thought maybe id be over it in a few minutes but tbh my eyes just feel heavy from crying and i still feel like i got a lot in me

attitude

a/n: this is an ask for twilight that i accidentally deleted lol. this one’s gonna be loooooong. i feel really sick today so sorry if it’s really bad 🫠 not proofread because im ashamed of what ive done

cw: overstim <33, clit slapping, twilight being mean cause you pissed him off, you shouldn’t have bitched at him!! he says mean things in the sweetest tone, he still loves you very much, crying, biting, squirting, he cums in you hnnnnn, reader has a vagina and no pronouns

minors do not interact.

twilight was at his wits end. he’d come home to a clean house, a lovely dinner, and yet you were no where to be found. when he ventured into your shared bedroom, you were perched on the bed with your nose in a book. twilight got the feeling you weren’t reading, though.

you glanced at him quickly before letting out a small huff. what was that all about, he wondered. “i’m home, doll,” he smiled, reaching a finger out to push your book down. instead you snatched it away from him, causing him to jump back.

“did you eat?” you asked, still not looking at him. he frowned at your strange behavior. he decided to ignore it, maybe you were just really into that book?

“it was amazing, doll. i cleaned up the dishes for you.”

“hm. thanks,” you mumbled, finally setting your book down. twilight thought you were finally giving him some attention, only to watch you climb off the bed and walk towards the door. “i’m gonna fold the laundry.”

“oh, i did that too.” you grit your teeth. of course he did. he was just doing everything but you, huh?

the reason you were upset at him may have been silly, but you couldn’t help it. when you woke up this morning, there was an ache between your legs. you tried to ignore it, but how could you when your lover was right next to you? it was rare that you woke up before him, so you thought you’d use it to your advantage.

you turned over, wrapping your arms around his waist the same way his were currently wrapped around yours. you leaned up a bit, placing soft kisses on his neck at which he stirred slightly. you pressed your almost naked form closer to him, innocent kisses turning into little love bites. soon enough your lover was awake. “mmm, mornin’.”

“g’morning, baby. sleep well?”

“mhm. always do when you’re next ‘ta me. c’mere,” he mumbled, laying on his back and pulling you into his lap. perfect, you thought.

you ran your hands down his chest, your gaze heated. twilight had closed his eyes again, relishing in the feeling of your body heat. you leaned down, lips hovering over his when—

“are ya comin’ with me today?”

“…huh?”

“you said you wanted to come watch me work, right?” he asked, opening his eyes to look at your confused face. you almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing. here you were in all your glory, horny, barely any clothes on, and he was thinking about work?

you pouted, climbing off of him and laying back down, back towards him. “i’m still sleepy. maybe tomorrow,” you mumbled. twilight thought nothing of it, assuming your attitude was due to you being ‘sleepy’.

“alright, darlin, i’ll see you soon.” without a second thought, twilight rose, planting a kiss on your forehead before going to get ready for the day.

yes, you were pissed off because you didn’t get to fuck your husband in the early morning. damn him for being so hardworking.

now you were standing in the door frame looking silly, still scantily clad with a scowl on your face. “thank you,” you hissed. you had no choice but to walk back to the bed, sitting next to him and picking back up your book. twilight frowned. this was getting frustrating.

“whatsa matter, darlin’? you okay?” he asked directly, prying the book out of your hands. you looked appalled at the fact that he dared take it away from you. “i’m fine—“

“no you’re not. tell me. now.”

“excuse me? why do i have to?” you growled, “whatever. go play with your stupid goats.” with that, you stood once more, marching towards the door. before you could even reach for the handle, your lover’s hand was around your neck, chest pressed to your back.

a growl rumbled in his chest, making you freeze on the spot. you could tell that he was trying to calm his breathing, the grip on your neck pinning you in place. “mind sayin’ that again?”you choked back a whimper, slightly shaking your head no. “i d-didnt mean—“

“you didn’t, huh? so why you been so mean since i got here?” he could feel you swallow. when you didn’t respond, twilight took a moment to sniff the air.

right, just like he thought. surely you wouldn’t talk to him like that for no reason. “how ‘bout you go sit your pretty self back on the bed? i’ll make sure that attitude’s dealt with.”

and that’s how you were tied up by your wrists and stripped bare in the span of 15 minutes.

there were bite marks littering your entire body, coloring your skin in different shades of reds, purples and blues. you trembled, tears decorating your lash line already while your lover sat in front of you and spanked your clit.

“can’t even go one day without me touchin’ this cunt? that’s a lil’ pathetic even for you, doll,” twilight hummed, landing another slap on your clit. you cried out, legs twitching in an effort to close. too bad twilight was absolutely fucking massive. “got me a runner, huh? you know that’s not gonna work, darlin’.”

your pussy was sobbing, a damp spot already formed on the sheets. your clit was so sensitive from his spankings and you didn’t think you could take anymore.

“i-i’m sorry, please let me go! i won’t do it anymore!”

“hm? i’m just givin’ ya what you wanted,” he smirked, thumbing at your over sensitive clit. you gasped, legs trying to close again. he never understood why you kept trying to stop him, you craved his touch. how could he deny you what you had been asking for?

“y’know what? i think you even deserve a reward for waiting for so long,” twilight said while lowering himself and pushing your thighs back, not even giving you a moment to brace yourself as his tongue attacked your swollen bud.

you let out a slutty moan, rolling your hips into his mouth. “ahhn, link!–” finally he was giving you what you wanted and more. you couldn’t help but yell his name, eyes rolling back in pure bliss.

even though he was upset with you, twilight only ever wanted to please you. his dick twitched in his pants at every gasp you let out. more, he needed to hear you more. he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking at your gushing cunt. the tears finally started falling as you came abruptly, overwhelmed by his ministrations and your own sensitivity.

you twisted and turned in your restraints when he didn’t stop, drinking your cum like he hasn’t had water in days. “f-fuuuuck! quit it, let go let go!” you cried. he didn’t listen, not even for a second. instead, he dove his tongue even further into your cunt, viciously tongue fucking you towards your second orgasm. your legs shook in his grasp.

“please please i’m sorry! n-no, no more! too much!” twilight laughed into your cunt at your cries. where’d his tough little darling go? you had only cum once and he was far from done with you.

he kept tongue fucking you until he could feel you cum again, creaming all over his face. he sucked your poor pussy til there was nothing left, pulling away from your clit with a ‘pop’. you continued to shake, eyes squeezed shut. twilight ran his hands up and down your body, massaging the tense muscles. he didn’t need you cramping, he still hadn’t fucked you full of cum.

he gave you a minute before he spoke. “you said you’re sorry?” “mhm,” you whimpered in response. he smiled softly, grabbing your chin and kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue. “how you gonna make it up to me? you thought i’d let ya off that easy, brat?” you flinched at his words. his tone was sinister, holding promises that tonight would not end well for you.

“y’know, i was thinkin’ ‘bout you all day. your pretty face never leaves my mind,” he spoke quietly. “neither does that pretty cunt. thought about how my sweet darling feels so good when i fuck them. after all, don’t i deserve something for dealin’ with that nasty attitude of yours?”

as mean as he sounded, he was testing you. seeing if you wanted to stop. after all of that? fuck no. you needed him to batter your pussy til it was sore. you whimpered once more as you nodded, which made your lover laugh.

“there’s my good doll. just needed me to take care of you, right? then you’ll stop all that bitchin’?”

he finally stripped himself of his clothing, making you drool at the sight of him. you squirmed once more, whining at him. “liiiiiiink!” his dick throbbed painfully at the sound of his name coming from you. “please lemme go, i wanna hold you too.”

you’re so damn cute. how could he say no to such a precious request? he was gonna destroy you.

twilight untied the rope binding your wrists, sighing dreamily when your arms wrapped around his neck. maybe he should let you get this needy more often.

“you ready, darlin’?”

“y-yes, please give it to me,” you whispered, looking him right in the eyes. he could’ve came right then and there.

slowly, he pushed his cock into you, the stretch making you hiss. it felt like he was splitting you open every time and you adored it. a broken moan left your throat, toes curling so hard it hurt. twilight was no better off, shuddering when his hips met yours.

“oh my— fuck, move!” you yelped. he started at an easy pace, letting you get used to his size. your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the pleasure sending you into a frenzy. hell, twilight could even feel you trying to fuck him back, your hips chasing his whenever he pulled back.

“that’s it, fuck, let me feel you,” he growled, gradually increasing his pace. your cunt was so wet, clenching around him so hard, he felt like he was in heaven.

“my p-precious darlin’ was just waitin’ for me, huh? needed me to bury my cock in ya? ‘s that all?”

“yes! yesyesyes, please! i love you so much, please!”

twilights pace stuttered, a choked groan tumbling out of his mouth. “i love you, too. gonna make me cum.” you were about to cum yourself, thighs shaking violently. you pulled him into a searing kiss that sent both of you over the edge. you were cumming so hard you couldn’t breathe, cunt squirting all over your husband and yourself. he moaned loudly, thrusts slowing but never stopping as he fucked his cum into you.

you started growing sensitive once more, begging him to stop, to take a break. but he couldn’t, not when you missed him so much and your pussy fucked him so good. twilight suddenly started fucking you at an animalistic pace, his grip on your hips bruising. you were screaming, certain that the entire village could hear you. your poor neighbors.

“fuckfuck, can’t stop, so fuckin’ good, need more,” he moaned out, throwing your legs over his shoulders. your back arched almost painfully. he was so deep you could only feel him. everything felt so good, too good, and you weren’t sure if you could handle any more.

“link, it’s too good! c-can’t take it! can’t— oh my— hahhhh!” your fucked out babbling was cut short as you came again, squirting all over the two of you once more. you felt so good, you were sobbing. twilight chuckled darkly.

“there ya go, jus’ like that. give me all of it til there’s nothin’ left, you hear me?”

In your Makoto Kamukura au does Makoto ever interact with his class again? I see them all being worried and when someone (most likely Kirigiri) finds him Izuru is pissed.

Yes!! It gets so messy.

The way I'm imagining it right now, Makoto has to leave the supply room for some reason, when Izuru and Nagito aren't there (and maybe this scenario is facilitated by the fact that Kamukoma is happening on the side, so Izuru has truly gotten distracted by Nagito and just assumed that Iteration 2 would always stay in the room).

He leaves the room, and he runs into someone from his class. I'm thinking Hina, because I need the person to be highly passionate and genuine. She sees him and gasps. "Makoto?! It's you! It's really you! But, where have you been?! Everyone was so worried about you! We were so worried!"

He sees that she's upset, even though the name "Makoto" is entirely new to him, and he says, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."

And Hina notices that he's talking strangely, but she's too caught up in the fact that he's here to really deal with that, so she just goes, "Come on; the others have to see you!" and drags him to class.

They're all astonished and excited, in their own ways, to see their missing friend back (but with way longer hair, red eyes, and looking– as Leon put it –like he'd been living in a cave). Makoto stands there and just kind of takes it all in, and Kyoko is the most aware that something is seriously, fundamentally off about him. In fact, she interrupts the merriment to ask:

"Do you recognize us?"

The others are (with very few exceptions) not there yet, and they do all the "What are you talking about? It's Makoto. Of course he recognizes us," that is to be expected.

Makoto doesn't answer, because there's a lot going on and he's more focused on learning from it. He hasn't had to say pretty much anything this whole time, because everyone else was talking over each other.

"Makoto?" Kyoko says. "Do you recognize us?"

Makoto looks at her and gathers that, while she won't like the truth, it is also all she'll accept. He softens the blow by saying, "I know that you're Kyoko Kirigiri, Ultimate Detective and daughter of Headmaster Kirigiri."

"Yes, Hina and Hifumi both said my name, Hiro mentioned my ultimate talent, and my connection to the headmaster can be gleaned in any number of ways. I asked if you recognize me."

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any memory of being the person you knew."

The others have their shocked and dismayed reactions, and Kyoko does take a second to feel the revelation, but then she just grimly nods and says, "Is that at all related to the scar on your forehead?" (A straight scar, seemingly dealt by a blade held by a steady hand. A surgical scar.)

Makoto knows that it will cause problems if he shares any more information. "There isn't much that I can explain. I'm sorry that I don't know how to be who you want me to be. I can try to learn. But for now, it wouldn't be safe if I stayed here much longer. I have to go back to...my room."

"You mean your dorm room?" Chihiro asks nervously.

Makoto makes blank eye contact and says nothing.

"You can't go!" Taka protests. "You'll miss class! You've already been absent for-"

"My friend doesn't want me around other people, and the Steering Committee doesn't want the general public to know about me. I would be putting you in danger if I stayed." He leaves.

But he'll be back.

He's learned this body's name: Makoto Naegi. The Ultimate...Lucky Student? Like Nagito?

He's learned a lot today.

(Eventually, the class finds out that Nagito knew where Makoto was. Eventually, Izuru finds out that his Iteration 2 has been talking to people who knew him before he was himself. Drama ensues.)

𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜 [𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦]

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The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail Pairings: Blade x Fem!reader x Alhaitham Warnings: polyamory and nothing else, i guess, just a little fluff.

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq I just love these mens so damn much and I want both of them, so this headcanon got the right to live.

✦ Blade

◉ Blade is not a person who will express his feelings in words. He is silent even when it comes to you. In his understanding, the fact that he is ready to protect and give his life for you is in itself a manifestation of his feelings.

◉ You will not often feel his presence in the house in principle. He values privacy. Both yours and his own. You can never tell exactly what is going on in his head, rejoicing in those rare moments when he can express his concern with a short physical contact, as well as the desire to simply show that he missed you. Although the boundaries are too blurry to understand if he is upset at the moment or just wants to feel your warmth, you shouldn't think about it, just stay close to him.

◉ Blade's presence will be barely noticeable during the day, but you can always feel the warmth of his body at night, when he quietly sneaks into your shared bedroom to get under your blanket. You can say that he is so quiet and careful not to disturb your sleep, but, in fact, this is his nature — Blade has an amazing ability to remain unnoticed when he does not want to be noticed.

◉ He may be silent and withdrawn, but he is quite straightforward. Everything that Blade says, even if it will be quite short sentences, will always be said exclusively to the point. If he wants to say that he loves you, he will say it without delay. If something pisses him off, Blade will state it briefly and clearly. This is one of the traits of his character, which has both a positive side and a rather unpleasant one. It is very valuable for you that Blade is sincere in his statements, but at the same time his words can sometimes hurt. It's just worth getting used to.

✦ Alhaitham

◉ It took some time, but you were still able to get into feelings for a person like him.

◉ Alhaitham, like Blade, is quite straightforward, but at the same time overly meticulous in everything he says or does. His discontent can result in whole lectures, and his praises sound short and cold. He believes that excessive praise can adversely affect the effectiveness of what Alhaitham praises a person for, while a long analysis of mistakes can lead to the fact that a person will no longer commit them in the future. The same applies to relationships. His words of love sound rare and almost indifferent, although Alhaitham is not one of those who would say a word that he didn't want to say, so you cannot doubt their sincerity. But as for conflicts… It's very hard with him.

◉ Alhaitham is a stay-at-home person, so he will spend almost all his free time at home. Do not delude yourself and believe that he will spend his leisure time with you, he will prefer to spend this time on something useful for him personally.

◉ He loves privacy, but he also cannot ignore some of the reasonable desires that you declare out loud. If you wish to share a bed with him, Alhaitham will not object. Let you hardly wait for warm hugs from him, because even when Alhaitham needs attention and affection, he is unlikely to initiate any intimacy, but he will not mind if you snuggle up to him while you sleep. It is not difficult and pleasant for him to feel the touch of your skin on his, so he has no reason to refuse.

✦ Alhaitham x Blade

◉ How could these two even get together? A strange question, because they are almost the same. You can barely contain your laughter when you notice how similar the expressions that almost never fall off their faces are. These two really get along well and have found a common language in their general unwillingness to contact each other without urgent need. Their relationship can be called very quiet, but pleasant to both of them.

◉ In fact, you often catch yourself thinking that Alhaitham and Blade would ideally live together, although you (like them, oddly enough) cannot deny the fact that you are something of a social glue for these two. If it weren't for you, you can't even imagine how rarely these two would talk to each other.

◉ As for you… Well, both of these very unusual men think you're the perfect partner, so they're here. You are calm and quiet enough to not annoy them, you are moderately energetic and attentive so that they feel that the three of you are really a family. They show their love in the same way — allowing you to push them around sometimes when they feel they can give in, allowing you to distract them from work when you need a little attention, allowing you to pour into their ears about the problems that bother you when you need it, allowing them to change, perhaps for the better, when you show your affection towards them by kissing and hugging them or gathering them at the same table for a family dinner.

◉ Sometimes it irritates and amazes you at the same time that both of these unbearable men agree with each other in almost everything in some amazing way. Although Alhaitham is just too pragmatic, and Blade, in turn, is simply asocial and principled in what he personally thinks is right, their views converge in many ways. For example, in their general unwillingness to almost never spend leisure time outside the house for all three of them anywhere except the bar (this was a compromise that you all came to, although Alhaitham is still confident that the three of you could safely drink at home) or in their general condemnation of your cooking skills (your jaw literally dropped when you tasted the dinner that these two cooked, so you swallowed your resentment at their harsh words about your cooking along with the delicious food prepared by your lovers).

◉ And after all of the above, a reasonable question arises — why are you with them at all? You really thought about it more than once, but each time you came to the conclusion that love for these two should not give in to any logic. These men… They're the ones you can really rely on. No matter how cold they look, they are both united by feelings for you, which, even if they are not expressed in the usual way for everyone, but, believe me, they are strong enough if someone like them allowed a girl like you to break into their calm, measured life.

And now, when Blade sighs with displeasure, but still presses his gloved fingers into your side, pulling you closer to his body while you leave a short kiss on his cheek, and then when Alhaitham's lips are touched by a barely noticeable smile, even though he still does not look away from the pages of your book, while you do the same with him, you feel really happy.

so i’m lactose intolerant and stupidly had some cereal for breakfast so i’m now paying the price of having an upset stomach and it got me thinking. what would andy’s reaction to finding out that reader is lactose intolerant and ignores it and still eats dairy products

Treat Yourself

Summary: How Andy deals with your ill-advised love of ice cream. Andy Barber x Black Reader

Warnings: Some Fluff, Dash of Smut, Lactose Intolerance, Mentions of Grumpy Andy, Dry Humping, Cursing, Mentions of Oral Sex (m rec), Spanking (referenced), Minors DNI

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To be honest, it confuses the hell out of Andy every time he sees you enjoying a bowl of strawberry ice cream. Because you both are keenly aware of the fact that you're going to regret it sooner rather than later, especially since you don't always remember to take those stupid Lactaid pills.

And when you don't, he has to deal with you clutching your tummy complaining about cramps. Or worse yet, you refuse to cuddle with him because you're worried about being too gassy. Because, no, you haven't gotten to the point where you feel comfortable enough to fart in front of him.

Which, he maintains, is beyond ridiculous. But that is a story for another time. Instead, you choose to hole up in the bathroom with your Kindle to simply wait it out.

Andy absolutely hates when you pull that shit, because it cuts into his snuggle time. And you've since learned that your hotshot attorney gets real grumpy when you deprive him of his cuddles. While most of your friends think you're lying, you've seen first hand just how big of a baby Andrew Barber can become when deprived of his precious snuggles.

Even the threat of a spanking isn't always enough to remind you to go light on the dairy.

The way you see it, it's your body. And there's no way in hell that you're going to go without your favorite treat. So at this point, your boyfriend just rolls his eyes every time he sees you happily torturing yourself.

In fact, the only time he doesn't complain is when you decide to bring your beloved creamy delight to bed. Holding the pint, you straddle his hips while making a show of just how good each bite tastes. Your Big Man is practically putty in your hands as you shamelessly writhe against his hard cock, with your spoon half hanging out of your mouth.

And of course you're willing to share. But being the clumsy girl that you are, you can't seem to help but accidentally spill a little on his broad, tattoo-covered chest.

"Oops. Sorry, honey." You giggle, before leaning down to lap at the rapidly melting dessert. Wanting to be thorough, you make sure to take your time cleaning up, swirling your tongue over his nipples and peppering his exposed skin with tiny kisses as you go. But then, as luck would have it, the same thing happens again.

And again.

And again.

It's a damn shame, really. Because by the time you're through, you're all out of ice cream, while your big, bad boyfriend is reduced to a growly, sticky, shuddering mess.

And since the blame falls squarely on your shoulders, you eventually find yourself in the shower, apologizing on your knees while he uses your mouth however he likes.

Oh, and it's probably also worth mentioning that favorite treat also doubles as the perfect remedy for a poor, overworked throat. Which, strangely enough, is something you seem to be suffering from an awful lot these days.

What a strange coincidence.

END

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I know you asked this a while ago, but I do hope that you're feeling better!

Gideon the Ninth audiobook, to the end of Part 3

I'm not as sure of Isaac's accent anymore. Sometimes it sounds kind of French, and other times it sounds like something completely different

Camilla says "Lady Septimus is too willing to believe in fairy stories, same as always" which is an interesting note about the real Dulcinea, but I think is actually not true of Cytherea at all

Corona seems very upset about not having a facility key during the scene where Palamedes reveals that there is only one of each key, or at least like she's had some terrible fight with Ianthe about it. The first time through it reads like she is mad that Ianthe got their key without telling her about it, but I think now that she probably doesn't want to pretend to be interested in the key, but Ianthe is insisting that she do so, maybe? Or maybe just that Ianthe seems to be operating in her own interests, and not actively trying to help Corona pretend to be a necromancer anymore. She offers Palamedes a lot material gain in exchange for keys, I'm not sure if this is an act or not

In Chapter 20, Cytherea was wondering why everyone was assuming the trial was meant to be competitive, and that people weren't meant to help each other. I think perhaps it really was meant to be a collaborative exercise - the OG Lyctors collaborated to come up with the process in the first place, they probably expected that later ones would also collaborate and share keys and information. Weirdly, Judith seems to have been right about this, too, but she also mistakenly assumed that everyone would consent to let her take control of everything

Gideon totally describes a wheel of cheese as if it were some strange food from Mars here

According to Palamedes, Harrow already knew there was only one key per challenge. But how did she know that? Palamedes went around and did all of the challenges, possibly multiple times, except for the avulsion one, but we know that Harrow didn't do any twice because Gideon would have been there for that. So how did she know or guess that?

If Teacher was working with Cytherea like I suspected earlier, he would have been convenient to help her get the bodies into the incinerator, especially if she really were in trouble or unable to get up/around after Harrow took Protesilaus apart. The question of who carted off Protesilaus' body was never answered, I don't think. Also, when they started dueling, Teacher just left, rather than trying to get them to stop

Isaac said that Jeannemary had found the dead body in the incinerator, but she's not a necromancer. So how would she have seen that before Isaac did?

Corona doesn't even pretend to examine the contents of the incinerator, Gideon decides this is because she feels she is above getting her hands dirty. Since a lot of necromancy is pretty dirty stuff, I wonder if she cultivated the appearance of that specifically so it wouldn't seem weird when she declined to do any necromancy? I don't think that's an actual part of her personality, based on how she is in Nona

Judith challenged Palamedes in response to Mayonnaise Uncle taking Cytherea's keys. Like, she obviously did pick on the person she thought had the weakest cavalier, but the thing that caused her to take action was Mayonnaise Uncle, and not anything that Palamedes did. I didn't actually remember that

I sort of wonder why Babs listened to Ianthe and not Corona when it came to the duel, both when Corona told him to fight in place of Camilla and Ianthe told him not to, and then later when Ianthe wanted him to challenge Camilla himself. I think it probably has to do with whatever fight they had and the fact that Ianthe was trying to prop up Corona's claim to being a necromancer here by claiming that they are trying to get Corona a facility key, while Corona was seemingly throwing that away, sort of like when she was practicing with a sword and Babs came to retrieve her? She seems to be wanting to break free of the need to pretend that starting from around this time, while Ianthe an Babs are pulling her back to it

Corona about Judith: "I'm not even slightly sad about pantsing her when we were 8", haha

Babs: "I should have stayed home and gotten married", Ianthe: "As if anyone was even offering" - sort of reminds me of Ianthe talking about how Babs dated a lot of people but always got cheated on in the Unwanted Guest

Harrow says to Palamedes "your necromancer is wounded" when they are talking about who should go into the facility and who should stay with Cytherea. Is this a mistake in the actual book, or just a mistake in the audiobook? I don't have the ebook on this operating system, so I can't check

When they're poking around in Sanitizer, Isaac says that a lot of bodies were burned there. I wonder if this was cleanup from the deaths of the 10 billion, or if that was just how they got rid of bodies back when Canaan House was occupied. It seems to have been occupied at some point, because Palamedes says that the one skeleton was born and died at Canaan House, and possibly that's where the other skeletons came from, also

I'm glad I'm not reading the audiobook for the first time here, because listening to the Fourth teens get murdered at like 1 AM would not have been good for my mental health. This is still the scariest part of all three books, for me, and it's more intense with the audiobook

{ 07 }

- sharing a bed together with the first years -

featuring: megumi fushiguro; yuji itadori; + nobara kugisaki x fem.reader

-separate imagines-

[ megumi fushiguro ]

gojo satoru was a bastard-

and he knew it.

ever since your nosy teacher found out about your crush on megumi fushiguro, you could have sworn gojo was doing all that he could to set you up on "romantic encounters" with your fellow classmate.

and it was driving you damn near up the wall.

megumi was so stoic and emotionless through it all that you were 100% certain he wasn't catching on. in fact, the only thing he commented on was how often you were paired together.

and today was no different.

your latest mission had taken you and megumi to the heart of shibuya, researching on some age old curse that was tormenting a certain area of the city.

after doing a quick reconnaissance mission, gojo had given you orders to return back to the destined hotel and to rest and wait for further instructions. he had promised you that the room would have two separate, queen-sized beds-

so imagine your horror upon seeing a single king sized bed settled in the middle of your hotel room.

the bastard had purposely lied to you, and you swore if you had to sleep at such a close proximity to megumi, then you were going to spontaneously combust.

in contrast to your panic, megumi was as calm and tranquil as an untouched pond, unfazed and disinterested as he dropped his duffel bag on the provided couch all while asking, "is there a spot you'd rather have? i'm cool with taking whatever side."

"u-uhm that's okay, fushiguro, i-i can just sleep on the couch or something."

the young man scowls at you, "are you kidding me? the couch barely has enough room, and it can't transform into a futon. it's more practical to just sleep on the bed."

well, when he put it that way, it was clear that megumi wouldn't relent and allow you to sleep away from him. you sigh and come to agree with him with a heavy heart.

staking your claim on the left side of the bed, you watch as megumi takes the right side. hoping to try and relax, you tell him that you were going to take a shower, grabbing your pajamas before immediately locking yourself into the bathroom.

the shower did little to calm your nerves. despite how much you turned the faucet to pelt you with the hottest droplets of water, you couldn't stop your heart from racing at the thought of sharing the same bed with him.

after spending thirty minutes in the shower, you let out a deep sigh and shut off the water. maybe if you get out now, you can pretend to sleep if he decides to take a shower himself.

with you now fully dressed, you continue to dry yourself as the leftover droplets were seen running down your neck. megumi looks over to say something to you, only to fall short. his eyes were uncharacteristically wide while his mouth kept opening and closing.

this behavior was odd, and you figured the shampoo the hotel provided smelled strange or something. yet when you took a sniff at your body, you could only detect the mild scent of lavenders.

before you could ask megumi what was wrong, he quickly excuses himself all while slamming the bathroom door. the annoyance was clear on his face, and you figured it truly was best for you to fall asleep as soon as possible to avoid further upsetting him.

you get under the covers, having every intention of letting sleep consume you-

but when you heard the shower turn on, all you could think about was how hot megumi must look naked beneath the shower's spray. you had seen his body a few times throughout the weeks you spent together at school, which was admittedly what had made you develop such an intense infatuation with him.

speaking of infatuation, you could already feel your heart beat even faster from within your chest. the feeling coupled along with the butterflies that took over your stomach made you feel so sick all of a sudden.

and there was no way you could do this.

just when you were about to get out of bed and demand to be in another room, megumi appears out of the bathroom. dressed only in a dark pair of sweatpants, you could see the way the water ran down his perfectly sculpted body, making you squeak as you buried your face within the blankets. you were too damn embarrassed to move, and with how good megumi looked, you had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

not questioning your weird behavior, you hear megumi walk across the room to shut off the lights. blanketed in complete darkness, you couldn't help but tremble, feeling the bed dip with megumi's added weight.

for several minutes, the only sounds that were heard were both of your breathings. you tried to keep your breathing as even as possible, yet it was almost impossible for you to do so. you were just so nervous.

megumi made you nervous.

and the fact that you liked him so much made it all the more difficult.

clenching your eyes shut, you willed yourself to not think about it.

don't think about how soft megumi's hair looked after a shower.

don't think about how he was laying next to you, half naked with only a pair of sweats hanging from his hips.

don't think about how good he smelled.

or how-

your thoughts were suddenly cut off when you finally fell asleep. admittedly, it was the type of restless slumber, where your limbs seemed to take on a mind of its own, moving all across the mattress all while seeking some form of warmth.

the temperature had suddenly dropped within the hotel room due to the automatic air conditioning. as the cold air blew into the room, you found yourself reaching out to megumi in your sleep. you didn't stop moving toward him until you were a tangle of limbs, with your face pressed against his shoulder and his chin resting on top of your head.

only when you felt the steady heartbeat against your skin did you open your eyes and let out a gasp.

your entire body was pressed against megumi's, with your chest against his chest as a wave of dizziness washes over you. your face felt hot, and when you tried to push him away, he ends up tightening his grip on you.

"don't move away from me." you shyly meet his gaze, only to find him blushing down at you. "it's cold in here, and you're warm."

gripping the back of your neck, he hides your face within his chest to prevent you from seeing his flustered expression.

"go to sleep."

hearing his heart begin to race, you couldn't help but smile, nuzzling yourself even closer to megumi as you felt yourself smiling against his skin.

maybe gojo wasn't such a bastard after all.

[ yuji itadori ]

"whoa, this is so cool! we get to share a room together!"

you barely had time to put your belongings down when yuji ran to you and wrapped his arms around you. his enthusiasm makes you giggle, and you swore that if he was a puppy, you'd see his tail wagging with excitement.

but there seemed to be a glaring issue that yuji was ignoring.

"uhm, you do realize there's only one bed, right?"

as if hearing your question for the first time, yuji looks behind him to see that you were indeed correct. settled in the corner of the room was a single queen-sized bed, but that didn't deter yuji in the slightest.

"that's okay, you can have the bed! i'll just spread some bedsheets on the floor, just throw me a pillow and-"

"absolutely not!" you refused to let yuji sleep on the floor. it was like making a cute puppy sleep all by himself in a cold and dark attic-

okay, maybe you were exaggerating just the tiniest bit, but just the thought of yuji being on the cold, hard floor was painful enough.

"yuji, we can share the bed! there's plenty of room for us! besides, it'll be like our own personal sleepover!"

you could see the way yuji's eyes lit up with happiness. "awesome, it's a deal!"

you were happy to say that there was no drama when it came to you and yuji preparing for bed. after taking a bath and getting comfortable in your respective sleeping clothes, you each fell into bed and began talking about all sorts of things.

you adored yuji so much; he was whom you considered to be your best friend and main confidant when you had issues in your life. as you listened to yuji and the way he whispers excitedly to you, you felt your eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

and you were so comfortable that you fell asleep instantly while laying beside your best friend.

your dreams were a bit muddled, yet you swore you felt someone gently touching at your face. they were whispering your name, and you shivered a bit with pleasure when you felt the back of their hand running down your skin.

but something about that touch felt too warm and too real to just be a dream. slowly, you open your eyes to see yuji still awake with the softest expression on his face.

his chocolate brown eyes were honed in on your features, appearing as though he were yearning for you. it was a face you had never seen him make before, and the fact that it was directed at you made you feel all sorts of emotions.

you end up surprising yuji when you place a hand over his, making him gasp when he nearly jumps out of bed. he lets out a shaky cry of your name, yet you did your best to remain calm.

"yuji, i've never felt you touch me so gently before." you shut your eyes and keep the palm of his hand against your cheek. "it's nice."

it was now yuji's turn to feel embarassed, turning a beet red as he shyly inches closer to you. "c-can i tell you a secret?"

"of course."

you open your eyes to see yuji swallow thickly before admitting, "i like you."

"i know." you tell him all while letting out a soft laugh. "i like you, too. and to prove it-"

wanting to see his reaction, you press a kiss against the tip of his nose, earning a surprised squeak from him as his whole face began to turn red in response to your little kiss.

who knew your boyfriend could be so adorable?

[ nobara kugisaki ]

"hey, what are you reading?"

nobara, being the clingy girl that she was, immediately wraps her arms around your shoulders. she affectionately nuzzles your cheek, trailing her eyes over the novel you were currently reading.

"ugh, how boring." she immediately takes the novel away from you, tossing it to the other side of the room as you scolded her. "n-nobara! what was that for?!"

"come on, we just landed a sweet hotel and all you wanna do is read? let's order room service and eat all the cakes we want in bed!"

"you can go ahead and do that. i would like to avoid having a stomachache, thank you very much!"

"suit yourself~" her voice trills as she picks up the phone to order her cakes while you went to pick up your book and continue to read where you left off.

when the cakes arrived, you found yourself not paying attention to nobara as you were sucked into the storyline of your book. the plot had you on the edge of your seat, and you found yourself wanting to know more with each new chapter.

you were halfway through your novel when you finally realized how late it was getting and how stiff your body felt from sitting in one position for too long. as you stretched out your legs, you felt the crumpling of cupcake wrappers beneath your feet and scowled.

"you made such a mess!" before you could scold nobara for not throwing away her trash, you felt the words become trapped in your throat the moment you saw her fast asleep while curled next to you in bed.

despite her rambunctious nature and extroverted personality, nobara was quite the beauty. you had always admired just how pretty she was, often comparing her to the sun with her ginger hair and bright eyes.

even now, with cake crumbs and half eaten cookies surrounding her, you found her to be achingly beautiful. as if caught in a spell, you feel yourself inching closer to her, taking in her peach tinted lips and the way her eyelashes brush against her skin. your hand reaches out to brush her hair back, only to have it caught within nobara's tight grip.

almost immediately, you were pushed back in bed with nobara smiling slyly. she hovers over you, all while cooing, "it's about time my precious girlfriend gave me some attention. i was truly about to give myself a tummy ache had you not stopped reading, cutie ♡ !"

"nobara, you absolute brat-"

you were cut off when she kisses you, allowing you to taste all the chocolates and frosting from her lips alone.

only nobara could give you the sweetest kisses, and you knew your anger and annoyance had quickly melted the moment her lips met with yours.

a.n. - this little imagine is part of my little gift for all you readers ♡ by some miracle, this blog reached 600 followers and i'm so happy! i had no idea this blog would blow up so much, since all i wanted to do was write down my daydreams and thirst posts and have them all neat and tidy on this one blog. i didn't think anyone would truly enjoy them, but i'm so damn happy that you all do ♡

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

can you please write some larissa x reader where the reader has scoliosis and is super insecure about how their back looks since their shoulder blade sticks out and their rib cage is crooked and is in a good amount of pain from it. i’ve been feeling super insecure and bad about my body and i just want some comfort from her.

Beautiful Bodies

Larissa Weems x student!reader

Authors Note: I hope this can make many of my readers feel comforted in the fact that you all have beautiful bodies. I apologize if I didn’t encapsulate scoliosis in a meaningful way. I tried my best.

I used a poem by a creator named Lydia as a part of my inspiration. Here is the link to her poem. I also used inspiration from Amy Poehler’s book and a favorite poem by Amanda Lovelace.

“Good afternoon, Y/n.” Your ever-professional Principal sat next to you as you studied in the library. You were actually pretending to study, but who cares either which way. You looked up and over to her, looking away from your computer screen, even seated she was much taller than you.

“Good afternoon, Principal Weems.” You give her a light smile, unsure of why she was seated with you. Typically, Principal Weems didn’t see students for the fun of it. She wanted to talk to you about something and you didn’t think that you had committed any infractions.

“The school nurse came and talked to me about your most recent visit to see her…” Larissa gently prodded around the topic, wanting you to speak freely rather than her pry it out of you. She wanted yo to want to speak about your scoliosis and how it makes you feel rather than making you uncomfortable.

You take a deep breath and shift your body so you could speak to her, “I’m okay really. I think I was just having a hard day so I just broke down. I’m better now.”

Your response wasn’t reassuring to Principal Weems. She smiled gently and tilted her head at you, “You can talk to me, honey. It’s just us in here.”

“You don’t know what it’s like.” You tried shutting down the conversation before it could truly get started, but Principal Weems persisted

“No, I don’t, but I do know what its like to not feel beautiful.” You sat there in silence, a little upset with her that she decided to bring up your deep insecurities. You shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to look at her any longer.

“I hated my height growing up and my peers even made it clear that I was a little too tall. When I still dated men, most thought I was too tall. It’s hard trying to fit into the beauty box that others want us in. For a long time, I shape-shifted to not be myself. I’ve never regretted something more.” Principal Weems began sharing her experiences with you.

“When we are young, especially young women, there is a little demon of sorts that begins walking with us. He will tell us all of these horrible things that we sometimes may begin to believe about ourselves.” Principal Weems wisdom was beginning to make some sense, you listened, but you remained skeptical of her words, “Now, with good friends or an even better therapist, we begin to tame the demon, making him smaller and smaller until we can relegate him to a shelf in the back of our closet. Every so often mine comes out of hiding now to tell me my height is strange for a woman or that my stature inhibits my femininity. And I tell him, ‘I am far too busy for your funny business today.’”

Her joke made you smile, but you still weren’t feeling exactly better about yourself. Principal Weems reached out tenderly, placing a hand on your shoulder and rubbing it gently, “As a brilliant poet once said, you don’t need to look a certain way to earn someone’s heart, no matter your shape, no matter your size, be proud of all the space your body dares to take up.”

Principal Weems scooted a little closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, giving you the lightest of side hugs, “Our bodies are incredibly unique. I’m sorry for the pain you go through. It’s certainly not fair in the grand scheme of things, but you should know that you, my dear, are beautiful.”

Imagine, for a second, you are Sulaiman Dawood.

You and your father are extremely close. You have talked for hours about history and have gone on many vacations to see historical sites. You know that he is extremely busy as a businessman and one of the richest men in the world. But each time you get to bond over a cool history fact is one memory that you know you'll be able to cherish.

Imagine, your father is asking you about the Titanic one day. Like most teenagers, you have gone through a titanic phase and find the whole thing really fascinating. You've watched the movie, seen the documentaries, and read multiple books. Your father says that he has found a company that could take you up close and personal with the ship in a submarine.

Honestly, the thought of going miles under the sea freaks you out. But your father seems to think it's safe, so you trust him.

Imagine the day that you fly out to Newfoundland and get on a boat to sail out to the wreckage. You're a bit nervous but still excited. That is until you see the submarine. It's tiny, cramped, and has very little light. The CEO says that everything is completely safe. Your father tells you it will be fine. You really don't want to go, but the trip is happening on Father's day, and you really really don't want to disappoint your dad then. Plus, what kind of a son would you be if you made your father forfeit hundreds of thousands of dollars? Sure, it's peanuts compared to his wealth, but it's the principle of the thing.

So you get in, the crew seals you in from the outside, and you feel the submersible hit the water. Almost immediately, it starts sinking. Within minutes, the outside window is completely dark and the only lighting is from inside the submersible. It's also really sweaty because you're sharing the space with four other old men, and the smell is not the greatest.

But after an hour and some change, you notice that the CEO, the one captaining the boat, is acting a little strange. You keep your mouth shut, but what little controls there are are acting strange. Finally, he turns around and apologizes, saying that there is an issue with the submersible, that you are sinking too fast and the weight was not properly calibrated. Not to worry, he says, we'll just head back up and try again tomorrow.

But you notice the rest of the crew seems to be a bit nervous as well. The CEO is cursing under his breath and he says that he's released the sandbags, but you're not going up fast enough. You turn to your father and start to ask him a question, but before you can even comprehend it, the submersible has imploded within the space of 0.15 seconds. The inside of the sub briefly reaches temperatures that rival the surface of the sun. Your blood boils, your eardrums explode, and your body is so thoroughly disintegrated that not even cells will survive. But even if you had survived the implosion, the pressure certainly will. With over six thousand pounds per square inch, there is no chance that you will even have time to comprehend that you are underwater before your death.

This is not a sympathetic post towards the billionaires and everyone who knew the risks. This is a post about the son, who very well might have grown up to do good or to continue his father's empire and make the world worse. But we won't ever know, and I am going to be forever upset at the father who clearly thought he was invulnerable and who took the chance that his son would be too.

Eat the rich. Fuck billionaires. But this kid did not deserve this awful, untimely death. The rest of them can rot in hell for all I care. But he had a short life and didn't deserve to go out in that way.

CLJ Recaps

There sure is a lot of body swapping and disguising people in this show!

Despite the fact that Danyin was a bitch to Orchid for petty jealous reasons, being rescued by her has made her think differently. Everyone else in Shuiyuntian is apparently convinced that Orchid was a spy all along. Changheng is pleased to hear that Danyin doesn't agree. She reluctantly admits that Orchid is kind enough to save her life despite past treatment.

Even more shocking is that Danyin willingly volunteers to help rescue Orchid. This involves magic to make her look like Changheng, so he can go to Cangyan Sea. Yunzhong has apparently put his brother under house arrest because expressing feelings is wrong & bad so disguising himself as Danyin will help him slip away.

I've noticed this before, but the Silent Moon Palace has really interesting cultural references. The windows remind me of mosques. Face veils have apparently been worn since the Han Dynasty. Unlike the fairy realm, black complimented by a jewel tone seems to be the dominant palette for palace staff here.

Orchid is worried that food here won't be good, but instead it ends up looking more delicious than the food she's used to. It's also plated like a Michelin restaurant: with a thousand tiny plates and portions.

Orchid declares that she will no longer be a cruel ruler, thus ruining Moon Supreme's reputation.

Orchid then basically says, "No wonder your brother doesn't like you," which is SUCH a funny thing to say. DFQC only scoffs and says, "I'm the Moon Supreme that everyone fears. I don't need anyone to like me." SURE JAN!

The mention of his brother upsets DFQC and he reminds Orchid that he's the one most likely to see through the body swap. JUST LIKE I SAID BEFORE!

Back at Fountain Palace, Danyin is having a great time pretending to be Changheng. Lookit her smile!

Her fun is short-lived because Lord Liyuan shows up for a surprise visit! I literally yelled while watching Danyin talk to her father with Changheng's face because it was SO FUNNY. She accidentally calls him "dad" but then quickly recovers and praises herself.

The real reason Liyuan is there is to discuss how bad things will likely get now that DFQC has been resurrected. Danyin still defends Orchid, but finds it strange that she doesn't belong to any of the 8 immortals. And then she makes a hypothesis that literally made me gasp.

To immediately come to that conclusion means that Danyin is actually incredibly smart! How exactly was the Xilan Tribe wiped out? It's probably related to why Orchid doesn't have any memories in this reincarnation.

Liyuan immediately shoots down the idea. He knows Xiyun's mother and grandmother and has seen plenty of Xilan holy grass before. He apparently carefully examined Orchid's spirit on the day of the ceremony but found her true form to be strange.

Orchid's true form must have been locked away for a reason. I wonder if her parents saw the future where Orchid suffers due to falling in love with DFQC and did it to protect her?

But also the fact that literally no one in Shuiyuntian knew that Orchid wasn't a flower spirit means that she is extremely powerful. I'M SO READY TO UNLOCK THIS VERSION OF HER!

While Orchid learns about Cangyan Sea history in the bath, Danyin is discovered by Rong Hao. Oh no, looks like his plans are in danger of falling apart! And so is the body swap plot.

Idk why Silent Moon Palace has windows where you can peep at people bathing, but a servant caught "Orchid" being scrubbed while blindfolded and reports to Xunfeng. She says that they're always with each other and even share chopsticks and dishes.

Xunfeng calls bullshit. DFQC is apparently someone who doesn't like touching dishes left by others. Sorry, can't relate! Despite being born and raised in the U.S., I'm still Filipino and I'm used to sharing food with my family.

The servant goes on to say that DFQC thanked her, which is the most telling thing. Orchid is kind to everyone regardless of who they are, but DFQC only acknowledges the strong. Why would he pay any attention to a maid? "It's like he's a different person." That sets the wheels off in XF's head!

To test if it's really his brother XF challenges DFQC to a duel. DFQC tries to help get out of it but XF will not tolerate his interruption in Orchid's body.

According to Moon Tribe tradition, DFQC can neither refuse the duel nor have outsiders watch. Before DFQC!Orchid is banished from the throne room, he mouths "Shang Que" in hopes that Orchid catches on. Luckily she does and orders SQ to duel in her stead.

Xunfeng mentions a technique that's translated as "Black Slash", so I assume it's a sword move. He then makes it seem like he's challenging SQ by saying, "I wonder if you're powerful enough to break it."

It turns out this is a piece of information that only DFQC would have known and he failed the test.

This screenshot is like the physical manifestation of the phrase "it dawned on him". Xunfeng turns directly into the sunlight to make this declaration.

He also gives the most glorious side eye this ep and I'm so here for it. He explains to the servant that when they were children, XF begged his brother every day to teach him the Black Slash. DFQC said he would when XF grew up, but killed their father before that happened.

Go off and reveal your tragic backstory to some rando, king! XD

Plan Kill DFQC is still in motion and in true villain tradition everyone shows up to the Dark Pine Forest in the middle of the night, wearing their best fits. Rong Hao does a test of his concentrated evil, killing one of Xunfeng's guards instantly with it.

Says the guy plotting to kill his own brother to the guy who is willing to literally tear the world apart to bring his master back.

The long-awaited storm has finally arrived and Orchid & DFQC go to the same forest where Xunfeng & co did their plotting. Immediately after they leave, Changheng shows up in Silent Moon Palace. And our main duo runs into Rong Hao and Die Yi in the most villain coded scene I've seen in my life.

There's lightning in the background and Rong Hao smirks. He knows exactly what's up, even though Orchid is still pretending to be the Moon Supreme. He unleashes the concentrated evil spirit and DFQC moves in front of Orchid to block the attack. Probably counting on the hellfire to activate and protect them both.

Instead, we see white magic block the attack and Rong Hao steps back. He immediately recognizes Changheng's magic before the man himself appears. Orchid forgets herself as soon as she sees him.

Unfortunately, he's affected by the concentrated evil. When you've watched dramas as long as I have, you develop a sense of when someone is gonna cough up blood. This was the time. Orchid goes from :D to D: real quick.

In the background, you hear Orchid's cries becoming frantic and Rong Hao's shock can be seen through his mask as he breathes heavily.

DFQC finally releases his grip on Orchid and lets her run to CH. But not before tossing an item infused with a teleportation spell. Orchid collides with the open portal and immediately disappears.

Die Yi is adamant about killing Changheng but obviously, RH refuses. He says that CH has already been infected and it's more important to find Orchid.

He asks if she's OK and if she was harassed, but DFQC just stares at him and doesn't reply. My dude READ THE ROOM! The girl in front of you is silently glaring and you're reaching out to touch her face? Did no one teach this man body language???

My dwarf rabbit looks exactly like this before he tries to rip my fingers off. Anyway, can't wait for DFQC to have to pretend to be Orchid and fuck it up!

Cupcake Paperjock

Another Scout ahoy! He's the second to last one... the last one should be coming very soon! Until then -

Bio: Cupcake is the third Scout to be repurposed from one of Rosey's old ideas. He shares many characteristics with Pinkie Pie, a character from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. He even has the fanon "Pinkamena" side to him - but only if something triggers it! He's easily the most confusing out of his brothers... and that's saying something, because Studio can literally glitch reality.

Basic Info Nicknames: Cake, CC, Bubble Age: 18 Height: 5'10" Gender Identity: Cisgender (male, he/him) Sexual Orientation: Pansexual (preference for feminine people) Medical Issues: ADHD Can't Leave the House Without: Jacket, Sweets, Confetti, Knives, Phone, Fidget Toys

Relationships Rosey - Mother, complete mama's boy Bubblegum - Sibling, good Candy - Sibling, doesn't understand him Studio - Sibling, distant Rainbow - Sibling, jealous that he can just spawn cake when he wants Pajama - Sibling, good Frosty Breath - Girlfriend, romantically sweet

Powers 4th Wall - He can break the fourth wall at will. So if he appears to be floating off frame, or if he talks to you directly, that's why. By breaking the 4th wall, he can call for outside help. Knives Out - He is scarily good at handling knives. Probably from all the baking. Confetti Bomb - He can take a handful of confetti and throw it at enemies. He compresses the confetti and adds a small magical burst to it, which causes it to explode. If he's feeling creative, he can add extra stuff to the bombs - such as sticky glue. Sixth Sense - He can sense when something bad happens - and to an extent his whole family can. Because his body twitches. Slip Away - Cupcake can "melt" his body into a puddle to make speedy getaways. He can also rebuild himself with ease. Teleport - Just like Candy, he can also teleport with relative ease. Unlike Candy, Cupcake has no boundaries. Fun! - He can take some of the flow from the top of his head and make up to ten clones of himself. These clones can only giggle, and they have all of Cupcake's abilities, just weaker. These clones disappear after a short while. Deflated - This only happens when Cupcake is in a state of high negative emotion - such as anger. In this state, he becomes quicker and more agile. His Sixth Sense is also heightened. Nobody can hide.

Miscellaneous Little Facts - Sometimes he snorts when he laughs. - He bakes all kinds of sweets. Except for brownies - he recognizes that his mother's brownies are clearly the best. - He's based off of the song "Cupcakes" by Futret, and to an extent "Love Taste" by Moe Shop. - He bakes a lot of sweets for Frosty. He brings her some everyday. - He keeps random objects hidden all around the multiverse. You know. For emergencies. - He likes to hang around the Nerd and Jock AUs with the other PJs. Buuuuuut they all find him annoying at times. - Cupcake pretty much always has a smile on his face, unless he's feeling kinda blah or bored. - He has the strongest stomach out of everyone in his family. He could eat the most gone off thing and all he'd get is a small tummy ache. - His room is decorated with streamers, balloons, confetti, and various other bright colorful things. - He keeps a binder of what his family likes and dislikes in sweets, to ensure everyone can eat his baking. - Cupcake doesn't usually swear. More often for him it'll just slip out. - His love language is very much physical. With Frosty he's very cuddly, and when he's upset he'll seek out a hug from Rosey for comfort. - Strangely, Cupcake is afraid of dragonflies. He finds them creepy. - He's a huge crybaby.

Scout number three done! Check out the others when you get the chance! Candy... Studio... Bubblegum... Rainbow... Pajama... Rosey...

❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜ travis + aleister

&  RE  :     soft & sweet    /    @galaxiasus.

HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND  —  A FRUSTRATION THAT HAS BECOME  all too familiar, within his presence. Although the Jabberwocky had grown to accept such was the burden of being within the company of this human, it does not make those frustrations any less frequent  :  his own brushes with emotion had become increasingly prevalent, as had his racing thoughts, desperate to wrap around and dissect the meaning behind even Alice’s most simple confessions. Aleister watches Travis with posture unfaltering, lips parted in show only  ...  he would not speak to him, but there’s a subtle note of shock behind his otherwise stone features. Whatever he had been expecting him to say, it had not been thought. For a moment, his instinct is to assume that he is making fun of him, perhaps in due part because he must seem so ignorant of humanity, all things considered. There is a great deal he does not know. Though none in Wonderland would ever dare mock his intelligence to his face, he doesn’t doubt Alice would have the gall to do so. Whether or not he would is where he falters. 

☛ You are making fun of me. ☚  Despite the questioning nature of his assumption, it comes off as more of a statement. There are times he wonders if perhaps his questions are too plentiful, too exhausting. He had begun to notice it, the way in which he picked apart every feeling that he had started to detect within him  :  even more-so, every emotion that was shared between the two of them. Their exchanges are not platonic. That is what Travis had said. This left, in his understanding, only two other options  :  antagonistic, which had been his first inclination, and romantic, which left him dreadfully at a loss. Whatever they are, it is not enemies, through ironic twists of cruel fate alone. Turning a blind eye to the unrecognizable ache in his chest would not make it go away. It’s possible, mayhaps, that he feels a tad embarrassed. Mixed with the depths of the green glow ‘pon his eyes, pink mixes within it.

Slowly does he take his place beside him, gaze drifting down to the man as he listlessly studies his expression.  ☛ You were not so bold when you came here. You have changed. ☚  He can’t place how, nor does he know why. When they had first met, making such statements of  ——  did humes perceive it to be affection?  ——  had made Travis viscerally uncomfortable in a way Aleister himself could not ever hope to empathize with. His struggles were strange and foreign, but whatever had left such a dark mark ‘pon his soul, it had lightened, if only a little.  ☛ You are lucky that your company is favored. ☚  Else he’d be offended, it seems.

The fact of the matter is he would think anyone else out of their mind to so blatantly call a creature such as he ‘cute’. He likely believes that of Alice, regardless  :  but there’s something unreadable in the way his eyes narrow now. The first cracks of a shell millions of years in the making, his body tense with emotions he does not know how to express either physically or verbally. Why do they interact the way they do, he and Travis?

☛ You did not answer my question. Quips will not distract me from want of an answer. ☚  He pokes and prods where most would not, uncaring of boundaries, unworried for causing upset.  ☛ You seek my hand. ☚  More often now. The gesture of hand in hand has become less subtle, had it ever been at all.  ☛ Why? What, I wonder, do you feel ‘pon touching me that compels you to continue to seek out physical contact? ☚  Comfort, may be his guess. He cannot fathom how.  ☛ I wish to understand. ☚

Memory

part 5

directly following this post

cw mentioned self harm (vague and brief)

I'm doing smaller chunks of lore for coerthas because there is a LOT cooking

Lore Masterpost

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"Ah, you're awake! Splendid"

And so Sen finds himself in a hastily made igloo on top of a bedroll, the same man who plucked him easily from the snow staring right down at him. He goes to jump back, to escape, but he finds it hard to move his body without unspeakable pain shooting through it. He wasn’t even aware he was injured until he finds the elezen attempting to redress his biggest and freshest wounds–a gash on his upper arm near his shoulder and a deep slice to his thigh. His limbs are so heavy. He’s defenseless. But the man–Haurchefant, he calls himself–seems docile enough. He’s strong, clearly, but indicates no harm. In fact, he readily informs Sen on the circumstances: how many days have passed since the Calamity (yes, that is what occurred), whereabouts of the Empire, any hearings of other regions of Eorzea, and his own plans of rebuilding the settlement of Camp Dragonhead.

It's a strange situation. Sen would at first call it uncomfortable, but soon enough he finds he cannot deny Haurchefant’s kindness. He keeps Sen’s wounds clean, gives him food, and once supplies roll in he has nightly hot cocoa offered to him to keep warm. But why does he call me friend when we have only just met?

Sen knew little if nothing about Ishgard’s affairs and never cared to learn. He would be ready to start, but it seems Haurchefant’s primary focus remains to be locating survivors and offering refuge to any and all who need it. Politics and religion are not an immediate issue after such catastrophic events and Sen can’t help but feel grateful for that at least.

Sen chooses to stay. If only because his new “friend” insists he at least recover before departing. It is only when weeks must have passed that Sen finds the strength to stand for more than 5 minutes at a time but still not without difficulty. And after that point even when he could make the trek out from Coerthas…he can’t find it in himself to leave. Because where will he go? The Shroud? Thanalan? It seems they remain standing if by a miracle, but the thought of finding who among those he cares for has made it out in one piece… It brings him fear and dread. The unknown and not wanting to find out.

When Haurchefant asks of his family or loved ones, Sen finds he can’t say anything. As if speaking about them would cause something bad to happen. The man is so damned patient though, and leaves the topic each time with an offer to at least send word of Sen’s whereabouts and condition to whomever in any location of the realm if he can help it. And he’s not saying it just to say it. Sen can see how genuine his desire to aid others is. Even when there is no benefit to himself. Chivalrous like the knight he is. And when Haurchefant reveals his own past, it all makes even more sense.

Sen finds his heart aches around Haurchefant the more distance is closed between them. The cold of the air, the warmth of a smile and genuine conversation…the combination is too familiar.

To distract himself from those racing thoughts, and to repay the debt he owes at the very least for the care he received, he assists however he can to rebuild the camp. Weeks and months fly by. Much progress is made to the settlement and between Sen and Haurchedant. Try as he might, even as he steadily heals, he still stays by his…friend’s…side.

And the other man can just read him so easily like an open tome. What has become of him? And in somehow asking this aloud one night when they were sharing a nightly hot cocoa in the miqo’te’s chambers, all of Sen’s past chapters come pouring from the page.

And so Haurchefant is one of the only few souls to know about what happened in Ilsabard. Though Sen does not shed tears recounting it, never could and never will if he can help it, his body language indicates it is upsetting enough. But when Haurchefant looks at him, there is no pity in his eyes. There’s understanding, sure (he could not forget when he helped launder Sen's garments when the other man still could barely stand. The panic in his eyes when he could not locate this particular cloth and the relief when Haurchefant returned with it. The elezen knew it was important and now it all makes sense..)

But there is also something sad there in Haurchefant's eyes, maybe hidden anger at the circumstances that caused Sen’s turmoil. But the miqo'te is suddenly too exhausted to determine what it means. Regardless he feels as if the weight of his past had been lifted if but for a moment.

He falls asleep with a hand gently caressing his own that night.

And when he wakes, the hand is still there. Haurchefant did not leave his side. There are no windows in this room, nevermind the clouds and snow are endless, but he can still imagine how sunlight would fare on the elezen’s sharp features softened by slumber.

Sen tears his eyes away, embarrassed, and lowers them to focus on their hands entwined instead. Haurchefant’s hands are rough from years of training, though not as scarred and torn as Sen’s own. He notices the callouses from wielding his sword no doubt, and he takes to mindfully mapping and counting them. He obviously never forgets their difference in size, but the way Haurchefant’s hand dwarfs his own is almost comical in a sense that they possess fairly equal strength. Haurchefant never makes him feel small.

But isn’t he kind to everyone? The air grows frigid around Sen’s brain with the thought. In truth, ever since more Fortemps knights and merchants and adventurers came into the camp he has noticed Haurchefant's smile and warmth is given freely. And does he truly think himself so special to receive this man’s…more directed affection? And how dare he even allow his heart to anyone else in the first place. He was convinced it was not there anymore anyway. It died along with who it belonged to--

All at once, the once peaceful scene becomes wrong. All Sen can see is his own trembling hand, the scars shaped like crescent moons and claw marks on his arm and wrist that he is sure Haurchefant saw but said nothing of--he’s too kind, why is he so kind– and his dull heart threatens to hammer out of his chest.

He leaves, he regrets it. He at the very least lays the other man down and covers him with the wool blanket. He goes out to sit in the freezing waters outside the camp with a few other knights. He doesn’t need more resistance training but the sensation does wonders for lessening his ruminations.

The gesture of allowing Haurchefant his bed does not go unnoticed by the man himself. He doesn’t mention it or thank Sen, but he shows it in his smile that day. The crinkle of his eyes. And Sen’s heart is aching terribly. He never smiles back, but his notched ear betrays him with a twitch that just makes the other man’s grin widen. Sen wonders if his fingers itch to pet him there like the rough adventurers of Uldah none too gently took no hesitation to do. He startles himself when he finds that he very much wants him to. He tries to stifle the motion of his tail thumping against the bench he sits at as he turns back to his breakfast, hoping no one sees his burning face.

Sen feels pathetic.

As taxing as this battle between his heart and his brain is, he once again cannot make himself leave Haurchefant’s side. Even though the man is clearly strong and brave enough to hold his own, and the camp is nearing completion, Sen feels a need to remain. To be better at handling the cold and the sad memories it brings, to help train the newer knights, to heal his body as it is yet still recovering from the wounds the Calamity brought, to avoid facing his family–found and biological both, and to have Haurchefant's smile at him (selfish though it may be). If he can't give his heart, can't bear the feelings he steadily denies, he will be content to stay in his presence.

What Makes A Guy Creepy? Be Wary Of These Suspicious Behaviors

It's never a good sign when a guy comes across as a creep to another sex. Women will often actively avoid a guy who acts strangely — but what exactly does that mean? Every woman has her own set of boundaries and ideas about what constitutes alarming behavior from a man, but most of us will agree on these creepy things.

What Do We Mean By The Word “Creepy”?

The Oxford Dictionary defines creepy as "causing an unpleasant feeling of fear or unease." While those statements are correct, creepy guys' behavior has an additional component. They're disgusting and give you the ick. You may not feel unsafe around them, but you do feel strange and do not want to be near them. Most men do not intentionally try to frighten women. It could be due to inexperience with women or a serious lack of self-awareness. Others, on the other hand, allow their egos to empower them to cross women's boundaries. They don't see why they shouldn't be able to say or do things to you that are completely inappropriate. That's what a creepy guy is all about.

What Makes A Guy Creepy?

He sends off alarm bells in everyone he meets.   He's creepy if he makes a woman (or a group of women) feel uncomfortable or anxious for no apparent reason. Whether he stares at you for too long or constantly invades your personal space, he is sending the message that you must be in "fight or flight" mode, which is terrible. He ignores social cues. Most people can detect when someone is uneasy around them and will try to change their behavior to make that person feel more at ease. A creepy person will either not care or will be unable to detect the cues at all. They will not stop their behavior even when told to. It's the absolute worst. He doesn’t take care of his personal hygiene.  This also relates to the idea that creepy guys don't seem to understand what society expects of them. Bad bathing habits can transform otherwise socially acceptable behavior into a creepy act. He doesn’t take “no” for an answer. The characteristic of creepy people is that they attempt to dominate others through their behavior. They could be pushing boundaries or attempting to intimidate through their body language. Sometimes it's just an attitude they have. Whatever the reason, creepy men have a strong desire to exert control over others or force them to do things they do not want to do. As a result, "no" is not an option for them. He has unrealistic expectations and entitlement ideas related to women. There's something creepy about people who naturally expect, or even demand, to have a significant other who is way out of their league. Adult men who throw tantrums if they don't get what they want from women are even creepier. A creep is someone who is completely unrealistic about how other people should react to their behavior. He’s constantly peppering TMI into conversations.  Why would you do something as pleasurable as spilling your guts? Too much information can make people appear creepy to others. After all, not many people will know how to react if you say something really messed up or gross. As a result, someone who shares too much quickly becomes creepy. He actively tries to freak people out.   We've all met someone who enjoys making others uncomfortable for his own amusement. If you don't believe you've met one, it was most likely one of the creepy trolls who use OKCupid or Tinder to send you unwanted penis pictures. When a man does this, he is attempting to be creepy... and most likely succeeding. He pushes or outright ignores your boundaries. He knows you don't like or won't accept certain things, but instead of respecting that and making sure you're always comfortable, he ignores your boundaries and does what he wants anyway. In fact, he sometimes does this on purpose to test or upset you. Only a creepy guy would do something so heinous. He won’t take no for an answer. A creepy guy, like the one mentioned above, cannot stand rejection. When you say no, he'll immediately start explaining why it should be a yes (or why he'll take it as a yes regardless of what you say). It's as if he can't believe he doesn't get his way all of the time. He doesn’t seem to have many (or any) friends. Sure, some people are just shy, but when his social circle is practically nonexistent, you can pretty much bet you're dealing with a creepy guy. It means that you're not the only one who thinks he's strange; everyone else does, too, and they avoid him. Perhaps you should think about doing the same. He never makes eye contact when talking to you. He's fine talking to you, but he never seems fully present in the conversation because he can't meet your gaze. He's either looking at the floor or straight past you, making you wonder if you've got something in your teeth or if you're so repulsive that he can't bear meeting your gaze. No, it's not you; he's just a creepy guy. He freaks out when you don’t answer his texts right away. Most well-adjusted adults recognize that life is hectic and that, as much as we'd like to, we can't be glued to our phones 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Not this one. If you take more than a few minutes to respond to his messages, he freaks out and loses his cool, flying off the handle and spewing accusations and plenty of anger. Run because this guy is terrifying (and potentially dangerous). He regularly describes himself as a “nice guy.” The thing about genuine nice guys is that they don't have to keep describing themselves as such to others. They're perfectly content to let their actions speak for themselves. A self-described "nice guy" is creepy and almost certainly anything but. Be wary of what he's up to when he's not bragging about how great he is. He “jokes” about hurting you or other people. This is never funny, and it is never acceptable. If he makes jokes about hitting you, assaulting you, or doing these things to others, he is not only creepy but should be reported to the police. You never know when a "joke" is hiding a terrible truth. I'm a firm believer in following your instincts. You should avoid anyone who gives off a creepy vibe. There's a reason he's setting off your alarms, and if you're wise, you'll avoid him. Even if the majority of creepy men are relatively harmless, you should never take any chances. With the wrong creep, things can go very wrong very quickly. Read the full article

I cant trust this site to be wholly unbiased. Do you feel like the original japanese report was translated accurately here? womenarehuman com/female-with-male-identity-upset-at-being-treated-as-male-by-insurance-companies/

I'd say the translations were correct, but I do feel they spun it a bit unfairly. Admittedly the original also shares the title about insurance rates, but it mainly isn't really about that. I'll just share what I got from it. TLDR at the end.

'A-san' transitioned medically in the 90s due to gender dysphoria, but had no intention of changing legally. This was likely due to the fact that legal transition was quite difficult, apparently even expecting you to send pictures of your genitals and being very psychologically taxing. Even when transgender stuff started to take off more and get easier in 2004, she didn't do anything.

The reason she finally changed gender legally was because of the Koseki (family register), which is a big thing the article is complaining about. Basically Japan has a huge registry of all the families and their relation to each other and I've heard it's a big pain to deal with (especially in the case of foreign marriages, adoptions etc.). In this case, it does not grant any type of bond to two women (unlike het marriage), so in order to have their lesbian relationship recognized, A-san's partner pushed her to petition for the gender change.

Due to the Koseki being frustrating, there was a lot of unnecessary difficulty and phone calls and lawyers getting involved, but she made it through in the end, only for the Koseki to record it in strange nonsensical ways and the insurance companies not giving her the sex-specific treatment that she needs.

The thing that gets me is that she is aware of her female body and isn't trying to deny that. The whole article is actually written from the perspective of her friend who is angry for her, so it isn't even A-san complaining as far as I can tell. This is why I disagree with the spin on the original article - they seem to make it out like A-san is being unreasonable here, when she really just wanted to get married and have treatment for her menopausal disorders, and would face even more difficulty going back now that she knows. Honestly I'd be pretty frustrated at everything if that was me too.

Finally, the article ends talking more about the Koseki, saying it creates a heirarchy that devalues women while erasing sexual minorities and individuality. This criticism of the japanese family registry seems to be the core conclusion of the article - the author says:

"While accepting my real body, I want the freedom to live out my own sexuality with dignity. That is why I want to get to the bottom of what tries to steal my individuality. To look those who discriminate against women and sexual minorities, and make no mistake."

TL,DR: Imo, the english article made A-san seem like a petulant gendie when she didn't really do anything wrong and the system admittedly sucked. Also, the person complaining was actually the author of the japanese article (A-san's friend), who had additional valid reasons to criticize the japanese system.

Fandom Ableism in the MCYT Community

[Edited 14 June 2021]

One thing I’ve noticed about the MCYT (Dream SMP, specifically) community on both Tumblr and Twitter is that when informed of things that are ableist, or harmful to ND people, a lot of people ignore the post/tweet, derail it or actively fight against it.

“I’m ND so I can’t be ableist” is a common statement, which is blatantly untrue. Even I’ve used ableist terms and phrases before, without realising they were harmful. So as a neurodivergent person, with autism, BPD, depression/anxiety, dyslexia, psychosis & brain damage*: here’s some common ableist things both CCs and fandom say almost constantly**.

*note that not every neurodivergent person will agree with me on these, but these are commonly ableist things people have previously talked about online, and/or have been discussed between me and other neurodivergent friends. No minority can ever speak for the entire group.

**note that a lot of these are common outside the MCYT community as well, and that some of these are just considered societally acceptable. This isn’t okay, but it explains why a lot of people don’t recognise jokes or comments like these are wrong, and it means that it’s not a direct moral failing of people that they don’t immediately or directly recognise these comments as wrong.

Now, let’s get into the things you might not have realised are potentially ableist:

1. Use of “Psychopath/Psycho/Sociopath/Schizo” and other demeaning terms for people with mental illnesses as insults, or to describe characters who are considered villainous. Psychopath/Psycho/Sociopath are already terms that people with ASPD dislike using, even not as an insult, but using these terms to describe people or characters who you disagree with or see as villainous only contributes to the villainisation of people with ASPD and other mental illnesses. Using c!Dream as an example: Dream as a character is not confirmed to have any of these mental illnesses. He is, however, commonly labeled as psychotic/psychopathic, incapable of any kind of compassion.

He is also a character that fandom largely insists that nobody is allowed to sympathise with. This is a huge issue, and has hurt a lot of people, especially people with low empathy, or mental illnesses that cause them to relate to some of c!Dream’s actions (e.g. pulling away from all his friends, desperately grasping at straws to gain control of situations etc). Insisting that these characters are characters it’s impossible to sympathise with, all while calling them psychotic/psychopathic/sociopathic, is extremely harmful, and I hope this post draws attention to that.

Here’s another post that talks about that.

2. Use of the term “freak”, in general. As an insult, “freak” has been typically used to insult neurodivergent people, people with visible physical disabilities (ex. “freakshow”, and the term was reportedly created with the intent of insulting people with physical disabilities), or people who display any kind of abnormal/atypical social behaviour/physical aspects — people who are usually ND people who lack a diagnosis or people with physical disabilities. Recent usage has come to mean “people who do things that hurt other people”, but this is harmful as well; using words like “freak” or “weirdo” which mean “socially atypical behaviour” to refer to people who are actually doing things that hurt other people conflates the two, and often has a side effect of hurting disabled people who see it.

3. Calling ND ccs like Technoblade monotone/emotionless. While the term “monotone” isn’t ableist in and of itself, the fact that it’s being used against a neurodivergent man who emotes in a different way to neurotypical people rubs a lot of ND people the wrong way. I’ve partially discussed this here, in a tweet responding to a person who said that c!Technoblade, quote, “has no human capabilities like emotion for example”. This, however, is not something contained to c!Technoblade — one of the most common jokes in this fandom is how rare it is to hear emotion in Technoblade’s voice.

The issue with that is that neurodivergent people almost universally agree that Technoblade emotes perfectly fine, and, in fact, emotes more freely and clearly than a lot of others do. Hence, calling him monotone perpetuates the idea of ND people as emotionless/less able to be hurt/less expressive, which often hurts us. It also contributes to the dehumanisation of ND people — related to how ND symptoms are most often seen in robots or monsters in shows — and is generally extremely harmful, on top of being untrue.

4. Related to point 3: the infantilisation of ND ccs like Tubbo and Dream, usually paired with assigning “caretakers” of their friends, like Tommy and George. This is about the posts that spread like “omg, Tommy helps Tubbo with his dyslexia, that’s so cute” or “omg George is so patient with Dream, I could never sit through that” on videos of Dream vocally stimming because of his ADHD. This is another post that talks about this, but I wanted to talk more about why this is harmful here.

4a) With Tubbo’s dyslexia, from someone with dyslexia, it isn’t harmful to correct his spelling and move on. Personally, I think this is helpful — others will think it’s condescending, because not all ND people are the same — but as the above linked post mentions, this is not what Tubbo’s twitch chat does. This is not what the comments say. It’s all things about how it’s “so cute” that Tubbo can’t spell, how Tommy/Ranboo are “so patient” with correcting him. This is rooted in the need to constantly watch over ND people while acting like we can't live our lives without someone having us under constant vigilance. It feels like savior-complex ableism, like people are trying so hard to not be ableist that they spin back around to hurting us instead. And it feels like we are being treated like children. Like we are lesser than, and need to be monitored/watched over.

4b) Similarly to what people do with Tubbo, the comments on posts about Dream’s vocal stimming are often full of people calling George “patient” for “dealing with it”, or claiming they “wouldn’t be able to handle it”. This is inherently ableist. They’re praising George for basic human decency towards ND people, and claiming in the same breath that they wouldn’t be able to do that themselves. And then there’s these.

These comments infantilise Dream — claiming he “wouldn’t be able to stop/calm down” without George’s help, implying he’d “spiral out of control” or claiming “everyone is now my child”. It’s all related to the infantilisation of ND people, and the belief that without help/a caretaker we cannot take care of ourselves.

5. The way people treat ccs who likely have undiagnosed neurodivergencies, like Wilbur. Wilbur has openly admitted on stream before that his parents considered getting him an autism diagnosis. He also openly admits on stream that he has habits he doesn’t understand why he does, and hyperfixates on things for months at a time and doesn’t know why. Posts like this have gone around Tumblr, in which Wilbur displays blatantly ND traits.

And fandom generally calls him weird for expressing those traits. This video where he talks about eating sand because he likes the texture? That’s an ND trait. This video where he talks about his irrational hatred for anteaters? While mostly a joke, irrational hatred of something when you can’t explain/understand/articulate why is also a common ND trait. He spends 20 minutes during a Philza stream info-dumping about self-sustaining ecosystems (sharing the photo, because I think it’s really cool) and fandom begins calling them “Wilbur’s weird jars”. It’s demeaning to people who infodump, and as a ND person who hyperfixates and infodumps it’s really upsetting to see. It’s also upsetting to see other ND traits being called “weird” or “freaky” & made out to be soley some funny joke for NT people to laugh at us about.

Additionally: It’s strange to me that people think it’s okay to make fun of ND traits just because they know that or perceive that the person they’re making fun of is NT. It’s still making fun of ND traits. It’s still insulting ND people. It’s still ableist as hell. Why is it okay just because the person is NT?

6. Implying that c!Ranboo’s enderwalking is inherently violent. Ranboo has shown us time and time again that the enderwalk state isn’t a violent state. That the enderwalk state isn’t a seperate version of c!Ranboo that does horrific things. Why, then, is it so common to imply that Ranboo would be violent and hurt people why he’s enderwalking?

It comes back to the perception of c!Ranboo as a character with “two halves”, or as a character with DID. Ranboo has made it clear that his character does not have DID, but this headcanon about his character persists, and it persists in a way that is directly harmful to people with DID — and to people who dissociate or sleepwalk. We do not commit horrific acts while we dissociate, while we’re sleepwalking, because the majority of the time we’re just checked out, our body is on autopilot. Insinuating that we do is harmful. Insinuating that Ranboo has “another half” that’s inherently violent or evil is harmful to people with DID. I’m not going to ask you to stop writing these headcanons etc, but please consider the effect you have on people before you do.

7. Related to point 6: the perception of c!Ranboo as “soft” and “cute” and/or perfectly moral because of his canonical anxiety. This is really harmful, and comes once again from the infantilisation of disorders like anxiety and depression. Ranboo has made clear time and time again that his character isn’t moral, and in fact is extremely inconsistent. He’s portrayed his character as inconsistent, as someone who hurts his friends unintentionally and often due to his want to please everyone, and yet he’s constantly seen as “soft/pure/the only moral one” because of his anxiety causing to have repeated and consistent spirals on-screen. These spirals are not healthy. They don’t indicate his “perfect morals” or make him more moral than anyone else on the SMP. Please stop infantilising people with anxiety, it’s really hurtful.

8. Implying that c!Technoblade is inherently a violent person because of his voices. I’ll admit here: my hallucinations are visual. I do not get auditory hallucinations, and I cannot speak for people who do. But many people have spoken out about this, and discussed how talking about Technoblade as an inherently violent character because of his voices is harmful, and a stereotype of people with schizophrenia.

Technoblade’s character is, in and of itself, inherently a stereotype (despite the fact that his chat are more likely to be a supernatural entity than a symptom of a disorder such as schizophrenia) in that the idea of “hearing voices that encourage violence” is a stereotype of people with schizophrenia. As an actual symptom, is a very uncommon one. More common auditory hallucinations for people with schizophrenia or psychosis are, reportedly, whispers or unrelated conversation. One of my friends hears screaming.

But the issue is with the implication that c!Technoblade is “driven to violence” by the voices. Canonically, he has dealt with the “bloodlust” of chat by grinding withers. He’s perfectly capable of being peaceful, even with “voices pushing for violence”, and he’s perfectly capable of being violent without the “voices” influence. It’s the connotations and the history that fandom has in demonising and villainising c!Technoblade for even having the “voices” in the first place, and acting having them makes him inherently violent and unstable. There’s precedent for that already in society, and it’s not okay to perpetuate it.

[Edit: as of 22/05/2021, I do experience auditory hallucinations, and I can confirm that I am not any more violent, and the voices I hear don’t push me to violence. The clearest one just said ‘click’ in my ear.]

9. Jokes about brain damage and the use of “brainrot” as a term. I made a post about how common jokes about brain damage are here, and I would like to reiterate bits of it.

Jokes like these are really really normalized in modern society. I’m sure a lot of you didn’t even register it as wrong, and that isn’t a moral failing! It’s a norm in society, and that means the majority of people arent going to register it as something hurtful, because it’s said so often. But it does still hurt. The idea of using a disability as an insult is really harmful and it feels dehumanizing, like our disability makes us lesser, something that should be laughed at.

“Brainrot” as a term originated in Skyrim, as a disease that literally rotted your brain. However, as a term, it has very similar connotations to “brain damaged” and has been used in similarly joking and insulting ways. It’s something that feels really off to me and other neurodivergent people to see used by neurotypical people. It even sometimes feels uncomfortable when used by neurodivergent people, even if it’s used in positive ways. I know quite a few people who have removed it from their vocab completely because of the connotations, and I have personally done the same. Once again, I am just asking you to please consider your words before you use them.

10. Calling c!Wilbur during his Pogtopia Arc “Vilbur”. Yes, he was a villain. Yes, he hurt people. But c!Wilbur during the Pogtopia Arc only has one major difference from c!Wilbur during the L’Manburg Arc: a visible depiction of mental illness, specifically paranoia and psychosis. Treating him as a seperate person and calling that seperate person “Vilbur” comes across as extremely hurtful, and contributes to the villainisation of mentally ill people. His mental illness does not excuse him from hurting people, but calling c!Wilbur “Vilbur” upsets a lot of us, because wether or not it’s intended, it feels reductive, hurtful, and insulting.

If you got to the end of this post, thank you so much for reading. I hope that this helped you recognise things that you might not have known were ableist, and that you consider what I’ve said here. I also know that I haven’t addressed everything ableist that’s spread through the MCYT fandom community, so if you’re ND and have something you’d like to add, please feel free.