The Captain When Mark's Acting Up:

i heard you take nsfw requests, can you do hagakure x a ftm reader whos very self concious abt his body during their first time?

Hagakure Yasuhiro x FTM S/O (NSFW)

Ofc!! Yikes this might SUCK but I hope you likey likey

I ALSO MADE IT HC-ISH BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT BEING FTM TO WRITE A STRING OF WORDS ABOUT IT 

-Mod Souda

He’s not one to admire your body when you’re getting dressed, because the thought of it making you uncomfortable makes him uncomfortable too.

He is a touchy person, though. He’ll kiss your shoulders whenever you’re just around or touch his long fingers to your stomach.

When it came to actually having sex, it’s a lot different. 

His kisses get rougher, and as he bites his lips, he trails his hands up your pajama shirt.

“Wait.” You interrupt.

He blinks, waiting for you to elaborate while slowly moving his hands back down. When you don’t continue, however, he leans in. “We can keep your shirt on if you want.” The word please slips from your mouth before you can even stop it. He grins with contentment.

There’s a beating in your chest that’s even more aggressive than before. Right, you console yourself, normal people won’t force you to do things.

His kisses get the sloppier the longer they go on. Absolutely breathtaking, he thinks you are. There’s no way he can, with your underneath him, not express his intense desire for you.

There’s also a buzz of curiosity that spreads throughout you. It’s a heat that pools at the bottom of your stomach, somewhere you’ve never experienced such an sweet anxiousness before.

Your fingers trace up and down his muscles, to his thick arms, and then his fingers, which you kiss individually while making eye contact with him.

You read this in a book once. Is this how you do it?

Just don’t let him see how horribly nervous you are. Just don’t let him see how horribly nervous you are.

“Are you nervous?” He asks in a soft growl. Damn. While speaking, he takes both of his hands and places them on the bands of your pants. 

“Are you not?”

The words linger in the air for a second. He doesn’t stop his movements, though, and lets you bask in the tension.

“Not exactly. What is there to be nervous about?”

Everything. Your fists clench at his words. Unbelievable. 

“Just,” you put your hand over your underwear, blocking his view, “Just don’t look, okay?”

A small smile forms on his lips. “I won’t look. But I’ll have to feel, okay?”

With a bit of playfulness in your voice, you respond. “You have to?”

In your head thumps all of the ideas you have for ways to avoid him looking. Even the thought of it is horrific. You take matters into your own hands then, and as he busies himself with taking off his own pants and underwear, you take off your boxers (if you wear briefs then why).

He keeps his eyes on yours. “Briefly. If you want me to put it in, yes.”

The sharp smile he sends you makes you giggle, for a second, until he leans in and kisses you silent.

You can feel your heartbeat getting louder the closer he gets to in between your legs. His fingers trail up and down your legs, and even though his head tilts down, his eyes remained locked on your expression.

It’s all so hot. So hot.

“You can... put it in.” You say with a flush to your face.

Your head falls as the feeling of being filled overpowers any other possible things you could have felt. It is like you can just fell into the bed and float for eternity. Heat even rises up into your spine and vibrates against your gut.

With your breathing now loud enough to fill the room, you let your eyelids fall shut as your head rolls against the pillow. 

He practically starts massaging your insides while he moves back and forth, your heart beat creating a pulse that grabs onto him with a quick rhythm.

Your hands grasp onto your shirt, squeezing it tightly to release some of the pressure trying not to moan is giving you. It all just makes you spread your legs wider for more access. Go deeper, you want to scream.

And with his lips coming down to your neck, he lets himself utter only a few words. “Good boy.”

Pleasure drips against your skin like hot wax, heating up the parts in your body that matter. The parts that usually make you uneasy to think about.

You focused in on the spark that light in your stomach. Concentrate, you remind yourself. It feels to good to let drift away.

You can’t even stop yourself from opening your mouth and letting out a lewd noise.

His ears are captivated by the sounds of your moans. Nothing matters more to him in that moment. Even when when his thigh muscles start to spasm, and the build-up gets a little uncontrollable, he tries to hold on for you.

He clenches onto the headboard above your head, flexing his bicep and bringing his bottom lip in between his teeth. 

And, to throw you off the edge, he places the pad of his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing in clock-like motions.

All you can feel is both of the sensations - the pulsing of your pearl and the bucking of his hips. Your fists clench around his forearms as a new wave of pleasure swarms over you. It makes you tense, holding on to every new feeling like you’ll never get it again.

You don’t even realize you’re holding your breathe until you are practically gasping for air. 

“I’m-” you speak late, the feeling of his lips on yours interrupting your words. He buries his tongue into your mouth while his hips become uneven in their movement, happy that he could at least last a little longer than you. 

A deep groan leaves his lips.

bada baboom that’s all I will do

because i’m a tiny bit scared of writing this inaccurately teehee

i’ll never understand people who can’t make fun of their faves a little. like yes i love this character and would defend them to my grave but also they’re stupid sometimes and they do dumb things and imma make fun of them for it

“These are the terms of this deal. Do you accept these terms?”

Sixteen students wake up in a strange place that looks very familiar. It seems like Hope’s Peak Academy, but nothing is quite right. Everything looks backwards. The colors seem off. And they can’t remember anything outside of a few key facts; everyone had been in a Killing Game before, not everyone made it to the end, and now they’ve been trapped once again. 

Monokuma is back, and he’s brought with him a new bag of tricks to bring everyone to the depths of despair. As the class tries to get on their feet and adapt to their new situation in the warped and twisted domain of the Underworld Academy, everyone can’t help but feel like there is something deeply sinister under the surface. 

New bonds will be forged. Lies will be revealed. And as everyone fights for their lives, they all can’t help but start to believe the menacing taunt of their so-called Headmaster. 

“Once you are in Hell, only the Devil can help you out.”

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Chapter Links: (Please check these to ensure you read in the correct order, as Tumblr likes to shake it up for some reason)

Prologue: Welcome to Hell

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

PRLOGUE CUE VIDEO

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23

Part 24

Part 25

Part 26

Part 27

Part 28

Part 29

Part 30

Part 31

Part 32

Part 33

Part 34

Part 35

Part 36

Part 37

Part 38

Part 39

Part 40

hi im alive hopefully,, I’ve been working on anatomy!!! so here you go :)) i yassed him for you. lets pretend he knows how to tie his shoes.

so tall,,, may you scroll forever. >:)

It wouldn’t be historically accurate for my story to include BIPOC!

This is an argument often made about European-style fantasy media like Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings, and Disney’s Frozen. Audiences, often white, assume that due to the majority-white setting, adding any visible number of BIPOC to the story would be unrealistic.

What these critics fail to realize is that BIPOC do in fact live, and have lived, in these settings, and records of BIPOC presence in places assumed to be majority-white have been buried, written out, or not taught due to white supremacist and/or colonial bias in the field of history. There are historical European settings that were far more diverse than is often portrayed. Consider:

The Moorish Empire exerted an extensive influence over life and culture in Southern Europe from Spain from 711 to 1492

The Ottomans were heavily involved in European affairs up until the treaty of Karlowitz in 1699, but still considered a part of Europe even through the 19th century

The sheer size of the Roman Empire ensured the continued movement of people from various backgrounds within the Mediterranean well until the end of the Byzantine Empire.

“Historical accuracy” should not be used as an excuse for media to be exclusively white in its casting. While there are places which are or were predominantly white, there will always be factors like global trade and immigration that bring multiculturalism to their doors.

And even if the presence of a certain demographic is unrealistic for a certain setting? Consider that we’ve accepted far worse inaccuracies in historical fiction in the name of artistic license. Consider that our understanding of human history is, and will always be, incomplete.

Further Reading:

Historically Diverse London, “Historical Accuracy,” and Creator Accountability

Making a Black Pride and Prejudice Resonate

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Classification of Ace Attorney Official Art

Type A - Generic Promo Art with a lot of Dramatic Pointing

Type A1 - Oh Wow Look at How Many Characters We Have!!

Type A2 - Instead of Dramatic Pointing it’s Back-to-Back Posing

Type A3 - Ominous Giant Lawyers

Type B - All the Characters Hanging Out Casually as a Family

Type B1 - Seasonal Varieties

Type B1-1 - Phoenix is Fucking Drunk

Type B1-2 - Festival Time!

Type B2 - Gaming Moments

Type C - Illustrated Interpretation of Canon Scenes/Off Screen Moments

Type D - Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth Sharing Long Meaningful Gazes and Palatable Sexual Tension

Type E - What if… Chibis?

Type F - Fancy Outfits

Type F1 - OST Artwork Featuring Orchestra AU

Type G - Inexplicable