They do waxing, exfoliation, mud masks, moisturizing treatments, hair masks, painting nails.... need I go on. it's basically whatever they want to do that week and when Keith reluctantly agrees to participate one day Lance goes mental

lance: OK so here's what I'm thinking. it's obvious you haven't really had a self care day for a while, which is like, fine, you do you, but holy shit are your split ends bad. I was thinking maybe I could trim them and then we could do a hair mask? Oh! A face mask would be good as well, even though you've practically got perfect skin. I'd offer to wax but for first timers the pain is a bitch to handle on the face. I'm not sure if you'd be an acrylic kind of guy but I have some black nail polish that I could put on- wow, your hands are really big compared to mine, and they're so soft, haha, isn't that crazy? so what do you think?

keith, still reeling from the fact that lance is going to touch his hair, face, and hands in the next several hours: uh......yeah..... sounds great.

nyma, sitting on lance's bed in nothing but a bra and sweatpants, smoking a blunt and readjusting her sheet mask: *long exhale* christ

Shay got Lance into the whole healthy organic food thing and in turn he got Nyma into it so they're both the bitches who drink nothing but Fiji water and almond milk and will offer you a plate of sliced cucumbers and tomatoes as a snack. we Stan a vegan couple.

keith: these are actually really good.

nyma: we usually put them on our eyes, but go off I guess.

keith:

nyma: nah I'm just fucking with you, we have different cucumbers for that

by the end of the night Keith feels like he's been cleaned by a car wash and he's dizzy from all of lance's thoughtless affection and when lance says he can stay the night because it's already late, Keith mindlessly blurts out 'only if it's with you' and nymas like.... um. Wig.

keith, laying stiff as a board on one side of lance's bed: uh

lance: oh my God you gay bitch get over here and spoon me. also kiss me on the fucking lips bro.

Nyma owns a cat named Beezer that she stole from her old roommate (rolo) but calls her beebo because quote 'beezer is so fucking lame bro i hate men'. Lance owns a Russian blue mix called, you guessed it, Blue, that he found stuck in his apartments basement only a few days after moving in. Nyma and Lance are WEAK

lance: ohhhhh look at my pretty baby sitting on the table all cute and relaxed!!! look at that baby!!! fantastic stuff!

nyma, putting her head on beebos belly: You Are So Soft And So Chubby I Would Die For You

pidge would also die for the both of them

OK I'm tired and uninspired so I'll stop here but I MAY ADD MORE LATER

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Story Time

Can i just say real quick how a simple convention has ruined my life lowkey because you might think romantic shit like in some la la land, dirty dancing movie doesn't happen in real life but I'm telling you, that's wrong. So first y'all should know that I'm a really weird human being. As a girl who grew up in a culture that still thinks getting a man and trying to get married is still every women's goal, I'm rather rebellious since I never really gave a shit about getting in a relationship etc. I do fangirl a lot about guys but eh, actual romance? Not in my lobby.

Let me now come to the more interesting part of the story. So a few years ago, my sister literally begged me to go to a supernatural convention (purgatory con ) with her, since she wasn't allowed to go alone and stay at a hotel for the weekend. I do like supernatural but I never considered me a huge fan like my sister. She told me about the cast who was attending the convention and besides Misha Collins, Mark Pellegrino and Kim Rhodes i didn't even know the rest. So I didn't have any expectations of being as hyped as anybody else. Yet I said I'd go with her just for the sake of spending some time with her at a fun(?) place.

So we went there, even met an old friend of ours to chill with. It was really interesting to see all the people who'd display characters from the show, the atmosphere was nice even though I despise crowded places. We had VIP tickets so we didn't have to line up for as long as most ppl, which was rly cool. There was a lot of merchandise and what I thought was awesome, was the fact that I found a Targaryen necklace, which I - as a huge GoT fan - obviously bought and decided to wear, perfectly fitting my house Stark shirt lmao. (I sure looked weird at a place full of SPN cosplayers) We then went to get photos of the actors signed by them. And y'all.. This is where I met Travis Aaron Wade.

This frickin Guy with his stunning blue eyes and his face. We had a small chat first. He asked what my name was so i told him my name was Baby and explained that my parents must've been huge fans of dirty dancing. He was really amused by this and thought it was great and unique. I then deadass told him, a supernatural actor, that I admit I like the show but I was dragged here and I really love game of thrones. He fricking signed the photo with "moon of my life - my baby, my baby" so that was the first thing that got me like.. Bruh don't mess with my heart. I thanked him and told him he's pretty cool. The next time I got to talk to him was when the people with a VIP ticket had a speed-dating like meet and greet with the cast. I asked him if he remembered me and honestly I got so happy when he actually did! That being said, I started to think that I did the right thing by going to the convention because wow I had developed a huge crush on him! Anyways the thing that actually ruined me was when the "pajama party karaoke" started. Lemme tell you one thing. it was summer and I think I was the only person who wasn't wearing an actual pajama or onesie or cosplay. Instead I wore a pink summer dress and a fricking flower in my hair. I thought maybe this would be the only thing I actually wanted to participate in because I love to sing. I didn't sign up though because in the end I was too nervous. I stayed anyways and watched the fans who sang as well as the actors (mark pellegrino did an amazing job guys). But it got later and later and eventually my sister would leave the hall because she didn't feel well. I told her I'd follow her after a few minutes I just wanted to see how it ends.

So there I stood, somehow kinda close to the stage but still in the crowd full of dressed up, cosplayers and fans, looking like I was so out of place, with my handbag held close to me, and I started feeling a little uncomfortable without my sis as well. And then suddenly someone put his arm around my shoulders and I first thought it was my friend (the one we met before), so I turned my head just to look into the face of goddamn Travis Aaron Wade who was legitimately undercover wearing a hoodie and no one noticed him???? He stood so close to me, since it was so loud and he asked me if I was having fun. Y'all this was some fucking Hollywood movie I suddenly was in. Everyone was focused on the stage were the other actors sang their hearts out and I was standing in the crowd, next to this dude who genuinely asked if I enjoyed all this. (I must've looked so out of place omg). So my awkward ass quickly went "oh wowwow heyyy :))) yes I'm having so much fun!" and he smiled at me and I totally didn't tell him that I was glad I came here because he made this whole event really amazing for me. That was when the people who were standing and jumping in front of me began to notice him and of course everyone was screaming so he ended up joining the cast on the stage singing.

This was basically it. That's what ruined me because with that moment in the crows, Mr. Travis Aaron Wade set the goal too high for any guy to actually approach me 😩😩

Thanks for that!