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marshmellowzz · 8 months

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can I request reader who’s kidnapped by the hantengu clones, and she tries to escape? can be a oneshot/scenario thing >.< (btw! I think it’d be funny if reader was small and weak, so they just kinda manhandle her…)

in their grasp

a/n: hi anon! i'm so sorry to everyone for my continuous inactivity on this account, i feel soooo bad about it. im having a lotta issues in my life right now, as well as a killer writers block - so i'm very very sorry for everyones requests who's been sitting in my ask box, i'll try my best to work through them! anyway! i made this one a little long, ill post it in two parts because i haven't finished the second half yet ! :3

content warning: mentions of kidnapping ! suggestive language and actions! graphic (i guess?), they dont see u as an equal and just treat u as their pet….

word count: 3.3k

[part 1]

You awoke with a start, your eyes flashed open and your heart racing as you let a sharp noise between a gasp and a scream leave your lips; piercing the stillness of the dark room you found yourself in. Your body seized up in fright, and waves of goosebumps rushed across your skin. Taking deep breaths to calm yourself down, you slowly sank back into the bed searching for something – anything - that could calm your nerves.

The blanket lazily placed onto you during the night was tangled around your feet, you were practically drenched due to sweat. You didn't even register that it was pitch black outside.

Your eyes were wide open, but all was silent. As quickly as the sensation came upon you, it faded away to nothing but silence. Your eyes whipped around the room - seeking out any movement that had escaped your attention.

This...This wasn't the safety of your home.

Suddenly, reminders began flashing into your mind.

Yes, you remembered.

You had a run in with a demon—four demons, actually.

They were all similar. Almost identical actually—which raised the question—were they all clones?

Although, you had only vividly remembered one—He was a giant of a man, towering over you as his vermillion eyes burned with rage. His muscled frame commanded your attention and sent shivers down your spine. His nails were long and sharp like daggers, digging into your skin to draw fresh wounds that dripped scarlet onto the floor. The malevolence in his gaze held you captive - the prominent frown on his face told of a ruthless disregard for your mortality, as if to imply that with one quick motion he'd be able snap you in two like a twig between his fingers.

It seemed like you were about to be nothing more than another savory course.

Every hair on your body standing up as you looked around in paranoia—were you in their home?

Had they took you here when you passed out? It was too quiet, you were all alone with your overwhelmed mind, and pained body. A sense of unease settled in your stomach and upon further investigation - you found a crudely wound web of bandages, stained by the seepage of blood, wrapped around your torso. It was poorly placed, and it was now stringing around you like twisted ribbons.

It looked like the demon...or demons were trying to stop you from bleeding out.

At this point, you wish you did.

You buried your head in your hands, trying to calm your racing mind. It was like you could still feel their heavy presence lingering in the room, even when nobody was there.

You let out a shaky sigh—they weren't ordinary demons, you could grasp that—perhaps they were some...Super demons?

You vaguely recalled seeing the kanji 'uppermoon 4' engraved onto the pupils of their eyes—they were definitely higher-ranked demons, and your poor self had the misfortune of running into them.

You slid your feet down, cautiously straightening yourself, and planting your feet onto the cold, wooden floor. You had tried your best to be quiet, in order not to alert them if they were present in the house—and to not draw their attention to you.

You stepped timidly into the hollow corridors, your feet softly pattered against the cold, hard floorboards beneath you. The sound of each step echoed off of the barren walls, almost as if calling out to you with an unspoken invitation; daring you to explore further.

Nobody. It was a dead silent, empty house.

The house was orderly, if slightly disheveled. Clothing laid scattered about in careless piles among the furniture, while occasional specks of dried blood made a grim contrast against the otherwise pristine walls. An unsettling mixture of domestic tranquility and disturbing reminders of violence hung in the air.

Just then, you were met with the sight of the front door.

You eyed it, in deep thought.

Well. You had to take your chance and escape, right?

There was no way of telling how far from the house they were now; all that you knew was that they weren't here at the moment

It didn't stop you from trying your luck.

If you actually pulled this off, you'll live, and be scot-free once again.

The only thing that has driven you was your hope—you may have been a bit too ambitious with what you were about to do right now, but you were going to try it anyway.

You take a deep, steady breath; your hand reaching out to open the door. It wasn't locked.

You quietly thanked the gods, and you opened the door, then gently closed it.

Without a moment's hesitation, you leapt forward, the icy wind rushing around your body as you darted into the forest. Your feet landing on the leaf-strewn forest floor, propelling your body further into its depths.

You had not a clue where you were going, but you were hoping that you weren't too far from civilization.

However.

That night, you had the misfortune of learning just how fast a high-ranking demon like Hantengu could travel. It seems like only a few minutes have passed after you've left the house when you hear a voice calling out.

In an instant, you feel a strong, taut arm latch onto your wrist and pull you back—you were whipped around, and forced to acknowledge his presence.

Their presence.

You felt a chill run through you as you sensed the presence of two distinct figures standing right behind your shoulder. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up in alarm and before you had time to turn around, their eyes met yours with an intensity that made you feel like a deer caught in headlights. Their gaze was heavy and seemed to be speaking volumes even without words being uttered, sending a message that made it clear: Don't move.

They had been nearby all along, close enough to notice your absence, close enough to hear your frantic footfalls, close enough to catch you. The fact that they were even there shocked you.

"Tsk tsk, bad pet." The green-eyed one tutted, his eyes aligned with contempt, and his lips stretching into a twisted, sickening smirk.

How did they get to you so fast?

You then yelped out, clearly startled by their sudden presence beside you.

You were certain you haven't even blinked and they had materialized beside you within a milisecond - you had only just registered the thoughts in your mind and they were already there, as if through some magical transference.

The other one stared down at you with bright blue eyes full of sorrow and disappointment. His face was puckered in a frown, adding to his sombre expression. "What are you doing, human?" he asked softly, despair evident in his voice. Like any normal person, your instincts were screaming at you to turn on your heel - and book it out. You panicked, you feel your heartbeat in your throat as your entire body tensed in pure. unbridled fear - your lungs seized and your feet seemed to lose the ability to move before they found their strength again in an instinctive attempt at flight, you then ran.

Running seemed futile, considering their strength and speed. It was obvious that the demons had an infinite advantage over you. No matter how hard you ran, all three of you knew it would never be enough to escape their pursuit after you. Even with such a crucial piece of information, it did nothing to stop the adrenaline pumping in your legs. Your legs trembled with fear as your mind raced for an escape route, telling yourself that maybe — just maybe—you could find one. All rationality had left you and all there was was the unquenchable desire to run away from this impending doom before it engulfed you altogether

Your heart hammered in your chest and terror immobilized you. You had to keep running, but every step was a struggle against the trapping gravity of fear that weighed down on you like an iron casket.

"Cute! Little human thinks she can outrun us, eh?" Karaku let's out a bark of laughter, watching you scramble away.

So slow. So weak. He almost feels like this is unfair to you.

"Ah...She's so pitiful." Aizetsu frowns.

You were fighting a losing battle.

They watch you hasten for a while longer, you're out of breath and desperate. Karaku let's another bark of laughter leave his lips, the two of them taking in your panic.

Suddenly, Karaku was on you. His lightning-fast stride brought him through the air and he locked his arms around your waist in an instant, pushing your body against the nearest tree with a strength that almost felt like an embrace. His palms were warm on your skin as he held you against the bark firmly, pressing against you so closely that you could feel every breath.

Before you had time to react, he knocked the oxygen out of your lungs with his sheer weight and strength as he quickly took hold of both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. Your stomach churned with nausea and apprehension, while a squeak resounded from deep within your throat before it was able to escape into the air around you. You felt completely disoriented, like you'd been spun around on a merry-go-round one too many times

But, he doesn't hurt you; even if he has all the power to do so, even if you were completely at his mercy - there wasn't any hint of aggression in him. Instead, he wore an amused smirk as if he was relishing some joke only he knew about. He held a firm grip on your wrists, caging your body against the tree with a playful grin on his face.

He looked down at you, his eyes filled with mirth - amused at the fact that you were trapped beneath him - amused that he could end your pathetic life with the flick of his wrist at any given moment - amused by your complete horror.

"So, thought you could outsmart us. Huh, little pet?" His relaxed expression irked you - the two of them found this all entertaining, or at least he did. His eyes twinkled with a strange delight at your distress. You could have screamed and begged for mercy but they both seemed so unphased by your presence it was like this entire situation was a game—and you were losing rapidly.

He had his hands wrapped vice-like around your wrists, pinning you where you stood. His grip was like iron and the more you tried to struggle against it the tighter it seemed to get.

Your legs shake due to overexertion, and to the overwhelming presence that the two of them shared. He really was the only thing keeping you up and stable as the strength left from your body and with each passing second.

Karaku leaned his frame down towards you. His eyes narrowed as they bore into yours; the mere inches of space between your faces felt like a chasm. He seemed to savor your weakened state, and as he closed in on you--his lips curling up into a crooked smile--he smelled it: fear. You could feel his finger pressing against your cheek, slowly, tracing its way down from there, and all too soon his voice resounded with the sickeningly smug musing of, "You smell afraid," he mumbles, almost... satisfied. "Is that my doing?" he snickers.

"How sad," Aizetsu mumbled apologetically, "She's feeding your ego..." His voice trailed off as his eyes focused on the floor shamefully, his words hung in the air like a cloud of despair as he spoke, hanging heavy with regret.

You screwed your eyes shut, feeling hot, stinging tears at the corner of your eyes. You cranked your head in another direction in a futile attempt to create distance between his face and yours. "No! Let me go!" You shrieked, a desperate glint in your eyes as you squirmed beneath him.

Karaku only laughed, a deep guttural sound that reverberated through the air. His amusement with your fear only grew as he slowly lifted his free-hand to your face once again, brushing his fingertips along your cheeks before squeezing. With gentle force, he guided you to look up at him, "I'm afraid I can't do that, pet." He purred; his voice carrying an ominous tone which revealed that something much more deadly was lying beneath the surface.

A raw, primal fear grappled its way to your throat and escaped in a bloodcurdling scream. Your body thrashed violently against his, desperate for an escape, but each futile attempt was met with heavy hands pinning your wrists down. "P-Please!" tears spilled from the corners of your eyes as you sobbed pitifully - pleading for help that never came, convinced by this point that you had been brought too far away from civilization for anyone to hear you. Helplessness filled every inch of you, there was no way you could fight back.

Karaku tightened his grip on your wrists and leaned in closer, seeming to take pleasure as you screamed. "I must say, you're much cuter when you're quiet." He purred into the crook of your neck while inhaling deeply, taking in your scent like a drug. His lips brushed against the sensitive flesh - his breath was hot on the skin of your collarbone, nuzzling his face further as a satisfied smirk crossed over his lips as he drawled "Smells good...Mmm".

Aizetsu however, seemed to grow more distressed at the sight of your tears, his eyes narrowed as he watched you squirm beneath Karaku. His lips pulled downward in a deep scowl, and his voice grew dark. "You try to escape us," he muttered, his words threatening as they left his mouth. "And then you scream and cry when we catch you." There was something almost petulant in the way he spoke; it seemed like he was a sulking child being denied of it's needs. "That hardly seems fair..." He pouted, his voice growing thick with disappointment and something else, a hint of bitterness barely contained.

"We can't trust that you won't run again. So, I guess...We'll have to lock you up." Aizetsu pouted; as if this was distressing for him.

Sweat came beading on your forehead as you felt the world begin to spin. Your breathing quickened and a heat began to fill your body, each thrash becoming more desperate and less considered than the last. The demons words echoed around you like an accusation, violence in his resonance - treating you like some rabid animal that needed restraint. Lock you up? What kind of sick joke was this? You didn't even know what these guys wanted from you - why the hell were you suddenly made their new fidget toy?! Karaku released your wrists with an enthusiastic chortle: "Lock her up? Now that sounds fun!" He expertly lifted you by your waist and threw you over his shoulder, your feeble kicks unable to slow the momentum of him whisking you up and carrying you away. The disorientation from the sudden manhandling made you feel dizzy as you tried in vain to twist free.

Despite your desperate thrashing, the demon seemed to take it all in stride as if this was a part of his everyday life. His steps continued even and unhurried, his grip on you tight yet seemingly effortless. The way he held you over his shoulder gave off an odd sense of familiarity, like he had done this thousands of times before - like he didn’t have to think twice about it. What the hell could you have done in your life to deserve getting kidnapped by demons? Upper-ranked, nutcase demons at that?

"...We'd better hurry, Karaku," Aizetsu said with a tense grimace. He glanced around the dense forest anxiously - as if expecting Sekido to appear at any moment in an explosion fit of rage. "Sekido’s got quite a temper on him these days and he'll be really mad if we're not back soon."

"Mm," He hummed softly in agreement before adding a sly comment; his voice barely above a whisper. "I think we should have the luxury of taking our time with her – Sekido this – Sekido that - He's not here now, is he?" His eyes danced playfully as they searched Aizetsu 's for signs of agreement.

Aizetsu shook his head, he couldn't help the frown that tugged at his lips, "No, he isn't here, but..." He trailed off. With a devilish spark in his eyes, he cut Aizestu off before he could finish his train of thought. "But nothing. Why don't we make the most of it?" He said as a smirk curled up on one side of his face. "Let's have a little fun."

Aizetsu didn't seem very convinced, his eyes quietly assessing the situation. Karaku leaned forward, you still over his shoulders. "Come on," he drawled, with a shrug of his shoulders. "If he really wanted to get his hands on her, he would have come along." His voice was smug as the words fell from between his lips; it made no difference how serious the circumstance was - Karaku would find any way to mess around.

"I-I suppose..." Aizetsu mumbled tentatively. A brief moment of silence passed, the idle chirping of the cicadas in the background. "Wanna play catch with her? I'll toss her to you and you-" Suddenly, you startlingly interjected with an exasperated "Hello?!", disrupting their idle chatter that seemed to be ignoring your existence. Your presence had gone neglected as they spoke about playing catch and tossing you around like a mere item - one possessed rather than personable. Both demons turned their attention to you - both having no intention of taking anything that'll leave your lips seriously.

"W-What the hell do you want from me...?" you stammered out. You had been dragged over his shoulder, your arms and legs dangling like a ragdoll for long enough. Continuing to thrash, each kick you delivered only made him grip you tighter, even as you vainly hit his back with closed fists, he didn't budge. "How pitiful." Aizetsu muttered underneath his breath.

Karaku let out a deep, rumbling chuckle. His eyes glinted mischievously in the moonlight as he spoke: "Isn't it clear? You're our plaything now." He seemed to relish his own words as if they were a special delicacy and he went on to mumble something about how having a human around made things more interesting for everyone. He laughed again happily, savoring every moment that your encounter lasted as he knew that eventually boredom will overcome them all. Right. It would just last until they got bored of you.

"And will you stop squirming? Seriously, it's like you're trying to tickle me."

It dawned on you. Truly, whatever you did, or said, nothing seemed to phase the demons steady pace, any resistance was futile. You had no choice but to give in and hang limply against his broad frame in silent defeat...

Karaku laughed darkly, his hand coming down hard onto your backside with a harsh smack. You gasped, mouth agape. "Good girl," he praised you before sending a pointed glance towards Aizetsu, "See? She gets it now." His words hung in the air as if challenging someone to disagree with him, you looked away in embarrassment and shame.

You felt as if you were slipping inexorably into a deep, dark abyss. A wave of humiliation and dread was washing over you; it threatened to swallow your meager remains whole. Your rights had been stripped from you in an instant and the title of 'plaything' was bestowed upon your weary shoulders by these demons - for what? Just for their temporary amusement? Were you really nothing but a docile creature now? Obediently awaiting to be forgotten when they decided that they'd had enough amusement at your expense? This couldn't be happening.

Why? Why was this happening? Your mind screamed, your thoughts frantic with terror as you were taken over his shoulder all the way back to where these sick monsters resided. The forest around you blurred past in a passing panorama and all you could do is wallow in helpless dread. Their voices were muted to mere murmurs, drowning into nothing beside the other sounds of nature - a backdrop to this nightmare that seemed never-ending; every step felt like an eternity as you treaded towards where they called home.

"So how about it? I think playing catch is a pretty good idea." 'K-Karaku...No." "Why not? I bet you, if Urogi was here he would've said yes in a heartbeat." You were doomed, thats for sure.

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cpunkhobie · 1 year

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same anon who sent the ask sending you beams and i just clicked back on your blog and saw that other ask.... yikes! so to change the topic, do you have any fun lil plot ideas for gmnt that you havent had the chance to share? or any details you want to elaborate on? i cant remember if youve mentioned anything about the shredder aspect of things yet or not so if youve got any ideas im listening! :]

OMFG THE WAY I JUMPED /POS OK SO .

1st off, with Casey Junior and Cassandra I have had SO many thoughts about them and their family. their designs and basic storyyy:

Junior and Casey are cousins in this AU but they were both raised by the foot clan - aka uncle Louie and uncle Brutus to Junior, and Dad and Pops to Casey respectively. Junior is a trans dude and because their parents thought it'd be funny when they were born they named them both "Cassandra." When Junior transitioned Cass let him keep the name Casey under ONE condition, that she would remain the one true Casey and that he had to go by "Junior" anytime she was around. Of course they're pretty much attached at the hip so everyone just calls him Junior anyway.

The reason they were raised together is because Junior's parents died when he was 6 and Junior went to go live with Casey's family. They're related through Louie (foot lieutenant if you couldn't guess) and are Technically half siblings since Louie's sister was the one who carried Casey but they never related to each other that way. To them they're just cousins who are basically siblings.

Junior's parents never swore loyalty to the foot clan and although he was HEAVILY encouraged by his uncles to join and put more effort into the clan he never really Cared that much. CASEY on the other hand eats sleeps and breathes the foot - at least as much as her parents let her. She needs a hobby. (One kid is too obsessed while the other isn't obsessed enough watcha gonna do.)

In terms of their relationship to the turtles Casey first met Raph b4 he knew that the foot clan was a threat. Raph just thought that her family were huge sneakerheads that also just so happened to be extremely into martial arts and it's history. Finding out Raph was bigender is actually what caused Casey to first start questioning her gender identity and she's now a she/him demigirl lesbian. YES they are in gay love ofc.

Casey' age: 16-18 (same as Raph)

Junior's age: 14-16 (same as Mikey)

And in terms of shredder it's probably just gonna be a copy-paste canon shredder of course with some minor adjustments. The foot clan still run the foot shack as a front (Junior works there) they're still trying to bring back the shredder. But I'd imagine that Casey turned on the foot clan much sooner than she did in the snow due to her relationship with Raph. So in terms of the finale instead of being redeemed at the end of the episode she would be fighting right alongside the hamatos. This is also my wish fulfillment au in which every character who WAS gonna have a nice complete redemption arc DOES have a nice complete redemption arc cause I don't have to worry abt time restraints.

OH YEAH ALSO THIS MINI comic with splinter and junior talking because they both lost their parents rlly young:

This is actually the comic I was talking abt earlier. I wasn't able to finish it when I first started it so each "page" you see is like .... 3 days a part which is why the style is so fucking inconsistent 😭.

Forgot to mention: They are "younger sibling getting taller than you" solidarity. And Casey not being a higher ranking turned into her parents desperately trying not to produce a nepo baby lol

#jonahs lemonade stand #jonah with a pen #gmnt tag #rise tag #rottmnt #rottmnt au #human rottmnt #I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH (said as though I was not the one who created it)#gmnt au #gmnt art

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kim2248 · 10 months

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Deeply curious about Ronin's reaction to Y/N's death pre-Skybound retcon ESP @/the other ninja *insert eyes emoji here because trying to add them locks my keyboard's typing ability* mayhaps I'm just wanting to cackle over their faces over discovering this money laundering headache of theirs that comes and goes morally ambiguously went through an "accidentally adopted a child arc" while they weren't looking

Ahhh my very first inbox message, thank you anon!

Just so you know, this one request sent me spiraling and writing an entire alternative ending to Season 6 where I guess Jay doesn't reset everything?? And plenty of father-child angst so enjoy!

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''Took ya long enough, you missed all the fun.'' Ronin quipped after throwing a quick glance over his shoulder at the approaching Jay.

''You find (Y/N)?''

The silence he was met with was enough to make him turn around again, doing a double-take as he looked at Jay's hollow stare and his blood-trenched gi, still red and wet in places, although some of it had begun drying and turned into a shade of dark purple. A beat of silence passed where none of them dared speak, even Nadakhan was silent.

''Jay.'' Ronin's voice was trembling. ''Where is (Y/N)?''

Jay wasn't answering. Ronin repeated his question with more emphasis, taking one step towards the Lightning Ninja whose eye's were still fixated on the ground. The thief felt his heart drop at all it could imply and before long, he was up and running towards the ruin of a building Jay had come from, his breath growing labored and eyes growing panicked as he quickly scanned the cracked pieces of concrete lying about.

Maybe they'd been hit by some of the rubble. Maybe they just had their leg stuck under some and that's why he couldn't find them. Maybe they were just unconscious and that's why he couldn't hear their voice anywhere. Maybe it was anything but what he thought it would be.

Ronin called out their name, hoping for an answer. Nothing. He made his way through the remains of the temple, jumping over what used to be a wall and entering what looked like a ceremonial hall. The ground in front of him was caved in and when he looked down, he felt his blood run cold in his veins.

He froze. There was no adequate reaction to what his mind had to comprehend. Quietly, he felt his conscience curse himself for ever growing attached to a stupid teenager that decided to squat in his flat one day.

Ronin had seen many dead bodies in his life; of his enemies, of strangers, of his dearest friend. But nothing seemed to come close to what he saw that day.

Their head was twisted to the side, Ronin thought if he'd had to see their face he actually would have started crying on the spot, their arms were splayed out on either side of them and a puddle of blood had started pooling beneath them, the rocks scattered around partly painted in bloody handprints and smears.

Whatever had happened to them hadn't been an accident. Someone had killed them. And whoever that someone was, Ronin would make them pay.

Meanwhile, outside of the building the remaining Ninja were growing more than concerned.

''Jay, what's going on, talk to us!'', Lloyd said and put a hand on his shoulder.

''It's…the…he-'', Jay stuttered as he looked down at his hands which were dark red from the dried blood. He could still see the live fading in their eyes.

''Ohh, I understand now'', Nadakhan throatily chuckled, ''My, what a conundrum that must be for you, Jay. Two people so close to you being at each other's throats, quite literally. Now, who do you care about more? You've already forgiven a killer once, haven't you?''

''Jay, what's he talking about?'', Kai asked next to him.

The ginger bit his bottom lip in worry and turned his face away from the other Ninja, fists clenched tight. His eyes landed on the Djinn Blade on the ground. Nadakhan must've dropped it when he was shot with the venom.

''Funny how much can change just because of one simple wish, isn't it, Jay? Say, I'm curious, which one made it out alive? My bets are on the dagger-wielding one, though I would expect they would have some qualms about repeating past mistakes-''

In a rush of anger, Jay picked up the Djinn Blade lying on the ground and struck Nadakhan mid-taunting-laugh with an aggravated yell. The Djinn turned into a little orange light as the grating sound of stone breaking shattered through the air and islands around them started to slowly fall apart.

Before anyone could get a word out, Jay was shoved around and seized by the collar of his shirt by an angry Ronin, lifted up until his feet hung a few inches above the ground. Behind him, Nya could be seen, eyes wide and still in her white wedding dress, though the hem of it had been soiled by the mud it had been dragged through.

''What did you do?! What happened in there?!''

''N-not me-'', he could barely get the words out in the chokehold Ronin was holding him in.

''Well who was it, then?!''

''Guys?''

Everyone turned around to the person that had spoken. 'The Ninjas faces dropped, Ronin let go of Jay out of shock who promptly fell to the ground with a quiet 'oof'.

''COLE!''

All the Ninja except for Jay rushed to hug Cole and bombard him with questions.

''I-it was him…he…killed them.'', Jay quietly said with hurt eyes, gently massaging his neck where the collar of his shirt had dug into. Ronin was the only one who heard it, but it was all it took for him to walk up to Cole and punch him square in the face, knocking him over.

Immediatly, Kai, Zane and Lloyd moved to stand in front of their teammate while Jay scrambled to get up and hold the thief back from punching him again together with Nya.

''OW, what is wrong with you, Ronin?!'' Cole yelled as he sat up, clutching his now bleeding nose.

''What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you! You killed (Y/N) and you have the balls to just show up and let yourself be celebrated like some kind of deity returning from the dead!'', he accusingly pointed at the Earth Ninja on the ground.

The ground shook and a few more remaining islands started plummeting towards the ground.

''Guys, I think we better get out of here before the entire island comes down!'', Lloyd yelled.

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Hope you enjoyed this! So yeah, basically Ronin gets really angry and starts physically assaulting people because do you really think that mf would express his grief in a healthy way? He would undoubtedly cry later once he can be 100% sure he's alone and then probably uproot the entirety of Djinjago's remains to find their corpse and give them a proper burial. Aaand then he would probably vow to never let anyone get close to him ever again. And maybe turn to some mild to severe alcoholism. We'll see.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #morro #fanfic #lego #lloyd garmadon #kai ninjago #legoninjago #ninjagomorro #ninjago nadakhan #ninjago jay #jay walker #skybound #ninjago skybound #ronin #ronin ninjago #opposites attract

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deliriously-drawing · 4 months

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Hello Anon! Sorry about the super late replay! (´～｀ヾ) I’m going to assume when you say you want to know more about the 2p world you were referencing the post where I said I need to create a whole post about how 2p toonz and 1p toonz are “Angels” and “Demons”

But before I dive into that let me answer the second part. Yes I’m positive 2p boys have their own names since some awesome peeps here on tumblr have told me them when I have asked before but I can’t remember all of them of the top of my head.

I do remember is that 2p Wildcat has the name Zipcat (ﾟヮﾟ) the rest of the boys I don’t remember (´～｀ヾ)

I tend to just refer them to their original names because I kept forgetting what names the Fandom would use when referring to the 2p boys lol

So! As much as it would be funny if Cartoonz was a legit Demon/Angel in the 1p/2p world my brain wanted like a more Syfy element to explain why certain people have abilities that range from physical skills and to what other may consider supernatural.

So! In my headcanon on how exactly these two exist can possibly exist in the gang au that is like the main setting for 1p/2p these two are actually Aliens…. Yes aliens. Let me explain.

This isn’t meant to be like a slander of religion or what not, I just thought it’ll be a cool idea that your traditional alien and demon were actually aliens.

In the 1p/2p world humanity was created by two different Alien species fucking around on a planet and wanting too see what will happen if they created a creature made in their image but without any of their abilities. Hence the birth of humans, those humans called the species that had red skin, horns and tails Daimōn meaning “spiritual being that influences a person’s character.” And for those with blue skin, wings and a hallow they called them Angelus meaning “a messenger , those who are guardians.”

They called them this because at the beginning the Daimons would be the ones trying to influence the new species to explore new things, feel new emotions and experience others to observe how they would react to certain circumstance.

While the Angelus would be the ones to set certain standards, make them question their actions and to look at the results, try to make them think before they act. And helped them with any problems that might pop up.

At the beginning both these specifics of aliens worked together but over time they started to argue with each other for having different view on which direction to lead this new species. In the end it started a fight and humans caught in the middle. Over time humanity view on Daimons shifted to view them as pure evil becuase they blamed their actions on them. “They’re the ones who encouraged me to follow my desire, they’re the ones who said to ignore what other say and do what I wished. It’s thier fault for the fighting, it’s their fault for the temptations” and they view Angelus as their savior “they helped me with my problems, if I devote myself they will help me be safe, if I follow certain rules I shall prosper, they saved us from the fighting”

Both species of aliens eventually stopped fighting and agreed to leave humans be and check back every 100 years to check on their progress of things but to not interfere.

but this rule was broken by a select few who wanted to poke at humanity to see how they react.

In the case of 1p Cartoonz who is a Daimon (Demon) he was at earth watching how humans could be kind one second and vicious the next. He actually stumbled across Delirious who was a thief and a small time gangster fighting to feed himself but got caught in a bigger gang scheme and ended up being shot and dumped in an alleyway for dead. Cartoonz made a deal with him because he wanted to see what will happen if an ordinary human who got double crossed and thrown under the bus had abilities of the supernatural kind.

In the case of 2p Cartoonz who is a Angelus (Angel) he was sent to earth by his council to bond with a baby to learn how to experience Empathy and Remorse because unfortunately for 2p Cartoonz and his society he was born with traits of a psychopath who could not understand or feel empathy, guilt or love towards another. So bonding with a baby would help him experience these emotions from new born to adult hood. Of course 2p Cartoonz hated this idea and when he heard stories about 2p delirious who others called a lifeless machine, an emotionless attacked dog, he decided to create a bond with him because it would be far more exciting than following a baby around being an invisible figure who couldn’t interact with anything or anyone.

the rest is history lol. Of course this information is subject to change if I feel that some details need to be changed but overall this is the setting in regards to demons and angels for me.

#long post is long #2p au #2p cartoonz #cartoonz #asks for jessi #Sorry for the late reply

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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years

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I Need a Doctor (Strange x Reader)

I Need a Doctor (Rated T)

Request?: YES (for Anon: comfort fic)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: A bit of angst/self-deprecation, but otherwise fluff and Stephen being just the sweetheart we know he is.

Summary: One night, you wake up feeling incredibly sick. When your boyfriend (who happens to be the Sorcerer Supreme and world's ex-top neurosurgeon), comes to your aid, new questions surface in your mind. Just how will it change your relationship with the good doctor?

!! NO MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS !!

You shook your head violently, hands twitching as they gripped onto the satin sheets between your fingers. This was the second time you had threatened to pull them up and over your face in an attempt to protect yourself. “No!” you exclaimed.

“Take it!” the voice of Doctor Stephen Strange said from above you. It was obvious he was growing impatient. Frankly, you didn’t care. This was a matter of life and death.

“No!” you drawled out again as you wrapped the sheet around your face.

“For God’s sake,” Stephen was exasperated now. “Just take the damn pill!”

“That thing is huge, Stephen. It’s the size of an avocado pit.”

The Sorcerer Supreme heaved another sigh. You couldn’t see his face from under your cover. Maybe that was for the best. Although, you could already envision the look of disdain across his facial features. “For the last time. It will not hurt you.”

You pulled the covers off your face and glared at him. “That’s easy for you to say when you don’t have to worry about choking and dying!” An accusatory index finger was pointed in his direction. You were on the verge of another coughing fit, but because you just had to be stubborn, your voice was now coming out as scratchy as a record. “You said it was small!!”

“It is small!”

“Like hell it is!” you retorted. “If that’s small, then the moon is a potato chip! I can’t swallow that pill. If I even attempt to, I will gag, choke on my own vomit, and die.”

Stephen scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I think you’re being a bit dramatic, dear.” When you merely glared at him, Stephen gave a small smile in return. “Alright, fine. On the off chance you do choke, I know CPR.”

You allowed yourself a moment to contemplate his offer. Even though you would be unable to breathe, the idea of your boyfriend’s lips on yours sent a tingle down your spine. It always felt like the first time with him, mainly because this whole relationship thing was new in the first place. You had originally met Stephen at the New York Public Library, where he had chosen to return all thirty-seven of his library books....at once. Looking back, you wished you could have come up with something quirkier to say to him – something you could both find funny, instead of your sarcastic self bleeding onto the surface.

“Introverted bookworm,” you had said as you scanned the final item, a copy of Moby Dick.

“Pardon?” Stephen glanced up at you with a quizzically raised eyebrow.

“Introverted bookworm. They dedicate all their time to reading and nothing else.” You shrugged. “Not big on parties, large crowds…having lots of friends…”

The sorcerer before you lifted his arms shakily to his chest and crossed them in a silent challenge. “Oh, really? You think I’m one of these bookworms?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “And what makes you deduce that, Sherlock?”

You first pointed to the pile of books that you had finally finished scanning in, then to the new stacks of material he planned to check out that afternoon. “Clearly someone who starts his week with this much literature isn't in the habit of spending time with others.”

“Oh, this? No, this is just some light reading,” a sheepish grin stretched across Stephen’s face.

“Then I’d certainly hate to be on staff when you decide to actually go ham.”

It had taken some time, but the two of you ultimately forged a bond. You connected over your mutual love for books and literature. That connection grew stronger as you began to learn more about each other. Though you weren’t sure why at first, Stephen told you about Christine. He told you how they met, worked together after college, and how they had needed to part ways… it wasn’t until he invited you for coffee that you finally put the pieces together. He told you of his past to show you his future, or at least what hoped his future would look like, with you.

Now here he was, standing in your bedroom with a cup of orange juice in his right hand and a large red pill in the other. When you had woken up feeling like Hell burned over, you didn’t think twice before calling your boyfriend. He may not have been a primary care doctor, but Stephen still had the experience working with a variety of patients over the years. He knew which drugs would be best to help whatever ails you. Within seconds, a portal opened in your living room to reveal just the man you wanted to see.

You instantly regretted the call, though, when you witnessed Stephen step through the portal. He was in his pyjamas. A soft heather grey t-shirt had been tossed on over his red and black plaid pants. His hair was also a tousled mess with stray black strands sticking in his eyes.

“You didn’t need to come,” you had argued. “I could handle it myself-”

“You’re sick,” the groggy voice of your boyfriend caused you to shiver. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t come to help you?”

While you were beyond grateful to have him in your life, you didn’t want to have to bother him with something as trivial as this. You wanted to show him that you could be strong. The last thing you wanted was to portray this weak significant other who always needed their boyfriend to constantly save the day.

Every day while Stephen fought against the dark forces of the Mystic Arts, you sat behind a desk mindlessly documenting damage from the latest whack-job that attacked New York. Nothing you did was exciting or remarkable. Even before he had become the Sorcerer Supreme, Stephen still saved lives through his work as a neurosurgeon. Granted, it never resonated with him as it did now, but it demonstrated his courage and overall strength.

You never had that chance. Instead of going out into the fight, you chose to run away from it and let those much more powerful save the day. It made you feel weak. You could be better – you could always be better. Stephen deserved better. In fact, he deserved the world. That’s why you never could understand why he chose to be with you instead of trying to get back together with her. Doctor Christine Palmer always seemed to understand Stephen and his personality. From what he told you, she was fearless and never let anything get in the way of helping her patients. She was a wonder woman – and everything you could never measure up to.

“So are we just going to stare off into the distance or are we going to take this pill?” Stephen’s voice snapped you out of whatever dazed state you were in. “I wasn’t joking about that CPR offer.”

You risked a glance up at him. He was smiling now, his multi-coloured eyes flickering between sincerity and genuine concern. “Stephen, I’m not going to get you sick.”

A sigh escaped his lips. “Do you ever stop worrying?” You flinched, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the Sorcerer Supreme. “Touchy subject, alright. . .” He crossed his arms. “Do you want to tell me what’s really going on here?”

There was a period of silence as you thought about sharing the truth with your boyfriend. You knew you needed to tell him at some point. Relationships were built on trust and honesty. If you felt this relationship wasn’t established for the right reasons, and you couldn’t even trust him to know that fear, maybe you weren’t meant to last. “I don’t know why you’re here,” you said at last.

“What do you mean you don’t know why I’m here?” Stephen gave a chuckle. “You called me.”

“That’s not what I mean, Stephen. I mean I don’t get why you’re here…in a relationship…with me.”

The sorcerer in front of you placed the items he was holding in his hand down on the nightstand. With some effort, he crouched next to your stretched form. A shaky hand trailed from the top of your hair to the swell of your chin. “Darling,” Stephen said softly, “it’s because I love you.”

“But I’m not perfect,” you hated how vulnerable you sounded. The congestion mixed with the tears that were threatening to spill out of your eyes made you sound like a five-year-old. You felt like a five-year-old with the fit you were pitching over the entire situation. “I’m not strong enough. Hell, I can’t even handle a stinking cold! I’m not a superhero. I don’t save lives as a doctor. I’m not even your type.”

“And who decides who my type is?” The amusement had left Stephen’s face completely by this point. When you started your breakdown, he realised just how much you believed what you were saying. It hurt him to see you like this -- so down on yourself that you didn’t even see what he could. You couldn’t see the strong independent person he fell in love with, who would do anything to get a story to see the light of day.

“Your type is someone strong, who can save the world,” you stared into his eyes. “You deserve someone who gets you completely, who is just like you. Not someone who’s a wimp and runs from danger. Someone like Christine. Why don’t you just leave?”

You could almost see the heart shatter behind Stephen’s green-blue eyes. He couldn’t believe you were doing this to him, much less to yourself. “Who I need,” he said before he brushed his lips against your forehead, “is someone who makes me smile; who makes me feel special. Someone who is willing to fight their editor with a stapler gun- and nearly be fired for it- in order for a story about a children’s shoe store shutting down to be sent to print-”

“Gary’s Shoes has been a staple in Greenwich since I was a kid! To have it torn down after fifty years would be ridiculous. Joe could just go screw himself if he thought I was just going to let that story slide into the recycle bin.”

A chuckle escaped Stephen’s lips. “My little spitfire,” he mumbled. “The point is…” He reached over to grab the cup of orange juice and sat next to you. “There is only one person out there for me and that's you. You’re my type. You're just the person I want. I don’t want Christine. I want you and only you.”

You shifted on the mattress to sit back up, sighing softly. “But you don’t need to keep taking care of me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.” Stephen brushed back a stray strand of hair from your eyes. “I don’t need to take care of you. I get to help you and I want to.”

“But you could get sick…” you fought back weakly.

“Well, then you’ll just need to take care of me,” Stephen replied as he swung his legs to lay down next to you, cup still in hand. “I think you would make an excellent nurse. Now, can you please take the pill so we can move onto the next part of your treatment?”

You frowned. “What treatment?”

“A nice long nap. With cuddles. Doctor’s orders.” A smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Without another hesitation, you took the cup and swallowed the evil monster gargantuan pill (although it did take some effort). As soon as you cleared the remaining liquid, you launched yourself against the soft material of Stephen’s t-shirt with a happy sigh. You gave a small hum as his hands made their way up the back of your shirt, providing you with a skin-on-skin contact you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“I love you,” you whispered as your eyelids began to flutter.

“I love you,” the sound of Stephen’s low voice vibrated within his chest, causing you to smile while you drifted off to sleep.

Little did you know that as you made your way into dreamland, Stephen was watching over you with a small smile of his own. That evening, he made a vow to himself that someday very soon he would show you how much you meant to him. He would be there for every sick day, every great day, every bad day. Each night, you would go to bed and he’d be there. There would be no doubt of the love you shared with each other. Christine would be but a distant memory to you both because Stephen had finally found you.

He chose you.

And he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life loving you with all his heart.

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Author's Note: Ugh my heart hurt in the best way writing that ending. Sorry Anon if that didn't meet what you were requesting!! I'm currently sick with another cold, so my inspiration wasn't that unique this time. But let's keep the domestic!Stephen Strange going, yeah? :)

To provide a mini-update, uni has just started up for me recently, so I'm not sure how my schedule is going to hold up. I hope to have some time to write and post like usual, but I do plan on scheduling some posts in advance so there is content for you all! As usual, don't forget to leave a like, a comment, and even a reblog because it really helps me out here! And if you want to request a fic, make sure to check out my Request Guidelines before sending a request through an ask. I may be a bit selfish, but please give me some Variant!Stephen requests. I need an excuse to write some after watching MoM!

Until next time, loves (I feel like I need a name for my readers...help me pick one!)!

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iwasthewind · 10 months

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I have like 2 questions lol

Do you have any childhood Monoma hcs

What in the ever loving toast crunch is a "Spiral Cat"?

Anon, two hours after you sent this ask, I had half my answers typed out. A plethora of hcs. I giggled to myself as I tapped away. There was a wine glass filled with cranberry juice in my hand. (That was a lie. It was a normal glass with guava juice.) I was happily sniggering and wondering how I'd explain what a Spiral Cat is (is the name not explanation enough? It's a Spiral Cat/j) when something truly dreadful occurred- someone called my name.

I looked up, smiling, my phone in my hands. "I got you a new candle!" They said. I gasped, delighted.

I cleared the tab.

AFSHJSSKSKSK FORGIVE ME, HORROR SLOWLY DAWNED ON MY (BEAUTIFUL/J) FACE AND I STARED, APPALLED. THE LIGHT WAS SUCKED OUT OF MY EYES. MY SKIN TURNED SALLOW. MY BONES TURNED TO DUST.

I procrastinated after that, sorry agsjsjsnsk. Anyway, here you go!

Monoma was one of those kids who tried to act really grown up and it came off as just alarming and/or funny sometimes. He tried to use big words and sometimes either didn't know what they meant, or butchered them- you can guess how that turned out 💀. It's a habit that he didn't really grow out of.

I feel like Monoma really clung on to things that had little value to others.

He wouldn't let his parents discard dying plants, torn clothes, chipped vases or the like. "The plants can get better! The vase looks okay when you turn it this way! I can wear this shirt when I play in the sand!"

He'd get so distressed when they tried to argue that they'd relent every time.

As a result, current Monoma's room back home is completely cluttered with old things. The number of cupboards and drawers is ever increasing, but he refuses to part with any of it.

A handkerchief belonging to a friend-turned-bully. A broken fountain pen that used to belong to someone who was a friend before she moved away. Old notebooks filled with silly drawings and stories. His (now deceased) cat's old collar and toys that he refuses to let the current one use. A half painted vase. A stained friendship band.

Monoma had trouble retaining friends. He 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 them easily enough, but it was difficult to connect with him and they'd usually find someone they got along with better and slowly leave.

As a result, he got along well enough with everyone, but there were no actual, close friends in the picture and nobody to defend him when he really needed someone to. It got a little lonely sometimes. Until it didn't, because-

"It's just bread! Moron!"

A cat. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 Cat. It was an ugly tabby with claws and teeth that were too long, and fur that was too matted and dirty, and a hiss that was far louder than any he'd ever heard before. Everything about it was "too much-" her eyes were too dark, too cruel, she was too plain, too aggresive-

Cats scared Monoma, but for this one he felt nothing but pity.

"I got you bread, Tsundere. What- stop with the face. It's bread. B-R-E-A-D."

He didn't quite understand what trauma was, but he figured it looked something like this.

He never really managed to domesticate Tsundere, and even though he gave in to his parents' wishes and agreed to gymnastics and french lessons, he wasn't allowed to bring the cat into the house unless it rained or snowed.

The cat didn't care about such trivial human boundaries. It was their fault- why leave the windows open?

Tsundere, at this point, was too used to being called Tsundere and refused to respond to any other names.

She hated being touched too much and really was a Tsundere, but when Monoma was sick- it really wasn't too bad- she panicked, was inconsolable and remained pressed against his side, purring and trying to make him feel better. She did not make a move to eat for hours, not until Monoma forced her.

She died two years later (she was old) and it was Monoma's turn to be inconsolable.

Is this how you write hcs I've never actually done this before

Moving on

Monoma watched a lot of Ghibli movies when he was very smol, so most of them flew over his head

He really loved the aesthetic, though

He wanted to dress up as Howl for Halloween, but where could you find a Howl costume for a seven year old? Perhaps if you tried-

His grandmother cackled and dressed him up as Calcifer. He still has the costume.

I honestly feel like his parents were physically very present, but emotionally quite absent in his life. They were also overwhelmingly pragmatic sometimes.

"Consider it, Neito. It may never work out. You cannot become a hero with your quirk."

They never really taught him to socialize, or to differentiate between right and wrong. He had to navigate those waters largely on his own.

As a result, some relationships (platonic or otherwise) were pleasant, some were painful and some were just bland. All of them were learning experiences, though.

He has ADHD. He doesn't know it. His middle school teachers brought it up to his parents, who dismissed it with a flick of the wrist and "it's alright, he can manage."

He couldn't manage. An older Monoma with a diagnosis and medication was royally pissed when he found out they already knew.

"You could have told me! Do you think it was easy?! Do you know how many breakdowns I've had? The difficulties I ran into at school? The issues I've had with my self worth? Of course it's easy for you, but it was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 so for me!"

He loved sweet things with a burning passion

He read the first few chapters of Coraline when he was younger, and only touched the book again when he read it with Reiko in UA.

He accidentally ran headfirst into the world of fanfiction at ten, looked over the edge, underestimated the drop and jumped without a parachute.

He has AO3 (he loves it), Quotev (it's good), Deviantart(rarely uses it), Tumblr (meh, sometimes good) and Wattpad ("why do children keep coming here? I hate this").

Reads fanfiction (and writes it as well) but has a tendency to discontinue or have really long hiatuses

Setsuna keeps harping on and on about a wonderful fanfiction that the author discontinued. Monoma who forgot to update it one time and consequently forgot it existed:

She wasn't pleased when she found out

Oh shoot you wanted childhood hcs

What has this turned into

I'm so sorry I'm vv distracted rn but I feel like I need to post this already (it's been way too long ahzjakksk)

#ily for your patience anon (although you've probably forgotten you requested this by now and it's what I deserve)#monoma neito #monoma hcs #bnha #reiko yanagi #mha #idk don't hesitate to ask for more #or even oneshots lmaoo #sheesh I shouldn't have forgotten to do this if was fun #drink lots of water and eat well anon #setsuna tokage #iwasthewind

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hot-take-tournament · 6 months

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Hi, the one anon with a stalker story here. Basically, it started around February of this year, sort of. I, a cringefail lesbian wasn't exactly going out with a girl, but we mutually like each other, so I was gonna ask her to the Sadie's dance that was soon, but my almost-stalker did, I had a little thing of self-discovery, but the important thing from this was my almost-stalker and I both liked her, but it was a thing of us both wanting her to be happy (tbh I felt like I got led on, but I learned later they went as friends). Anyways, after my almost-stalker also got her heart broken by this girl, we talked for a bit, we shared a class (choir). I heard that she was kind of weird and creepy, but it was a thing of not judging people before I met them. The first red flag was the fact that she knew where most of her friends live, only because of the location feature on snapchat, even having pictures of their houses, a lot of which without the knowledge of the person. A few days later, I was waiting for my friend after school, because they live near me and we go home together (they let their girlfriend drive their car to a clinic nearby because she was going into a medical field and worked there for experience) and my almost-stalker was there, near a rock pit (kind of important, I promise). So, because me and my friend and my almost-stalker are a group of gays, we were looking around the rock pit, picking up pretty rocks. As a small sign of friendship, I gave my almost-stalker a pretty rock I found. Later, she got my number from a friend. That evening, she was texting me, and said that she liked me (specifically, one of the questions of "what would you do if I liked you"), so I replied as kindly as I could, saying I didn't like her back. A half hour later, she was asking where I lived. After two answers of just the town I was in and the area nearby she said "It's OK. I will only watch you through you windows" (actual quote from her). I am a very paranoid person, and I was getting VERY nervous, texting two of my friends about it (the one who gave my phone number to her and another friend mostly unrelated with the incident). The one friend who gave my number (who was apparently high at the time) was joking about giving her my address because "it would be funny". So there I was, crying, hands shaking texting my other friend how scared I was about it. I kind of just didn't reply to my almost-stalker, though she was trying to find out where I lived still, through something I said. I haven't really talked to the girl since, though I tried my best to get a sick day because of how terrified I was of going to school the next day. I'm fine, a little paranoid still, but fine 👍 (sorry this is so long)

i've never had a stalker, so i can't say i know exactly what that's like - but i think i can relate to that feeling of paranoia

over the past couple years i've lived in some dangerous areas, and i've had people jump me in the street, wait for me outside buildings, and follow me home; and sometimes i feel as though i'll spend the rest of my life never being truly safe

it's an awful feeling, and i wouldn't wish it on anyone

i know you sent this months ago now, so i don't know if you'll read this, and i'm really sorry for not responding when you first sent this; but i hope you're still doing okay <3

#anon #not a poll #cw stalking

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dontbotherwiththepronunciation · 8 months

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Have people actually responded overly negatively to your more critical opinions? (Rhetorical question lol; Not doubting it, just a little shocked )

I’m new to the fandom and this makes me almost not want to engage anymore 😅 you’re so polite when expressing your opinions and it never feels like an attack on individual fans but just critical thinking about the source material and fan reactions so this feels. Really sad tbh.

Personal:

It’s kind of you to ask and I’m grateful for your words. I try to be respectful but I’m often afraid of turning into those I hate.

In all honesty, I think a big part of my fear comes from how bad of an experience the 2016 fandom was. Most of the theonbloggers from then are gone now but many of their followers/mutuals/friends who looked and said nothing remain and it automatically makes me more paranoid. The racism and homophobia was unbearable and came from the most popular blogs back then and out of those who remain I can think of only two who moved a finger to stop it.

The present is better but now there’s more of us so it’s less targeted but more prevalent, I think, often even unintentional. Back in February I made a Theon poll and it got criticism. Some of it was fair and constructive, some wasn’t. It was then followed by nasty anons. The nasty anons came back in the recent past over not liking ships involving the squid prince and the Starks. There was also an incident of being accused and shamed for being a thramsay shipper (which I am not). Recently I perceived an uprising of show defenders who criticised book-only people for “gatekeeping”, not accepting show canon and being overall upset about the blatant miscasting of “dark” characters. On the survey there was an abundant majority who were almost aggressively defendant of A|fie A||en as Theon’s actor, yet with exception of my irls, every person agreed he at least did a good job with what was given to him or just praised him. The animosity for him wasn’t present at all but there was a lot of animosity for anyone who might eventually criticise/dislike him as Theon’s actor. I was also vagued about on the survey seven times, on four other different occasions I was attacked due to my wording (someone sent me suicide bait over a misreading of the sexually repressed Theon question), two people accused me of the survey being actually a throbb survey and another one said it was an anti-throbb survey.

There was also a case in which someone misread two questions and mixed them up so they told me all the many fandom trends they loved and then listed the blogs they despised (mine was among them). That one was at least funny and it made me wheeze. I am not even mad at that person, I applaud that audacity.

However, I am still here! Which is test to the fandom on itself because I rarely stay in fandom spaces for longer than six months, at said point I decide to become an hermit and consume stuff by myself (even without negative experiences). I still think this is a vast improvement compared to 2016 and I’ve gotten to meet some really cool people who aren’t always of the same opinion but are respectful and have so many fascinating ideas to explore! It can be so relieving once you find a small niche of people to debate and daydream with (and admittedly sometimes just complain). The mean people on the survey were also just a minority compared to all the rest of the responders, many of which were kind, honest and very open. I often found myself snorting while reading the proposed “wish fulfilment endgames” because you could tell how much they cared for the character. The thought “I want to be friends with this person” was more present on my mind than the few mean responders were.

This was also a less frequent case, but sometimes when people told me about the blogs whose Theon posting they enjoy they would write longer texts explaining why, and some of that was very touching. I wasn’t namedropped often but a few of my mutuals/people I follow were and it always made go “Yes! I agree! They are amazing aren’t they?! I loved their meta on [insert topic] and-“ seeing people gush over their friends is always a joy.

Also someone referred to my posting as “Jeyneposting” and i consider that the most emotionally significative description I could have gotten. Thank you!

TL DR: it’s not all bad. Until now I think it’s worth it. Good luck! : )

#fandom related #speaking

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 2 years

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Idk if you’re still doing the prompt list but if you are could you do 36 for Kunikida or Aktugawa? I think I’d be funny 🥴 also I’ll send you this ask twice w/once off anon so you can see my age 💜

Thank you so much for the request. I couldn't decide who to write for, so I chose both. It's my first time writing for Kunikida, so I hope it's not too terrible. Please enjoy.

No minors allowed.

You raise a brow, almost certain that you heard Dazai right. Your face heats up in embarrassment.

“You love messing with Doppo, don't you?"

“I can hardly resist," Dazai answers with a grin.

You turn up your eyes.

“Are you not supposed to be in that work meeting? Mister Fukuzawa is going over an important case."

It's normal for you not to attend; you are a clerk, but Dazai is an investigator. You sigh and set down your fork. Perhaps you should have gone out to lunch with Naomi and Kirako.

“I know I'm going to regret this, but what sort of test?" You ask.

Dazai grins and sits at Kunikida's desk.

“You are aware of his list, aren't you? I mean, you are dating him."

You are aware.

The Conditions for an Ideal Partner section of his notebook had been shown to you on the second date. No, you didn't meet the requirements for all 58 of them, but Kunikida had told you that you were an exception.

You grin as the memory floats into your mind.

“Yeah," you utter, answering Dazai's question.

“Then you know Kunikida would lose his mind if you break one of those conditions," Dazai mentions.

You raise a brow. Why would--

“Now hear me out," Dazai adds, raising his hands in defense. “I'm not suggesting you do something bad to upset him, but it would be entertaining to see him a little flustered."

Flustered? And what does this entail?

Dazai snaps his fingers.

“You could send him some suggestive pictures while he's in the meeting."

Is he serious?

“Were you sitting on this idea?" You ask.

“For a while," Dazai admits.

You snort. This man is horrible.

But he has a point; it would be interesting to see Kunikida flustered. You know how he feels about fraternizing at work and honestly, it's a little strict. You want to hold his hand or kiss his cheek every once in a while at work.

You hum.

“I'll think about it."

Dazai grins and stands.

“I'll leave you to it then."

You wave goodbye to him and return to your lunch.

It's not a bad idea. You sigh and go to the bathroom, taking out your phone.

One won't be too bad, you think.

Removing your clothes, you take a picture, sending it to Kunikida. He should see it after the meeting. You grin, redress, then return to your desk with an eager air around you.

When the meeting is over, you wait near your desk in anticipation as the ability users of the agency return to theirs.

But as Kunikida steps out, you notice how red his face is. Your eyes widen. Did he check his phone during the meeting? As his eyes meet yours, you know the answer.

Oh fuck.

Kunikida clears his throat and motions for you to follow him back into the meeting room. You do so without complaint. With the door closed, you clear your throat.

“Is there something wrong?" You ask.

He brings up his phone and shows you the image you sent him.

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

You snort.

“I didn't think you'd check your phone during the meeting."

“I thought it was an emergency," Kunikida mentions.

You hope no one else saw it. Your face heats up.

“Suprise!"

Kunikida fixes his glasses.

“While it was indeed a surprise, you shouldn't send naked pictures at work."

“So, you didn't like it then," you utter.

Kunikida widens his eyes.

“I was hard the entire time."

“I wish I could have seen," you mention with a wink.

His face turns red.

“Perhaps later. We should put our focus on work first."

You opt not to mention that Dazai had given you the idea. But he was right; seeing Kunikida flustered is entertaining.

“As you wish," you mention. “But the least you can do is kiss me. I won't tell."

Kunikida grins.

“As you wish."

Time slowly passes by, proving to be yet another boring day. It's not that there isn't work to do; it's that none of it interests you. Case after case crosses your desk but you quickly pass them off to Atsushi or Kenji. You crave action.

With a sigh, you lean back in your chair. Is there nothing to do? Perhaps you are being too choosy. You slide your phone from your pocket and open it, noticing a message in your inbox. When did this come in? You raise a brow.

Perhaps later, the message reads.

You grin. The sender is nameless - just a number at the top of the screen - but you know them, personally in fact.

Ryuu.

Or Akutagawa as he's known; the Black-Fanged Hellhound of the Mafia.

Someone who is supposed to be your enemy. And in a sense, you suppose he is; at least when you run into him. In private, your relationship is the opposite. There are no labels, but you like to think Akutagawa is something of a suitor.

It's a story for another time. The sexual tension had eventually become too much.

And now here you are, with a cell phone overloaded with secrets and a body covered in bites and bruises; good ones. You shiver as you reread the messages, reminding yourself that you had asked about his plans for the evening.

“Are you free?" You had asked.

This is the action you crave. You want Akutagawa so bad, that you can hardly contain your eagerness to see him.

To persuade him into coming over later, you hop out of your seat and walk into the bathroom, locking the door.

Removing your outfit, you take pictures as you undress. And once you are naked you take a few more just in case. You choose the lucky images then you send them to Akutagawa, smiling in excitement. You can't wait to hear from him.

But for now, as you wait, you might as well choose a case. Dressing, you return to your desk.

An hour or so later you hear your phone ring. You glance down at the screen and widen your eyes as the number Akutagawa uses pops up in the corner. Why is he calling you at work?

You excuse yourself from the table, having gone to lunch with Yosano, and walk out onto the terrace of the seaside restaurant to answer the phone.

“Hello," you utter.

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” Akutagawa shouts.

You snort, trying to contain your laughter.

“I wasn't aware you were in a meeting."

A sly grin pulls at your lips.

“Did anyone see them?"

“As if I would let anyone see my phone," Akutagawa answers.

You hear him sigh.

“And why are you taking naked pictures at work?" He asks.

“Because I was thinking about you, of course. And I wanted to make sure you had a reason to come by later," you answer.

You certainly hope so anyway.

“This is embarrassing," Akutagawa mentions. “I'm having to wait out in the bathroom."

"Did I make you hard? I want to see," you beg.

He grunts.

“I don't think so."

He's a party pooper. You pout.

“Does that mean you're going to come over later at least? I've been bored all day."

“I'll think about it," Akutagawa answers.

You peek back inside the restaurant to see Yosano waiting on you.

“I've got to go. I'm on a break but I have a case to work on."

Akutagawa hums.

“I have a task of my own to finish."

You hate to say goodbye, but neither of you is free, so you take one for the team, ending the call.

A minute later a message alert draws your attention to the screen. It's a picture message and what you see makes you weak in the knees.

Akutagawa had sent you a dick pic. And hard he is.

You swoon at the image, saving it to your gallery. But to be spiteful, you leave him on read, returning to the table.

That's what he gets for not giving you a straight answer.

#prompt request #bungou stray dogs x reader #kunikida x reader #akutagawa x reader #bungou stray dogs fanfiction

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ladyofthenoodle · 2 years

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anon who sent the ask about ladybug being ooc here, thank you for clearing that up! (Also for the post you reblogged. I wasn't the anon😅 but I really liked the points made in the answer.) I was kinda getting confused at all the accusations bring thrown around, of Marinette being a hypocrite (especially for Glaciator 2 and Kuro Neko I think??) and about the narrative not condemning her physically hurting Chat Noir this season and stuff. And takes saying how it was ooc for her to push away and hurt chat noir when she never did any of that in the previous seasons at all (and obviously, I don't agree with that either, but I couldn't understand why I couldn't agree with them, if that makes sense?)

Anyway, thank you, have a good day!

i’m glad my answer and the post i reblogged was helpful! sorry for thinking you might’ve been the same anon—i guess there were just enough posts to that effect going around that multiple people had the same question!

i think my previous response mostly addressed the “doing things she didn’t do in previous seasons” thing, and i’m not sure what they mean about her being a hypocrite. but i do want to take a minute to assert that ladybug has never physically hurt chat noir. they are in supersuits that protect them. we’ve seen chat noir get bodyslammed into a building by an akuma and he walked it off. ladybug throwing him into a dumpster (or whatever other instances people are referring to) is not going to physically hurt him. we don’t know exactly how impenetrable the suits are but it’s pretty safe to say that the things we’ve seen her do to him aren’t causing him any physical pain. that’s not to say that it doesn’t make an impact or it can’t hurt him emotionally, because he is obviously hurt in glaciator 2, but he’s mostly heartbroken and guilty. i never got the impression that he was upset about her throwing him at all. in fact, i would venture to say that even if she hadn’t thrown him or yelled at him, and instead brought up the things that bothered her calmly and civilly, he would’ve been equally or maybe even more upset (because if she asked him to meet with her to discuss it and laid things out calmly he would’ve assumed this was something that had been upsetting her for a while and not just a heat of the moment thing)

now there is a separate issue of the way gender norms play out in slapstick comedy (which is all that scene was, something that i know other people have discussed in depth already but i can’t remember who or where atm). the show probably wouldn’t ever show chat noir doing this type of thing to ladybug, but that’s not meant to be a statement on the specific characters or their dynamic. violence in slapstick comedy is usually shown between two people of the same gender or a woman doing it to a man, because that’s funny and a man doing it to a woman is not (ymmv on this of course). and yeah miraculous does fall into these patterns and isn’t challenging them, but it’s also a kid’s show and they’ve got to meet network standards of being family friendly. and it’s okay if people don’t appreciate slapstick comedy in general or wish the show would challenge these norms! but when they start saying stuff like “the narrative isn’t condemning ladybug” they are twisting the issue into something it’s not.

#miraculous ladybug #fandom being fandom #ml fandom salt #glaciator 2 discourse #i hate that we are still talking about this but since we are i’m saying my piece #ask

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a-student-out-of-time · 1 year

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Real question time, how are we gonna ensure we Anons decide the Damian incident wasn’t bad enough and make a even worse mistake? It’s all well and good saying you lot have faith and trust in us but in reality we haven’t had been placed in a similar environment like Sunny Days before until now.

//Okay, I’ve been getting a lot of asks like this lately and I want to finally just address it. I know a lot of you have had this moment engraved this into your minds and you’re worried this could happen, but I’m just gonna be honest about this: it’s not gonna happen again, I promise.

//The Puppetmaster Arc has a lot of issues, and that moment was one I really wish I never wrote. I accept it was a bad idea, because it’s left a lot of people super worried about anything big happening. I’ve learned a lot since then, really tried to hone my craft, and I want to make it clear that it was a bad choice on my part, not yours. Especially because:

As I said, it’s made so many people worried about anything big happening

It opens the door for obnoxious types who want to derail the story because they find it funny. Thankfully seems like most of those vanished after the Puppetmaster arc ended.

It becomes a genuine slog to have to sift through 20 different asks all asking the same thing, usually anons being paranoid or ragging on themselves.

//So I’m sorry this feels like a “hand of the author” situation, but it’s really becoming an issue and I just want to finally address it. No, you’re not going to accidentally get someone killed just from sending asks. You might make people angry, sure, but if you want things to progress, I need asks I can work with.

//I’m not kidding, around the time I started this arc, I got like 30 asks that were basically one long pity party over that incident. Sifting through those for anything I could use to move the story along was honestly very draining.

//I’m not one of those writers that tries to one-up the audience, like “Oh, you thought I was gonna do that, but actually X!” and I apologize if I’ve given anyone that impression. All I ask is that these sorts of asks and the anon pity party asks please stop getting sent, because it actually makes it harder for me to get anything done ^^;

//There will still be consequences for certain actions, sure, but the Puppetmaster arc moment was a one-off mistake on my part and I take full responsibility for it. We’re not gonna have it happen again, I promise.

#mod talks #a student out of time #real talk

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blackberry-gingham · 2 years

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Hey so you don’t need to answer this if it makes you uncomfortable…but I just noticed that you post about your faith a lot and you seemed pro lgbt so I wanted to reach out. I used to be very Catholic (like my family never missed mass kinda deal) But when I came out as gay, my family and the community pretty much rejected me so I left the church. I’m very left leaning, and so many Catholics I’ve met have told me you can’t be Christian if you aren’t conservative (and straight…)

How do you deal with it all? Because sometimes I miss my faith. But I also feel like there isn’t a place for me in it anymore with the way the world is.

Also I understand you’re just a girl and not like the authority on the church lol. I guess I was just wondering how you deal with the negativity.

(Also, this was all sent with love and absolutely no judgment. Sorry if it reads funny. I think you’re great!)💙💙💙

Hey anon! Sorry this took a few days, but no problem at all!

First I want to say that Christianity and Catholicism are not actually interchangeable/the same religion (this is why, as I assume you've seen lol, I remark that nightcrawler and I have similar religions instead of just saying "we have the same" one). So although I'm familiar with Catholic beliefs, I can only truly speak from a Christian standpoint here; But I'll still respond and I hope my own experience can maybe help light some direction for you :)

I guess with the above stated, I can't really tell you how to deal with negativity from the Catholic church considering I myself am not Catholic. However, I can tell you that anyone who would claim themselves as a Christian and yet utilizes persecution and fear tactics (i.e: you can NEVER be saved if.... Blah blah blah) is, at best, misinformed on what Christianity actually is, and at worst, is actively withholding the Christlike love that a self professing Christian is meant to be exuding.

I know this isn't the question at hand, but I really want to make sure you and anyone else reading this understand that if these people oh so truly believed that these things you've mentioned were sins, then the last thing they should be doing is casting you away. "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone", after all. Know this: We are called to love one another unconditionally, because God loves us unconditionally, and I would encourage you to search for a church body that understands and practices this truth.

Keeping that in mind as I come back to your question, I've seen behavior like this even under Christianity, so I suppose the best I can say is to 1) understand that they are wrong for their actions with the negativity as you've described it and 2) that, although I know it feels hard to believe or impossible to find, there are people of your faith out there who will be accepting as they should be.

I say this bc I too have had problems trying to find a like-minded church group, and it was very difficult for me too for a while there and I mean over a year of sticking to one place, trying a few others, and then finally arriving to a place where I saw the type of things I should be seeing from my religious fellows. That's the key is the thing, it's all about keeping up the search and knowing what you are looking for in the church body. Things can only get better if you try to work towards it, and I can speak from experience that you will find what you're looking for if you're willing or able to experiment around with new places!

I hope this answered your question and I'm so sorry things are so difficult for you right now, but all things happen for a reason and struggles, no matter how daunting, cannot last forever when we hold onto faith and aim for better circumstances. Have courage my friend, and I wish you luck and encouragement to pursue your faith and find a church establishment who accepts and loves you as they are meant to :)

#asks #religion

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bi-sapphics · 2 years

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so coming back to this post where i stated that my early days of bi pride were around the ages of 12-13 and how lucky i was that i never saw anything that could snap that vulnerability in half like i do now, i kind of wanna talk about a similar process from when i first discovered i could be nonbinary at 15. back then i used to think it was this sacred thing that you had to "qualify" for and i never realized until about a year or so of experience in that i could really be anything i want. so until then, i clung tightly to being a she/they nonbinary demigirl because i hadn't even heard of everything else yet and figured if i had, i wasn't good enough to use anything beyond a basic label - which is ironic, because the only reason i got to that point in the first place was after reading all these positivity carrds that encouraged nonbinary people to accept themselves and insisted they could use whatever labels and pronouns they wanted. oh well, i digress.

something that's really super important to note for the time being before i get into my point, was that i was still first questioning whether i was a lesbian or "just" bi - yes, that internalized biphobia goes a long way back for most of us, unfortunately. at this very moment in time, i was starting to lean towards accepting bisexuality. i did try on the lesbian label for about a year not too long later, but that was, again, later.

so, in other words, i was your stereotypical she/they bisexual demigirl. the "cishets" of both the LGB and T communities, although i didn't realize that's how i would be seen for years.

now that i got my backstory out of the way, i think now it will make a little more sense why i'm advocating for those "she/they bi girls" jokes to stop, in addition to the "bi girls with boyfriends." it's not just biphobic, it's misogynistic and it can do some real psychic damage to younger bi sapphics. i probably would have been one of them had i been exposed to them during that time.

i mean, hell, i think this anon that i myself sent & response that took place on curiouscat back in march explain it all the best:

[ID: a screenshot of a curiouscat submission. the anonymous message reads: "confession: i stopped using she/they a while back PRIMARILY just to avoid the hated misogynistic cis bi girl stereotype. i'm not cis but i'm sure i wouldn't be considered trans enough to be valid if i was a she/they. i guess it worked out because i don't really like they/them pronouns for myself anyway (i'm now a he/she), but i wish i hadn't felt pressured in order to be taken seriously. :/" following that paragraph, bizexuaiity responds: "i'm so sorry you've felt pressured and invalid in your previous pronouns :( that stereotype is bimisogynistic & disgusting and i really never liked these jokes or put up with them from anyone. never thought they were funny and i think she/they trans people are 100% valid. it's stupid because a LOT of trans people who use this pronoun set are TMA, as well. someone using she/her pronouns doesn't equate to cis woman and idk why many people act like that. even if you're AFAB it does not matter because it doesn't make you ANY less trans. you absolutely do not need to do anything extra to validate your transness, your existence is enough. you will be taken seriously by people who love and care about you. i hope you feel better about yourself by now."

like, this shit affects us negatively and for things that aren't even really our fault, let alone bad in any way at all. it's pretty much what i said in the first post i linked here, stop bullying bi women. it's not funny and it never has been. you can say whatever you like about how i never had it hard back then because i didn't, but i could have and many others have and still do. even i do now sometimes. so QUIT IT.

#chase.txt #biphobia #bimisogyny #bi girls #bi women #cis bi girls #she/they bi girls #she/they #they/she #bi demigirl #demigirl #nonbinary #bisexual #bi stereotypes #internalized biphobia

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clownsofthefandom · 2 years

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Let's discuss false information Pt. 3 🥤

Semi recently, one of the producers from Boy Kills World, Alex Lebovici, posted a video to his Instagram story. The video shows scenes from the safari ride that he and his family, along with Bill and Alida, took while in South Africa. Other videos and photos from that same day have been posted before by various accounts.

His video received attention because some people were claiming that Alida was seated far away from Bill while riding on the safari truck. You can see their truck briefly in Alex's video, though parts of it are blocked by a tree.

This is the screenshot from the video in question:

The woman circled in red is the person others are claiming is Alida. Bill can be seen between the tree branches, sitting behind this woman. A green arrow is pointing to him.

A few people are absolutely convinced that this is another testament of his hatred toward Alida. They're not even sitting next each other, can you believe it?!

Here is a screenshot from SimplestSimon's blog:

Here's a screenshot from AlidaMortox's blog:

After remembering a photo from that day of the safari ride that was posted online, I had a feeling they were incorrect and went to investigate it.

Annnnnd they were.

This is a photo posted from Boy Kills World producer Zainab Azizi's Instagram from that same day, from that same safari ride:

Now let's go back to that screenshot from the video...

The woman sitting in front of Bill (who some presume to be Alida) is clearly wearing a white hat, same as the woman sitting in front of Bill and Alida in Zainab's photo. You can also see a person seated to this woman's left side in the screenshot from the video, same as Zainab's photo.

Additionally, in Zainab's photo, Alida is seen sitting on Bill's right side, which you would never be able to see from this video because the trees are obscuring that part of the image and this video is taken from the left side of the vehicle (she is seated on the right side).

But hey, no big deal, we all make mistakes right? It's easy to confuse people from a blurry video shot from far away.

I sent a message to AlidaMortox's Ask box telling them this exact info. I even told them to check Zainab's post for confirmation. Because again, we all make mistakes and I thought they would like to know that people had this whole thing wrong.

However, based on the fact that this account didn't post the rest of that Anon's message (as we discussed in a previous post) not too long ago, I had a funny little feeling they wouldn't post this, and what do ya know?

AlidaMortox NEVER posted this info.

I wish I took a screenshot of me sending it in, but honestly? I had no reason to at the time.

These accounts claim to research things but clearly don't and suffer from confirmation bias (which is, for those who don't know, someone who has a "...tendency to search for, interpret, favor, and recall information in a way that confirms or supports one's prior beliefs or values.").

Because don't cha know it by now? Any information that disagrees with the narrative is NOT to be taken seriously.

...even when it's fact and is as trivial as seating location on a truck.

*Now shout it from the hills ya'll*: you can dislike someone and still be receptive towards new information. We're not fans of Alida, but yes, her and Bill were indeed sitting next to each other. It didn't break our brains to accept this.

And if this account wants to comment and claim they never received my info to them...

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård

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husky-twst-and-obeyme · 3 years

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Anon Asked : "You know how some twst fan artists like to draw Yuu with their face blocked out, usually by Grim? I have this headcanon that in the Twisted Wonderland universe, it’s impossible to get a picture of Yuu, there’s always someone standing in front of them, a piece of paper floating by, or they’re just out of frame, but no one noticed until after the picture was taken. No one knows why, Rook even tried to draw them once but a Pomefiore first year spilled nail polish on the picture when he finished. " I do like that idea! I did see one artist who just had a mickey shaped head with blank eyes and it really looked cool! Now as for the scenario or story i will only do Dorm leaders for this situation, if anyone wishes for more i will provide ! BUT i have a small twist :) Warnings: Cursing Riddle

Riddle wasn't sure why but he it really irritated him how whenever they did civil group pictures, you always end up blocked or something happens to you in your part of the picture

It's not your fault really but it bugs him

he made it a goal to get a perfect picture , such as asking for a selfie

He actually wasn't a fan of it but he wanted at least ONE good picture of you because he cherishes his friends

but EVERY. SINGLE . TIME . IT'S THE SAME-

He's frustrated to no end

He eventually gave up and just accepted fate

he even tried to draw you and it somehow got ruined which made his mood worst

At one point , you came to him with a strawberry tart to cheer him up but he was really pouty

You asked if he wanted to try the selfie again but you hold the phone , which he reluctantly agreed to

afterwards when you left , he went to see the picture and he couldn't believe his damn eyes

a perfect picture of you and him

" i don't know if i want to cry of joy or behead them . "

He stilled loved the photo and refused to show anyone else in case it somehow got ruined or deleted

Leona

He wasn't too interested in photos but in your case it caught his interest slightly

he noticed from school activity photos that your face was always somehow ruined.

he thought it was funny but rare

so he tasked ruggie to take a picture for a small amount , mainly because he thought it would be easy

plus it's not like he wants a photo of you for anything psssshh

but when ruggie returned , he was frustrated and tired

confused leona questioned him

"Leona san. i loved getting money from you but i might just not even try anymore ..."

he got baffled that Ruggie had given up money for any easy task. or so he thought was easy

So thinking ruggie was being lazy , he went to do it himself

as a predator, he knows how to be sneaky and hide well , so once he locked you in , he took a snap

he looks ats the photo completely ruined

he took another , ruined. once again , it was ruined

he repeats many tries after and it all ends the same

" ahh fuck it ... " and went for a nap

later on you wanted a selfie with leona

being smug he said " would you even get the picture right ?~"

with a pout " of course i can!" you posed for the picture and snapped

he took a glance and he'll be damned ,, it was perfect

" don't talk to me for the next few day, herbivore."

"huh-"

Azul

azul didn't like photos , much at least because of certain ones of his past

though he took note of a particular incident

(Event after chapter 3) when you all took a picture at the museum , he noticed that your part of the picture , floyd's arm covered your face

He thought nothing of it until he noticed it often

Ace took a photo of you and deuce and somehow grim flew in front of your face

Cater took a selfie but it ended up blurred

it was pointless but hard to ignore so he assigned Jade and floyd into getting the perfect picture of you

after a couple hours, jade and floyd came back frustrated

even jade looked visibly irritated which was VERY rare to the point it scared Azul

they showed him nothing but blurry pics, he knew something was up because even jade wouldn't fail this bad

He knew he couldn't stand the chance if the tweels failed

but later on , you wanted to take a selfie with him

he refused immediately but you promised to keep the photo private , then he did agree , reculantantly

His immediate thought was that the picture would of been ruined anyways but was shocked to see a cute selfie of him and you

"....send me that picture . " you turned to him "what???" "SEN ME THAT PICTURE"

Kalim

We all know this absolute dork would love to take pictures , possibly from Cater's influence , because he sees it as a fun thing to do

So you , being one of his favorite people, he obviously wants a good photo of you

but to his disappointment, when he wanted to take a pic of you while you were at the gardens, it turned out super blurry

he thought nothing of it , just might of moved a bit , until the next one came blurry

he was getting semi frustrated and you had already left , so for once, he was actually grumpy to the point where he just asked Jamil to take a good picture for him

he felt lowkey bad of course but he was a tiny bit frustrated

Jamil didn't care until he had the same issue

Jamil tried a it but gave up when he kept getting the same result

then kalim was just sad , he just wanted a cute picture of you

you visited one day and he was his usual self but you here reminded him of the picture incident

you offered to try again , he was hard for him to say no to you

but after looking..you took a perfect photo

he wanted to cry and you were just so confused

hug him he needs it

Vil

Vil is a perfectionist of course, which includes photos too

you , him and a few others went on a small trip , you wanting to take a photo to remember the trip

you're one of the only people he's allowed for a picture minus fans because he's aware you just want a genuine picture and knows you won't share/ brag about it

Rook offered to take the photo

you two posed and rook took the shot but Vil automatically saw Rook's confused face

"Rook?.. is there a problem?" "non non roi du poison! I must of moved a little fast, part of it came blurry

he didn't think on it , just a small mistake no biggy

that was until the problem kept repeating itself

Irrigated , he took the camera and looked at the photos , each and every one of them was blurred of were you were at while vil looked completely fine

he slowly looked at you while you just stood there worried that we weren't going to get a picture

"Vil senpai? maybe i can just take a selfie? Rook's camera's probably broken"

sighing in defeat , he agreed ,after getting in a cute pose , you snapped a photo

he took a look and he was legit about to burst

It was an absolute beautiful picture

He was stunned that you did an even better job then rook

might make you his photographer

Idia

we all know for a fact, he hates pictures , at least mainly of himself

though he doesn't mind pictures of you

of course , he doesn't take pics of you willy nilly , he asks you first because he'd be hypocrite to take a picture of someone who didn't want a photo

You often cosplayed as some of his favorite characters and of course he'd want a picture of it but he was in for a surprise

The first time you cosplayed in front of him , he asked and you agreed

he snapped the photo , it blurred

he got irritated but thought nothing of it and tried again

still failed

he has plenty of cameras ( I dunno it's for the story make up your own reason XD ) and used a different one to get a photo

it failed and he tried many times , it was too a point he built up the courage *cough*two hours*cough to ask rook to help

he was dumbfounded when rook couldn't do well

you later went home , while idia was sad , he really wnated to take a good pic

soon after, you sent him a text

"I'm sorry you couldn't get a cute picture earlier, so i took a shot at it with a selfie!"

and there he saw the perfect picture

"...what the f**k is this voodoo magic- "

he of course loved it but he was so confused

Malleus

oh boy here we go-

he was still confused on the idea of photos

but he thought it was similar to a painting but it's instant

so of course he wants one with you

he attempts to use an old style camera (hey be lucky he made it this far)

he sets it up to where it takes a picture with a timer and you both pose

After it was done, he looked at the photo and somehow it blurred

he just thought it was a small mistake and tried again

second time, same result

this is where his temper slowly rises and it's shown every time it fails

and after about the 20th time , he smashes the camera

you attempt to calm him down and offered to use your phone

he agrees because he trusts you more than a dumb camera

after you took the photo, he was very happy , it looked wonderful

he didn't care about the camera anymore, he just cared that he got a good photo

I hope you enjoyed!

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