how would teddy react if he met a tiny he may have scared during his mafia days?
He holds great remorse for those he wronged. Teddy actually opens up a therapy clinic for tinies who may have been traumatized by giants. May do a little doodle on that soon
throwing this out there but does ANYONE have any tips/advice/etc about starting testosterone hrt in the us as an adult without insurance when
planned parenthood doesn't offer any lgbt services in my state
im not sure how to feel about telehealth services either, there's so many mixed reviews out there, but personal experience with those would help
i don't live in a particularly left leaning state
basically any experience with a situation similar to mine, particularly your process to starting & some of the costs involved would be so helpful to me
teddy (full name theodore, last name tbd) is a lost oc!!
he was on the oceanic flight 815 to get back to the uk to visit his family who hasn't seen in years (and maybe to see a man he used to be in love with and maybe still harbours some feelings for 👀...)
he is an aspiring novelist, but he worked as a librarian in sydney, prior to The Crash™
he's a sawyer love interest bcuz that man is insanely bisexual
Help one of our new alters is so hot help (he is named Ariel, and even tho he looks physically like Ariel but as a guy, he is way more confident and sexy and hot aaaah)
For you, I always imagine a gentle long term stockholm (I know) situation. You’re more resistant to being pulled out of your life, you’ve worked hard and have a lot of things going for yourself. And that’s why great care has to be taken to make sure it’s successful.
I always imagine stalking you for a long time, specifically at your bedroom window. Painstakingly falling in love through binoculars, watching you change, watching you sleep, all through a thin piece of glass. Memorizing every detail of you, of your life, noting everything about you and how you care for yourself so I can care for you even better. After weeks and weeks (months?) of observation, finally breaking in through your window one night while you’re sleeping, laying a gloved hand across your mouth and muffling your screams while you wake up and as I manhandle you into restraints and a bag over your head, begging you softly to calm down, that it’s okay, to stop panicking, that you’re only making this harder on us both, that I promise life is going to be better for you from now on.
Taking you home, keeping you in a lovely bedroom (with no windows and a locked door). Not even touching you at first, just letting you get used to your new home, letting you get all your crying and grief at what you’ve left behind out. Letting my actions speak for me, making you beautiful breakfasts every morning and keeping your bedroom and bathroom stocked with your favorite plushies and blankets, your normal shampoos and products, everything I can to make you as comfortable and the transition as easy as possible. Let you come to your own terms with your captivity and your abductor as your life becomes so much simpler, so much easier. Given whatever you want and taken care of in ways you’ve only ever dreamed of. Eventually, one day, I’m sure you’d start to look at me a little different and I’d finally, finally get the chance to touch what I watched through a window for so long.
OMG I didn’t expect anyone to actually do it it was just a silly tag !!!!! (But now I’m committing)
Um okay so for you I always imagine tracking you down and grabbing you on a friday night after a work shift. Specifically, knowing where you work and flying to your area in the middle of the week, getting a rental car and staking out the parking lot/parking garage at your place of employment for a few days before, observing your patterns and making sure I have everything right. Then after your late night shift on Friday when you’re too tired to pay attention when walking back to your car, grabbing you from behind with a gloved hand over your mouth so you can’t scream and can’t see me, making sure you have no idea who it is and that your fear is real. I always imagine dragging you back to the rental car, gagging and restraining you, possible using your little holes right there if I can’t resist long enough, before shoving you into the trunk and getting the hell out of dodge. Nonstop driving, overnight road tripping all the way until the next morning when I get back to my place, where I take you out of the trunk and get to have you all to myself for an entire weekend :3 (With a return plane ticket for you Monday morning already purchased).