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~Look Down, You're Talking to Your Highness~[R]
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Elizabeth ♛Smart Girls Love Trashy Books♛
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Jun 26, 2019 01:59PM

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Look buddy, I don't know about you but I know for a fact if my mom found out I was unplugging and turning on the PS4 controller constantly to shoot some dumb sixteen-second cosplay video and messing up the charge on it she would beat my goddamn ass as she'd put it

Y'know. Unless you're guarding an actual gate. Then there's probably a reason why


When I was looking something up, that scene came up and all of the suggestions next to it were all pictures of Chihiro. I just found that funny, that's all lol


Shinoa and her squad had all decided to move in together in a small cramped apartment not far from the base. Space was tight, so the girls shared a room and the boys shared a room, with a conjoined living-kitchen area and a bathroom at the back of the apartment. The smaller rooms were split up and used to house the squad’s many children; they saved on room by having each child share a room with whoever they shared a father with.
It was another school day, so Makoto decided to wake the children up early and help them with last-minute preparations as he so often did now. He pulled his hair into a bun and changed into a grey suit before knocking on each closed door rhythmically.
“Time for school!” He announced.
“You don’t have to knock so goddamn loud. The whole complex will hear you,” A grumpy sixteen-year-old girl complained as she rubbed her neck. She was already dressed for school in the grey-green uniform with her skirt modified to be knee-length and baggy white leg warmers on her feet. Her eyes were a dark purple and half of her pink hair was shaved off into a fashionable buzz-cut that was pulled over her shoulder. She was named Tsukimi and was the tallest and second-oldest of her siblings.
“You know some of your siblings are late-risers. Gotta make sure nobody’s late for school!” Makoto chuckled as he pointed Tsukimi in the direction of frozen pancake bites and breakfast sandwiches. “One or the other,”
“My brother is still asleep,” She commented as she started to heat up a plate of pancake bites. They were blueberry-flavored.
“We'll get to him eventually,” Makoto promised her just as Mikaela bounced into the room; having just turned eleven he was a huge ball of energy.
“Pancakes!” He gasped happily when seeing his older half-sister heating them up. “Who made them? Was it Papa Shiho?” His hair was a bright shade of yellow and stuck out everywhere while his eyes were the same violet shade as Tsukimi’s. They did have the same mother, after all.
“Nobody made these. I picked them up on my way home from the store yesterday,” Makoto finally grew bored of standing and flopped himself down on the couch.
“Thank God. Why are you and Pop the only men in this house who can cook worth a damn?” Tsukimi demanded.
“Because Yuu-kun is an idiot and Yoichi-kun is easily-distracted,” He smirked a bit.
“School is today, right?” Mikaela asked nicely, making his own plate of pancake bites. Instead of a strict uniform, he just wore buckled khakis with sneakers and a red striped polo shirt. He clasped his hands together. “If so, I’m excited! My class is taking a field trip to a garden today! We’re going to learn everything about gardens, like how they grow, and how to take care of them...!”
“Sounds riveting,” Tsukimi took a seat at the table and begun to eat.
“I smell something delicious,” The oldest sibling and second-tallest yawned a bit as he wandered out of his room. His uniform was grey with the jacket unbuttoned to reveal his black shirt underneath. He had dark green eyes and noticeable purple hair with long bangs pinned back currently with black barrettes. He was seventeen and was named Shuichi. “Good thing breakfast is ready, there was absolutely no way I was going to school hungry. It really dampens my ability to pick up the chicks, you know?”
“What is all of this talk about picking up chicks?” Mitsuba demanded, waking into the room. As an adult, she had larger breasts and hips and wore her hair in a long, high ponytail long enough to sit on. Currently she wore a dark green business dress with a matching ribbon in her hair. “Nobody better be teaching my son to pick up girls!”
“Come on, Aunt Mitsuba, it won’t hurt him to learn a few pointers!” Shuichi laughed.
“Everyone is really lively this morning!” Yoichi smiled to himself as he walked in as well. He had cut his hair into a curly bob and wore a small black choker around his neck that matched his gloves. He hadn’t changed much as an adult aside from growing taller. His current outfit was of a long grey trench coat and black jeans with white sneakers.
“That makes me happy though! Lively people are the best!” Mikaela smiled.
“Breakfast! Breakfast! I want some!” Satomi bounced up and down eagerly as she ran into the kitchen. She was wearing a lacy pink lolita gown with her floor-long violet hair braided. “Daddy, can you please help me? I can’t reach the counter!” She fussed.
“Because you’re a loser!” Yumiko scolded her six-year-old sister. She herself was only eight, but acted as though she had the wisdom of gods. She wore a matching dress in lavender with her floor-long blonde hair in pigtails. Both sisters had the vibrant green eyes of their father.
“I’m not a loser! Daddy!” Satomi cried.
“You are a loser, just like Daddy is!” Yumiko carried on.
Makoto sighed. “You need to learn to control your children better,”
“I’m trying! It’s just...it’s harder than it looks!” Yoichi chuckled awkwardly as he gently held the girls apart from each other. “I’ll make breakfast for both of you, how does that sound?” The girls nodded. “Yay! Go sit at the table while I make it,”
“You guys get to go to school,” Satomi commented shyly. “I really wish I could go...”
“I don’t! School sounds so boring and yucky!” Yumiko stuck out her tongue.
“I’d happily trade places with you and do nothing at home all day,” Thirteen-year-old Daisuke grumbled as he took a seat at the table. He wore the normal uniform the way it was supposed to be worn; buttoned-up and neat. Daisuke had dark brown eyes and wavy pink hair that was kept relatively short.
“No breakfast for you?” Mitsuba asked curiously. Yoichi had finished cooking his daughters’ breakfast and hurriedly made his own.
“I’m not very hungry,” Daisuke waved his ‘aunt’ off. He then nodded at Tsukimi. “Morning, sis. Are we sitting next to each other in Uncle Makoto’s car?”
“Depends if he’s driving or not,” Came the answer.
“Why don’t I just drive everyone? My car is far bigger anyway. Lieutenant Colonal gave it to me for my birthday!” Shinoa smiled as she walked in the room, holding the youngest of the siblings. Shinoa wore a lacy white blouse with a blue sweater over it and a grey pleated skirt with white stockings and blue boots. Her hair was kept long and loose with a blue bow in it. Her hips and breasts were bigger, which she never stopped teasing Mitsuba over.
“Car? Drive?” The blonde three-year-old asked sleepily. She wore a long lacy white gown and matching bonnet; her hair was full of golden curls and her eyes were dark brown. Her name was Mikayla, and she was special in the sense she was born from Shinoa’s body after being requested to act as a surrogate for Yuu and Mika, who wanted a child of his own but couldn’t readily provide one. Why he decided to be the one to conceive with her and not Yuu was still an unsolved mystery, but the two boys got an extremely loving daughter from the experience, so Shinoa as well as the remainder of the squad assumed they would just never bring it up again.




I hate people like this. They are literally why we cannot have nice things. People crossdress for many different reasons. Most crossdressers are cis. They crossdress usually to disguise themselves or get an opportunity they can’t normally have. But they aren’t trans. I used to crossdress in middle school. Am I f**king trans now?
Worst of all is that the fanfic has one of my most favourite headcanons EVER that I literally never see in the fandom. And now I can’t even read it because of that tone.
This is literally disgusting. We are all in agreement that it’s bad to make gay/lesbian characters in canon straight and vice versa. Why the f**k can we not do it for canon cis/trans characters? It is just as bad and sends just as bad and confusing messages. Stop it for the literal love of God

STUPID! YOU'RE SO STUPIIIID!





This is the price I’m paying for waiting too darn long to apply I suppose. I can get a job someplace else but I’d much rather be a para. I’d be better at it I can travel it pays quite a lot plus I was literally recommended by several people in that field already which meant the job was practically mine anyway! But no I had to wait to apply and now who knows when I’ll get the opportunity again


Actually, audacity would imply I didn’t expect this. I did because everything that goes wrong in her world I am somehow to blame for it.




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Elizabeth ♛Smart Girls Love Trashy Books♛
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At the very least I hope they’re getting a laugh out of it lol


See, I want to play that game out of morbid curiosity but since I already know what it's really about and it's lost its shock value it seems kinda pointless.
I guess I could watch others play it

Or maybe she already forgot because of her memory
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