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what-do-bunyips-look-like · 10 months

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This crab day thing has gotten so frustrating so fast. The person who suggested it is an anti-abortion anti-feminist right wing christian transphobe. Many of the people spreading additional posts and info are ALSO anti-abortion right wing christian transphobes. Seriously. Start clicking their blogs when you see these posts. Search "abortion" and "feminism" and "trans" and "gender" and "groomer." This is really easy to confirm. But people don't give a shit because "crabs fun." okay.

And its not like people aren't aware of it at this point. Search "crab day" on tumblr and a good chunk of the results are asks saying "hey btw crab day was started by a transphobe/right wing christian." and most of those people have responded with something along the lines of "Um okay but like its a good idea though??? You guys can't even collaborate with conservatives for like a second to achieve a political goal? UGH this is why nothing ever gets done 🙄." or "Um okay but like that post had nothing to do with their political beliefs. so like its fine lol. Crab fun." Or "oh no omg im so sorry thats so gross i deleted the post but im still gonna keep reblogging all the other posts by the conservative transphobic anti abortion right wing christians whos blogs i wont check because we need to save tumblr!!!!"

Let me make this really fucking clear for those who don't get it: it doesn't matter if the post is not about their political beliefs. You and all your mutuals are reblogging them. You are making it easier for them to network and find each other. You are bringing them new followers, a bigger audience, a bigger platform and a bigger pool of people who will spread their oh so relatable non-political posts. Which will bring in more followers. And some of those new followers are going to be young dumbasses who are going to see all their posts about "groomers" and "mutilation" and the evils of porn and the horrors of abortion and how feminism actually harms women and do i need to tell you how that story ends?

You are showing that "crab fun" is way more important to you than the safety of trans tumblr users. You are giving them a bigger platform and a wider net with which to potentially harm trans people. By saying that you're not going to let their political beliefs ruin your fun, you're making it very clear that trans people are less important than your fun. And you're making it VERY fucking clear that you'd RATHER tumblr become a safe and welcoming place for anti-feminist anti-abortion right wing transphobes than give up fun crab.

You are showing that your need to throw money at a corporation is more important to you than trans tumblr users. I get where you are coming from. I do. You want tumblr to keep existing. I want tumblr to keep existing. I also want the other trans people who use this fucking platform to keep existing because frankly, they are the only reason i'm here. and if they aren't safe here and if you will throw us away just to keep tumblr shambling along a little longer then I have no fucking interest in tumblr.

"Okay but we need to save tumblr uwu!!!!" Look I'm just some dumbass and I don't know shit (and to be PERFECTLY honest, so are you), but I think this is a little more complicated than "if we raise enough money we can save the school/family farm/community centre/(insert cozy heartwarming thing that needs to be saved)!" As other smarter people have said, tumblr is operating at a yearly $30 million deficit. Thats $30 million just to break even. For one year. not become profitable. Its not a bail them out once and its all good forever situation. Tumblr is not a small message board run by volunteers who actually use donations to stay afloat. They are not a non-profit. They are not running a pledge drive. Throwing money at a corporation does not a nonprofit make. It makes you a consumer.

Your response to "tumblr making bad changes" is "give them money for making the bad changes to show that we don't like bad changes!! A reverse boycott'll show 'em!!" You sure about that??? (And some of you are calling this """""unionizing?"""" Put that word back on the shelf.) You don't know what you're doing and you're not listening to the smarter people who have tried to explain it to you. And once again, you're showing that this half baked scheme is more important to you than trans tumblr users. because crab fun.

And @everyone whos clambering over each other to "collaborate with conservatives for a good cause," we already fucking know that you love to do this shit. You are the same people who will say "yeah but theres bad people on both sides!!!" and who wont give up your Harry Potter or your Chick-Fil-A. You will throw us under the bus the SECOND it gets you something you want. Even something as stupid and small as pickle brine or a shitty videogame or fucking "crab day." And guess what. The second all your "shared goals" are accomplished and the conservatives get what they want FROM YOU??? You're going straight under that bus too.

And also, isn't it maybe a little hmmmm. SUSPICIOUS that CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIANS want to throw money at the site that we've been bitching and screaming at for how unfairly it censors any display of queer sexuality????? They don't have the same problems with tumblr that you do. You think that collaborating with THEM is gonna stop that? Gonna get the porn ban reversed? Gonna turn tumblr into a co-op? Gonna "unionize this bitch?" Hello????

If you must. MUST participate in this because crab oh so fun and tumblr is oh so in need of saving then for the LOVE of FUCK make your OWN POST and STOP PLATFORMING THESE PEOPLE. i don't want to hear "Oh but its a good idea it doesn't matter if a bad person came up with it separate art from the artist lol" if you're not MAKING AN ACTUAL EFFORT TO EXCLUDE THEM FROM THIS. BLOCK THEM. CHECK THEIR BLOGS. BLACKLIST THEIR URLS. ITS EASY.

and then maybe go give your $3 to an actual non-profit. or to an actual leftist independent organization. Or wikipedia. Or inaturalist. Or to one of the many hyperspecific message boards out there who are struggling along on donations from like 5 people. Or maybe, maybe, give your fucking $3 to an abortion fund or to a trans person's go fund me so they can buy food. Or to a womens shelter or a fucking homeless person or to any of the other people who anti-abotion anti-feminist right wing christian transphobes want to stop existing.

My partner is afraid to leave the house alone because people with these exact same political beliefs are in power. People are getting their HRT ripped away from them because people with these exact same political beliefs are in power. People are being forced to give birth because people with these exact same political beliefs are in power. Every day I'm ready to get the news that the state my partner is in is no longer safe and we have to figure out an escape plan. These people do REAL HARM in the REAL WORLD and their beliefs are, tbh, way more fucking insidious and mainstream and tolerated than those of TERFs.

But fun crabs are more important. okay.

#I have almost no followers here like 3 people will see this but i can't not say anything #prob gonna lose a few beloved mutuals over this screed tbh well so it goes #I'm sorry this is so aggressive i realize that some people still dont know but im VERY frustrated by the response here #I'm pinning this post and everyone who clicks on my blog to look at a cute bug has to see it #being trans on tumblr is infuriating #being trans in THE WORLD is infuriating #crab day #the crabbening #july 29 #crab week #save tumblr #anti crab day #etc etc etc #DO YOU REALIZE HOW FUCKING DISAPPOINTING IT IS TO SEE ALL THESE TAGS AND SEE HOW BIG THIS THIS HAS GOTTEN AND STILL NOONE GIVES A SHIT

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 8 months

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This is my first time ever requesting SMTH OML IM SWEATIN 😟 BUT I WANTED TO HAVE MY FIRST REQUEST BE TOWARDS YOU CAUSE UR WRITING IS SO GOOD AND BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN LIKE THE EMOTION UR ABLE TO CONVEY JUST THROUGH WORDS IS CRAZY N ADDICTIVELY DELICIOUS NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES IT HURTS MY SOUL ANYWAY MOVING ON (i love ur writing sm its so artistic)

this is so akward but like a reader who grew up around family members who'd get RLLY drunk n made her home super uncomfortable for her so like it's like a sensitive thing when she's around intoxicated people yk like n one day bill shows up late from a party pretty messed up n is kinda acting like an asshole lowkey aggressive LIKE ANGSTY YK UR AMAZING AT THAT n then the next morning bill wakes up hung over without reader in bed next to him confused n finally remembers n how royally fucked he is n hes like super apologetic

THATS ALL I GOT BUT UM IF U DONT FEEL COMFY WRITING IT I TOTALLY GET IT LIKE IGNORE THIS DELETE THIS DW, BUT IF YOU DO THANK YOU IN ADVANCE IYLSM

(this Lowkey sucks ass and I'm so sorry for making you wait this long for this piece of shit writing I wrote, jut I still hope you enjoy it and I'm so glad you like my works and my writing!)

Drunk & Sober Mistakes

Bill woke up with a pounding in his head, groaning as he flipped over onto his stomach. He reached for the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of water.

He drank from it like he was dehydrated for ten years, feeling like he was as he savored the feeling of it pouring down his throat.

"(Name)...?" Bill called out, his voice raspy and scratchy as he woke up, trying to see you.

Bill looked up confused when he got no response, looking around from the bed as best he could.

Bill groaned as he got up, almost stumbling as he made it to his feet and to the bathroom, desperately trying to get the taste out his mouth.

He brushed his teeth, almost gagging at the taste of the toothpaste with throw up in his mouth.

Bill finally has time to mull over everything, everything in small blurs except that he knew that he got drunk.

He came home, and for some reason felt in a bad mood, and unfortunately you were there as well, so you got some backlash.

Bill felt like hitting himself, especially as it came back in an almost tidal wave that he remembered everything.

Your family has problems with drinking, getting so drunk to the point of making you uncomfortable.

Bill promised to never do that to you, but now?

Bill felt the throw up coming back up as he realized he had broken that promise, and your trust.

Something Bill vowed to never do to you

As he did so, he heard the front door open and shut as soon as he heard it. Bill sighed, knowing it was you just from the sound of your footsteps.

Knowing he has to face you, and full of shame, he walks out of the bathroom to see you collecting stuff off the floor he had either knocked down, or dropped.

Watching you do so as he leaned against the doorframe only made him even more guilty.

You knew he was there from the burning and the feeling all over your body, but you chose to ignore him, feeling as he deserves it for what he has done last night.

At your silence and watching you trying to fix the bed, Bill sighed.

"I'm sorry, babe." Bill finally spoke up, looking as you stopped your movement, listening as he stepped closer, staying a little ways away as he didn't want to make you even more uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry for getting drunk. I…I didn't think I would get that bad." Bill sighed once more, walking closer to you as he heard you sigh as well, about to shrug him off.

"It's fine-"

"No, it's not. I fucked up. I'm sorry." Bill apologized once more, looking as you shook your head as he stood right behind you. Bill wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to put his chin on your shoulders.

"I'm sorry…" Bill repeated, kissing your cheek in light kisses as he heard you sigh, moving the hands to softly sit on his, so soft and quiet it was like you wouldn't notice your hands unless you spoke up about them.

"Just- just don't do it again…" you mumbled, looking over your shoulder slightly to see his face close to yours, a frown almost permanent on his.

"I promise you, I won't ever do it again." Bill reassured, pecking your lips softly once as he rubbed his thumb over your waist.

"...You were being a real asshole." You said, actually meaning it and thinking he deserves to hear it. Bill sighed, nodding softly as he knew he was.

Bill thought about something for a moment, to at least try and make it a little more better before he finally found it.

"...wanna smack me?" Bill offered quickly, getting a pause from you as you finally turned around to look at him.

"What?" You couldn't help but laugh at the suggestion, Bill smiling as he finally got a smile out of you.

"To make it better!" Bill laughed along, smiling as he put his hands on your hips.

"No!" You shook your head, objecting like he was crazy but he was smiling at the sound of your laughter.

"Come on, just one smack." Bill tried once more, tickling your sides softly as you playfully scoffed and moved his hands.

"Is this a new kink you're trying out?" You joked, Bill falling silent as he gave you a funny look.

You both gave each other little smirks, amused before you both bursted out laughing.

Bill chuckled, grabbing your arm and bringing you into a hug as you kept on giggling.

He rubbed your back, your arms and kissed your head.

"I'm sorry, again."

"It's fine…just promise to not do it again?" You mumbled out, smiling up at him from his chest as he chuckled, immediately nodding.

"I promise I won't ever do it again. Sticking to soda from now on, huh?" Bill asked, his hands on your waist now with yours around his.

"You most definitely are." You smiled back, scrunching up your nose as he leaned down and almost touched his nose with yours, still smiling.

"Well, got a soda cop here now, huh?"

"Yup, ass."

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#tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz x reader

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knightofhylia · 10 months

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On the topic of oppositional sexism, y'all the witchcraft community is RIFE with it.

My partner and I are both trans masc magic users and it's very hard to find a place where we fit in. We have both been on testosterone for a few years and he has had top surgery so it's not like we aren't """ passing """. Still ended up getting misgendered by a (and I quote) "Divine feminine embodiment guidess, creatrix for the celestial sisterhood who runs women's retreats and red tents"

I can't imagine that this woman has good opinions on trans people if 'guide' and 'creator' are too masculine. Just feels like Wombyn all over again. Anytime I see "Divine Feminine" and "Divine Masculine" being used I move along because I know it's a short step from divine genders to transphobia. There's no issue with wanting to be more in touch with your femininity but you're going to have to realize that in the end it is the BALANCE of energies that is important. We use indica and sativa as descriptors instead, find whatever works for you.

When I first started looking into magic stuff there was the distinction that "witches were women, warlocks were men" and I feel like that hasn't changed that much in a grand scheme. I DO see other masc practitioners but we get pushed aside and seen as aggressive or "low vibes". Same with the "all women are born with magic" "we are the granddaughters of the witches you couldn't burn" rhetoric. I've seen Tumblr bios that were public fuck yous to all the men in the bible but devoted to Lilith (which seems to be common. People who don't do their research about basic gender definitely dont do their research on antisemitism and cultural appropriation). like ok, how am I supposed to feel about that as a man that you don't believe any man in the bible had significance it was all women? Sorry Jesus, should've been Josephina.

It just goes to show how much people ARENT doing shadow work. Okay so you've peeked behind the veil and saw that we are all stardust and dirt and nothing and everything is real and STILL want to seperate us by our genitals?? If masculinity is too scary for you then redefine what masculine is because THATS where the magic comes from. Not period blood or ovaries but our abilities as humans to shape our reality. Nonbinary people have BEEN holy in other societies and yet you just erase their entire existance. Good luck manifesting some human decency.

btw I will just block any haters comments I don't care. If you have something you want to debate about this post go say it to your #girlboss first I'm too busy corrupting the astral with my barren womb and hairy boobs.

WE DONT NEED ANYMORE SEPERATION AND HATE IN THIS WORLD YALL DO YOUR SHADOW WORK

#hyah!#rant i guess #idk where i was going with this #witchblr #witchcraft #divine feminine #divine masculine #shadow work

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weebnotheree · 7 months

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♥ Tbhk x M! Reader ♥♡ Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun ♡ CH4(pt3)

First Pov

¨What, now the locker doors are gone?!¨ Yashiro said after her and Aoi ran to see what happened.

¨Who would do something like this?¨ A male student questions.

'Is all of it related?' Yashiro thought in her head nervously worried.

Something was lurking nearby watching.

[something hits the watering can out of Aoi's hand]

¨eh?!¨yashiro says smiling, tilting her head.

[freaking out noises]¨EHh, I'm sorry nene I swear I didn't mean to something knocked my hand!!¨ ｡･ﾟﾟ*Σ(>△<)*ﾟﾟ･｡

¨Im not upset[scales start showing] I thought it was pretty funn- EH?!¨(||@△@,.) AAHHHhhh[WAit! Where are you going?!! - Aoi called out]hhhhhhhh!!!!!!

[Out of breath][Hanako's hakujoudai floating above her] ¨That could have been really bad. [looks at her hand]I can't imagine what anyone would say if they saw these. I was trying to get out so fast I didn't realize I ran into the old building. [Hanako's hakujoudai nudges Yashiro's head]¨Hey what're you doing!?¨[she looks behind her for a couple of seconds]. . .¨Uhh, I'm gonna go. But first I have to tone down these gross scales I need to find something to dry them with. Huh?¨[towel appears][sparkles around her]¨Its like you heard me! Thank you! I'm sorry to whoever dropped this I promise it's for a good cause.¨As she says the last part she looks over to see other things on the floor.

-Small Time Skip-

She looks between a door and a curtain(?) to see a tall purple figure. The purple figure looked at her with its one then circles it freaking her out. [scared noises from her] As she saw its eye move got scared and fell backward. The tall purple thing grew multiple arms and one grabbed her by her leg. ¨Dont hurt me, please!!¨She cried out. ¨ץ๏ย รคฬ ยร.¨ It said as it toward over her. {¨It's important that you never look directly at yousei¨} Then multiple eyes showed, looking at her and it was now a big glob-like creature that was towering over her. {¨Becasue in the instant you do,¨} All of the hands started coming at her at a fast speed, she screamed and covered herself for waiting for the impact and then...

¨Scatter them Hakijoudai!¨ Hanako commanded his orb(don't know what that move is)making it fly fast at the purple creature hitting it. Yashiro was still on the floor covering her head and now letting go of it as Hanako speaks. The monster cracked and was now falling in slow motion.

¨Between boys and apparitions I can't tell who you choose to embarrass yourself over more.¨ He says while walking over to her. Crouching down in front of her resting his elbow on his leg and placing his hand on his cheek. ¨What is the deal? Did you forget the fact that you can still die?.. Well?~¨ he said looking at her.

Her eyes were teary, with some tears, also falling down her cheeks looking at him. . ¨Hanako i.....¨'I needed him to save me...again.' She thought as something pink hit her on the top of the head and fell to the floor. ¨Ow!¨ She said. They both look at what had hit her, it was now laying on the floor. ¨What are these?¨ ¨They're Mokke. But people here call them Yousei.¨ They were all lined in a row looking at both of them with puppy eyes.

¨Theve always lived around humans. They're known for stealing things and pulling little pranks." He said after Yashiro started poking one of them. ¨Theyre nothing like that terrifying monster from earlier. They're so cute.¨[still poking one] ¨¢นt it ໐นt.¨ it softly whispered. ¨Theyre shapeshifters. When they feel threatened or are about to attack they'll cluster together the way you first saw them. Normally they aren't aggressive and don't attack humans.¨Hanako explained. ¨Wₑ ₙₑᵥₑᵣ wₐₙₜₑd ₜₒ ₖᵢₗₗ ₐₙyₒₙₑ ₑᵢₜₕₑᵣ..bᵤₜ ₒᵤᵣ ₛₜₒᵣy ᵢₛ dᵢffₑᵣₑₙₜ ₙₒw ᵢₜ cₕₐₙgₑ wᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₐₛₖᵢₙg ᵤₛ¨ the same one said. ¨ᵂᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃʸ¨ Another little said. ¨What story?¨Yashiro asks.

¨The rumors ɧųɱąŋʂ share..¨ An unknown voice said, which sounded familiar to Hanako. So he looks over [also yashiro] to see who it was and sees.....his best friend..m/n. His eyes started to water. His smile turned into a frown with some tears. M/n was holding one of the Mokke giving it one of his pocky. One was on top of his head. And another was on his shoulder.

¨Oh! You're are that boy apparition I met yesterday! The 8th wonder.¨ Yashiro said with a LITTle tint of blush.

¨eighth wonder..? What do you mean...eighth..?¨ Hanako quietly asks but m/n heard.

¨Apparitions aren't able to go against the rumors that they are created about them. So even as humans exaggerate and alter the story, apparitions have no choice but to act accordingly. Those who don't align with their folklore will eventually vanish from the world entirely.¨ M/n said. Some were coming to him looking at him and he knew what they wanted, so he shared. ¨Like disappear..?¨ She asks as some of them eat out of a bag of candy.

Nuuuuu I don't wanna stop, but it's past time for me to get off so.......

♡♡ I Hope you enjoyed! Bye, my mini dumplings! ♡♡

#tbhk #x male reader #romance #demons

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queencherryberry · 2 years

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So I had wrote this like back in late January early February. It’s unfinished. I want to thank @sunnyfleur23 for giving me the courage and motivation to post it. It’s my first fic ever.

Just encase, I’ll throw on an 18+ warning. And so people can peer into my insight for the story; Drew’s face looks like this:

And the rest of him looks like this:

Setting is like a midevil Scotland.

Also, story is like a semi-self insert. I tried writing it in a different pov. Was written on my phone.

Faith hit the Scotsman in the chest in frustration.

"Im....I'm sorry. Im....it's just you frustrate me. What am I to you? You picked me off the street when my parents kicked me out. You gave me shelter and kept me hidden from your parents for 3 years. Now your telling me that you're betrothed? When were you going to tell me? Or was your plan to kick me out when she found out? Answer me!"

"Lass, calm down. I only agreed to marry her to keep this farm. Other than that I dont..." drew said before being cut off by a hard slap to the face. He clenched his jaw. "Now look here lass, someone else already has my attention and whether or not she realizes it, I'm not letting her go." He said turning his head back in Faith's direction. Anger and something else dark settled in his face and his blue eyes.

Faith realized that as soon as her hand connected with his cheek she screwed up. Her face dropped from anger to panic. She made eye contact with him and saw the look in the giant man's eyes. "I'm....I'm sorry drew. I didn't mean it...I was just...mmmmh...." she was cut off when drew grabbed her face roughly and kissed her aggressively. Without resisting she melted into the kiss. It was needy, sloppy, and lit a fire inside her. Her feelings for the Scotsman came rushing forward. She wrapped her arms around his neck melting into the kiss.

Drew pressed himself closer to her tiny frame. He then lifted her off the ground and felt her legs wrap around his torso. He started kissing her harder and headed straight to his room. When he finally broke the kiss for air he waisted no time in throwing her on his bed and taking his shirt off. He then climbed up her body and went to work at her neck. He left love bites and nipped at her exposed neck. He growled against her neck when she lightly dug her nails into his shoulders. He lowered his growing crotch between her legs.

Was this cheating? Probably. But Drew didn't really care since the other woman he was betrothed to he didn't really love. This was his one shot with Faith and he didn't want to blow it. Her tiny frame fit perfectly against his large one. He skimmed his fingers down her leg till he reached just right before her knee. He roughly grabbed her leg but carefully picked it up and set it around his waist.

"Tell me lass, why you're so jealous all of a sudden? You can't stand me, you argue over everything and you're about to get some sense rocked into you one way or another. Now lay still.... or are you going to put a fight?" He said sitting up on his knees still holding her leg. His other hand worked on freeing his slacks.

Faith raised herself on her elbows to look him in the face. It was true she did have feelings for the Scotsman but wasn't going to confess them to him. She just wanted tear him to shreds at the moment. "Fuck you!" She screamed at him before lunging at him and locking lips with him again. She hungrily kissed him choosing fighting for control in this argument. If you even wanted to call it that at this point. She herself untied the strings of her top and let it fall to her shoulders. She intertwined her fingers in his long dark brown hair. She greedily bit his bottom lip wanting in. He wouldn't let her though. He moved his hands up to her hips then up her arms to finish taking off her shirt. He wanted her to know that he was the one in control. He broke from the kiss again, "So it's a fight you're looking for lass...." he slid a hand up her body and lightly grabbed her throat and smirked. "I'll show you a fight then but I guarantee I'll win. But I will say, not very wise of you to wear just a shirt today." He licked his bottom lip and applied a little more pressure into his grip.

She gasped when his hand enclosed around her neck. She settled back on her heels. She suddenly had become aware of her exposed body to him. She went to go cover herself but he stopped her. "We're this far darling, do you want to continue or stop?" Drew asked. He let his grip go and rested his hand on her collar bone. He ran his thumb over it. He searched her face for an answer.

#drew mcintyre #midevil scottland #angst in the beginning #tried to do smut #didn’t work like I wanted to #unfinished #self insert #bookshelf

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enrapture · 1 year

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I know ur bi & since ur single whats ur type in men specifically?

I'll make a list! but go in depth. sorry this is a lil long.

-I struggle w/ certain things like adhd, anxiety and trauma so they gotta understand that and accept that and if they still like me afterwards then there ya go lol

-I like depth, fuck the small talk. be different. for ex: lets talk paranormal stories.

-if you’re too distant I’m uninterested lmao

-someone who takes care of themselves. (eats their veggies/a decent amount right, their vitamins, drinks water, works out kinda is just generally in shape. etc)

-men that don't make fun of my likes/hobbies/special interests but try to understand them whether they dislike them or not maybe do research/ get into them bc they know i like them and like seeing me happy.or at least make the effort to hear me boast about them idk fuck. just general understanding would be fuckin cool.

-effort effort effort that shit is fucking sexy as shit to me.

-don't waste my time and i won't waste yours. Be direct with that you want.

-compliment meeeee, I like someone protective. If we can be weirdos together then that’s a match.

-when their words MATCH their actions.

-I'm expecting / used to people treating me like shit. surprise me and be a GOOD PERSON to me in my life lmfao.

-good at communication and know how to healthy communicate their thoughts and feelings, wants and needs no matter how difficult

-men who don't fucking lie. worst thing you could ever do to me is lie, make fun of my interests, talk shit about me, be toxic and manipulate me and use me among gaslight me etc etc. 100pts. I'm very selective with who I let into my life, I have trust issues due to trusting the wrong people and got burned for it many times. scarcity is value. Don't make me regret my decision. men who don't hurt my feelings!!!

-men who like me for more than just my body. who like my personality and shit so much more. 1000pts

-i don't like clingy but i also like the healthy amount of quality time spent together so. I don't need to talk 24/7 i guess but we do gotta see one another a few times or make lil dates or something in order for it to work. it can't be constant to nothing at all. healthy balance???

-I avoid fuckboys like the plague but i can't help but fall (emos, musicians, skaters, skinny, fit, nerds, the funny weirdos LOL. that sorta vibe. etc)

-men who are genuine. gentle. yet aggressive (when its the right time to be) who care about me, support me (call me out on my shit if its not healthy or if im just misinformed and will KINDLY inform me and help me understand/enlighten my way of thinking. Intelligence is soooo incredibly attractive to me, if you can teach me something in some form Its 50pts in my book.

-men who send me stuff like "this reminded me of you, I know youd like this" etc who get my sense of humor and make me laugh. Who try to cheer me up if I'm sad. Men who are open minded, loving, sweet, mean well. caring mmmm

-men who realize mistakes happen and that growing is a process, healing isnt linear as I would with them. Growing out of unhealthy habits and changing for the better:) there is always room for growth.

-if you tease me / are playful / bully me kinda I'll probably end up crushing on you. I like me that are smooth talkers.

-connection is cool, men who have similar hobbies or interests (I like anime, cinephile, video games, reading, art, concerts, exploring, hiking, camping, writing sometimes, music, content creating sometimes, social media stuffs, baking once in a while, photography...) etc. you dont have to have the same exact interests I would prefer you to have your own set to show me that would be cool. but I do like having interests to bond over specifically though lol.

-i guess for an example of men (their body types / personalities) I like are: timothee chalamet, awsten knight, ryan gosling. (abs, arms, hands, eyes, mouths) hnnnnnng everything so sexy FUCK.

-I like men who arent egotistical dickheads. confidence is nice, but if you think you're the shit and are entirely full of yourself youre absolutely disgusting.

-men who are respectful, hold the door, arent afraid to call / video chat. upfront and straight forward, who don't play mind games. direct. sometimes buy me gifts or surprise me with them (I've never had anyone do that. my last relationship they only cared about trips.) nothing wrong with that I liked the trips we went on but i like feeling appreciated idk physical shit is nice too. call me shallow. I like gift giving/ receiving. I do like going on trips but we hardly went on any lol. living is expensive.

-idc how you dress, what you do with your body. don't tell me what i should be doing with mine.

-be my best friend first I don't like rushing. get to know me as i will you slowly over time. lets take our time and feel it out. Who knows it may not be what we want later on. some people like jumping into something immediate. I have to write it out lmfao. that i do not want that or am looking for that. idc if we have "history" or not.

-everyone has things deemed as red flags, struggles, issues, immaturities etc. Lets not be assholes and judgmental pussies. but lets understand and try to grow past them and become healthier better versions of ourselves after all our inner child would want that. change is necessary don't stick to negative habits. be fluid.

phew, I think thats all I can think of at the top of my head atm.

#anon

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beserkerjewel · 2 years

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So i read your response and I will say I'm a bit taken aback

I think starting it off by kind of dismissing me for my age was really innapropriate, I turn 20 in less than a month, not that it matters but I am still an adult, and I still have feelings. Just because I'm younger doesn't really mean that I should be kind of shoved to the side like that

Also you did kind of say, maybe not directly, that writer's tend to gloat and boast about their own works and not take criticism, I don't think I really interpreted anything wrong there but if that isn't what you meant by your wording then I'm sorry

I'm glad we are on the same page about really, kind of disgusting writer's/anons on here, and I'm sorry that I didn't pay attention to the fact that you are a writer, but I don't think you've read some really good writer's on here.

Fanfiction is still writing, and people can still write it beautifully, personally I think, and while they are not predominantly smut writer but @/neonun-au and @/husbandcheol are really really deep writers, i truly love their works and I think they can fit into the small catergory of fanfiction that reads like a book

I personally thought I was being pretty respectful with my opinions, I didnt bash you or anything and I calmly stated what i wanted to, I dont really think that shouldve prompted any passive aggressiveness but I do realize that getting an ask like that can be irksome, its happened to me before too

But i do think, if you state an opinion that you know would get backlash, and someone decides to openly respond to it, then you should be more open to that opinion, and not try to directly bash me for it, that definitely ties into the criticism thing

While i do still agree, we should totally push out all of the bad writers who write about really disgusting stuff, i dont think we should leave an opening to discredit some of the good writers on here like the ones ive mentioned that work hard

Fic writing isnt bad writing, just because its different doesnt mean it should be bashed

Im trying really hard to be as respectful as i can, truly, i dont want to come off as super rude or aggressive as i kind of had a problem with that in the past, i honestly wanted to just address this issue as it seems your post has been noted of in some of my personal mutual circles, i want to talk about this like adults

Hello i keep forgetting to make points im sorry, but i forgot to mention that im really glad that the ladder half of your post was respectful, as i was worried

Still, the first part make me kimd of go 'huh?' But i think for the most part we are on the same page, we just interpret things differently

Okay I can see how bringing up age is often dismissive and I do apologize for that. My logic was that, as a 31 year old, me fully blasting you would be inappropriate and would be a bad look on my part.

It's true that we definitely seem to have different ideas of writing, but you seem to have decided to misinterpret my words into something adversarial and keep putting words in my mouth that I didn't say. Fan fic writing isn't bad, but there are parts of it that do need to be called out, and that's all there is to it.

#asked and answered #huiranghaes #writing

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silverrstarrr · 3 years

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◇Headcanons of modern AU of Eren.

Warning: weed, drugs, nsfw(this comes when he hit high-school/university)

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• Im sorry but Eren seems like the kid who was musty as hell.

• The kids around him would ask, "who's musty bro?" And then they'll sniff everyone and say its Eren. But I mean, they're only kids and they're not so big on hygiene.

• When people would accused him of being the one who's musty, he'll be so pissed off and get defensive. "what the HELL?! I'm not the one who stinks.😡" just imagine how aggressive he sounds.

• Eren later on realizes he stinks and doesn't want to be made fun- starts putting on deodorant, yk yk.

• In middle school, he was pretty popular but he didn't know it. Despite his little anger issues at times, he's really sweet and outgoing and pleaseee don't get me started on his little smileeee. Most likely girls fell for his smile.

• Most likely he used to the term "the boys 🥶❗🤙" during middle school as well 😭 Especially when like girls wanted to hang out with him or he'll tell his mom this when she wanted him to do something.

• He really liked hanging out with Mikasa and Armin. I feel as if they would go to parks and find things, bugs, watch animals etc. Mikasa would tag along as a supervisor lmao.

OKAY TIME FOR HIGH SCHOOL EREN

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• During his freshman year, he was not popular at all. I feel as if he stayed with Mikasa and Armin a lot- he didn't really talk to a lot of people. Cause yk, freshman new people new things but Jean and the others(I feel like Connie and sasha would be popular for being stupid asf 😭) kinda got them popular

• Later on he gets really popular and a bunch of girls start talking to him. I feel as if he's a flirt but doesn't realize it until he sees you all flustered or smiling a lot.

• Most definitely he started smoking in his Junior year of high school.

• Eren would smoke weed, vape, hit blunts, I don't think he's the type to eat edibles a lot. But maybe there's a test, he'll pop one right before. He would do gravity bings blunts and glass bongs and he would roll his blunts himself and occasionally buy them wrapped.Most people knows he smokes. He's not the best with keeping it down-low, especially when he's smoking with Jean.

• His smoke circle? Most definitely, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Annie, and Armin. Mikasa would just be there yk.

• Eren is greedy with his weed, it depends on the person for him to share. Most likely he'll share with you ;)

• Eren most DEFINITELY flirts with you when he's high, he'll get really close to your face and would be smiling like an idiot- flattering you with compliments.

• Jean finds this annoying and would flirt with you before Eren could(just to piss him off).

• If you're a beginner, he'll purposely give you a fat ass blunt and laugh his ass while he sees you cough for 5 minutes.

• OR he'll give you an edible(that has a high dosage) and watch you complain about it not hitting. "Eren, are you sure this works? I don't rea—" bam it hits and you end up tripping up the stairs while eren is just Busting up laughing cause he's high asf too.

• Maybe you're experienced? Eren would smoke with you alllll the time. Or he'll invite you to smoke with Armin and them.

• He blows smoke in your face.

• He's the type of get horny when he smokes, so he may get touchy with you. But doesn't get any further cause, I mean PEOPLE ARE AROUND?? LOOL.

UNIVERSITY EREN.

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• Still smokes. I forgot to mention this but I dont think Eren is that smart? Don't get me wrong, when he puts his mind to it- work hard, he can get things done and pretty well. But he doesn't get things right on the first try/time like Armin and Mikasa does. He'll need a little bit more explaining to.

• Some how got into the same university with the rest of the gang

• HE GOES TO PARTIESSS, LIKE PARTIESSS.

• He's not a light drinker but I feel as if he'll be too busy making out with girls than putting his lips on a red cup, drinking up.

• Most of the time, he'll approach you if he never seen you before. Or maybe he's seen you once or twice on campus and wants to slide in ykk.

• When you guys meet, most likely he's slightly high.

• You guys hit off automatically, he's just naturally charming and he's attractive.

• Maybe after when you guys get to know each other more, he'll ask to come over to your dorm.

• This can 1 or 2 ways, y'all just have fun or you guys make out and fuck.

• Half of the time when he comes over, he' smoking in your dorm. Of course he asks if he cans but you allow him to.

• As I said before, when he's high- he's hella touchy and horny. So be prepare for him coming up behind you, grabbing your waist and kissing all over your neck. Leaving small hickies here and there.

• He most definitely convinced you to get LD lights.

• Eren thinks it sets the mood and plus he likes it when he smokes(most likely they're on red duhh).

• He also plays music in the back as he's smoking in your room. It's not too loud, you guys are able to hear each other talk at least. (He'll play chill RnB, or chase Atlantic, blackbear, Brent faiyaz, Travis Scott, Don Tolliver. But I see him listening to chase Atlantic mostly. )

• Depends on if you smoke or not, Eren would make out with you with smoke in his mouth. He thinks its hot and it is

• Eren would like for you to sit on his lap, (facing him or not)

• His hand slips under your shirt and start playing with your breasts. In response you start grinding against his cock, which he'll end up moaning in your ear and BOOYYY WOULD THAT GET YOU HYPED UP.

• 9/10 you'll end up topping him because he gets needy.

• When he's coming down from his high, he wants to cuddle with you or have your fingers running through his hair. He'll get bitchy if you stop.

SORRY IF THIS IS SO LONG, I LOVE THIS MAN TOO MUCH.

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Bonus:

• You know how LD lights bring in bugs right? You'll be yelling for him to kill it and he does but what he does next?😭 he'll grab a tissue clean it up the corpse and chase you around with the dead bug.

• for me, I know my ass would run and be yelling for him to stop and most likely he'll mock you: "eren stooopp"

#eren smut #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren headcanons #hobo eren #eren aot #x reader #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x you #headcanon #fanfic

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homeofhousechickens · 2 years

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I'm based in the UK and am considering chickens for the near future but am still in the research phase! I have multiple questions I would like to ask if that is okay? (Obviously feel free to ignore if not!)

Do you know much about the Light Sussex? Everything I read about them makes them seem like the perfect duel purpose bird but I don't know anyone who has had personal interactions! Would you recommend a different breed at all?

Do you know of any resources that would be helpful? I basically want a small number of birds for eggs and meat but that has lead me with many questions (e.g. how would feed differ, would housing be different.)

Relating to question 2: If I bred chickens and ended up with multiple males, can they be housed together? Would there be extra considerations?

Are there any products or advice you would/would not recommend for a first time chicken keeper?

I'm gonna stop there because I feel like I've swamped you with questions (sorry!!) - Your blog is one of my favourites and I definitely appreciate your time!

This is alot so forgive me i forget something haha

Light Sussex are good birds, most sussex are. I definitely see them as a good beginner chicken since they are pretty docile and well mannered. They arent known for any health issues besides the ones associated with chicken obesity as this breed does tend to become overweight so you may need to mindful of that. It is a dual purpose bird after all.

As for resources i highly suggest looking for some beginners poultry books online (sadly i dont have any to recommend as its been awhile) and to join the facebook chicken groups based in your area. The people giving you the best advice on coops and feed are going to be people in your area and i highly encourage beginners to become a part of a chicken community as there is also people willing to mentor and give tips. Looking at research papers on chicken behavior,enrichment, and nutrition can give you a good idea on whats facts and whats someone opinion.

A word of warning though. EVERYONE who has chickens is going to have a STRONG opinion on whats the "right way" to do it, even those people in beginner poultry books. The big secret is that there is no one right way that works best for everyone and everyone is going to have their own quirks and stuff when it comes to their birds. Its up to you to decide what you want for your birds

Now if your decide to breed you could make a bachelor pen for your guys especially if you were selecting for roosters who are not bird aggressive. Though my suggestion would be to eat any birds who you dont want to keep. Good quality Sussex are phenomenal dual purpose birds which means they are good for raising for both meat and eggs. So if you get roosters you do not want you could easily just raise them for your table.

As for products i recommend staying away from heat bulb because they are a huge fire risk that most people dont realize. Chick brooder heat plates are much safer for everyone involved.

If anything the biggest purchase you should make is a nice big well ventilated predator proof coop. Coops should always be bigger then what you plan for so your birds have roomy and comfortable living arrangements

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If you're taking open advice, and keep in mind I'm a trans woman so I'm not the be all end all here: I'd just say bite the bullet and use the wrong pronouns, referring to him by his last name. To me, stepping around the issue like that is sorta, like... it feels like the character doesn't Exist before the transition because that is Incorrect, which is a weird and, like. Very fandom precious way of writing it, if that makes sense? Sorry if this is aggressive, just my own two cents.

no, i totally understand what you’re saying. I want lanque to be.. very unambiguously trans in my writing. such as in the jade car rewrite, the implication was that marvus could tell lanque is a trans guy, because he doesn’t pass (theres many reasons for this in The Lore, but i rambled enough here already lol). but this doesn’t affect how the other characters see him. he’s still a dude, and it’d be preposterous to try and deny that. lynera knew he was trans (and not daraya) because lanque had made it very clear to the other jadebloods that he is a guy and wouldn’t accept being called anything else. it doesn’t matter if he doesnt fit what people traditionally assosicate with masculinity, if you can’t accept that he’s a man then its your problem, not his. the other jadebloods understand this and respect it. he’s lanque, he’s a guy, it’s impossible for them to imagine him as anything else. so because of this, lynera assumed if daraya were also trans, they’d make a similar declaration. which they never did because theyre much shyer than lanque, and lynera never picked up on the context clues due to her being bad at reading people. daraya’s emotionally padlocked like a motherfucker, so they just kinda gritted their teeth and angrily tolerated it until bronya (who is much better at reading others) finally corrected lynera.

i think that doing “theyve always known” stuff about trans characters can feel kinda... frustrating, especially when it’s the only trans journey people ever want to portray in fandom. i can understand why.. showing pre-transition characters can be a really muddy and messy process that isn’t always comfortable for everyone to think about. and i can respect the desire to not want to hurt others, of course. i think trans people can represent themselves however theyd like. and i know some people do realize theyre trans at a really young age, but a lot of trans people dont! a lot of the most formative parts of my life happened when i was being called a different name and pronouns. and i’m not really socially out yet, so they still do!! it’s why i portray daraya as in a weird, middle state where theyre not quite out but not quite closeted either. so like, for me, if i were forewarned that a character appears in a story as their pre-transition self, that wouldn’t be upsetting to me, but it still might be a little weird. and i know it might be upsetting to some people..... SO I DUNNO!! sorry this got really long and rambly lol. i can say so much about the jadebloods and Gender just like in general

#dia answers #i dunno if this needs a tag let me kno if it does #text heavy #thekittenknightess

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strawberrybabydog · 3 years

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Hi again - I'm the nonpsychotic anon that asked about advice cause I recently realized I'm dealing with a DA. I just scrolled through your blog a bit and now I'm anxious... I swear, I'm not just a kinnie/kff and I'm not trying to speak over people who experience psychosis. I just... I thought I was just very very hyperfixated on [show I am not comfortable with naming rn] and didn't understand why seeing other peoples headcanons and stuff made me so upset and angry and send me into panic sometimes. and yeah, then I looked into the definitions of delusions (generally, not specifically DAs) - I can go more into detail if needed - and. it fits my experience 100% so... arrrgh, I'm sorry if I offended anyone... - 🐋 (in case I send another ask so you know who I am)

hi again friend! i guess i can only really speak for myself but i'm definitely not upset with you or offended or anything :0) you came to me looking for genuine advice and i hope i don't come off as aggressive or angry because i'm really not trying to be!

i have a few genuinely psychotic friends who use the term (but they use it in a different way which deviates from the definition and they have no associations with the community) and i dont really see a problem with it. i am highly critical of it, but i'm not anti-D/A nor do i really "hate" the people who use the term. the community and people who associate with it are just very well-known for spreading extremely anti-psychotic rhetoric or ideas - im assuming you read the posts i sent you, so you've seen what i mean!! :0)

i'd recommend looking a bit into delusions more, beyond definitions or a couple surface-level articles. they often don't fully cover describing the delusional experience or really even scratch the surface of what it can mean to be delusional, i'll grab you a couple articles:

bizarre delusions (full paper)

bizarre delusions (article)

psychosis partial book

a lot of resources related to psychosis are very hard to find. it's mostly just so psychotic people themselves don't read into them and their psychosis gets worse - but here's some good ones from my collection! i'll also mention here that "D/As" are not a medically recognize delusion, the term was coined less than a year ago by a twitter user; it would simply be considered a bizarre/non-specified delusion which basically means "miscellaneous" lol

i'd also say it's still a pretty normal experience surrounding feeling extreme distress hearing about other folks' headcanons, etc. when i read articles about dogs or even wolves that feature incorrect information, it can make me very upset too; you're literally reading what other people think of you which isn't always positive or correct, and it's really upsetting not being able to change their mind or do something about it! even for regular humans who don't have alternative or alterhuman identities, it can be just as upsetting, so you're definitely not alone in feeling this way anon :0)

#🐋 anon #delusions #psychosis #asks

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s-and-n-writes · 4 years

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scarred, broken, and mended

summary: She felt the weight of the ring on the string around her neck and could feel her scars.

No, she thought, not wanting to get lost in the memories, not now. I can do this later.

So she plastered on a smile, tied an apron, and started frosting some cupcakes.

That night, she allowed herself to feel, and cried herself to sleep, plagued by nightmares of black leather and a feral grin.

pairing: jason todd x marinette dupain cheng, red hood x ladybug, red hood x multimouse

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inspired by:

scars, freckles and names, and gotham mouse, paris bug, both by @izzybellepenguin

warnings:

trigger warnings, abuse, mentions of abuse, angst, evil! adrien

a/n: Maribat Jasonette Fic. violence and bullying. there might be another tw but i don't know. the possible tw will start at ~~ and end at ~~. the definite tw will start from the first word and end at ~:~.normal intro notes. i'm s of s and n. also this is going to be angsty for a long time. also I've never read the comics or watched the movies for batman but i've read almost every maribat fic so plz come at me. thank u

Crack .

Marinette sunk down against the wall, holding her, now broken, wrist. Tears were streaming down her face as she held in a sob.

“Stop bullying Lila, you filthy bitch! God, why was I ever friends with you,” Alya whisper-yelled at her. They were in an empty classroom after school ended and nobody was around. Still, Alya took care to be quiet. Lila was standing behind her, complete with fake tear tracks and a massive smirk.

As Alya slapped her again, leaving her cheek red, Lila continued to fake sob about how she “couldn’t believe Marinette would act like this” and how she “makes it so hard to forgive her”.

~:~

“It’s fine, Lila. She deserves this. You are a much better person,” Alya said, and they walked away together. Alya continued spewing out encouragement and praise until Marinette couldn’t hear them anymore. She finally let out her sobs but quickly wiped her eyes. She had to be home soon, before her shift at the bakery started.

She got up, cradling her wrist, and put up her hood to cover her red face and puffy eyes. Marinette had changed what she wore after the first time they left visible bruises. Now, she wore a black hoodie over a pink shirt, with grey pants, and kept her signature purse (I never liked writing clothes so just imagine them). She made them, and she signed everything with her signature: MAT. She had made a fashion brand online after Jagged Stone had asked for more pieces, and soon Clara Nightingale had asked for a few too. Eventually, her brand, MAT, was famous and celebrities everywhere wanted something. It stood for Marinette And Tikki, for her favorite tiny god. She knew Tikki would be there for her, no matter what.

Oh no! She was going to be late! Marinette took off, trying to rush home, when she winced and had to slow down. She had forgotten that her ankle was sprained after Alya pushed her down the stairs. She limped home quickly, entering through the back door. She didn’t need her parents realizing she wasn’t home yet.

Marinette hobbled up the steps and into her room, putting down all her books and collapsing on her bed. Tikki came out of her purse and flew near her.

“Marinette! Are you okay? Are you hurt too badly?” Tikki asked, full of concern for her favorite Ladybug.

“No. My face hurts but the main thing is my wrist. I think it’s broken,” Marinette said, trying to stuff the pain and sadness down. It was a habit even though Hawkmoth was defeated. She was just so used to pushing all her emotions down that she couldn’t stop. Blank-faced, she sat up and wiped away the tears. Her face was almost back to normal and she needed to start healing now since her shift started in 10 minutes.

Marinette started chanting the healing spell she learned from the Grimoire. After Master Fu had passed over guardianship, she had taken it upon herself to learn the Guardians’ magic, as it would help her. Right now, she had to heal her wrist. FInishing the chant, she took a sip of the potion needed to complete the spell. Marinette scrunched her face in disgust. No matter how many times she drank it, it still tasted like a mix of broccoli, sock, and camembert. Odd combination, but what can you do?

Now that her wrist was almost fully healed, (it still hurt to move it a lot), she needed to run down for her shift. If she was late, her parents would ground her, and that would hinder her patrol schedule. Even though Hawkmoth was defeated, she and Chat Noir had kept their Miraculous. Well, that’s not completely true.

Chat Noir started out as a good partner, if not a little too flirty. As time went on, however, he started being less helpful. He would flirt aggressively and try to force Ladybug on dates, which made him useless in battles, but at least he would try. Once, he even went as far as to refuse to help defeat an akuma.

During the battle with Hawkmoth, however, when he was revealed to be Gabriel Agreste, Chat Noir fought hard , with an intensity Ladybug didn’t know he could have. It was completely new and seemingly out-of-character for the guy who would constantly get killed and controlled by akumas. Honestly, Marinette was a bit scared. She had to physically stop Chat Noir from cataclysming Hawkmoth.

After Hawkmoth was defeated, Ladybug decided not to reveal identities, since Chat Noir was kind of annoying. Not to mention, he was incompetent in fights and generally terrifying during the battle with Hawkmoth. Not a great person to know your deepest secret.

Chat Noir kept pushing for a reveal, how he deserved this for taking down Hawkmoth, and how everything would be great because they could finally date. Ladybug had no interest, and when she said so and refused the reveal, Chat Noir went crazy.

He began demanding and begging for a reveal, saying how they were ‘soulmates’ and they could ‘ finally start dating’ and how they were ‘perfect’ for each other. When that didn’t work, he was following her on patrol, trying to find out where she lived. Chat Noir and Adrien both got closer to Marinette as well. Chat Noir would stop by and vent about how Ladybug was rejecting him, and how Marinette was so similar to her. Adrien would hang out closer to her and Marinette saw him stealing glances at her during gym and lunch. Normally, this would have made her giddy, but her crush had died the day he said to ‘take the high road’.

Marinette could deal with this. She could deal with the following, the venting, and the begging. It was annoying , but not the worst. Then, it happened. Ladybug was out on patrol and Chat Noir was following her, as usual. He stopped her by yelling and caught up. Then, he grinned, and it was more animal than human.

~~ (possible trigger warning)

Ladybug could see the malice in his eyes when he pinned her on the ground. His claws traced her face, then it started. Chat Noir growled and tried to rip her suit, rip her mask, do anything to be able to identify her. He even tried to remove her Miraculous, but thankfully she had enchanted them so they couldn’t be removed by force. Then, he tried his ‘Hail Mary’.

“CATACLYSM,” Chat Noir yelled, no, growled , and Ladybug’s eyes went wide. His hand went to her left side and Ladybug screamed. She could feel the cracks on her skin, could feel the dark energy zooming across her body. She went limp, and Chat Noir jumped away, seeing how the suit cracked but didn’t come off. It left scars from the left side of her rib cage, stretching around to the right side of her stomach. The main one was on the front, but there were many smaller ones, branching from the main one and covering her back.

~~ (possible trigger warning ends)

After all of that, Marinette knew she had to take back the Miraculous. With a heavy heart, Ladybug called Chat Noir to the top of the Eiffel Tower and took back his Miraculous. It was hard but ultimately worth it. Even now, walking down to the bakery, she felt the weight of the ring on the string around her neck and could feel her scars.

No , she thought, not wanting to get lost in the memories, not now. I can do this later . So she plastered on a smile, tied an apron, and started frosting some cupcakes.

That night, she allowed herself to feel, and cried herself to sleep, plagued by nightmares of black leather and a feral grin.

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greencatpal · 5 years

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Nightmares

It had been a long day. Ferian was tired from the constant flow of customers, their head buzzing from the messages of the Arcana, echoes of pasts and futures of people they had never known and never will know. To make matters worse, although this was a frequent reality, Asra was gone. To where, Ferian didn't know. They hadn't asked this time. It hardly mattered anymore.

The bed before them seemed more welcoming than ever, a colorful nest of once-fine fabrics that felt like clouds underneath Ferian's weary bones. And yet, they couldn't sleep. As was normal for this time. Asra hadn't been gone for more than a week or so, so Ferian's body had not yet gotten re-used to the silence. To the absence of the gentle hum of Asra's magic. It seemed as though, with him gone, a piece of themself was gone as well.

'Maybe I should look into getting a cat,' they thought. The thought was new, yet, it felt as though Ferian had thought it a million times, yet they struggled to remember when or why they wouldve thought it before. Regardless, they decided that it was, indeed, a good thought. A cat had warmth and magic of its own. Perhaps one would placate the desire to have Asra near at every given moment.

The drift into sleep was subtle.

Flashes of foggy images stabbed through Ferian's conciousness. Red eyes. Asra, sitting beside them. A strange man in all black. Horns.

Ferian jolted awake with a start, a choked scream escaping from their lips without their consent. There were tears in their eyes and an aggressive feeling of hopeless loss. As quickly as it had come, the feeling left. Ferian quickly stood from their bed, shivering, though sweat matted their clothes to their body. Without realizing it, they ended up in the middle of the shop. The scents of dried herbs and still-burning incense was overwhelming. The fact that it was only served to increase the panic that bloomed in their chest. They didn't notice, at first, the figure standing by the door.

"Feri?"

Ferian looked up at the sound. Tears were spilling down their cheeks before they could stop them, a small whimper passing through their trembling lips. Asra made his way over to them in only a few steps, enveloping them in his embrace.

"Ferian? What's wrong?"

Ferian could do nothing more but cry into his chest. Their grip on him tightened the more they tried to calm down. It wasn't until they felt Faust's tongue flick across their cheek that they pulled away.

"I-I'm sorry." Ferian whispered, wiping their eyes with the strap of their tank top before looking up at Asra.

"Feri, what happened?"

"I just... had a bad dream, that's all. Im.. sorry to worry you."

Asra clasped their hands in his and pressed them to his lips.

"Let's get you some tea, hmm?"

Ferian was grateful that he hadn't pressed further and let him lead them to the other room. Their head was already beginning to pound from the overwhelming emotion.

"Just remember to breathe, alright? I here now, you're okay."

Asra placed his coat around Ferian's shoulders. The tears welled up in their eyes again, but this time from relief. Asra was home. Asra would take care of them. He always did.

They sank to the ground, letting his coat blanket around their shoulders. After a moment of reflection, however, something concerned them.

"Asra, are you okay?"

He paused, "Are you?"

He avoided the question, Ferian thought. Any other time, they might have called him out on it, forced him to let them take care of him but... at this moment, Ferian wanted nothing more than to be with him, peacefully. To let him hold them, protect them.

"I dont... I don't know."

"I was concerned about you. I felt something was off. So I came." He turned to face them, a mug filled to the brim with chamomile tea in his hand.

"I'm glad you did." The words came out barely in a whisper. Ferian could feel the blush creeping along their cheeks.

Asra knelt down in front of them. They took the mug with both hands, the warmth filling them up.

"I'll stay with you for as long as I can. I promise."

"Can... can you sleep with me tonight?"

Ferian felt childish as soon as the words left their mouth, but the desire was strong. The nightmare was already slipping from their memory, but the feeling it gave them still held them captive. They were sure that the only thing that would allow them to sleep for the rest of the night was him.

Asra sat beside them. In an instant, they were pulled into his lap and held close. His chin rested lightly on their head and his arms were loosely but firmly wrapped around their body.

"Of course, Feri. Anything for you."

**authors note: just in case anyone was curious, these stories aren't meant to be connected in any way. This one ended up edging towards more of the Asra x Apprentice route, which I'm not necessarily complaining about but that's not what I'm planning on most of these being. It's just kinda how it's been happening since I'm just now going through Asra's route for the first time lmao**

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sainadazai · 3 years

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When your crush is angry all the time

Ch.5

"I don't think fire's all that bad, you know"

3rd person pov

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As the sun hung high in the sky the h/t haired girl stumbled around the train station in search of a restroom. Y/n had never experienced the mundane tasks a commoner would usually persue on a daily. Things like public transit, or any transit for that matter, were an enigma to her.

So while elder men stared a little too long and young children pointed at her in recognition, she spun in circles like a lost puppy.

"Its just a fucking bathroom, should there be someone here to direct people or something! Ugh and whats with the school girl fetish, these old guy are creeps..." she mumbled to herself continuing to get more and more lost on the platform.

Meanwhile, the rest of 1-A were making their way to internships as well, Midoriya scrolled into some old guys house, Kirishima bumped into his metal replica, and Bakugou held his grump posture and nonchilauntly entered the top 3 heros agency. He was expecting to at least learn something from this guy, or gain real life experience with villains. He never anticipated being scrutinized for his personality. No shit I'm scary, Im trying to kill shitty villains not make teenage girls put a picture of me on their wall.

For the first day of this new challenged everbody seemed to be having a ridiculously mundane time. Not y/n, though. No our main character was going through it, once she made it to the restroom, she got confused by how easily the toilet paper ripped in her hand and spent 20 minutes trying to get at least one whole time out of the stubborn roll. Then, when she opened up her bag to view the new hero-suot her mother helped design...she found strings¿

She ended up having to look at an example picture and read a guide on how to put what where. It took an additional hour considering the tightness of everpiece of fabric and when she stepped out of the stall to look in the mirror, she deadpanned. How could her mother hate her this much? It was already a burden being so sexy, but this? This was crazy.

She wasnt sure weather she should take a million photos, or never leave the bathroom and cry all day. However when her phone rang, a call from Mr.Woods agency, she realized how late she already must be.

In her rush, y/n also forgot about the creeps men and was recieving many stares, that went unnoticed. Until somebody had the audacity to touch her. It was just a ghost of his finger tips on the underneath of her ass that was no doubt on full display. That would not go accepted, as a girl who had turned her past trauma into nothing but a small personality traits, she wasnt scared. Still, as a woman who absolutely idolizes herself, or so she says, no one in this train station deserved the touch of her perfect, shiny, s/c skin.

The last error that secured her terrible first day was how y/n spun around and grabbed the mans fingertips. When she took a glance at him, he was smiling as if he had acomplished something. Boy was he wrong, only coming to realized so when the y/h girl suddenly had sprouted a vine from his finger.

He watched in fear as it began to grow and wrap around him, all the while the young girl he'd never met before let out a sickening aura that couldve suffocate him then and there. The vine continued to curl up around his middle and ring finger, slowly meeting the flash of his palm.

Once the growing stopped, y/n had almost decided to let him go. A part of her new that her plan wasn't well thought through, and he could be an innocent guy that accidentally touched her.

However, aggression outwayed logic and she looked him deep in the eye.

"You like using these fingers to touch things your not supposed to?"

"N-n-"

"Shhh, dont worry, im just gonna make sure you dont go touching things that arnt yours, okay?" She made an aggresive fist with the hand not touching him and the vine squeezed in. Anyone a foot away would be able to tell, but the both of them could hear how his two fingers snapped and bent under the pressure.

With a satisfied grin at the whispering man, y/n decided he had learned his lesson. Wow look at that, and I didnt even need some manly hero to come save me. Atta girl y/n.

Little did she know that not only did her pro-hero boss come to look for her, but je also saw the whole disaster. He was not pleased to say the least.

Y/n pov

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As the tree like man sat down in his office chair across from me, all I could do was look to my feet. I didnt feel particularily had about my actions, however, I did feel bad about being late.

While it is fun to be spontanious and act like theres nothing to lose, I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to control the earth aspect of my quirk. Ill never admit it if someone asks, but sometimes the only way I can sleep at night is knowing how strong my quirk is. Knowing that they cant hurt me if I stay strong.

Still, it just seems that as I grow older, the people trying to get to be get bolder and more powerful. Some might even say...they get smarter, too. Thats a scary thought; that if I want to stay alive at all I need to be constantly improving. I am not sure if I want to stay alive or not, but Ill be damned if dying or living isnt my choice.

Feeling the need to break the silence, I began my rant on all the reasons I had come up with that justify my actions. I was planning it on the way out here.

"Look, im sorry mr.woods. I know im not very heroic and shit, but when perverts to pervert things somebody has to do something, and its not like anybody else there would have scared a glance if I didnt save myself-"

"Your wrong."

"Huh- I wasnt done. Anyways i-"

"L/n you are wrong."

"Dude im trying to-"

"There was heroes on patrol, how else did you think i found you? There were real heroes ready to protect you, if you had simply shouted people would have been alarmed of such. I dont understand kids and their need to do everything alone." He rolled his eyes behind his mask and continued to stare at me.

"Excuse me but I dont think your in a place to comment on how I react to myself being touched. He was gonna get my skin dirty and for what, two seconds of his school girl fantasy. Ew."

"Your skin....dirty?"

"Yes, he is nowhere near my standards on someone who should be allowed to touch me...not even a brush of the fingers..ugh!"

"Alright well, I cant get you in trouble because then I get in trouble...so, tell me about your quirk while we go on patrol."

His chair sqeaked against the floor as he stood up and it slid back. Then he motioned for me to follow by painting out the door.

Relieved that I didn't have to talk about all the fake reasons people aren't allowed to touch me, and that I could finally get outside so my quirk would stop suffocating me, I was quick to exit the building.

I'm not sure if its the fact that ive only been using a forth of her, but my quirks side effects have been so shitty recently. To the point that our school nurse estimsted my new rate for being inside for an extended period of time was about three hours.

I havent actually combusted in years, but I've been close and god does it hurt. My chest starts to squeeze and I can feel all the energy drain from my body, then pieces of me start to get hold and cold at the same time.

"So what really is your quirk?"

I looked up at the hero next to me as we continued on down the street of the inner City.

"How much did Aizawa tell you?"

"I-he said...she has all the right elements? And told me I'd figure it out.." He scratched the back of his head.

I smirked at that. Who knew aizawa actually listened to the words I said. I was pretty sure after the whole sulking chrollos dick thing, he would have permanently tuned me out.

"Heh, that raggedy ann bastard" I smile smugly.

"So, what does it mean?"

"Ahh, okay so, did you go to U.A?"

"Um yes kid, why?"

Then im certain je knows of my family, explaining my quirk will be easier. God, this really is my favorite part.

I reached my left hand out, knowing he was right handedly and would respond well to it and then spoke.

"Hi, nice to meet you, im y/n l/n of the elementus royal quirk family."

Once he shook my hand I did a polite curtsey, as I learned in ballet to do that instead of bowing. Its much more fun to do this at family event, where I get to wear big dresses and pretend im important...but this'll have to do.

"The-i-oh shit..." He mumbled the last part in defeat, likely just figuring out what he'd gotten himself in to.

"So, im guessing you've got ...."

"Total control, yup" I confirmed.

"And you wanna focus on earth elements, like what flowers?"

I smirk up at him allowing my aura to put an intimidating facade.

"Actually I was thing more like venus fly traps" as I said traps I let my hands clap together mimicking the plant and bit at the air with my teeth.

He stopped walking and just glanced from side to side, waiting for me to start making sense again.

Until we heard some crying in the distance.

The two of our heads shot over and were met with a strange sight. There were three young boys, looked about 8¿ and a man, hero maybe? Crouched in front of them not looking all that nice. He had spike blonde hair, red eyes, gauntlets on his wris-

"Oh my god its bakugou, look sir! Thats the hot guy I switched schools for!"

"Wha-"

"BAKUGOUUUU!! HEYYY!"

his head slowly shifted from the kids to me and it seemed to only make him more angry. Then, once again I couldn't help but bask in the pure aggression...in his eyes.

They were red, fitting for the anger thry held, but it was beautiful. It was passionate, the way he could yell for hours about god knows what because he cares. He may care about petty things, or silly things, but he always cares so much. So passionately. That I can see it in his eyes.

"Oh my, whAt is this costume deary?"best jeanist spoke from ahead of us as we approach.

"Hi sir, sorry about the skin showing, my quirk is heavily enhanced the more my pours are exposed to the natural elements, especially oxygen. If I was more covered parts of my body would begin to go completely numb. Also doesnt my body look amazing! Im a lot more in shape since you saved me last"

I blamed happily at jeanist. Though we arent neceserilly close, he is definitely a great hero and has always been someone who easily sees through my façaude. Plus his fashion sense is wonderful and I often send him pictures of my outfits. Although he doesnt respond I know he sees them and if they were bad he would be mean about it instead of ignoring it.

"Well. It definitely gives your body..access to that. And the sword?"

Ahh...the sword that I liked to carry. It was now stored in its place on my back.

"Call it a good luck charm, plus, we cant rely only on our quirks, then we are just weak people with strong powers. Rather than strong people."

I was always one to put on a show for him, as I do for lost of pro heroes. Its a lot more fun to say things like your all serious and fancy and smart sometimes. Its my little inside joke with myself, like to laugh at how easily people are awed by it.

Like how even though children were still crying bakgou was staring at me face void of emotion, completely struck at my words.

Definitely not..staring at my body that was exposed. Not eyeing the tight strap that wraps my left leg, that he doesnt know is a funcional lasso.

Noticing him, im quick to avert my attention.

"Hey bakugou~"

"Tch you really went from shitty princess to slutty princess huh?"

"You really went from telling deku you'd be number one hero, to making kids cry on the street, huh?" I challenged

I heard the crying boys laugh a little, just the age reminded me of my brother, Im sure they have nothing in common, but I havent seen any of my brothers in quite some time so I suppose a small part of me was just projecting.

I hated that they were crying, though. Ussually I dont like kids, they are stinky and gross and the main reason people have been ruining my life up til now. However, noticing these three reacting to bakugou in a way I wish emotionally available enough for, it made me feel obligated to help them. Wierd, huh.

"Hey, did that guy use his fire all scary?"

"Yeah, he was gonna kill us"

"Fires scary."

I giggled a bit, I knew fire like the back of my hand. It was the first thing I mastered as a child and the way I see bakugou use it doesnt to the element justice.

"Hm, well, I dont think so...can I show you something?"

The kid in the middle, apparently the braver of them, lifted his gaze from the concrete to meet my eyes. Just as I crouched down to my knees in front of them he nodded up at me.

I smiled at this, proud that I earned his trust for...some odd reason.

My hands formed a cup shape in front of him and I focused my ears so I could hear the blood rushing through my own brain, like waves. This was how I learned to use elements singularly: by using my internally noise to block out everything else.

I first allowed a small line of fire to dance around, now bigger than a candle wick. Then through another, and another as the boy watched carefully. Not yet impressed his face was still caustious. However I continued focusing my energy, feeling my body, the air around me, the heat of the sun, even remember the passion from bakugous crimson eyes.

I as I did so the many small flames twirled and twisted within eachother forming into a beautiful blue and orange fluctuating flower.

The boy looked into my hands mouth now agape, tears dried, fear gone. Then, again, for some reasons unbeknownst to me... I felt a sense of pride.

He tapped his friends so they would look up and I continued making my fire into different things, birds, planes, people. The kids were entranced.

I looked back to see the two pros staring at me with a certain level of pride mixer with shock. While bakugou seemed at a loss for words. God knows why this time?

"I don't think fire is all that bad you know..."

"Pft, yeah, I know kid," with that I threw my little flames above their heads and let the sparks fall down of them like shiny glitter. Then, overwhelmed with this horrible feeling in my chest. I retreatdd to my boss for the weak. Was that..happiness? Ew.

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