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hanako lively (oc - s2) stimboard!

that's 7/12!!! i was planning on doin s2 leo after this but i really wanna do the ghoul au designs so ghoul!tarou's up next!

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#my stimboards #kei project #sorry low spoons and im having a hard time remembering all my tags #oc hanako #decora stim #candy stim #piping stim #kandi stim #glitter stim #slime stim #neon stim #stim toys #rainbow stim #green stim #picrew #tw eyestrain #tw bright colors

hajime ito (oc) stimboard!

2/12 done!

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hi tumblr people come find out which of my ocs u are

my 4 fav guys in the world, my blorbos from my brain, my pookies. come figure out which one you are

#kei project #oc hanako #oc tarou #oc hajime #oc leo #ocs #personality quiz

hey! i made a strawpage for my oc story :]

it's still a wip so only Tarou's page is done, but i'm hoping to finish the others soon!

#kei project #oc tarou #oc hanako #oc leo #oc hajime #my ocs

some writing for haji bc he's the character i project onto

tags: trans man character, bottom dysphoria, gender dysphoria, menstrual cycle, descriptions of Period Things, blood and descriptions of it, kinda gross, author using his beloved oc to vent, hajitarou, gay men <3, probably more i just can't think of atm

"Guh," was all that came out of Hajime's mouth as he leaned on the wall for support. Fuck, he felt dizzy. And lightheaded. And his stomach was cramping and-- oh fucking hell, it was shark week. Just dandy. Gathering up his books, Tarou murmured, "Hajime? Are you okay? You look pale. And you don't normally do... that when you stand up." Shaking his head, Haji shifted himself back onto his feet with a groan, haphazardly cramming his laptop back into his backpack and zipping it sufficiently shut. "M' fucking bleeding," he grumbled, holding his head. "Gotta get back to our dorm." Worried about his boyfriend, Tarou reached out to support him before being waved off. Oh, he supposed he should have expected that. Haji never let anyone help him, especially when his period started. He always spent the first day grappling with dysphoria which meant he refused everyone's help because "he was a big guy and he could do it on his own." What an idiot. Tarou was really concerned.

At lease Haji wasn't so stupid as to take the stairs down. Instead he teetered and tottered his way to the elevator back to the bottom floor of the class hall, the sudden downward motion enough to make his head spin a little. He got back to the dorm a little sooner that Tarou did, halfway through changing into sweatpants with no small amount of wrestling by the time it dropped its bag on the ground. "Have you eaten at all today?" Tarou asked, clipping his shaggy hair back in a claw clip with one hand and rummaging for his makeup remover with the other. "If you haven't, that's probably why you're dizzy." It got a rather pained "reh" noise in return and the sound of its boyfriend flopping onto his bed, already accepting defeat.

Oh, how Hajime was sick of this. He'd only been dealing with it for about an hour and he was fucking tired of it. Because now he'd start getting crampy and uncomfortable and nothing he did ever made it go away and then he'd start cursing his own body and then it would just deteriorate into feeling gross and wrong. He didn't want any of this. What he wanted was a dick. And he knew it was possible but he was also very much a college student with barely a penny to his name. He couldn't afford it, and it ripped him apart. And he couldn't miss class. That was a death sentence in this school. With a groan, he rolled over on the bed, rubbing his aching stomach in the hopes the feeling would go away soon so he could function. But seriously, he never got lightheaded before. And Gods knew what the fuck that meant. Maybe Tarou was right. Maybe he just needed to eat. Then he shivered as he felt one of those stupid little blood clots and realized he should probably do something before he bled into his boxers. Which meant wearing one of the two pairs of underwear he had leftover from high school that he only held on to because you can't stick a pad in boxers. And there was no way in hell he was using a tampon. He didn't even fucking know where to stick the damn thing.

Heaving himself off his bed, Haji waddled to his dresser and into the bathroom to dig the box of pads out from the back of the space under the sink. As he set about putting the damn thing on, he grumbled, "Stupid fucking body. Stupid fucking shark week. Stupid fucking cramps. Stupid fucking dysphoria. Fucking stupid, stupid, stupid!" There. It was on. And there was minimal blood on his boxers. Good. "M' gonna get lunch," he huffed, pulling on a hoodie and a pair of slippers that probably weren't meant to be worn outside. "You coming, Tarou?"

The taller man stood and stretched, the way his nose screwed up really highlighting how different he looked sans-eyeliner. Well, that didn't change when he was bleeding, Haji supposed. His boyfriend was always so pretty. WIth a considering little hum, it eventually replied, "Yeah, I'll come. I wanna spend time with you anyway." So the two of them set off on the short trek to the cafeteria, the cold winds making both of them shiver.

"So are we gonna talk about why you always get so pissy when this happens?" "No." "You sure? Because it's, y'know, kind of important given how it happens literally every month." "Yes, I'm sure. I don't wanna fucking think about it. And I'm not pissy." "Yes you are. You're being pissy right now, actually." "It's almost like you want me to yell at you." "You know I don't, kinako." "I know."

When they got their food they ate in silence for a little while, Tarou leaning against Hajime a little on one of the plush couches in the dining room. Eventually, Haji sighed, "I just... I wish I was done with this already. I'm this far on T and it still isn't over. When the fuck is it gonna end? It's bad enough that I get sick to my stomach when I look down in the shower. Why does it gotta keep bleeding? I'm so tired of feeling like this. I wanna like myself." He swallowed back the lump in his throat and willed away the tiny tears in his eyes. He was a prizefighter for fuck's sake, he didn't cry. But the way Tarou snuggled into him and made him feel big and protective... okay, maybe he could cry a little. They spent the next 20 minutes totally not on the brink of bawling, both of them trying to catch their shaking breaths by the end. To Tarou, hearing Hajime talk about himself like that was a nightmare. It didn't care what Haji had down there, but it knew it mattered to him, and that was enough to make it sad on his behalf. "I love you so much," it breathed, "I'm so sorry. But I promise you'll get there eventually. And know that I'll love you then too."

For something so short, it made him feel a lot better. Sometimes he got scared that he was only loved because he could still bleed. That Tarou would leave because the surgery looked weird or was "too fake." But he wouldn't. And that was just enough to make him feel okay.