#this was derived from a request from an anonymous ask

[bloodbrown]

P After 'Free From the Puppet String' (Headcanons)

• After this ending, P still has humanity growing within him. But he's not at peace. The people he loves are dead, and his father's last words to him simply confirmed his existence as a useless puppet.

• The first thing anyone finds when searching for the puppet boy will be the utterly trashed state of his father's office. In his perfect, precise way, P violently wrecks the entire room, with that portrait torn from the wall and snapped.

• After this, he's unusually sullen. He's typically quiet, but now he's dead silent. His home is populated only by the Hotel's trusted weaponsmith Eugenie, the great inventor Venigni, his puppet butler, and Hugo. Nobody knows what really happened at Arch Abbey, only that Geppetto died. P prefers to keep it that way, and weaves increasingly complex lies to keep his true feelings under wraps.

• P remembers the sentiment he often heard repeated around Krat. Puppets are said to be unable to cry because they have no soul. If puppets could cry, he certainly would.

• No one can get through to P in the aftermath, not even Gemini. Anyone calling out to him with "Geppetto's puppet" is met with a scowl and stare. He does not want to be called that ever again.

• But, the puppet boy certainly doesn't want to be called "Carlo", either. He doesn't know his own name, nor does he know what he really is. Gemini tries to comfort his friend during this time, but is met with silence, or another lie.

• Speaking of Gemini, I think P would start leaving him around the hotel more often rather than keeping him on his belt. The lamp puppet protests this loudly of course, but P doesn't listen.

• It starts to become a serious problem that no one knows how to address their puppet friend anymore. He was detached in general, and now he's unresponsive to what used to be his name.

• It's Gemini's idea, deciding what to call him. After enough loud whining, Eugenie and Venigni find their way to the abandoned Gemini. Gemini suggests they bring out the one thing he remembers about Carlo-- that book on the shelf in Antonia's room, Pinocchio.

• The parallels are obvious to a painful degree. P, reading this book for the first time with his friends, finds himself wishing he had a loving father, like the mischievous wooden puppet. "He's just like you, pal," Gemini points out to him. "And he became a real human, too."

• "Pinocchio", at first, is just a tongue-in-cheek nickname for P assigned by Gemini. But then everyone is calling him that. It's so perfect, and so distinctly Krat, that it just works. It's his name. Pinocchio perks up after this. He has an identity now, and it has nothing to do with Geppetto.

• After Pinocchio gets his name, I think he'd benefit from being kept busy by the Krat repopulation effort. He only knows how to function when being given tasks, so Eugenie sends him out for gathering materials and Venigni asks him for help in cleaning up the streets around his factories. It's good for P to see all of the citizens he helped save in-person, too.

• Pinocchio is going to need time to shape his identity and develop. He still has a long way to go. With his loved ones who gave him his name by his side, he believes he can grow into a real human.

[buggyboba]

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𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖

↳ ▣ | Hello, yes, it is me again, here is some filth, a sequel to Kinktobers sex pollen fic. I don't think I gendered reader, so there is that ,enjoy deviants! I made some decisions, silver happy trail was one of them. I stand by my decision. I also changed it to birthday since we are way past christmas.

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪

↳ ▣ | Anonymous asked: I read your Simm!Master x reader with the sex pollen, and that gave me an idea for a request. May I please request a Simm!Master x reader request where the master gifts you a perfume (along with other gifts for Christmas) but this perfume is derived from the sex pollen from the same flowers in the first story. You use it, and you start to feel even more horny then, when just the pollen was used on you (and Prehaps some other effects too.) the master could pretend that it wasn't meant to have that effect. (Spoiler,it was.)

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘

↳ ▣ | Slight Non-con feeling (Sex pollen) The Master knowingly introduces it into reader's system. SMUT! Brief hand job (Reader giving) unprotected P in Hole, (It's vague enough to not be gendered.) Finishes in said hole. The Master is a dick, but like he is our dick so. The Master calls reader Puppy, and My Dear.

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘

↳ ▣ |Silver!Simm!Master x GN!Reader

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥

↳ ▣ | 2000

𝔸𝕠𝟛 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜

↳ ▣ | x

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It was your birthday; you didn’t expect anything, really. You got a few texts, but you didn’t have any plans. Not that you could have plans anyway, your alien could show up at any time, and you didn’t want him to complain and grump at you. You also didn’t want him to get possessive towards you in front of your friends; he wouldn’t like your friends anyway, they were ‘too human’ for him. Then there was the fact he was recognizable as Harold Saxon, and you just didn’t need the attention that that brought; if someone were to recognize him, you were sure UNIT would be at your doorstep in moments, and you quite frankly didn’t want to deal with that either. 

You instead opted for eating takeout at your flat. You had gotten some noodles from the local Thai place down the street and a cupcake from the bakery you liked. You turned on your favorite movie and settled in with your blanket on the couch. There was a sound in your bedroom. A moment later, The Master stepped out. 

“Would it kill you to keep your clothing off the floor?” He rolled his eyes. He had a small red gift bag in his hand. 

“Would it kill you to knock?” You shot back, he turned around, shutting the bedroom door he knocked on it, looking at you in challenge. “The front door.” You rolled your eyes, he grinned, and moved towards you. He dropped the bag in your lap and moved to sit next to you. “What’s this?” You asked.

“Open it,” he scoffed. “It’s your birthday, is it not?” He mused as you grabbed the bag slowly.

“You remembered? I didn’t think things like that mattered to you,” you said, looking at him with a surprised but genuine smile. He gave a nonchalant shrug. 

“It matters to you humans; you have such short, pathetic lives, you have to celebrate every year you have.” He said, waving his hand. Ah, there it was, you shook your head.

“Ah, I thought you were being sentimental.” You sighed, looking at the gift bag.

“Gross, me? Me sentimental? Come now, you know better than to think that of me.” He shoved you a bit with a mock look of disgust. You saw through it. You moved to finally open the bag. Inside was a beautifully ornate bottle. You pulled it out and looked at it. Inspecting it, you turned it in your fingers. It looked like perfume. “Do you like it?” He asked about watching you, to which you nodded lightly.

“The bottle is beautiful; it must have cost a fortune.” You blinked out, your fingers tracing over the silver caging of the bottle. 

“The bottle, sure, but I made the perfume.” He said, keeping his eyes on you, “I think it will suit you.” He hummed in thought. It should have thrown up red flags, but it didn’t. You were impressed that he made you something so personal.

“You made it?” You asked, impressed. You opened the bottle and smelled the applicator. The scent was pleasant, floral with a hint of some sort of spice; it had a warm scent. You moved to place some of it on your wrists to get a full bloom of the smell. “It’s nice.” You complimented. He got this wicked gleam in his eyes, you paused, suddenly that sweet warm feeling you had slowly turned to dread. “What did you do?” You said quickly, He grabbed your wrist when you tried to get up. 

“Relax, bunny.” He said, slowly letting your wrist go. You watched him. He was studying you. You felt odd, your cheeks flushing. You felt warm. A familiar feeling washed over you, reminiscent of that one time he took you to the floral planet of Hevides. When he flicked the flower, he sent the pollen into the air, which you inhaled.

“Goddamn it, Master!” You breathed out.

“What?” he said with a big mock pout, looking at you with almost puppy-dog eyes.

“That flower again! Really!? This isn’t… This isn’t okay!” You pushed him a bit, but he caught you. “Experiments are supposed to be consented to, remember?” You frowned. “We talked about it.” 

“I forgot.” He shrugged. “Plus, if I remember correctly, it wasn’t so bad last time,” he said in an innocent tone. “And, it wasn’t my full intention; it smells good, right? I didn’t fully believe it would still be potent as a liquid added to other things,” he said, but his tone didn’t give ‘innocent accident’. “It seems to be working slower this time. Must be because it has to be absorbed through the skin. Fascinating. I wonder if it’s just as strong once it’s worked its way through.” He watched you more intently.

“You drugged me! You drugged me on my birthday!” You started.

“I wouldn’t call it drugging per se—” He cut you off, but you talked over him.

“It's drugging.” You said, he said firmly, shaking your head and he shrugged, leaning back. “You knowingly introduced something to my system that alters my thoughts and body.” You continued. “That is drugging.” 

“Okay, fine, I drugged you, but it’s a fun surprise, and I liked how needy you got last time. I wanted to see if it still worked in a liquid. Think of it as you are ground zero for testing; you have experienced it in the pollen and now in liquid form. A control of sorts.” He grinned that cheeky grin.

“I don’t want to be a control!” You sighed, running your hand over your face. You tried to breathe through how your body got significantly hotter, your pulse quickened, and you could feel it. It was heavy in your chest and in your throat. You saw the Master start to open his mouth to say something. “Don’t!” You warned, and he raised his hands to placate you. “I am not going to tell you what I am feeling!” You said firmly, you closed your eyes for a moment, trying to will the heat to pass, but it only pooled in your stomach and made you shift uncomfortably. 

“I don’t need you to tell me; I have eyes.” He muttered in an indignant way. After a moment, your eyes shot open, you looked at him, and you glared hard. 

“You did this; you are going to fix it!” You said firmly, he gave you this look of annoyance, but it quickly changed when you straddled his lap, a surprised sound escaping him. 

“Now wa–” You cut him off, your mouth against his, your tongue taking advantage of his slightly parted lips. Your hands moved to the back of his head so he wouldn’t pull away, the other clinging to the collar of his jacket. After a moment, he relented, and his hands settled on your hips, your tongue lapped against his, a battle of dominance you weren’t losing this time. Your body thrummed with need; the pollen had fully entered your system, and you were so tense, you needed release. You hated how your clothing rubbed your body, how your blood was boiling beneath the surface of your skin. You moved slowly, grinding against his lap, swallowing the sounds he made. His fingers flexed and tightened against your hips as he pulled you down against him more. You pulled back from the kiss to breathe, and you groaned softly, letting your head fall against his shoulder for a moment.

“Mm, that’s it,” he breathed out. You moved, pressing kisses against his neck. “Such a needy thing.” He rolled his hips up in time with your grinding, “All hot and bothered, all for me—” You bit the skin where his jaw connected to his throat at his teasing. The sound that left his throat sent a jolt down your spine, his clear arousal pressing against you as you continued to grind. His hands moved, trailing to the small of your back, before sliding down so he could grip onto your ass, guiding your speed and movements; his head tipped back a long breath escaped his lips. You nipped his neck harder, letting a soft whine out. You needed more. 

“More.” You growled against his neck.

“Look at you, so needy, so bitey.” He grinned and moved, shifting a bit; his hand moved to undo your pants. You sighed at the relief of the cool air against you; you shifted your hips and lifted a bit, helping him free you from your pants. His hand slid up, grabbing your shirt; he tugged it off you, your hands moved to open his jacket, and you growled in frustration at how many buttons his button-up had.

“You and your layers!” You groaned out in frustration, your hands shaking a bit as you undid the offending buttons down to his stomach, your hand sliding across the silver patch of hair leading down to his groin. Before hitting his belt, you made another frustrated sound, to which he gave a sort of breathy chuckle. Pitying you, he moved his hand to undo his belt and pants.

“So you have decided the couch is—” You cut him off again with your mouth against his; you didn’t want his voice, you wanted his body right now. You moved your hand down, sliding past his boxers to find his semi-hard cock; your fingers danced over it before you wrapped your hand around it, stroking it to hard, reveling in the groan that you swallowed. You arched up your free hand, moving to pull your underwear off. He moved his hands to your hips again, he pushed up into you, you groaned out and moved your arms around the back of his neck as you settled down all the way, feeling the beautiful stretch and glide against your aching walls. 

He rolled his hips, and your body shuddered at the feeling. Your hands gripped him as he moved, burying your face in his neck. He moved one hand up to your hair, pulling it back so he could watch the pleasure twist your face. “Good puppy,” he praised in his mocking tone. When you went to say something, he moved easily, laying you back against the couch cushion, getting a better angle as he began to thrust into you with purpose, his hands sliding across your arms, lifting them above your head, before he let his fingertips trail down, his lips brushing against yours, his hands trailing down your sides and over your hips, the feeling leaving your skin burning for more. He let his hands grab your knees, pushing them up to get better traction as he worked you. You cried out in pleasure, your back arching and your eyes shutting as your pleasure built to its peak. He could feel you cresting, the way you squirmed, how your walls rhythmically flexed against him. He let his forearm rest against the couch next to you as he kept the pace he had been going, determined to push you over. Your hand gripped his upper arm, and you choked out as you felt that bliss wash over you as you came. He worked you through your orgasm, chasing his own release, but as your body pressed against his, tightening around him, he found himself rutting quicker until he buried himself one last time, finding his own orgasm. You both lie there, he draped over you, his face buried in your neck, the tickle of his goatee pricking your sensitive neck. 

“You were more aggressive that time.” He said after a moment. “And hey, you got a nice birthday present out of it, a fun tool to use later, and you got birthday sex, isn’t that nice?” He grinned slowly, sitting up, slipping from you. He fixed his boxers and pants, patting your slick, sweat-covered stomach. “Happy birthday, my dear,” he grinned.

“Oh, shut it, come back.” You muttered and grabbed his arm, not ready to get up yet; you wanted to lie there still. He rolled his eyes but moved to lie against you again. 

“Only because it’s your birthday.” He muttered.

“Sure.” You grinned a bit and closed your eyes to rest.

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[mcytrecursive]

The Future Of MCYT Recursive

The mod team has decided that we want to do recursive again, probably in the winter of 2025. But what will the exchange look like? There are two options, and I'm asking the community to help us decide.

#1: Remix Exchange. 

In that exchange we will have qualifing fandoms (probably the canonized tags on Ao3) and you have to have written a certain number of qualifying fics in those fandoms to sign up. Then when you sign up you do so with the ships in your past works and the ships you are willing to write, both/either platonic and romantic! And then you're matched with someone who has written the ships you're interested in. You then remix one of their fics, writing an AU, prequel, sequel, alternate POV, etc

So for example I would sign up having written mostly Dream SMP Technoblade & Phil Watson, but I am willing to write anything from SMPearth, most Dream SMP, a bunch of QSMP, some 3rd Life, and anything from Origins. I might be matched with someone whose main pairing is DSMP Quackity & Tubbo, and I’ll scan through their fics for one I want to respond to. Meanwhile, someone who offered DSMP Technoblade & Phil Watson is reading my fics, looking for one to respond to. 

We'll have our creation period like is usual for an exchange, and when I post my gift I will be using both the "gift to" function and the "inspired by" function. Once posted, there will be an anonymous period of the exchange where I get a mystery gift and my gifter gets a gift that is on anon as well, and then all will be revealed a week later. 

#2: Derivative Works Exchange

Option two is what we did last time— a derivative works exchange! We run a nomination period, and people nominate fics that either have a blanket permission statement (fun databasehere), or a comment from the author saying that fic inspired by their fic is okay. Then each fic is entered into the tag set as its own micro fandom. You then sign up as you would for a normal exchange, with up to ten of these fic fandoms as being something you are either offering to write for or requesting for your own gift. Once matched, you then write a side story, prequel, sequel, AU, or something else within the universe of that fic. 

So for example, I had the idea that I really want to see a side story about Etho and Iskall in This Is About A Stuffed Bird, by Bee_4. I will sign up and request that fic as one of my fandoms (and others, you'd probably need a minimum of three fandoms), and meanwhile I’m offering to write people’s requests for This Is About A Stuffed Bird by Bee_4, Dog at the Door, Passerine by Thscs, Misery Meat by ReturnsNull, and Catbag by Supinetothestars. 

We'll have our creation period like is usual for an exchange, and when I post my gift I will be using both the "gift to" function and the "inspired by" function. Once posted, there will be an anonymous period of the exchange where I get a mystery gift and my gifter gets a gift that is on anon as well, and then all will be revealed a week later.

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[ihrtnemi]

Hi! Can you write a story about shinobu getting caught watching pillar!reader train? Maybe this wouldn't be the first time they caught her watching, just the first time they say something about it? The reader is strong, and tall in frame and shinobu secretly has a crush on them. Thank you!

A Night To Remember

CW: Gender Neutral - Shinobuxreader WC: 980 Header:https://ph.pinterest.com/pin/87960998964233319/ First request that I made! Im so happy!! I hope you guys like the short oneshot that I made, I also dont know if I made it as envisioned by anonymous (crying) DO NOT REPOST/REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

As The Mirage Pillar, you were a skilled fighter. You used quick and precise techniques that left behind images, used to trick demons. It was created by you and it was derived from Thunder Breathing. 

You were new to the entire “Hashira” thing and often avoided every pillar that scared you. You've been observing every pillar ever since you became one and concluded that everyone was intimidating. However, there were still some that approached you, even with the timidness that you showed. There was Mitsuri Kanroji, she was a fun and bubbly person whom you liked talking to and then there was Shinobu. Shinobu was kind, she spoke and looked smart but she always carried a frightening aura wherever she went. It shook you the wrong way but you let it pass. 

You weren't shy, you were just overwhelmed with everything and you didn't really feel like you were good enough to be a Hashira yet. 

So, it led you to training aggressively in the day. During these training sessions, you would always sense someone watching you. You let it go since it was daytime and it was probably just an animal. 

But, as days passed, the strange feeling never left you whenever you trained. You tried looking at your surroundings and walked over to your gate. To your surprise, the strong scent of a clinic hit your nose hard. “Smells weirdly similar to Shinobu.” you thought. 

You didn't think that Shinobu would stalk you though, so you thought she was just passing by.

You then asked your crow to survey the area while you trained during the next few days. Your crow did as asked and to your horror, you found out that Shinobu has indeed been watching you train for the past few days. 

“Maybe the master just ordered her to see how i'm doing?” you thought, you still weren't sure though. 

“I'll just ask her the next time I see her” you thought. 

The next day, you sensed her presence near the gate and finally decided to confront her. You walked towards the gate and saw her. 

“Hi Shinobu!” you greeted her kindly. 

She then turned to you, with a startled expression..

“Oh! (Y/N)!” she said with a hint of surprise and embarrassment.

You then walked closer to her, towering over her frame. “Uhm, can I ask? Did the master ask you to spy on me?”

“Well, of course yes! Why else would I even be here?” she blushed. 

She then moved on and said, “I'll get going now,” she turns away and tries to leave.

“You know, you can just sit and watch me train rather than, uh, spying on me. I wouldn't mind training with you either!” you said.

She turned back around, “That would be lovely,” smiling. 

After that, you and Shinobu started getting closer . She would usually sit back and watch you train, on rare occasions, she would even spar with you. 

You did notice the blush she had on whenever she was with you, but she always looked calm and collected. “Maybe she has rosy cheeks?” you thought. 

It was another day of training and it was an exhausting one. You just finished an extremely long mission but still decided to train instead of rest. 

“(Y/N),” Shinobu said sternly. “You should rest, this isn't good for your body!” she looked at you menacingly. 

“I guess you're right.” you then went to a nearby bench, waiting for her to sit down next to you. 

“I'm so tired,” you said, exaggerating. 

“Lay down on my lap.” she said. 

“Huh?” with confusion but you still did as told. 

You then layed on her lap looking at her, she was very pretty. She had fair skin and pretty eyes, you wondered why she hasn't started modeling. 

“You're so strong, (Y/N),” she looked at you smiling, she then started playing with your hair. You could feel heat rising up to your cheeks. 

You and Shinobu have been friends for some time now but it was never this intimate between you two.  

“Meet me at the garden of the butterfly estate at midnight?” she asked. 

“Sure.”

She then left to attend to her activities. 

A few hours passed and it was finally midnight. You started running towards the butterfly estate, being a bit late. Then, you finally arrived. 

“Shinobu!” shouting, “I'm sorry I'm a bit late! I tried running as fast as I could,” You then lost your speech at the scenery. 

It was beautiful, it had blue and purple flowers with the fireflies and the moon illuminating the scene. It also had a gazebo?!

You then saw Shinobu standing at the Gazebo watching you, and you started walking towards her. 

“I never knew there was a Gazebo here?” you looked at her, “It's also way prettier here than the last time I saw it” you smiled.

“It was added just today,” she said quietly. “Are you okay, Shinobu?” you asked, concerned.

“I have something to tell you,” she said seriously, “You're one of the kindest people that I know. You're a strong, passionate person and ever since I saw you, I knew that it was fate when I met you,” she then trailed off. 

“I like you, I've had a crush on you ever since I met you.” you could see the blush on her face, she was very red. 

At that moment, you knew that you also liked her. “Shinobu is nice, pretty, charming, cute, smart, lovable, and just amazing” you thought, while looking at her. Your cheeks felt hot and you looked away. 

“You don't have to give me an answer right now,” she held your hands, “I can wait.” looking at you. 

“I like you too.” 

“Really?” she asked.

“Yes”

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Bonus Scene:

“So, are we like dating?” you asked

“I don't mind,” she said. 

“Omg, we're dating.” you said in disbelief. 

Authors Note: I feel like theres just something missing in my writing can you guys give me tips? Also! please send me requests on the anime's that I put in my masterlist!

By the way, if i dont respond to requests that means that I dont have the interest to write it, Im sorry. :(

[sleepingdeath-light]

mystic opal cookie + segmented smut alphabet ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (part of an event)

letters used ; k / m / w

masterlist(s) ; here / here

minors and ageless blogs do not interact

K — Kinks

some of their kinks

For the most part, Mystic Opal Cookie is actually quite vanilla and prefers to focus on the intimacy of sex over the carnal pleasures that it can provide. That being said there are a sparse few things she can enjoy, such as:

Praise Kink — both giving and receiving, though she never mentions her personal enjoyment outright, but she wants you to know how deeply she appreciates you and how much she enjoys your company (both in general and when it comes to giving and receiving pleasure)

Body Worship — actions speak louder than words, and as her usual home is shrouded in a darkness she knows you cannot see through as well as she can, she uses everything at her disposal to show you how she feels even when her words fail her (she can do this for hours at a time, she’s patient enough and living as she does means that she has nothing but time)

Orgasm Control — the sea granted her control over the weather up on the surface so it’s safe to say that she has an incredible amount of self restraint that could be put to use if you asked it of her. this is less something that she’d be into on her own and more so something that she’d come to enjoy, or at the very least accept and indulge in, with you by her side

M — Motivation

what turns them on?

Mystic Opal Cookie isn’t really someone that can be propositioned as a surprise or who you can just approach with an the intent of seducing her because she pretty much always knows what to expect well ahead of you actually doing anything. Instead, more often than not, what tends to happen is she’ll be the one to approach you and either ask you to join her in bed if she’s in the mood, or she’ll offer to lend you her voice so that you can properly pleasure yourself if she’s not feeling up for being touched at the time.

W — Wild Card

a random nsfw headcanon for the character

Most of the time Mystic Opal Cookie doesn’t like to be touched and she derives most of her pleasure from getting you off — a fact that places her somewhere between a soft dominant and a pleasure top when you’re together. Of course there are occasions where she’ll let you pleasure her if you’re particularly insistent about it, and she does enjoy those times make no mistake, but she’s perfectly comfortable and content being the one in control so that’s what she’d rather stick to when you’re intimate.

[realtimefanduboutofcontext]

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[edits4thosestuckathome]

Anonymous asked: "hello! I’m a gamzee Makara irl, can I request name suggestions? ^^"

GAMZEE MAKARA NAME SUGGESTIONS? I'd call that doable. ;o)

Malaki -> Derived from the Hebrew name, מַלְאָכִי (Mal'akhi), Meaning "my messenger" or "my angel."

Azar -> Persian name meaning, "Fire."

Orion -> Name of many origins, referring to the Hunter's constellation.

Will -> For Will Sommers, King Henry the VIII's most famous jester.

Giacomo -> The King of Jesters and the Jester of Kings from 1956 film musical The Court Jester.

Nights -> A jester character from the game, "Nights Into Dreams."

Emmet -> For Emmet Kelly, widely regarded as one of the most famous circus clowns of all time.

Avner -> For Avner Eisenberg, an American vaudeville performer, clown, mime, juggler, and sleight-of-hand magician.

Hugh -> For Hugh Nanton Romney, an American entertainer and activist for peace best known for his role at Woodstock, as well as for his hippie persona and countercultural beliefs.

[baeddelilluminati]

touching back on this under consideration of the new information brought fourth - what you have done is successfully identify a particularity of your economic situation which demonstrates an understanding that even if you have a sudden and large amount of money that this can still leave (especially black and brown) transfeminine people in a fairly uniquely precarious position due to racist transmisogyny - however, there is some unclairity with regards to if the order of magnitude is using either short or long scale as this adds an ambiguity that muddies how relevant the rest of this message has in store for you:

your relations to production are different to other petty bourgeois, your artisanal trade has brought in large amounts of income that you, due to your lack of economic education (I assume its that and not purely a result of pathological impulse control issues) have made very poor decisions with managing said capital; which only serves to intensify the very precarity you have demonstrated a capacity to recognise as deriving from racist transmisogyny..

which, ironically, only serves the very point that was being made with the request that you read marx (especially das kapital - which is a big ask) since your precarity isn't solely about the social relations of racialised transfemininity since you likely had the opportunity to and will have additional opportunity to secure the kind of relations to production that would be significantly harder than it is now to have hoisted away from yourself due to the threats posed by the previously mentioned social relations.

so, upon consideration, that your economic understanding is above what was assumed in your initial (and very short) application to be taken under consideration for the 5th degree membership rite, you are now being considered for that initiation, congratulations, K!

it is noted however that political economic education will still need to be furthered if you are to be considered for further initiation rights, as we desperately need members who have the opportunity to secure themselves economically as these lodges dont pay for themselves and vastly more in our community, let alone org' membership, are in desperate need of opportunities to get past debilitating poverty, so that we can advance the transfeminist thought (as well as pay for additional baeddelisation machines for more lodge dungeons etc.

thank you for your time and we will be in touch (yes we know who you are and we will find you more directly to engage you more; sorry but anon asks aren't aways that anonymous when you give over so much information, which is also why we are NOT publishing them, to keep our own (you) safe.

warm regards from the baeddel illuminati team!

Happy holidays!

dear "anon" with the name starting with 'k'

your application to be taken under consideration for the 5th degree membership rite has been rejected with a small note requesting you consider reading marx.

happy holidays, from the team here at the baeddel illuminati unincorporated

[vaspider]

Intro Post, updated March 1, 2023

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I will not debate my identity or its history with anyone. I am a transmasculine non-binary butch lesbian, a cripple, a dyke, and lots of other things, too. You don't get a vote in that, and if any of those words are words you can't stand to have someone use around you in reference to himself, go ahead and block me. I won't censor my identity for your comfort; I took a long time becoming proud of who I am.

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I’m not interested in interacting with TWERFs, SWERFs, or any sort of exclusionary LGBTQ/queer people. Y'all are exhausting.

Do the work to root out TERF/2nd-wave "man bad woman good" philosophies from your head. Do the work to root out the gendered behavior you were taught. I am not here to raise other people's children.

I am not here to raise other people's children. My daughter is an adult and I am done being responsible for the experiences of a minor. If you read or interact with me, you acknowledge that you chose to do that and I can't control what happens to what I post once I post it on my Tumblr. People will reblog it and I can't control where it ends up. I can only control what I say in my space, which I do.

Curate your own online experiences. If you don't like seeing what I write, then add 'vaspider' to your "filtered content" list and don't bother me about it. Tumblr is a 17+ environment and I am not responsible for you seeing things you don't like. Adults having adult conversations do not need to be filtered for children. This is your notification.

I’ve been Out for over 30 years. I don't tolerate lectures from strangers, especially people half my age, about history I lived through.

I'm transmasc and if you believe transmisandry/transandrophobia aren't "real things," or that transmascs aren't "really oppressed," please just leave me alone. Oppression Olympics are bad, actually.

My immediate family consists of my partners, my adult daughter, and our dogs.

No one in my immediate family is cis or het. I have been called Spider for 20+ years, & now a lot of people call me Mama Spider. Mom is a role, it need not be gendered.

This is a lot shorter than it used to be. I don't really feel like posting paragraphs explaining stuff anymore.

My icon has lore, apparently.

I post all asks and anon is never turned on.

[merakiui]

okay but what about mangaka jade who is known for writing some of the most batshit insane stories? they’re always so bloody and graphic, scenes depicting victims having their organs removed are always so… realistic in their portrayal some internet users have begun suspecting him of the bodies found around the city! but it’s just fiction, of course - it’s not like he derives any pleasure from seeing the human body disfigured beyond belief, until it’s but a lump of flesh and organs in disarray. just don’t question too much when you receive a request to model for mangaka! jade, even if the location he sends you is hours away from the city >_<

OOOOOO imagine being an internet sleuth trying to decipher the strange and mysterious mangaka known only by the pen name: naoh. They're a very talented artist and storyteller, but they're just so shrouded in anonymity! naoh never attends any conventions or events, but they do self-publish and sell their works through doujinshi and manga websites. naoh is rather particular when it comes to their work. They never resell works that have already been published. In essence, once a work is sold out it's never going to be sold again, and they only ever create a maximum of two works each year with limited numbers of copies. naoh themself isn't very active on their social media, only ever posting the rare WIP or an update on when a new work will be up for sale. Despite their quiet social media presence, they have gained quite the following. naoh never follows anyone on their account, and it seems like they rarely engage with fellow mangaka and creators with similar interests. They work alone.

You're a fan of naoh's work. The way they draw the human body is fascinating. It's something that could be seen in an anatomy textbook; it's always so realistic and yet still so eerily beautiful and stylized! You'll never forget how they draw emaciated bodies. It's an image imprinted in your brain: horrifyingly realistic and skeletal, a figure so gaunt it's quite literally skin and bones drowning in clothing that can no longer fit comfortably. You've always wondered how they manage to draw such visceral scenes (like the ones depicting clinical dissections or decaying corpses). And then there's the way they depict fear. It's almost always raw, stretching the characters' features into something horrific. It looks so real; it feels tangible. Fans often speculate if naoh has a job in law enforcement or any other profession that deals with the more grotesque and graphic sides of humans, which could be references for some of their horror stories and could explain why they're so good at depicting details.

But then there are the fans who go beyond simple, innocent curiosity and begin to ask disturbing questions: What if naoh isn't with law enforcement? What if, rather, they're the exact opposite: a criminal? It feels like a silly theory, but when you flip through the physical copies of their work and compare the plots to the yet-to-be-solved cases throughout the past few months you begin to spot a few minor similarities. They're never glaring; after all, naoh is a master of crafting both cutthroat terrors and subtle horrors. The type that builds suspense over time. The type that crawls into your head through your ear to whisper nonsense at night. The type that slowly forms a picture over time, but once you realize this it will have been too late.

In their most recent work, a young man is out for a hike when he takes a stumble and falls down a dangerous slope, landing on a rocky outcrop that breaks his leg and leaves him trapped many feet above the ground. He tries to call for help, but no one seems to hear his voice. He spends days on the outcrop, slowly losing hope and sanity. By the end of the story, he's so certain he's going to die that he drags himself over to the edge and free-falls to the ground below. He lands in a spattering mess of shattered bone and stringy, bloody muscle. A lump of a human. The cruel twist is that his hiking partner had actually left to get help as soon as he had fallen and that the man had only been stuck up there for ten hours. Not even a full day, yet panic seized him and left him in hysterics. Had he remained calm and waited, he would have been saved.

It's a terrifying concept made even more scary when you realize there was a story just like this that hit the news. Only it wasn't a man who had slipped. A woman had been out for a run through mountainous woods; she was training for an upcoming cross-country journey through uneven terrain when she sustained blunt force trauma to the head. Many suspect her running buddy to be at fault, as she was never found, and it's theorized she's still on the run. The woman had attempted to flee, but with her head injuries her senses were vastly impaired and she took too many wrong turns. Police suspect she unintentionally ran herself to the edge of a cliff. From there, the story is foggy and difficult to piece together, but it ends terribly: she was found at the very bottom days later, decomposing in thorny bushes, her body mangled and twisted and smashed beyond recognition. The pathologist noted her body was in such disrepair that it's unclear what truly killed her, whether the fall or injuries she had sustained prior to the fall.

And it isn't just this story that somewhat mirrors naoh's works (often it's a setting or a circumstance or a facet of the true crime itself incorporated. Very rarely is it about the victim). You read up on very long threads regarding naoh and their identity, and slowly you find yourself doing research of your own. You have no idea where to start, so for now you keep track of each story you hear on the news and try to match pieces of it to naoh's works in hopes of learning anything new. Unsolved cases, though plentiful and murky, are where you turn to, as well as the discussion boards online. So many people are convinced naoh is a killer. After reading a few rational theories, you're beginning to think so, too. (Though something tells you it could be coincidence, or it could be naoh taking inspiration from reality. They might not even be a murderer like some think; it might just be hateful people trying to sully their name.)

One day, while scouring naoh's social media for any clues, you get the idea to type the pen name into the search bar as if it might yield something interesting. And the first thing that pops up is: Sodium hydroxide (NaOH), known commonly as lye or caustic soda, is... You stop reading and scramble to grab naoh's first-ever work: a work in which that same chemical plays a major role in murder. NaOH is a substance that, when heated to a certain degree, can dissolve a human body into a syrupy liquid in just three hours.

And that's the pen name of a mangaka who writes and illustrates horror stories about the sordid sides of humankind. A mangaka who might just be a murderer racking up a horrifying kill count, and no one knows anything about them or where they might be in the world. Most of all, no one knows where they'll strike next and who will fall victim to a dangerous killer.

naoh is a mangaka catalouging their murders, and you're determined to prove it.

[thecameronchronicles]

Sit

TW: Smut. Language. Dom!Rafe. 

SUMMARY: Rafe reciprocates oral pleasure to you. 

WORD COUNT: 600

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

face sitting w rafe??

Sit

You surprised him with the enthusiasm on your knees, the way you took him almost expertly behind lips, always sweet, now proven to be sinful as well. But as you pulled him beyond a ledge he had frequented prior to you, never before had he spilled over in such a way. And this was because never before had he had an angel make him come. 

"Get up here-" He growled, a hand on your waist as you gasped. Rafe was always sweet with you, a contrast to his cold and even sarcastic behaviors with anyone else. But when he wanted something from you, he did so with a dominance that made you quick to acquiesce. It wasn't even derived from fear, but the need to please him as he had for you so many times. But as you and become breathless and teary-eyed for him, he intended to drown for you. 

"I'm gonna make you shake for me baby. Until all you know is my fucking tongue and just how it makes you come-" Your eyes pulled wide as you were eager for his familiar lower kiss. The sight of his eyes pulling up to you as he sucked and even bit your most sensitive nerves, his fingers pulling you wider for him, and the extended pleasure of fingers pistoning or rubbing you as his tongue drove around you in circuits, you'd never known anything else to bring these specific butterflies to your stomach. 

At least until now... 

"Sit on my face..." 

"Rafe-" He took himself over you with a directional dominance behind the grip over your jaw, not to hurt you, but to make you understand. 

"If I have to ask again baby, I'll tie you to the headboard so you don't have any of those little freedoms you like..." 

He moved onto his back, leading you over him. 

"I feel like I'm gonna crush you-" 

"I want this. And you're gonna let me have it because I want to give you exactly what you deserve. But you stop me and I swear, I won't give you a choice..." He brought his hands to your thighs, pulling them wider as the abrupt pressure of his tongue inside of you had forced a jolt. He was quick to correct you, moaning in approval to watching your expressions alter for him-because of him. 

"Ride my tongue. Ride it for me." The reservations you had were silenced as he managed to order between the natural wave of your hips moving in accordance to him. You obliged as you needed more and he was more than willing to offer it. 

"Rafe!" He deepened his tongue inside of you, sucking and thrusting before focusing solely on your clit as you bent forward. 

"Fuck!" He smirked, a well behaved girl like you cursing only for him was like a symphony to his ears, prompting him to continue with even more enthusiasm. 

"I'm gonna come!" You spoke once developing a sweat, looking down to witness him silenced by his ambition. Only a nod and a moan were left as he ate you entirely, consuming every drop with approval, as you began to shake. 

"I'm drowning you!" 

"Then fucking drown me, baby-" He lifted you enough to speak these words before crashing you back into him. The stars behind your eyes worsened as you screwed them shut while that familiar tush of ecstasy snapped that band in your stomach as you gave him what it was he sourced. 

But the most erotic detail wouldn’t even prove to be your release, but the way he looked between yout legs, slick smile wearing evidence of his skill, having somehow been more rewarded than you in this situation…

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @maybankslover @slut4starkey @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @obxxrxfes @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @rafesbae @camilynn @bethoconnor @belcalis9503

[greetings-and-salutations]

“Slightly More Anonymous Than Usual Karate Kids Getting Wasted and Starting Fist Fights”

Robby Keene x Reader Part 1

Day 4 of the 13 Nights of Halloween Spooktacular!!!

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: (Y/n) really doesn’t want to go to the stupid Halloween Masquerade Ball. But, maybe Moon was right. Maybe she’d finally find her soulmate under the cheap streamers and disco lighting… (a cinderella retelling)

soulmate au: You find your soulmate when you touch for the first time and the date and time you met becomes engraved as a tattoo on your wrist.

Warnings: starred out swear words, that’s about it? Nothing really happens in this part. It’s a build up 😂👌

Pairing: Robby Keene x Fem!Reader

“What kind of weirdo school hosts a masquerade ball on Halloween? Scratch that. Better question: what kind of weirdo school hosts a masquerade ball at all?” (Y/n) asked bitterly, as Yasmine tossed another dress on top of the, already much too large, pile in her arms. Yas was excited for the dance. (Y/n) on the other hand…

The blonde simply shrugged her shoulders, her mind clearly focused on the task at hand, rather than her friend’s words.

“West Valley, apparently.” She held up a baby blue dress to (Y/n)’s figure with a scrutinizing gaze before returning it to the rack. “Oh, c’mon, (Y/n/n). Don’t be such a buzzkill. I’m sure it’ll be fun.” (Y/n) gave her an disbelieving look.

“If by ‘fun’ you mean: hiding in a corner while the karate kids get wasted on questionable punch and start another fist fight, then yeah… fun…” Yasmine rolled her eyes, clearly used to the other girl’s dramatics.

“(Y/n)…” She started, but she just continued.

“No, I suppose you’re right. This one will be different. There’ll be slightly-more-anonymous-than-usual karate kids getting wasted and starting fist fights. Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m sold.”

And she wasn’t even exaggerating. (Y/n) would be genuinely surprised if some karate-gang related violence didn’t go down at the school-sanctioned holiday event. It was almost tradition at this point. A tradition (Y/n) wasn’t necessarily too keen to be a part of.

“You don’t have to be so sarcastic.” Yas pointed out, moving through the aisles of clothing with a purpose that (Y/n) was, as of yet, unaware.

“Sarcastic? Whatever do you mean?” (Y/n) fired back with an over-exaggerated gasp that sent the blonde sighing in complaint. “I’m clearly just thrilled about being invited to something so exclusive. It’s not like the entire school was invited or anything. Oh wait…” (Y/n) trailed off as they finally stopped in front of a set of couches placed purposefully in front of a pair of fitting rooms.

“Remind me again why I took you dress shopping?” Yas asked, pinching her nose with a sigh, as (Y/n) dropped the dress pile haphazardly onto one of the chairs.

“Because you’ve secretly hated me all these years and derive happiness from my misfortunes?” (Y/n) offered with a sarcastic smile that caused Yasmine to make a disapproving face, before something behind (Y/n) seemed to catch her eye.

“Well, that was a little dark. Is (Y/n) in a bad mood cause she’s being forced to go all Cinderella this weekend?” Moon asked as she came up to the two with a handful of dresses of her own in her grasp. Yasmine nodded her head.

“Uh huh.”

“Jokes on you, that’s actually pretty accurate. I’ve gotta leave at 12.” (Y/n) pointed out, suddenly glad for her mothers strict, yet, somehow simultaneously, often varying, curfew. Yas turned to her with such an offended face you’d think she had just casually mentioned murdering a small puppy. Or, in a more Yasmine-style example, apparently: leaving a party before the obligatory five hour mark.

“What the he*l? Why?” She asked, Moon paying attention, but seeming less insulted by the conversation, as she rifled through the pile of tulle and lace. (Y/n) just shrugged.

“Mom’s working a weird shift. She wants me home before she leaves.” She explained, causing Yasmine to groan obnoxiously.

“You’re mom sucks.” She complained, causing (Y/n) to laugh.

“I bet if I told her you said that she wouldn’t let me go to the dance with you.” She pointed out, still kind of looking for an excuse to get out of the whole thing, but also having pretty much come to terms with the fact that she would more-than-likely be forced to attend. Yasmine turned to her with a devilish grin.

“Bold of you to assume we were going together.” She teased, (Y/n)’s jaw dropping at the words.

“What the actual f*ck? Who?” She asked, suddenly much more interested in the whole endeavor, though she certainly wasn’t going to tell her friends that. Yas blushed a little, before answering.

“Demetri asked me.” She said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. (Y/n)’s brow furrowed. Sure, she knew who he was. Demetri Alexopolous: that loud-mouthed nerdy kid that (Y/n) shared a math class with. There was nothing wrong with him. (Y/n) suppose he was actually a pretty nice guy under all the… personality. But Yasmine had never seemed the “personality” type…

“And you said yes?” She asked, still not quite believing it. Yas shrugged.

“I’ve got layers, you know.” (Y/n) didn’t know how true that was, but opted not to comment on it, as another thought had suddenly gained her attention.

“Is he your…“ she trailed off gesturing to the inside of her blank wrist, not wanting to say the word ‘soulmate’ out loud as it was considered unlucky to talk about them before they were found. Not that (Y/n) necessarily believed the superstition, but if there ever was a time of year for her to start…

“Well, no.” Yasmine started casually, though by the way she was picking at her manicure, (Y/n) could tell there were certainly some unpacked feelings on the subject. But, before either she or Moon could comment on it, she was continuing. “But whoever said there’s harm in having a little fun in your teen years?” (Y/n) sent her a pointed look.

“My mother.” She joked, though ultimately deciding against interfering in Yasmine’s love life. It just wasn’t worth the hassle, besides she was sure the blonde girl wouldn’t listen to her anyways. “But you do you, babe…” (Y/n) turned to Moon, who was now holding up a red dress to her person and admiring it in the mirror. “So what about you then? Pick me up at 7?” She asked jokingly, though her smile dropped when Moon turned to face her with an apologetic expression.

“About that…” (Y/n)’s eyes widened, and her mouth fell open in shock, and a tad bit of anger.

“What the actual sh*t!?! So not only do I have to go to this stupid dance that I really don’t want to go to, by the way. But, I also have to go stag like some friendless loser?” This is bullsh*t! What had (Y/n) done to deserve such poor luck? And on one of her favorite days of the year too!

“Sorry…” Moon mumbled, Yas quick to piggy back off her with a “Yeah, sorry, babe,” before Moon continued her feeble attempt to remedy the situation.

“I mean we’ll still hang out with you and everything-“ She started, Yasmine agreeing from her new spot, now having replaced Moon in front of the mirror as she contemplated something in a shiny dark purple.

“Yeah, totally! You won’t be able to get rid of us.” She added, though (Y/n) couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or not.

“Uh huh.” (Y/n) grumbled her annoyance, reaching forward into the pile and grabbing the first thing she saw, quickly checking the tag, before standing to leave. “Oh, look. This is my size. I’m gonna go pay.”

“Wait, don’t you want to try it-“ Moon started asking, but (Y/n) had already been in here with Yasmine for over an hour and honestly, she had some much-needed alone time to get to if she was expected to be able to make it through the following evening.

“Nope!” She said, not turning back as the front desk came into view.

“Okay… we’ll see you tomorrow then?” Moon called out across the store, (Y/n) throwing a thumbs up back in answer.

“For sure. Bye!”

“Bye, (Y/n)!”

“Yeah, bye babe!”

+ + +

“Will this be all for you today?”

“Yup.”

“That’ll be $249.99.”

Lovely…

Tag lists are open!!!

Tags: @electriclcvewp @kaqua @nickangel13 @lolawassad @imaslutforsstuff @andrewgarfields-girlfriend @nani-2305 @hawkinsavclub1983 @kaitieskidmore1

[mcytrecursive]

What DOES this event look like?

So, I know that I have wanted to do a recursive exchange in the MCYT space, probably in the winter of 2024, open to all of MCYT.

It will be an exchange where you write fic of fic— a work inspired by someone else's work. But how exactly will it run? There are two options, and I'm asking the community to help me decide.

#1: Remix Exchange.

In that exchange we will have qualifing fandoms (probably the canonized tags on Ao3) and you have to have written a certain number of qualifying fics in those fandoms to sign up. Then when you sign up you do so with the ships in your past works and the ships you are willing to write, both platonic and romantic! And then you're matched with someone who has written the ships you're interested in. You then remix one of their fics, writing an AU, prequel, sequel, alternate POV, etc

So for example I would sign up having written mostly Dream SMP Technoblade & Phil Watson, but I am willing to write anything from SMPearth, most Dream SMP, a bunch of QSMP, some 3rd Life, and anything from Origins. I might be matched with someone whose main pairing is DSMP Quackity & Tubbo, and I’ll scan through their fics for one I want to respond to. Meanwhile, someone who offered DSMP Technoblade & Phil Watson is reading my fics, looking for one to respond to. 

We'll have our creation period like is usual for an exchange, and when I post my gift I will be using both the "gift to" function and the "inspired by" function. Once posted, there will be an anonymous period of the exchange where I get a mystery gift and my gifter gets a gift that is on anon as well, and then all will be revealed a week later.

#2: Derivative Works Exchange

Option two is that we run a nomination period, and people nominate fics that either have a blanket permission statement (fun database here), or a comment from the author saying that fic inspired by their fic is okay. Then each fic is entered into the tag set as its own micro fandom. You then sign up as you would for a normal exchange, with up to ten of these fic fandoms as being something you are either offering to write for or requesting for your own gift. Once matched, you then write a side story, prequel, sequel, AU, or something else within the universe of that fic. 

So for example, I had the idea that I really want to see a side story about Etho and Iskall in This Is About A Stuffed Bird, by Bee_4. I will sign up and request that fic as one of my fandoms (and others, you'd probably need a minimum of three fandoms), and meanwhile I’m offering to write people’s requests for This Is About A Stuffed Bird by Bee_4, Dog at the Door, Passerine by Thscs, Misery Meat by ReturnsNull, and Catbag by Supinetothestars (note that I, the person writing this, has not checked for blaket permission for those fics, so don't take it as given that they'd definitely qualify for the exchange).

We'll have our creation period like is usual for an exchange, and when I post my gift I will be using both the "gift to" function and the "inspired by" function. Once posted, there will be an anonymous period of the exchange where I get a mystery gift and my gifter gets a gift that is on anon as well, and then all will be revealed a week later.

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And feel free to tell me your feelings in the notes!

[bi-sapphics]

so, many months ago i sent an anonymous ask to @satanfemme requesting a matching butch flag to hys femme flag, and hys response was that hy didn't feel comfortable making it due to not being a butch hymself ─ but that i (or any other butch) could make one if we wanted to!! and that's exactly what i did. hopefully i remember to include all of the thoughts i wanted to put down.

to OP, assuming you see this: i'm going to copy your post format, as the point is for it to match and that the flag is based off of yours. if you are uncomfortable with anything or you would like me to change/delete something, please let me know and i will be happy to communicate effectively!! :)

^^ i'd also like to note that i acknowledge your blog is 18+. at the time of this post, i am 17. i hope that this sort of contact can be counted as an exception. i won't follow you, or interact with any of your other posts. but i'd still like to respect your wishes as best as i can. give me a heads-up if there's anything else i should be aware of, thanks.

[ID: an image of a butch pride flag. the flag conists of three horizontal stripes: light purple, dark purple, and light blue. in the top left corner is a lemon-meringue colored heart.]

💜 butch pride flag 💜

meaning & design:

to start off, it was unintentional that the colors are slightly more muted than its femme counterpart. however, i decided i liked that because femmes (as far as i know) aren't typically seen as bold and bright, but rather shy and quiet. i wanted to give them that spotlight in this flag set by constrasting their warm palette with a cool one. i also wanted to portray butches as being smitten as we sit back and fondly adore femmes from the sideline. besides, the true nature of a butch/femme dynamic is private and intimate, and we can show our pride while still reserving the most of it for our lovers.

with that being said ─

"masculinity and gender non-conformity" should be self-explanatory. butchness is about challenging the expectations of womanhood especially, but any sense of expectations in a world ruled by gender roles. it also is built by its own unique characteristics of masculinity in such a queer and personal way. it is more obviously a "deviation from the norm" on the outside from femmeness, but that doesn't make it in any way more or less important to the identity.

"healing" derives from the original rainbow pride flag, and was something yet again inspired by the original post. my interpretation is that i've always heard, and now experienced for myself, how healing coming into one's true nature and fitting into the right body after realizing one is butch. the freedom of short or buzzcut hair, the comfort of casual clothes, and euphoria of the right hoodie or jacket, the embracing of a more masculine name, the honor of fulfilling a legacy, the music of a keychain jiggling in our pockets, the drilling sound of worker tools, etc. and anything else that butches throughout time and history have claimed makes them feel proud of themselves in ways that they never did before.

"protectiveness" refers to the role that butches play in our relationships. our story has collectively been built on our compatability with femmes, for whom we treat as a gentleman, knight, or otherwise a rank in loving servitude should. many of us aspire to be a prince rescuing our princess lovers from trouble, like in the fantasy books. it is a mutual agreement between us butches and our femmes that we look out for each other, and that's part of what defines who we are in this queer subculture.

lastly, the flower represents "passion." there is no butch who has ever lived without it. being butch requires the will to carry a reputation, a legacy, a love, a pride. otherwise, what's the point? this, and an eternal passion to exist for the eyes of femmes and the community of other butches. it's what makes the identity whole. it's one of the petals that make the flower pretty.

and here are the rest of the flag designs!! in order, top to bottom + left to right: female, male, lesbian/sapphic, gay, bi, alt bi, trans, bear, leather

[ruki--mukami]

🧩 Notice regarding recent spam and harassment in my inbox below. 🧩

As always, thank you all for supporting my blog. I genuinely thank each kind anon I receive who is generous enough to share their thoughtful ideas with me in the form of scenario requests. It makes me feel as though I have writing partners who enjoy the continuation of their stories.

I would like to notify you all that spamming my inbox, harassing the muse in a tasteless manner, and in general sending me 10+ asks every day for the past few weeks all amounting to more or less same message is strictly prohibited and I will not hesitate to block you and promptly delete the ask. Please, stop. Regarding harassment, it has been apparent for some time that this anon in particular loves to spam me the same type of asks repeatedly for god knows whatever reason.

With respect to the above, I was able to confirm who is—or at least, what is suspected to be a throwaway account—sending me these anons and they continue to send me asks after having been blocked, indicating that they most likely spam my inbox on some kind of private window. I have a busy schedule and would much rather devote my time to writing scenarios that actually capture my interest, so quit harassing me and my blog already. 

To all the people who genuinely come to my blog for their enjoyment and who patiently await my answers to their asks, I greatly appreciate it and I deeply apologize for having to report this on my blog. Please understand that I take matters of harassment very seriously here and would like to give everyone a chance to have their ask answered, rather than having Ruki argue with the same defiant livestock over and over again. If you derive pleasure from sitting in someone’s inbox day after day, even after you have been blocked, please seek mental help. 

Below is the screenshot showcasing a few out of many examples of the kinds of asks I receive from this same anonymous person who clearly breaks the rules and boundaries I have set on a near daily basis.