#just know that i will only be answering non aggressive ones and that i dont want this to run on for too long on this blog
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It's my first time requesting and I hope I'm doing this right if not ignore or delete this. Could you please do tegen x male reader nsfw? Sfw if you're uncomfortable with nsfw
No your fine sweetheart! (Reader is described as small and "subby")
Tengen x Male reader(NSFW)
A/N: I'm very sorry dear, but you werent really specific on what kind of smut you wanted so I made somethin up! I hope your ok with that love
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"Hm~ Ten? Whats wrong? Thought you could handle me."
Uzui Tengen, one of the most "flashiest" Hashira is under you, and your cock shoved inside him.
His teasing- brat behavior you could say.
Others were giving you and him...sexual like questions questions of course you were asked.
"So who's top?" You were going to speak up but Tengen did instead, pissing you off.
Saying it was "definitally" him because you were so "small" and "subby" and he would obviously dominante you..so very easily.
You found it rude.
He was a damn lier and he knew it.
He knows damn well he's always whining and squrming, and begging for your cock inside him.
That's what got the stupid little boy here. His leg over your shoulder and you thrusting into him non-stop.
"W-wait- ha~(m/n)...HA! G-give me a while t-to adjust...please.." Just so adorable under you..begging for you to slow down, but you know he'll want even more from you.
You know damn well, you've fucked him like this to many times to count and god it was wonderous to hear those moans, like a beutiful song to your ears.
"Ah~ but Ten, you were basically asking for me when you decided to go and lie to just a simple question, why didn't you answer them truthfully?" He couldn't answer.
He was drunk off your cock, like he couldn't live without it.
Like he needed it- no you to survive.
"Answer me Uzui. Why. Did. You. Lie." Your arm snakes around his thigh to keep him steady.
He felt so good inside you, his gummy walls clenching around you, and the feeling of you hitting his prostate over and over.
You flip him over on his stomach, his elbows keeping him up but his body was still shaking barely eve being able to hold him up at all.
Leaning down to his ear you whisper to him in a raspy deep-like voice.
"Uzui. I said. Answer me." Your sentance was slightly aggressive at the end you pull Tengens hair just so he can hear you better.
"I won't ask again. Why." Your voice is even harsher than last time, crushing all the pride he has left.
Truth is; he didn't know why he lied, he didn't know if he was embaressed, wanted to make himself look good, he just didn't know.
And that was the only answer he had for you.
"I- fuck! I d-dont...know." You broke him, forcing him into submission was the only way for him to tell the truth.
But.
This isn't what you wanted. You wanted a reasonable reason on why he lied to you.
You sigh. "Ten, your being a dumb little boy again..guess I'll have to stop eh? Since you won't tell me why exactly." You pull out expecting for Tengen to beg for you back.
But he didn't seem to do anything he was silent.
You were kinda bummed out out but you shrug it off thinking he was just tired or something.
While walking off you feel someone pull you back.
"I..was..embaressed..I didn't want them to know is all..please don't leave."
A smirk drops onto your face as you pull yourself onto bed getting in your position.
"Ready for round two pretty boy?"
#Dazai 300+ followers event#Smut#Tengen smut#top reader#top male reader#Bottom Tengen#Tengen x Male reader#Tengen x male reader smut#male y/n
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im making dangerous romance my entire personality so im sorry to all my non-bl mutuals for the spamming of your dash every Friday night/saturday morning but its gotta happen
this is how I pose for photos
A KISS???
PLS LET IT BE A KISS
EEEEEEEEEEEEE
IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR AGESSSSSS
but also kang's gonna cry in this scene. we've seen it in the end credits, sailom wearing kang's jersey and hugging kang and grinning while kang is full on sobbing and I still can't guess why kang would be sobbing while sailom's grinning and comforting him
thats adorable
I literally love them so much
OH
OH HONEYYY
HE'S TEARING UP
I GET IT NOW
IT'S OKAY KANG HONEY, YOU'RE ALLOWED TO CRY
I actually really love this
like a lot
generally crying is associated with sad things and characters in shows, particularly if they're men, usually only portray crying as sad, but its actually perfectly normal to cry for literally any emotion at all, and its so refreshing to see him tearing up so much that he needs to wipe it away with his hand, but not because something bad happened, because he's so proud of himself and of how far hes come and it just makes him cry, nothing more complicated than that.
you see, im pretty sure my emotions are stored in my eyes, and I think I generally feel overwhelming amounts of emotions more often than the average person, so at least once a day, those emotions come spilling out because there's just too much of it to keep in my eyes at once
im honestly genuinely surprised I still have tears left
wait how are tears made
where do they come from
how do they not run out
google is not answering my question properly and im too tired and stupid to process whole-ass articles and research thingies so can Someone Who Knows Things please get back to me on this? like how do our eyes just keep producing tears over and over again without running out of stock
so. he couldnt find his watch. he found out one of his employees stole it. he fired that employee. he's now grumpy because he has to water plants himself now. another employee offered to do the plant watering for him. in exchange, he's giving the employee the very same watch.
do you see what im tryna say here? and what everyone else also probably noticed? it just doesnt make sense
the math aint mathin
is it... leverage against saifah?
because he told him to water the plants every day from now on
idk man im too tired for this to figure out what's going on
he's ridiculous, I love him
like I said at the start of the episode sailom, you're boyfriends now, there's no WAY he's letting you keep your personal space
AAA
HJSHDJHDJGH
oh. so it's... not them running away? it's just them heading to a training camp?
wait but in that shot in the intro they dont have much with them. surely thats not them going to a training camp, that's gotta be them running away????
...
here it comes. here comes the angst. a lot later in the episode than I was expecting, but it's here nonetheless and im not happy about it
go shove a cactus up your ass you bastard
OHOHOHOH I THINK THEY ARE ABOUT TO RUN AWAY
BECAUSE WHAT KANGSAILOM ARE CURRENTLY WEARING IS WHAT THEYRE WEARING IN THAT SHOT IN THE INTRO
AND THEY JUST RODE THE BIKE TO SCHOOL
AND THEY JUST TALKED ABOUT GOING TO KORAT
SO I THINK THEY'RE LITERALLY RIGHT ABOUT TO LEAVE AND HAUL THEIR ASSES OUT OF THERE
like right at the end of the episode probably
perth tanapon sukumpantanasan is a wonder
PARALLELS TO EPISODE 1 WHERE KANG WAS TELLING SAILOM TO PROSTATE HIMSELF ON HIS KNEES
ASSHOLE
BASTARD
PRICK
BULLY
BITCH
THERE ARE NOT WORDS ENOUGH TO EXPRESS THE NAMES I WANT TO CALL HIM
IM AGGRESSIVELY FLIPPING OFF MY SCREEN RIGHT NOW HE'S TERRIBLE AND DISGUSTING AND HORRIBLE AND I KNEW HE WAS BAD AND I KNEW HE WOULD BE THIS BAD BUT HOLY FRICK THIS IS DISGUSTING I can't wait for this man to be shot
excellent closing words
turn your back and walk away from this mess (and come back to a crime scene where your father has been shot and your boyfriend's brother is being arrested in front of the house but we'll get to that when it comes to it)
I get what he's feeling and what he means but kang, you still have your friends, you still have your boyfriend, your grandma, you're not completely alone
thank you sailom for pointing out to him that he's not alone, you're doing me a huge favour (especially considering im a viewer through a screen and not someone who can actually interact with kang so anything I say is kind of pointless)
hugs :(
OKAY SO THE THING IS RIGHT
this is really sad and horrible and all that stuff
but, but but but but, he's cried three times in one episode. and one of those times wasn't crying from sadness. that doesnt happen often and I think we should acknowledge that
I love kang for being an emotional mess, he's like me frfr
side note: all of sailom's hugs look so comfortable
YESSSSS THEYRE FINALLY GONNA KISS NEXT EPISODE
and like I know they've technically already kissed twice but I mean they're finally gonna kiss good if that makes sense
the first time was revenge, and im sorry kang but the second time was just bad. that was a bad kiss.
WHICH, BY THE WAY, IS FINE
its okay to have a bad first kiss
in fact, there should be MORE bad first kisses in relationships in fictional media
also: loved the gay motorbike commercial in the post-credits scene thingy
ANYWAY this episode was amazing and it was so fluffy and I loved it all so so so much and I'll definitely be rewatching it every day over the next week to keep the brainworms under control, like im slapping flex seal over a crack in my soul repeatedly every day until the next episode comes out
goodnight folks, its nearly 3am, have a wonderful evening/day/morning/whatever, and keep calm and sailom
#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance#dangerous romance#dangerous romance series#dangerous romance the series#kangsailom#kanghansailom#sailomkang#sailomkanghan#perthchimon#chimonperth#perth tanapon#chimon wachirawit
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Your Genshin kids are adorable! I love the Priscilla/Yuying/Claire friendship you alluded to in the last art dump (poor Diluc… your daughter just has an instinct for divine beings)
But on the topic of poor Diluc, how do their parents react to the friendship? Diluc and Wriothesley seem like they would be good friends since they have a lot in common but everyone else basically represents every faction in the game.
You got Neuvillette, a dragon sovereign seeking to judge the archons for their crimes; Zhongli, an archon who presumably destroyed Khaenri'ah 500 years ago; Kaeya, a Khaenri'ah spy who is a descendant of the man who founded the abyss order; and Childe, a fatui harbinger who fell into the abyss.
Would they try and keep it together for the sake of their kids? (I love the idea that the three girls are there going :3 while their parents are glaring daggers at each other) Would they find some sort of common ground? Would they recognize each other immediately but think the others don’t know so they come up with increasingly ridiculous ways to hide it? How did Wriothesley and Neuvillette react to the incident with Claire and Yuying? (Can you tell I like the angst?)
hi hi!! thank you so much im glad you like them!!! bc we have limited knowledge atm there's a lot of questions posed that cannot be answered and considering how new fontaine is idk anything for sure //shakes hoyo
they try to keep cordial for the kids tm or at least not to be bad influences in front of them. extra notes under the cut:)
diluc met nv first when he brought claire to fontaine for a business trip and she just, drags in a half dragon to him yelling "i made a new friend!:D" then he met nv and he knew. just knew, these people ain't human. found out they're dragons. "great," he sighed once more.
kae plays his quartermaster persona to a t. when he first meets wriolette he puts on the charm. nv only knows him for via the knights and wrio rarely goes above ground. so like, they're cool with him. mostly. they both do questionable shit that nv can't personally approve of but hey. they ain't his problem. (on that note i like to think he'd be good friends with jean:)) (does nv know about kaeya's khaenrian blood? does he know about khaenri'ah in general? i dont have him)
kaeya and wrio has this, kind of friendship that's like, there's a tension there. they're both people with reputations, but also, like that tm. they're cordial and they get along but there's. SOMETHING.
meanwhile diluc meeting wrio? he's ELATED. man has good taste in tea. they spar sometimes. FINALLY, SOMEONE NORMAL.
wrio is happy in general his baby is making friends meanwhile nv is:
to claire: good child:)
to yuying, the daughter of one of the usurpers: hmmmm :| (he knows the child did nothing wrong and she's a good kid in general)
contrast to diluc he actually LIKES childe. for one he helped with the narwhal thing, and the fatui helped during the crisis and childe himself never did anything bad personally so they're chill. he will sometimes humor his requests to fight if he's free. then decks him. the adeptus power up juice doesn't help much rip. the girls like to play with his hair.
zhongli knows kaeya's khaenrian. kaeya at some point finds out zhongli is rex lapis. they. they have to keep it together. one of them is under nda. outside of that, there's a reason kaeya is liked by the old timers of mond.
zhongli and nv:
nv finds out eventually. and for the sake of his daughter, dont worry about it. they'd bond over old people things probably. nv should meet yanfei and they should be friends if anything cause zl is a menace and they'd be passive aggressive w each other. (i need info but it would be so funny for their kids to go my dads stronger! and make them fight each)
via claire, AGAIN, she invites her bestie yy and the new friend from fontaine to her bday party cause SURE WHY THE FUCK NOT. and those 2 non humans meet and GASP, you're just like me!
post accident tm, what do you even say to that. how do you even react to that
early on in yuying and claire's friendship, on a windy summer day, diluc slowly gets used to having to be cordial with a harbinger. a harbinger who who married a god. someone who will live longer than him. he spoke to childe, as they watch their daughters laugh and run through the grapevines, "one day, when i'm no longer around, please look after my daughter."
#im going insane#thank you anon:)))#ask#anonymous#omegaverse au#kaeluc#zhongchi#wriolette#genshin impact
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Flirting with Danger
Chapter one: A family business
Words: 2,372
F reader x Ramón
A Narcos MX| A 4 chapter fic | Timeline: S3 events
* to the Anon who asked about this, here’s a taste!
GIF credit to owners 💕
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AN: Y’all want a preview of what’s happening? I have three WIPs about undercover agents, all different stories and outcomes. I’m not rushing them, letting them form organically. As I sat to write one today, this one took over. So just rolling with it! I’m still undecided if I’ll only post a preview here and the full thing on A03 only. I’m on the fence. Anyway, this is looking like a 4 parter. 5 max. I’m working on it. 😁
⚠️ overall Warnings: canon show warnings, if you know those, you know what to expect. Adult 18+ mature content. Violence drugs, sexual themes, deaths, etc. Dont read what you dont like. Don’t read what upsets you. You have the free will to keep scrolling. Expect some angst, some conflict, some grey morality, some mutual pining, some angst. | Content disclaimer: You know my usual narcos disclaimer, this is fan fic, not an effort to glamarize the horrific acts of real persons. I do not support what these people have done. Thanks!
Everyone who worked closely with the Arellano Felix family was blood, grew up with them, or underwent a serious vetting process before being let in. It was like a special club that barely admitted new members.
Your job sounded simple on paper but was indeed very complex. Get close to the family and acquire as much intel as you could. You remember the day you got the assignment. They were desperate to get something on the family, in response, this job was created.
You can visualize that first meeting like it was yesterday. You sat in your boss's office and stared down at the file, then the blank look on his face. You were pushing for a challenge since being sent down here. Desk duty, answering phones, and listening to audio recordings weren't really what you signed up for. But you assumed, rightfully so, that being a woman was the very reason they gave you a 'safe' job.
The first day you heard about the undercover gig, they intended it to go to one of the guys. You made a comment about how much harder it would be for a guy to gain their trust, next thing you knew, you were sitting in that intimidating office.
Though the job sounded impossible and you weren't sure if you could do it, you said yes. You said yes to test yourself, to test your long list of skills developed over the years, and you said yes as a big fuck you to the men who snickered upon hearing you were taking the job. Not the pretty girl who organized their files, surly, you couldn't handle such a thing.
Feeling emboldened, you took the job while swallowing the massive lump in your throat and pushing your fears deep down inside. Back in the states, you’ve done plenty of undercover jobs, you could do this - just, none held as much danger and risk as this one.
…
In preparation, you made an extensive list of ways to get near the family. After going through each option for what felt like 100 times, you settled on Roxanne.
It wasn’t aggressive, like showing up out of nowhere in their lives, and plenty of people needed a job. Besides, you knew the brothers, except very loyal and very married Benjamin, had a thing for pretty faces. So getting a job as a bartender or cocktail waitress would be easy.
It helped that your 4 months in Mexico so far were extremely low-key. If you weren't at that godforsaken desk, you were at home, in the very bland apartment the embassy provided for you.
Your social life was pretty much non-existent, so you could be anyone, it gave you a blank slate to work with. They even provided another apartment in a different part of town for you to use, everything now under your new identity. Once the paper trail of this new you was created, you went in for an interview.
The interview went well, but inside you were nervous as hell. They had a hiring manager, but it seemed like a front anyway. You knew the final word had to go through the family.
Seeing how busy they were, they couldn't be on hand to handle things like this. But the hiring manager seemed to like you enough, and he wasn't exactly hiding his flirting. He was very impressed with the fact you spoke 3 languages fluidly.
You knew, the moment you walked out of here, you would be investigated through and through, and you hoped the team who created identities didn't make any errors.
You don’t know if it was good luck or bad, but during the end of your interview, as you left the office, Ramon and his crew rolled in early, just before the club would open for business. Catching each other eyes, you keep your composure as you stroll past him and flash a small smile.
Ramón smiles back. You break eye contact and head for the door. Time slows down. Feeling his eyes burning into you, you glance over your shoulder and see he’s still watching you.
Even with everything you know about him, his smile is almost childlike. Big, bright, beaming. It was hard to believe such a chaotic violent man had such a smile. You feel your heart thump in your chest as your body temperature rises.
Regaining your composure, you grab the handle of the door and walk out. The moment the door closes behind you, you realize you were holding your breath. Taking a deep exhale, you touch your stomach and try to ground yourself.
Holy shit.
You just saw Ramón , the Ramón Arellano Félix up close and he was - gorgeous? No, no you can’t think such things. You had a job to do and no matter how devilishly attractive he is, you cannot, will not get distracted.
As you walk away from the club, past the forming line, you feel ashamed. You did notice how cute he was before. Yeah, you shouldn’t but you did. Still, the many photographs you’ve looked at over the months didn’t compare to seeing him in the flesh.
As you walked by him, taking in the tall drink of water he is, you also imagined yourself running your fingers through those luscious waves. He was cute before, but the longer hair - there was just something about it.
By the time you reach the end of the block, someone runs up behind you. You notice it’s the hiring manager and he’s out of breath. When you turned to fully face him, he asks how soon you can start working, and if tonight was an option.
I’m in. You could barely believe your luck, or, lack thereof…it was too soon to tell. You nod, smile, and reply, “I could start tonight.”
The manager escorts you back into the building and shows you the rooms where the staff put their things, he also shows you the uniforms. It was a simple outfit, black, short, and cute.
After you get changed, the manager pairs you with a more seasoned bottle girl on the main floor, someone to show you the ins and outs of working in Roxanne.
You had some experience in your younger years, serving was a side job as you got through college. This kind of thing was like a muscle, you never really forgot how to do it. So you weren't too worried about fucking up.
As expected, though the place is busier than any other place you've ever worked, you start to get the hang of it. You were aware getting intel wasn’t going to happen right away, but as one week turns to two, you observe the family when you can. Working the first floor meant you weren't close enough to hear any of their conversations, so you knew, you had to get the second-floor gig.
As the days pass by, you notice Ramón watching you from the balcony. He was always looking, always watching, but yet he didn’t approach or speak to you. Being under his gaze made your skin hot, your cheeks warm, it awakened parts of you that needed to remain silent to do your job properly. You were here to watch the family, and Ramón was watching you.
As you meet your one month mark, you work on your first report for headquarters, you saw a lot working that floor, even if it wasn't directly tied to the family with concrete evidence, yet. The people who came in, their associates, who they gave VIP treatment, all it was important, even if it couldn't be used yet.
You focused your report on these elements and then turn it in. One month down meant you had 5 months left to get the real dirt. 5 months could either be a long time, or a short time, it depends on many factors.
When you arrive for your shift, on the first Friday of a new month, you receive news that you’ve been promoted. You would solely work bottle service for VIPs. Upon hearing the news, you play it cool and chill, but inside you were freaking out.
If you could do this and succeed there would be no more shitty desk jobs. And finally, those assholes in the office would take you seriously. You could make a real name for yourself - if this goes right.
That first night your adrenaline pumps so intensily through your body that it feels like you’re vibrating. You’ve seen the woman they paired you with plenty of times, she was one of the main girls up here. You follow her lead, smile, and do your job.
For the first few hours of this shift, some of the family are seated at their VIP, just behind the Roxanne sign, but Ramón is nowhere in sight. When you finally do serve their table, it takes everything in you to stay cool.
It was so much easier with the others. Sure, they were important people but being this close to the Arellano Felix family was jarring. Even, exciting, if you let yourself admit it.
Going from shoveling papers around while men in the office ogle your figure and call you sweetheart to serving drinks to the most powerful drug cartel family in Mexico? Talk about extremes. Danger could be encountered anywhere, hell, just crossing the street or leaving your front door. But, this puts you on the doorstep of real danger.
As you drop off a bottle of champagne at a neighboring table, you can hear a rowdy group coming up the stairs. You know from the sounds alone, it's Ramón and the Narcos Juniors. Casually glancing over your shoulder, you watch as they walk by. There’s a girl on Ramón’s arm, which is not surprising, but the moment he notices you, he loosens his grip around her waist, his eyes locking on your own.
Does the hot-heated and very dangerous Ramón have a thing for you? You were pretty convinced at this point. What confused you was his lack of contact. He seemed like an overly confident guy and watching the way he was with other women, it seemed more normal he would have hit on you on the spot, that first day. It was surprising, how could a guy like this be coy?
You were honestly torn about Ramón's interest in you. On one hand, it was flattering. On another, you knew enough about the man to know he was dangerous, like a walking hazard sign.
Your investigation could really hit a peak if you got close to him, but at the same time, it's like laying across train tracks, you’d willingly be putting yourself in a level of danger were not interesting in being in. Maybe, he should admire you from afar, you decide, it would be safer.
As the night goes on, you go about your business and focus on your job, while never really escaping the heat of his gaze. When you stopped at their table to bring a fresh batch of drinks, his brown eyes watch your every movement.
You’ve never felt as seen, as studied as you do under his gaze. When you look up at him from under your lashes, he flashes that heart-warming smile and you almost, almost make your first mistake of the night. You nearly drop the empty beer bottle in your hand, you add it to the tray of empty bottles.
The little slip-up gains a chuckle from him. You feel your face grow hot as embarrassment rushes you. Ramón digs in his pocket, pulls out a wad of cash, and drop two 100 bills on your tray.
“Thank you,” you smile at him and back away from the table, your eyes locked on his. Before you turn away, the sound of your name on his lips captures your attention. Balancing the tray, you turn back and meet his waiting gaze.
“Have a drink with us later.”
You can barely believe your hearing. Did he just invite you to his table?
“You know what,” Ramón stands up and motions for the other server to come over, “your shift ends now.” He points at the tray, the other girl makes eye contact with you, then takes it.
Ramón wasn’t known for his patience. He was a make-it-happen yesterday kind of guy.
“Oh, okay “ you grab your huge tip from the tray and shove it in your bra. Much to his pleasure, as Ramón watches with a grin. Not knowing what to do with your hands, you keep them at your sides.
Ramón tells the girl next to him to get up. She shoots you a death stare and leaves the spot next to him. Ramon sits back down and pats the cushion with his hand. "Come, sit with me.”
The handsome criminal continues to grin at you as you sit next to him. The space provided is small, your thigh touches his as you sit. You admired his outfit from afar, but this close, you can really see the details in the nice gold and white top, the first buttons open, teasing his chest and his fitted black pants leave little to the imagination. Everything about this outfit, including the shoes, screams rich. He even smells good, really good.
Ramón sits with his hands in his lap, a stark contrast to the relaxed arm he had around the other girl. Was Ramón still acting shy?
He motions to the table. "Anything you want, it’s yours.”
He’s cute, really cute like this. With you, his cockiness seems to be gone, like a shy boy with a crush. You smile at him and look over the drinks you just delivered to them.
In the middle of the table is a bottle of champagne with a price tag that makes you do a triple take. You weren't really a champagne person, but shit, you had to taste it. You had to know why it cost that much.
Almost as if he can read your mind, Ramón leans over and pours you a glass. As he hands it to you, your fingers touch. The brief contact earns another smile from him, and your heart skips a beat.
Oh fuck. You were in trouble.
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More soon 💕
Tags? Just ask. I’ll tag ya.
Pt about 60% done. If you want a tag let me know. It will be out either later today or tomorrow.
#Ramon narcos#narcos mexico#narcos Mexico fic#your content consumption is your responsibility not mine#read warnings#stay away if any of this bothers or upsets you#ramon arellano felix#not the real guy#just the show actor#fic: flirting with danger#narcos mexico fanfiction
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I’m seeing some drama pop up around the new event concerning Rollo, I hope the fandom will act maturely and not to blow things out of proportion this time around.
Ask 3: On a separate note, the amount of discourse surrounding him has the fandom divided and it’s kinda funny (as long as we’re not harassing anyone over diff opinions). Like some ppl love him and some hate him. My only thing is that bc he hasn’t done anything diabolical to warrant any major hate from me so he’s cool, and idk if ppl notice but twst characters are not direct copies of the villain they’re inspired by. They take notable characteristics sure but for some they change it up so much that they have two different characters. Hades is outwardly confident and has not problem socializing w ppl, now compare that to Idia. They’re pretty diff with the only exception is that they can talk fast when they want and are cocky, but w Idia it’s in spurs. Also with Vil, they were able to make a pretty static, run of the mill Evil Queen villain into a hard working, role model-esque celebrity. Either way his uniform be popping off and I would not mind wearing it. Plus their school get nice magic rings so that’s a win too.
Ask 4: tho most of the fandom, so far from what ive seen, has just been headcanoning him as a ripoff scaramouche from genshin - violently cold, the grinch, a highschool mean girl, homophobic (thats a meme i think), and aggressively catholic (i dont disagree with that due to what villain he's based on but no way to know for sure just yet). all that. like stereotypically those themes, despite us not even having a proper introduction from him yet/not having seen enough of him to see how he's truly like (we only have a few frames, non translated i dont think). the fandom just see's 1 pic of character with a frown/neutral expression and goes wild with it.. which makes me kinda sad :( just cuz their based on a villain doesnt mean their batshit evil- that goes for a lot of the cast already.
Putting the last 2 asks as text here since they are both part of much longer asks that I want to give a separate post to respectively.
Since the next part is coming out today and I have some time on my hands, I think it’s about time I give my thoughts about the elephant in the room regarding Rollo. I think the discourse died down a bit for the time being, but with the next four parts that will still come out from today till November, it's not impossible for it to revive depending on what happens next.
To sum up what has been happening in the fandom, there are a lot of mixed responses with TWST Frollo becoming real. Some are very excited about this, but others are uncomfortable due to the racism that Frollo aims at the Romani people. A few Romani people on Twitter have apparently spoken up about their sentiments and discomforts, and the discourse started from there. It doesn't help that the Kohaku article "The Disney Villains Game is Having a Horny Racism Controversy" fanned the flames further.
For starters, my stances and sentiments are very similar to @raven-at-the-writing-desk’s, which you can find over here. As the anons in asks 3 and 4 have stated, we don't know much about Rollo enough that we could make a fair judgment. Even if this event concludes in a month, I think we'll come out of it with more questions than answers since it seems pretty clear that he will make an appearance in main story (what with him having a formal introduction and an official voice). We don't know yet how much he'll resemble Frollo, nor do we know how much traits he'll share with Quasimodo. Something important to consider is that nobody in TWST is truly evil. Rather, they're people who have their shitty sides and good sides, who have made shit choices and good ones, and I doubt this will change with Rollo. All that I have to say on this matter is (a) to not define Frollo, and thus Rollo, for the racism they exhibit, and (b) to not jump into conclusions and assumptions about a character we barely know.
As for the racism, I think that the problem itself is not the presence of racism but how the racism is presented. It's one thing for racism to be presented. It's another thing for the racism to be glorified, and it's yet another thing for the racism to be condemned. If TWST glorifies Rollo's racism or even just ignores it, there's going to be a problem there. But if Rollo's racism is condemned (via the characters' disgust, etc.), then it will depict racism in a bad light. And so far, TWST has been pretty good with depicting that racism is a no-no, particularly with Sebek's way of talking to humans (Silver and Riddle would reprimand him for the way that he speaks. You can see this in chapter 5 and in Riddle's robe story). Either way, I believe that Frollo's racism should not be swept under the rug and should be something that is addressed here, especially considering the conflict that is being set up in chapter 7 with the whole fae vs humans thing.
I really do get the worries. Even I'm waiting for the next part with scrutiny because I want to see how they will handle Rollo. But I think we should be less rash about our judgments and see what happens first. Let's also be careful of where we get our translations from too since we do have some sketchy ass tlers around. If you need any clarifications on what happens in the event, ask any trustworthy tler or even me. But as the first anon said, I hope we're all mature about this and not blow things out of proportion. ^^;;
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Hey, I'm the anon who sent in that ask asking you to explain about the Slappy shanking post, and I just wanted to thank you for answering my ask, I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who's thought about what he's like in a fight XD
Until I saw that post, I always figured he would have to be one of those people you don't want to run into after dark or down an abandoned alleyway (especially if you owe Nosferatu something/have wronged Nosferatu in some way) if only because while he may not be outwardly malicious towards people, he still seems like the kind of guy that could easily make me disappear after kicking my ass :(
At least now I know to warn my friends not to accept his dinner invites should I go missing in advance lol
Helloooo!! Hiii! I loved your ask. Its always fun to ramble on about headcanons for slappy or hear some from others!
I've thought about Slappy and how would he fight. When I first saw Stair Wars it only confirmed to me that even when he has the opportunity to fight, he figures out a less violent and more obscure way of handling conflicts. He's very passive. Slappy is pretty disliked amongst bikini bottomites so he has every opportunity to retaliate. He just doesn't and he doesn't care to. Even with the kids picking on him in Terror at 20,000 leagues. He purposely chose to scare them in the least harmless way possible.
At most I think he'd take pleasure in folks being creeped out by him or he'd just hold a passive aggressive smile and quietly accept things (like the he did in the mid season finale when grandpat and granny tentacles were making fun of his poem)
If he absolutely has to fight then you know you wouldn't see it. I imagine he'd handle things quietly. Even when he has the opportunity to fight, he chooses a non-violent method in order to win. I can assume he just doesn't want to get his hands dirty. He's wearing a very nice suit after all. I don't think he wants to pay extra at the dry cleaners to get blood stains off of it.
I'm pretty sure slappy can get away with murder pretty easily in bikini bottom if he was to kill. The cops are too incompetent and there's plenty of characters in the show who have a kill count. But I'd rather think that while you can suspect him, there's just never enough proof to conclude it's him. You have a bad feeling about him and nothing more.
Slappy is different from other Peter Parodies. They usually are maniacal weirdos with an insatiable bloodlust. I do want to keep Slappy different. Him just being a seemingly harmless weirdo who usually minds his business or wants to join in whenever he sees something fun. I don't want to go too far with making him more murderous.
Still I think you'd be safe. One thing that's notable about Slappy is that he does try to help whenever he can. He tried applying for a job as an intern for the patrick show, he joined in the stair wars, he took the job managing the phone for the pat-a-thon. I've always sorta headcanoned that he considers SB and Patrick as his ""friends"" they are the only folks who dont seem to be actively mean to him which for him is kindness.
I'm assuming it's a similar case with Nosferatu. And for his friends, he'd do anything for them. Probably even murder <3 but don't worry. I think if you aren't actively mean to his friends then you don't need to worry about him ending you. He can tolerate if you are being mean to him but his friends? Now that's a punishable offense. You might not show up for work the next day. There is no body to conclude what really happened to you.
Anyways I doubt you'd beef with any of them so a walk in a dark alley way with Slappy is absolutely safe. He might try to creep you out by telling stories of murders and stuff that has happened in this alley way but for me that just sounds like a dream💖 if he does decide to kill me then I'd simply thank him <3 with a face like that he could get away with anything. He's too adorable to be guilty <3 even if he did actually commit the crime💕
Jokes aside this convo doesn't include cannibalism. That's a whole different can of worms.
He is a vampire's minion. All other vampire minions like Renfield for example eat bugs and whatever and slowly move up the food chain. Slappy is kinda gluttonous. Who's to say he wouldn't think of eating one of his own kind? Like that Peter Parody Mr. Sydney who was obsessed with finding "a new taste sensation". It's also an effective way of getting rid of evidence hence why you shouldn't accept a dinner invite from him. But would he actually do it? Possibly. Or maybe he likes fucking with you and his jokes about cannibalism get a little too close to comfort. You can never be sure if he really means it or not.
#he seems like a nice guy#Tho fr him murdering is rare but not unexpected#Ask#the spongebob connoisseur#spongebob#spongebob squarepants#sb#spongebon squarepants#spongebob meme#slappy laszlo#Slappy spongebob#Laszlo spongebob#the patrick star show#the patrick show
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I hope that when ppl view my account and talk to me online, they view me as just another person with feelings and thoughts, and acknowledge that I am no better or less than anyone else just because of things like follower count or the fact that I create art. I hope that people know that my opinions change and that I am as capable of making mistakes as anyone else and I sincerely hope that everyone takes all my advice and opinions with a grain of salt because in this vast expansion hellhole we call earth, I am just another person with no real importance and I am no one to tell you how to live your life, and you owe it to no one listen to me or like me or even care about me
#late night musings....#it has been a tiring day and i still have work left to do but i am just thinking#bc i have been thinking abt how sometimes ppl tell me things that piss me off bc they assume something about me or misinterpret smth i say#like for example an ask ive received today#and then i stop being pissed when i realize that the other person isnt inherently malicious and that theyre a person#people have their reasons for saying what they do and the fact that someone was angry enough in the spur of the moment to insult me#makes me think abt how much we care abt what other ppl say#because the point they were making was from a good conscience i think. i wont reveal what they said but when aimed at the right person-#-i think they dont have anything to feel bad abt because honestly if someone is being creepy then they kinda had it coming#and they havent sent a follow up ask so i can only assume theyre just vibing now and i hope them the best#they sent the ask on anon and i think thats fair idk ppl usually r like...dont go on anon if ur gonna insult me u coward#but like what if the anon is a minor?? or like just in general i think its fair u dont want ur name associated with drama#at this point if anyone sends any asks i deem rude or overly agressive bc ur typing in the heat of the moment#i will not disclose it. i just won't post it because whats posted on the internet stays on it and i just...would rather not for you and me#anyways im just rambling now because i feel like everything got rly heated for a moment today but it somewhat died off and left me hanging#so now im just vibing and i hope anon is vibing and stays safe#but anyways this is how i would like to end today! if anyone has anymore asks regarding what happened today#just know that i will only be answering non aggressive ones and that i dont want this to run on for too long on this blog#if u send me an ask off anon i will reply privately and if you would like to dm me then even better#but yes thats all have a nice day im sorry the tags are a mile long
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ANOTHER ASK BECAUSE IM HORNY ASF-- IT'S STILL THE ANON WHO SIMPS FOR DEUCE BTW!!! I LOVE U YUME!! ❤️💕
Okay, so... Closet Pervert!Deuce 👀 just basically stealing anything from darling from her newly bought handkerchief, straws from drinks she sucked from, hell maybe even sneaking into her room and stealing her underwear hngg.... AAAAAA i just love the idea of him finally having the privilege of fucking darling when she finally consents(or not, i love ur non con works ughhh 😩) when it's finally his birthday, for him to fill her up a bunch of million times and going feral when he thinks about his precious best friend getting knocked up with his babies-- GAHDHFKFHAKDHAKA BARK BARK BARK--
Baby, I smell your hornii from way over here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I, too, LIVE for yandere closet perverts ♥︎
Warning : Dub-Con | Yandere | Kleptomania (?)
LOL Deuce probably doesn’t even realize this creepy-ass behavior most of the time, since I can see it starting off really innocent and sweet. Like— He loses his temper one day and got into a fight with another random mob. He won, he always do but in this particular fight, he didn’t come out unscathed and blood was shed. Maybe his nose bled or there was a cut on his lip, but it caught your attention nonetheless and offered your own handkerchief to help wipe up the blood and cover the wound until you both reach the infirmary.
The handkerchief was so potent of your scent and realized how fond he is of this smell, somehow making him feel so nostalgic and soothes him up. You basically gave him the first item in his collection, despite Deuce saying how he’ll wash and return it afterwards. Surprise, surprise,he never did return it not that you minded anyway nor ever washing the piece of cloth because he didn’t want your scent getting washed away in the process. Now, it sits at the top of his collection, still stained with his own dried blood from that day...Deuce lowkey considers it his favorite lol
AND THUS, stealing shit you probably won’t notice gone became habit little by little, even becoming a daily basis. The eraser you dropped? Nope, gone. You tried looking for it in the place it landed but for some reason, it’s not there, like it was just been swallowed by the ground...weird. Oh, and that pen you were chewing on as a way to quench your boredom during history class? You looked away one moment to watch the birds outside the window and looking back— Yup, it’s gone. Sometimes, Deuce would even offer to throw your trash for you, specifically when you just finished drinking a special limited-edition milkshake, only for him to...casually slip the straw out of the cup and pocket it in to add to his growing collection. He’s a soft boi to blush at the thought of indirect kissing if he sucks on it right after.
But the real problematic issue comes in when he starts to come into your room at every opportunity he gets. Whether it’s because you invited him in, or he sneaked his way in, it doesn’t matter if he can find a way and he always will. He begins to steal stuff that was now making you suspicious, like— you’re pretty sure you dumped your underwear in the laundry basket just a few minutes ago...huh, where did it go? Socks?You’re missing a pair. Bra? It’s not difficult to count in one hand how many you have, and you SWEAR there’s one missing in your closet. Shirt, a full-set of your daily outfit?? Okay, this is getting weird, it’s clear to you now that someone is stealing from you after denying it for so long, and that’s not good, not to mention creepy.
But you don’t know that it’s him and you don’t have to know! You’re more wary of your surroundings but that’s alright...Deuce thinks as he listens to you complain about this stalker you claim to have, a smile slowly forming on his lips and sweat dripping down his forehead...You look really cute being all pouty about your lost items here, it’s difficult to resist the urge to just...steal you away for a change.
DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED WHEN YOU FINALLY GIVE THIS “CONSENT”YOU SPEAK OF. Okay, maybe you developed feelings for him at some point, cool, that’s understandble— I mean, he’s a great listener, a sweetheart who’s willing to protect and provide for you, a true gentleman who wouldn’t hurt you ever. How could you not fall for this wonderful boi? So, as a birthday gift, you finally answered his call and tried quench his hornii, the thirst and give yourself to him...Well, yeah~ Maybe it’s great at first, since he’s really cute being inexperienced and wanting to learn more about pleasuring you sexually and all but...His actions surprisingly doesn’t seem to be that of an inexperienced individual at all, if you do say so yourself.
Once you give him that green light, there was no turning back as he, quite literally would pounce on you before you could even say anything else. His actions seem so practiced, like he was just waiting for this day to come, fantasizing every outcome and how to deal with it, what methods he should use. Deuce is that type of person to get lost in the moment after all, because goddamn you feel so good wrapped around his cock like this. He had been stealing from you for months without you ever considering him as a possible suspect, like a deranged kleptomaniac he is, but he could not describe the ecstasy he feels when the realization hits him of actually being able to steal your virginity away with mere words.
So, if you give consent, you can’t expect him to stop or to slow down at any moment, because— Um, you just can’t, Darling. Isn’t this supposed to be his birthday gift? Even you can’t shake him out of the goal of fucking you stupid, finding your special spots and thoroughly abusing those spots until it all goes sore that it would be difficult for you to even stand tomorrow morning. He wouldn’t be able to shut himself up too during an intense session most likely. Aggressively muttering about creating a family with you, and wanting you knocked up with his child, possibly suggesting more ones that sounded more like a threat rather than just dirty talking that you just clench against him out of instinctive fear. Unfortunately for you, it only motivates him further.
So, anyway— yeah...This happens.
#yandere twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#yandere#deuce spade#yandere deuce spade#Birthday Crumbs (Deuce)
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You Only Water Plants With Cool Water
Rukawa Kaede x reader, sfw, fluff, word count 1,435
reader is a painter
Rukawa and you both had practice. Studio sessions, gym time, he needed to go to the store for new basketball shoes, you needed new paper or canvas. He knew when you had had a bad day. When every stroke of pigment was wrong, when you had to change water too many times. You knew when he had messed up his scoring percentages, or when he’d landed a shot not to his liking.
You also had good days though. Ones where you would be electrified, dragging Rukawa to the tiny bedroom studio in the apartment, excited to show him a new piece. He tried to be subtle about sharing his smaller successes with you. Quietly asking to go on a walk to the park on weekend mornings, picking up a basketball before heading out the door.
While Rukawa couldn't exactly understand painting, or art, he did understand you. He saw how hard you worked, the same as him. You too were striving for something. So he lets you ramble on about new art books you had bought, different painters you admired, ones you hated, an art supplies store you wanted to try your luck at. This was also how you understood him. You saw how at home Rukawa watched all the NBA games, kept tabs on different players.
The two of your respective passions consumed lots of your life. Which is why he didn't mind when you had the door to the studio closed when he got home from the gym. You didn't bother him when he was watching a game. He would sleep on the small couch you had tucked in the corner of the studio, the radio giving a play by play of some game. Legs hanging off the arm rest, simply enjoying being in your presence. Some days you would go to his practices, half watching, half sketching out ideas for a new chunk of canvas. This was one of those days.
Looking up from your lap you see that practice is almost over. You set aside your work to focus on Rukawa completely. He really is something else on the court. Brash, aggressive, and still sly. Those parts of Rukawa were the same. The part of him that bluntly told you while out shopping what did look ugly, that way you swore he moved stuff around in the fridge to mess with you, or how he shoulder checked people a little too often. When he was playing basketball it was like the various gears and screws that made up Rukawa were perfectly made to play, like it was the only that life made sense to him. It added something to his outward psyche, a fire of energy that exuded from every pore.
You watch as the team starts to wind down. Shooting from various points on the court, running sprints from one side to the other, to end practice there was a complicated passing drill that you couldn't follow. You were prepared to leave, grab some take out on the way home, but when Rukawa came over to you he flopped onto the bleachers.
“Hey! Come on you can't sleep here”
With a sweat towel covering his face he mumbles,
“I can sleep anywhere, just give me a couple minutes”
But you know with Rukawa that a couple minutes can range from thirty minutes to hours. You pull on his arm trying to get him up, his eyes are stubbornly closed though. You poke, you blow air on his nose, you ruffle his hair and pull on his clothes. When that doesn't work you try threats.
“I won't pay for dinner”
“I was going to pay”
He says, words muffled by the towel. Exasperated you sit back onto the cold bleachers. You reach into a plastic bag you have settled down by your feet. It's from the craft store, new paint, new brushes, you had stopped there on the way to see Rukawa. Cautiously you pull out some paint and let it rest against Rukawa's skin.
“If you don't get up, I’m gonna paint you”
“I dont care”
“Really?”
“Why would I care?”
Before you two had been playful, teasing, but when he asks that he is genuine. Like he couldn't possibly comprehend why that would bother anyone. He has one eye open now, peaking at you, seeing that you are considering it now.
“I don't care, go ahead, just let me sleep”
At first you're still a little apprehensive. You are slow to fill up one of the paper cups from the players bench with the water fountain. You use the colors little by little. Mixing them in the palm of your non dominant hand. You start with his arm. The paint moves differently on his sweat tinted skin and you have to adjust.
Rukawa floats in and out of sleep. Lazily watching your concentrated expression move expertly over him. He likes the way the brushes feel, the cool of the paint. He notes that you're holding his hand differently, it's deliberate, your fingers not laced with his but clasping onto him. You do this so you can twist his arm this way and that. He can see blues and greens mixed onto your own skin in puddles. Then he’s back asleep.
You are no longer paying attention to Rukawa, or the dance group that came to use the gym for practice. You like working here. The gym lights are bright, the AC blasting cold air. You were originally only going to do something small. But now Rukawa's entire right arm has been consumed by paint. You are putting the last few strokes of detail on his arm knowing that you aren't done yet. You are afraid to dab at the paint to see if its dry, you blow on it and Rukawa gives a small smile at the sensation.
You pull the towel off of Rukawa’s head and lay it over his chest, placing his arm there too. You grab your bag of supplies and move to the row of bleachers below Rukawa. His left leg your new target. This is harder for Rukawa to sit through at first. The bristles of the brush more ticklish, but it is soon calming once again. He wants to see what you’ve painted on his arm but his eyes are still so heavy, he so tired.
“Wow you're really good!”
“Thanks! He’s a pretty good canvas!”
Rukawa wakes at the sound of your voice.
“Oh sorry I didn't mean to wake you!”
It must be one of the girls from that dance team he decides.
“It’s okay he sleeps plenty”
You tell the girl, she laughs a little before waving herself away. You're packing up your things, swirling brushes into the cup of water, twisting paint tubes closed. Finally feeling satisfied with his nap, Rukawa slowly gets up. Used to sleeping wherever he pleases the dull ache from the bleachers doesn't bother him much. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and sees it.
You've painted a river. From his right shoulder to his left ankle is a river. Patches of grass and flowers growing along parts of it, stones, clouds, waterfalls, waves of water. It’s dynamic, twisting over the grooves of his muscles. You are surprised at how gentle his fingers move along the outline of the water, tracing it down his whole arm. In between his knuckles the water fades off his hand in droplets. The red flowers a bold contrast to the cool colors of the water. Fish leaping in and out of the water, some not even breaking the blue surface of paint, shadows of warm color beneath the water.
“You like it?”
You ask, he only nods, still admiring your work. You get him off the bleachers, once standing the daze he was in wears off. He grabs his duffle bag and the two of you head out. The night air is refreshing, the sky dark blue but bright like how it is in the summer. The street is still buzzing from the dusk. People on the way home from work, light traffic in the street, store and street lights flickering in the newness of the night.
“I’m sorry”
“Huh?”
You don't know what Rukawa could possibly be apologizing for.
“I’m gonna have to take a shower and the paint will wash off”
“That’s okay I knew that when I did it”
Rukawa seems discontent with this answer but you aren't sure how to help ease him. At the next block Rukawa turns the wrong way.
“Where are you going the-”
“Walgreens”
“What?”
“They have disposable cameras at Walgreens.”
☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾
A/N: If someone made a bingo chart of my writing Walgreens would be on it. Will post this on ao3 later today :) Also no :) I did not :) edit this :)
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Hi Owl! I know you dont want any more asks in regards to dinluke drama - but my question is only kinda related. I write ficlets and drabbles. I worry now that I've written dinluke entirely wrong - silly, I know, but with all thats been going on my anxiety is heightened. Have I unknowingly written in stereotypes? Contributed to racism? Have I hurt anyone, unknowingly, with my tiny snippets?
My question is - how do you deal with that anxiety and do you have any advice?
Hey! No, it's fine! I am happy to answer what i can!
I honestly get what you are saying and where you are coming from. It is a battle and you gotta find a balance.
1) Always tag. You can over tag. Just make sure to tag. Yes, tagging is a courtesy and not necessarily a "requirement" but we all are here to escape reality where people continue to choose to not be kind. If you feel like you're unsure or just don't like how many tags you have (primarily in AO3--I get that, I get overwhelmed when I see too many tags) ensure you put the big ones (Dark, non-con, etc.) so people can filter it out and then add tags and notes BEFORE the chapter starts. You are putting everything up and warning people. It is now their responsibility and courtesy to read and understand.
2) Be prepared that you may still get hate, even if you put everything up. This isn't fun but some people are not going to heed tags and are going to feel the need to speak their mind. If you are writing what you love, taking consideration of what you are being told, understanding this is fiction and not an equivalent to what Hollywood does you can respond (if you're comfortable and they are kind) or block.
3) Don't respond to people who send hate. It can be so hard. All you want to do is try to defend yourself. But it can trigger uncomfortable things. Just work on making it your own safe space and they should do the same.
It's not easy. I step back and try to think about what I a doing but understand my own want and needs and I know what I am writing is not based on an inherent need for a "big-dick Latino man who is dark". I just enjoy dark content. I always have. Probably always will. i have written so much dark content from my early days in YuGiOh, Naruto, Harry Potter, and Bleach--to more recent with Sherlock, Avengers, and now Star Wars. I always focused on a bottom character (Who is my favorite of the series; male or female) and put them with one or multiple tops who I always make dark. Because it is my escapism and apparently it is the same for many others. My current focus is DinLuke.
But I think as long as you are open to conversation, you are willing to block people who get too aggressive, you sit and understand your own wants, and you also understand this is a fictional world but just currently in a smaller fanbase, you will be ok.
Eventually, I hope, we will have a lot more content so that everyone can find their own safe-space and corner. For now, we're stepping on toes a bit so to speak.
I can't do much for the anxiety except just tell you to keep doing what you can and know there are people who support you. There are people who don't support what you write but are still good people who know when to just avoid and step back and that they just won't read.
You're doing good! I don't want anyone to feel they need to be chased away or stop producing these things.
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Please feel free to not answer this ask, but since I've been getting tons of obnoxious anons from the copy pasta anon recently and I'm sick of it, I decided to take a page out of the copy pasta anon's book and send this message to multiple cockles blogs as a heads up.
The copy pasta anon (I do believe it probably really is only one very deranged person) has slipped up at least once and forgot to turn on anon when sending one of their messages. I've been keeping an eye on their blog ever since. They've changed their tumblr url multiple times since then, so they keep interacting with unsuspecting cockles blogs who have no clue they're talking to the copy pasta anon on posts. As of writing this, the copy pasta anon goes by the url of "crispyfanfire" and pretends to be a cockles blog judging by their blog content.
If I wasn't already sure that this person was the copy pasta anon responsible for nearly all of the obnoxious messages sent to dozens of cockles blogs every day, I came across something yesterday that confirmed it for me even more.
For some reason, the copy pasta anon decided to attack a bibro blog who thinks cockles (and J2/RPF in general) truthers are delusional and sent them a hate message off anon (now seemingly deleted, but it included name calling and death threats).
Which led the bibro blog to make anti cockles posts in response. One of them was this post:
https://thetruthaboutsubtext.tumblr.com/post/656556680834924544/i-dont-know-why-cockles-shippers-got-so-happy
Seems familiar to you? Thats because the copy pasta anon wasted no time in copying that anti cockles post and sent it to various cockles blogs, including mine.
But there's more. In the comments of the same post, copy pasta anon kept further antagonizing the bibro blog, to which the bibro blog (from their other account) replied with: "You people are the most delusional I've ever seen in fandom spaces, and I sincerely hope you get help and that you don't hurt people in your real lives because you're insane. [...]" It didn't take long for the copy pasta anon to copy these exact words and send them out to various cockles blogs again.
It's just too much of a coincidence that a person who has previously slipped up and shown themselves to be the copy pasta anon is now interacting with a bibro blog and almost immediately after these interactions the posts/responses to the copy pasta anon appear as the fresh new copy pasta in dozens of cockles blogs' inboxes.
A multishipper also clued the bibro blog in and handed them some receipts:
https://thetruthaboutsubtext.tumblr.com/post/656621544166113280/as-a-cocklesdestiel-shipper-though-a-non-insane
https://thetruthaboutsubtext.tumblr.com/post/656627829764653056/destielcockles-shipper-anon-again-i-thought-id
Which led the bibro blog to write this post:
https://thetruthaboutsubtext.tumblr.com/post/656630795333746688/block-and-or-report-the-blog-crispyfanfire-if
I don't usually agree with or encourage reblogging posts from bibros, but this is sound advice. "crispyfanfire" is indeed playing the entire fandom with their ridiculous and annoying behavior, either because they're a mean-spirited nasty troll or because they're a complete lunatic. But either way, everyone should be aware of who they are because they don't just send nasty copy pasta anons, they also randomly attack people with insults and death wishes and I also know of people who have received stalker-ish messages and other harassment from them. I also have no doubt they will soon change their url again now that they've been exposed or get a new blog because thats their MO, but they will also reveal themselves again soon enough, because they keep slipping it up and their style of writing when they actually write something themselves instead of stealing other people's words is pretty unmistakable (nonsensical, bad grammar, often very aggressive and nasty or arrogant.)
this is amazing detective work, hon, great job.
however, i think the person in question has already changed their url, as i couldn't find a crispyfanfire. when i did a search, i got a result for the blog @gipsykingsfanfire which is a cockles-appearing blog with no personal info. i'm going to try blocking them and see if the copypasta anons dry up.
eta: reminder that if your cockles blog is a sideblog like mine, you need to go to settings and then to that url and manually enter the blog you want to block at the bottom of the page. otherwise they’ll only be blocked from your main.
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How would you describe the relationship between each respective goggleboy and 'rival'? Ive seen different interpretations but im curious what you think! Not to mention that the fans are sometimes arguing over who the 'rival' actually is, like with Daisuke where some people say its Ken and others say its Takeru. (I dont think there are actual rivals in the show, except for maybe Manga!Kiriha who outright says he will be just that with Taiki.)
One thing to keep in mind is that the word "rival" has kind of integrated itself into anime lingo as a full-on English loanword, so it comes from expectations of anime tropes more than anything. While even official staff has used that word in talking about Digimon, as you say, it never really fit to begin with, because not only has Digimon TV anime never been a particularly conventional shounen series in many ways, that term was also mostly coined in light of series where that term made a lot more sense. As in, they were more likely to be actually competing over something (in sports, or something tournament-based like card games); in that sense, a "rival" would be someone who might be antagonistic by being on the other side of the field, but would have a mutually positive relationship with the other person overall because the competitiveness would keep both of them on their toes and allow both of them to improve together. Digimon is not the first time this term has started getting overapplied to contexts where it doesn't really fit at all (it's been going on in Super Sentai for years), so people generally have a greater perception of it broadly meaning "two characters who have differing opinions on how something should be done due to their differing personalities, and sometimes fight over it", but in Digimon especially, it really does seem like trying to smash a square peg into a round hole.
The short answer: Xros Wars is probably the only one you can make a real argument for.
The long answer, in detail:
Adventure: I cannot emphasize enough that Adventure, being a series that was really big on that whole trope subversion thing, is a series that casts the trope of "rivalry" as "getting in a lot of fights" as a bad thing -- it's actually pretty unsubtle about it, because the word "rival" itself is explicitly used in Adventure episode 44, by Jureimon trying to manipulate Yamato. Or, in other words, "hey, if you saw someone who's supposed to be your supportive friend as someone you had to constantly compete against for no good reason, wouldn't that be really messed up?" Adventure does not even bother with or remotely believe in the idea that fighting somehow is a sign of how good friends you are, at least, not as long as that fighting is a sign of genuine hostility and refusal to communicate (which is why Yamato punching Taichi in 02 doesn't count). Every time Taichi and Yamato got in a fight back in Adventure, it was heated and ugly, and everyone in their presence was horrified, and once they sorted out their issues in Adventure, their appearances in 02 and Kizuna involved properly talking things out and making an active attempt to understand each other's feelings. There's a bit of bickering between them due to said opposing personalities, but it's never over anything serious (see the contrast in Kizuna between them having a bit of a minor row at the beginning, but high-fiving right after and spending the rest of the movie practically counseling each other).
02: Straight-up does not exist. Daisuke may have seen Takeru in that way due to the Hikari issue at first, but he was really running in circles getting absolutely nowhere about it, Takeru was mostly like "okay, you have fun with that," their only major argument about anything was the very serious issue in 02 episode 11, and it still resulted in Daisuke trying to understand Takeru's feelings. I think all of it boils down to Daisuke himself just not having that kind of personality to begin with, because he's friendly and supportive before anything else, and the whole thing with Takeru became a non-issue after a fashion (way before we even get into Kizuna, at that). Ken has the word "rival" sometimes applied to him in official franchise media, but nobody ever believes it. Sure, Daisuke and Ken have fairly complementary personalities, but they seem to both be aware of this fact and actively using it to help each other. It's very, very, very hard to imagine them ever getting into any kind of fight the way Taichi and Yamato used to in Adventure. It's just not happening! They're "best friends" who enjoy each other's company and actively hang out, and...yeah, that's it.
Tamers: Also does not exist! I know a lot of people really try to say it's Ruki because she's the one with the lone-wolf attitude and aggravated Takato at first, but my impression of Takato's attitude with her wasn't out of any competition but more that he'd like it if she didn't try to pick fights with him. Which she does actually stop after a while, mind you, and you could even make an argument that she's more of a foil to Jian than Takato, because Jian's the one who was completely pacifist at first, with Takato caught in the middle. In the end, Ruki never actually attains a particularly close relationship with Takato compared to Jian, nor does she really keep up a particular competitive streak with Takato; she kind of pops in and out at her leisure because of her more independent streak, and Jian ends up more of Takato's right-hand man (which is why the franchise presumably picks him as the secondary character to feature whenever they do "secondary characters"), but neither Takato nor Jian are prone to conflict and the entire trope is just fundamentally absent. The Tamers trio, is, ultimately, a trio.
Frontier: Takuya and Kouji are probably the first pair to really look like a proper execution of the trope, and at the very least they align pretty perfectly to how it's known in Sentai: a more hot-headed, aggressive lead with a more cool-headed and cynical right-hand man, where they end up often prone to conflict over dispute on how to best lead the team. However, while it's much more of a conventional execution than Adventure (since Adventure had Yamato actually be more prone to being an emotional fuse bomb whereas Taichi was often too chill more than anything), there being any conflict isn’t gone into that deeply beyond just "their personalities are complementary", and in that sense it's not far off from Adventure itself.
Savers: The series kind of baits you into thinking it might go this way when Nanami taunts Tohma about how he had to resort to a Masaru-esque tactic to beat her (it's one of its early red herrings about Tohma supposedly betraying the group), and it does have traces at the start because of how blatant of a foil Tohma is to Masaru, but one thing important to consider is that while the "rivalry" of what's being competed over is barely even relevant in most Digimon series to begin with, Masaru and Tohma don't even have a "group" to lead -- they're the employees under DATS who are being given orders from above, and are dealing with situations as they come. Masaru ends up leading the charge a bit, but he's not actually a leader in any shape or form, and Savers is more of a story of Masaru's coming-of-age than anything else, so while the series mostly has to do with his personal philosophy more than Tohma's, it ultimately lets the two of them pursue their lives their own ways. Masaru's worst bout of infamous anger is at being hurt over Tohma's apparent betrayal, not against him personally.
Xros Wars: I would say this is the only series to date where the term "rivals" properly applies, and it's because they're fighting over something concrete: the Code Crowns, and eventually Digital World territory. So in this case, for the first two parts, the answer is obviously Kiriha; Nene was a rival at first, but after various events happened she allied with Xros Heart early into Death Generals, and while Taiki and Kiriha had a relationship of mutual respect, Kiriha still considered him an opponent over what they were competing for until eventually the Xros Heart United Army fully came into formation. In the manga version, Kiriha does invoke the word "rival" in the above sense of competing to polish one's skills, but ironically, its version of the Death Generals arc involves them being much more in-tune with the same goals, so it might actually apply less because Taiki kind of responds with "uh, sure...?" since he's not nearly as interested in self-improvement. In Hunters, while it initially seems like it might be Yuu, the answer is really Ryouma, and note that Ryouma never really forms a particularly close relationship with Tagiru; it's just that he's the person most at the forefront for competing with Tagiru in the Hunt, to the point he's the first person chosen to wield the Brave Snatcher and turns out to be a bit of a foil for Tagiru in terms of actually having admired Taiki this whole time.
Appmon: Also does not exist. Rei tried to do the whole schtick in terms of competing for the Seven Code Appmon at first, but Haru was having none of that and immediately reached out to him emotionally, worrying about his welfare, and although Rei had a bit of a detached relationship with the other Appli Drivers thereafter, it really was friendly more than anything, just a bit awkward. Haru and Yuujin aren't even on the table, since their relationship is "best friends" akin to Daisuke and Ken.
Adventure: reboot: Also does not exist, considering that Taichi and Yamato bickering over the best way to approach things is limited to the very beginning of the series (and one of those times was with Yamato and Sora, not Yamato and Taichi, at that). In fact, I think most of these kids have been acting separately for most of the series anyway...?
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Yoonmin please
🔆 “Please help me, nothing’s coming up and it hurts so much.”
Sickie : Jimin // Caretaker : Yoongi
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Yoongi frowns when he sees Jimin bolting up from the car the moment he pulls on the parking lot, scrambling to open their apartment door and dashing inside.
And that frowns changed into a worried gasp in an instant as his eyes catch the younger figure in their bathroom, hunching over the toilet.
"Jimin-ah? Are you okay?", Yoongi whispers as he steps closer. A series of non-productive wet gags answering Yoongi's question as the younger tightens his grip on his midsection. After several seconds pass without managing to bring anything, Jimin finally manages to take a shaky deep breath.
"I think I'm sick", he pants out, trying not to dry heaving at least once more as his stomach still swirling uncomfortably.
The younger's hands tremble against Yoongi's forearms. His eyes were glassy and bloodshot, tears pooling on the corner of his lashes. It breaks Yoongi's heart.
" You were fine earlier", he mutters quietly as he gently pries Jimin away from him for just an instant to get a hand towel ready for the younger to wipe his face.
After taking several minutes cleaning Jimin's mouth, he slides his hand back on Jimin's waist to steady himself on him. Jimin's head is hung low. Eyes downcast. The look on his face tells nothing other than how terrible he's currently feeling. It makes something inside Yoongi tighten uncomfortably as he rubs the younger's back soothingly , "I dont know hyung. I just suddenly feel so nauseous. Maybe it's just my motion sickness acting up?"
A soft sigh leaves Yoongi's lips.
"Okay, do you want to stay here or on the couch?"
Jimin huffed, his hand still hasn't left his stomach, "Couch .. I'm tired"
"Okay, then couch it is", Yoongi agrees as he guides Jimin towards the sofa.
As soon as they settled, Yoongi scoots back to be next to Jimin. He's got his arm around Jimin's chest, holding his middle while rubbing his palm over the small of his back. Jimin leans his head against the older's shoulder and his eyelids start to fall heavy. His breathing evened out before Yoongi realized it.
It hasn't even been 30 minutes, when Jimin suddenly groans, squirming under Yoongi's embrace before he scrambles and runs again to the bathroom. Yoongi could immediately hear him gagging emptily over the toilet. His heart drops, worry settling in the pit of his stomach. Yoongi gets up and runs after the younger, settling himself beside him as he runs his hand to give gentle squeezes on Jimin's nape.
" Hyung ..", Jimin whimpers when his stomach stops clenching for a moment, " .. it hurts, help me"
"Shh.. Calm down baby.. its alright", Yoongi coos, his voice sounding strained because he can feel how worried he is at this moment. He had never seen Jimin this sick and this gave him a scare, enough for adrenaline to rush in his blood and making his heart erratic.
Jimin shakes his head, “Nooo.. hyung.. nothing's coming up and it hurts so much, i just want to get over it", he cries. Yoongi's heart beat faster.
“I know, baby.. shhhh… do you want to take a sip of sprite? i think it can help"
Jimin looks up at him hesitantly and nods, "You sure?" he asks desperately. He could feel nausea looming behind his throat, but he knows he will only dry heaving and he has no energy left for it anymore.
Yoongi nods, "Yeah, i think so"
He mumbled a small okay as he leaned back hovering over the toilet, opening his mouth for a trickle of bile and saliva dropping from his lips.
It didn't take long for Yoongi to came back on his side, hands him a bottle of sprite. He leaned back, dropping his body on Yoongi's chest as he takes a few gulps. He drank half of it, before his stomach rumbling aggressively. Jimin squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation, a whimper escaping his lips when he felt his stomach hitched. He tightens his grip on Yoongi's hands, propped himself back to the bowl.
"Dont holds yourself back, Min-ah", Yoongi murmurs softly, brushing Jimin hair away from his forehead.
Jimin swallowed hard, taking another deep breath. " No .. it's just-", he huffs, "It makes me more nauseous, but i still can't bring anything up"
"I know. Do you want me to rub your stomach?", Yoongi mutters, gaining a nod from the younger, "Please"
Yoongi slides his palm under the younger shirt that already dampens with cold sweats, placing it on his stomach and start rubbing circles, giving it pressure on certain places.
Jimin groans at the pressure, he opened his mouth as nausea become overwhelming, clouding all his sense.
His face turns pale, a pained sound leaving his mouth as his body starts trembling. His breaths are short and shaky, and every time he tries to inhale deeply, he feels like retching.
Then it happens.
Before he knows, his body shoots forward, along with his throat constrict as his mouth sprayed the water he just takes, loudly splashing to the toilet. He gasps before another wave followed right after.
His body convulses as everything in his stomach begging to come out. He coughs a few times, choking as the liquid becomes more thicker, indicating that his lunch or even dinner yesterday also makes its way up with each heave.
"Hyung ..", he croaked out in between heaves, he's sure Yoongi's sleeves already crumpled under his grip.
Yoongi hushed the younger, running one hand through his hair. The other kept rubbing circles on Jimin's back as the younger continued gagging and coughing.
"Ssshh, you're doing great, Minie", Yoongi mutters, continuing to rub circles on Jimin's back, hoping to calm the younger a bit.
Once Jimin was finished throwing up, he took a few gulps of air and leaned his head heavily onto Yoongi's shoulder.
Yoongi held his hand tightly on Jimin's body, "Are you done?", he asked.
Jimin nodded weakly, his eyes already slipping closed. Exhaustion seeping on his bone.
"Alright, let's go lay down in bed, okay?"
Jimin gave a small hum in response, too tired to mutter a proper word, letting Yoongi guide him to the bedroom.
They laid down on the bed, Jimin curled up on Yoongi's chest, his head resting on the elder's shoulder.
Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin, pulling him close.
"Hyung .. thank you", Jimin says, his voice thick and hoarse, it merely comes out as a whisper as he could feel himself slipping into slumber. Yoongi smiles, pressing a kiss to Jimin's cheek as a reply, " Don't scare me like that again"
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Hiya!! Caroline Forbes for the character game, if you would be so inclined.
I am so so sorry I'm so late to this ask, but I'm hoping better late than never :) [like seriously I’m answering this a month late I am sooooo sorry!!]
First impression
My first impression of Caroline was during that scene at the grill, when she was drunk and like "I try so hard and nobody goes for me, nobody wants me, everything is a competition and I try so hard and NEVER win" to bonnie, and honestly calling myself out here, but I hated her in that moment simply bc I could see wayyyyy too much of myself in her, and I felt sort of vulnerable seeing such a blatant reflection of my deepest insecurities just sitting there in front of my eyes, but at that moment I wasnt looking to self reflect or read into it too deeply [I was there for mindless cheap entertainment] so my first basic impression I believe was to absolutely scoff at her, and I was like, I already dont like this chick, but also I was expecting her to be sort of a watered down regina george character, bc that's how they introduced her in terms of how she behaves w elena, she was supposed to be the shallow passive aggressive vapid bitch who's friendship is performative at best and toxic at worst, the way she treats Bonnie as a convenient sound board and replaceable company did not go unnoticed by me, these parts I can say I did not relate to, however I saw them for what they are, which is the makings of a headbitch mean girl who's imminent “untimely” death will not be mourned so much as alluded to constantly as a warning call and/or a cautionary tale for all the nameless dangers that are lurking in their godforsaken town, basically I expected her to die as a plot-pusher and then her death + the aftermath would've served as a convenient point of mild conflict between stelena to you know add to the "forbideness" of their relationship, so at this point all my first impressions were exactly what the writer's intended and honestly I was just waiting for her to die since it was clearly just a matter of time before that happened, but at the same time, I might not have been completely aware of this during that period of time, but the grill scene struck a chord with me and stayed with me quietly for a very long time, months later after reading several ffs and metas I can pinpoint that I was basically stuck between finding solidarity w Caroline in having the same insecurities as the character, and hating the fact that I had those insecurities at all to begin w and how vividly they were shown to me through Caroline without any restraint or cushioning.
So yeah you could say her character itself left me both vulnerable and seen at the same time so it was an odd mix of finding comfort and empathizing with this fictional character, but predominantly I was feeling.....agitated and hiding away from the truth that she represented to me; these two opposing feelings conflicted with one another constantly leaving me in a place where I mostly did not know if I liked her at all and if I didnt like her was it because she was written to be a mildly irritating side character [that I couldnt be bothered to emotionally invest in] or just because I saw too much of myself, especially the parts of me I dont particularly care for, in her to ever like her.
So yeah on one side I could say I wasnt deeply bothered [in a good or a bad way] by her, and only in passing acknowledged her to be the plot-convenient side character she was in the very beginning, but on the other hand, I somehow latently knew that it was so much more than that, and I am so so glad it was in fact the latter of the two that was true.
Impression now
Listen my impression of her now, cannot be encapsulated into a well thought out explanation of why I think so and so of her and how it affects me, but I think personally right now if you ask me what I think of Caroline, I would say I see her and I think,
Oh I....know you, I see you everyday when I think about the kind of growth I want to have, I see myself in your past and while you may have grown I havent, but I can see it’s possible, however fictional and non-existent you are, if it’s possible for you, it’s possible for me.
[Also I just wanna add here, that in no way am I, at this moment, referring to canon!caroline directly but I am strictly thinking of the Caroline I have built in my head and the growth I projected onto her when I saw her transition from vapid blonde shallow bitchy human [and here’s the thing she wasnt vapid or shallow even in her human days but the insecurities still made her feel that way] to confident, painfully real, optimistic, loyal and so overflowingly full of love-vampire who has forgiven her past self but also loves her past self because no one thought she was worth that but Caroline Forbes thinks 16 year old Human Caroline Forbes deserves just as much love as Vampire Caroline Forbes and if no one else is brave enough, real enough to give that to her she will give it to her herself, Which to me is beautiful and resonates so deeply with me and that is exactly what I would say is my current impression of her; A girl so full of love and light, even her own shadow self cannot escape it.]
Favorite moment
Every moment she beats up a guy is my favourite moment and every time she insults Klaus with a smile on her face is also my favourite moment.
Idea for a story
Ok so I’ve had this idea brewing in my head for a while and I’m really excited to make it into an extensive multichap work when I do get the time, but you know how in Legacies [gag] there’s this episode where in an alternative universe where Hope doesnt exist at all, Caroline and Klaus are the cutest Enemies of the State couple to ever exist and they both are basically fucking shit up to the point where the humans wanna end the supernatural world as they know it, in legacies the reason behind the supernatural uprising was something unnecessarily sordid and stupid but I am basically thinking of something else but will lead to the same alternate universe we see in legacies, the basic premise rn is that Klaus and Caroline are the Supreme leaders of the supernatural community and are leading them against the humans in this war that has broken out all over the world in a bid to end the supernatural world altogether, and I kind of have it outlined to take them from However Long it Takes my Last Love to let’s discuss our next strategy to over throw all opposing world governments on this table and then proceed to fuck on it.
So yeah I kinda wanna say stay tuned for that, but I wont cuz seriously I have no faith in myself lmao.
Unpopular opinion
As much as I love to criticize other characters [mostly Elena] for being hypocritical twats regarding Caroline’s choices, Caroline herself is a hypocrite multiple times through out canon, but I myself find that I am ok with that, since I never expected her to be perfect and her hypocrisy only makes her more real in my eyes since every time she is a hypocrite she is called out on it and made to face her own double standard.
Favorite relationship
I wanna say Klaus, like seriously I really really do, but for me personally the relationship my Vampire!Caroline has with her past human self will always be the most beautiful enriching and hope giving thing.
That and also her relationship with her mom and how it finds this transformation from a place where they constantly hurt each other and are estranged from each other to a place where they try so hard to understand and love each other and finding the other to be an unmovable pillar in their life that strengthens and holds them up also resonates with me deeply.
Favorite headcanon
This one
#anon asks#I am soooo sorry for getting so late to this anon#But I'm hoping the fact that I quite frankly cracked myself open and raw in some of these parts makes up for it :))))
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I didnt know you had POTS! I'm a fairly recent follower. I have POTS too. In your last post you also mentioned EDS and CAH. I know EDS (i seem not to have it for now, tho i'm hypermobile too) but i dont think i've heard of CAH. What does it stand for? And, if you're comfortable answering, you qlso mentioned that having those three meant pain lasts for a long time. Why? Or, which one (or which combination) causes that? I've been watching myself for EDS for a while and i'd like to know if there's any other signs to look for.
CAH is Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia, which is an intersex condition that my doctors told my mom I probably have at birth, that she chose to not pursue further testing or treatment except to try estrogen therapy which SUPER DID NOT WORK when other symptoms popped up further down the line. CAH is not normally found in female-bodied people with EDS so this is just one reason why we're having a hard time figuring out if I have one or the other- there are genetic overlaps within both dx's that can cause these symptoms without actually causing the condition, and covid kind of interrupted my seeking answers as an adult. I haven't been back to the doctor for non-emergency reasons since the pandemic began.
TLDR I probably either have one or the other but it's still unknown which. My money's on CAH just because of the circumstances at birth and the fact that certain sex characteristics of mine have never fit the definition of "female", again confirmed during an emergency room visit where we discovered one of my ovaries is Probably Not An Ovary, which can happen in any intersex condition and since I was supposedly flagged for one the second I came out of my mother...
As for why:
POTS can and does cause complications with pain, especially nerve pain. A growing pile of evidence suggests POTS itself is an autoimmune condition which means that any inflammatory trigger, be it stress from internal or external sources, or just because your body feels like it that day, will worsen your symptoms and also with worsening symptoms comes worsened stress and so it becomes a cycle that feeds itself. I see this most often with my monthly cycle, in which I am in severe pain and distress, trapped in a vomit-faint-diarrhea cycle for several hours with no escape.
EDS of course can cause fairly severe chronic pain, but is also worsened by the presence of pain and stress. Once again this means you can be caught in a self-feeding cycle of severe pain that simply crescendos without relief and that pain medication doesn't touch. Then you add that it's very common to see EDS with POTS...
CAH is not common (no intersex condition is) but is the most common of all intersex conditions affecting otherwise female-bodied people except perhaps PCOS, which varies on whether it "counts" as intersex based on the severity of the symptoms. Seen in less than 10% of POTS patients (which btw is still a huge number compared to the fact that intersex people make up less than 3% of the population of the entire world) but can cause hypermobility, syncope, arrhythmias, high and low blood pressure, hypoglycemia, and more (hmmmmmm sounds a lot like POTS and EDS symptoms)- one of the major tells of CAH is a severe intolerance to stress which can lead to a lifethreatening situation as the body completely destroys itself from the inside. This means that CAH patients need more painkillers, more aggressive treatment, and more monitoring to ensure that their bodies do not just up and quit the second they're in too much pain. Their bodies cannot release enough of the hormones that allow them to deal with even mild forms of pain, so that means that pain is acutely felt and also that it does not go away or become ignorable for quite some time. Which also slows and severely complicates the healing process as the body tries other means to protect itself from further injury.
Humans heal... poorly... when under severe stress or when feeling severe pain. A lot of people have disparaged the use of painkillers, especially opiates, by saying that you just need to toughen up. This is dangerous advice, because many syndromes that require a higher dose of pain medication or more aggressive pain management will literally result in that person's injury or illness becoming way more severe than it needs to be. Even people who do not have these types of syndromes are shown to have slower healing times and worse end results if pain is not managed appropriately. Pain causes stress, and stress interferes with the entire rest of the body because the body wants to fix the source of the stress before anything else. Stress also activates your fight-or-flight response (which is why it's SO BAD for the three dx's above) which also means that your body is not given a chance to truly rest, which is honestly the only time your body has to actually heal rather than focus on keeping you alive and awake.
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The Rights Of A Nindroid
Chapter Nineteen
(Prevoius Chapter Here)
This AU is basically a collab with @ablackswansweet at this point-
Zane huffs out a weak breath, and it’s clear that he’s tiring from the way they’re hurting him. “I am equal to any human. This will not be changing any time soon.” Despite his obvious exhaustion, he still manages to sound strong and determined.
Shifting awkwardly, Cryptor glances over at Kyle. Apparently he’s been behaving well enough for them to take the chains off, but he still has no idea why the brat brought him to one of Zane’s training sessions.
Kyle seems surprised by the defiance, even a little amused. "I'm… Actually really surprised you'd say that now, after all the trouble you went through last time. Guess it's still not sinking in…”
Then he looks at Cryptor. “General?" He prompts.
Cryptor blinks. “What?”
He’s… actually not sure what Kyle wants from him, but he’s got a sinking feeling that says it’s not going to be good.
Kyle frowns, looking annoyed. "What do you mean, 'what'? I thought it was obvious. Aren't you supposed to be a very high-quality AI?"
Cryptor grinds his teeth. “I am a high-quality AI. You didn’t exactly expl-“ He stops before finishing the rude remark. “I, uh. I didn’t quite understand you… Master.”
The title feels like fire on his tongue, but he forces it out, hating how often he’s had to use it recently. These fuckers aren’t his ‘Masters’- he’s his own person and doesn’t belong to anyone.
… if only the law agreed with him.
Shaking his head, Kyle sighs. "Can't believe I'll have to spell it out for you. You used to be more fun than that- Anyways, Original here is acting up. Again. So what you are going to do, like a good assistant, is punish it. Understood, now?"
Kyle’s slightly passive aggressive smile is unnerving, but it’s the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.
He wants Cryptor to be the one to hurt Zane? He wants him to hurt his friend?
“I… I can’t… Kyl-“ He once again cuts himself off as he fumbles for words. “Master, I- I can’t do that. I can’t- no.” He comes to his conclusion. “No, I won’t.”
Kyle’s expression darkens some, a clear threat in his tone as he speaks. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Are you defying a direct order from your Master, nindroid?"
Opening his mouth to speak, Cryptor finds himself being cut off.
“If you are going to hurt me, do it yourself!” Zane snaps, a sharp edge to his tone as he seems to have regained some of his bearings. “Don’t bring him into this!”
With a scowl, Kyle looks over at Zane. "Shut up, scrap metal. Another peep from you or it and it's the sensory room.” He then turns his attention back to Cryptor.
“Now, General, last chance. Punish it now, or I'll take away the thing you're so desperate to protect that you'd give up your precious dignity." The threat in his tone is unmistakable, but all Cryptor can see is the fear on Zane’s face that he’s struggling to hide by pretending to be angry- though some of the anger is likely real.
Cryptor can’t think. He doesn’t know what to do here. He has to obey, he has to, but…
“I… that’s not…” He finds himself stumbling with his words just as much as he is in his mind. But after a few moments, he manages to come to a conclusion.
“I won’t hurt him.”
Kyle pulls out a remote, pushing some buttons. Only a few moments later, guards arrive, and he turns and addresses them. "Take Original to the sensory room. If it tries to break free, you're welcome to retain it. Painfully, if need be."
The guards begin to obey, and Kyle mouths something to Zane that Cryptor can’t quite make out.
Still, the white ninja struggles. “Wh-“ He’s cut off as he’s roughly unchained and manhandled. “Hey! Stop it, I- let go of me!”
Panic begins to settle inside him. The sensory room? They had only taken Cryptor there once, and only for a few hours, but it had been living hell. He can’t let them do that to Zane!
Still, he can’t do anything more than watch as they begin to drag Zane away. He once again finds himself fumbling for words. “Wa- wait, no, I- I didn’t-“ He turns to look at Kyle, still feeling fear flooding through him. “Hold on!”
Kyle only shrugs. "I warned you. Really hoped you'd be smart enough to listen."
Zane continues shouting as he’s forcibly pulled out of the room, the anger mixed with fear.
The fear makes way for shock. And shock makes way for anger. “I- you-“ He feels the rage burning deep inside of him as he glares at Kyle “That. Is. It.”
No words can describe how good it feels when his fist collides with the damn brat’s face.
Kyle stumbles back, hand coming up to clutch at his bloody nose. The red stains make Cryptor feel satisfied, but the moment is ruined when Kyle starts… laughing.
He just got punched in the face, and he’s laughing. Laughing maniacally, laughing like the insane jackass he is.
Rage still boils inside of him, and it only burns brighter at that, at the way he’s being mocked. “Shut up! Stop-“ He stops bothering with words as he tries to grab Kyle, to hold him down and pummel the shit out of him-
But the damn guards are back, and he’s being restrained, being held in place in front of the most infuriating person that Cryptor has ever met. “Let go of me!” He snarls. “ I’m not fucking finished with him!”
Kyle is still laughing, laughing like a fucking psychopathic sadist. "HAH! Guess you really didn't like him after all-" Once the words are out, he’s right back to cackling.
It suddenly registers in his head. What he had done. The reasoning for why he hadn’t done it sooner. What’s going to happen now that he did.
His words are only a soft whisper as he speaks, unable to speak louder due to the horror inside of him. “No- no, no, no, no- I…” He looks back at Kyle, who has finally caught his breath.
“W- wait, I-“
The smile he gets is cold-blooded and straight up murderous. "You. Shut your mouth. Now.” He orders. He then pauses a moment before continuing. “I was being way too nice to you, apparently. Gave you ideas.” He shrugs. “Won't happen again.” Then he looks over at the guards.
“Guys, tie it up and bring me… you-know-what."
Cryptor could swear that his power source had shut off for a moment.
He opens his mouth to speak, but then shuts it fast enough that there’s an audible click. Kyle had told him to stop talking, and he’s not going to risk pissing him off more.
Feeling himself begin to tremble, Cryptor fights back the feeling of helplessness that builds inside of him. He doesn’t bother continuing to struggle.
It’s not worth it.
Kyle chuckles lowly. "Not very impressive now, General, huh? You won't stand up to a guy with a bloody nose?" His tone is mocking, and Cryptor grits his teeth. He looks down and squeezes his eyes shut tight, unable to look at the blond.
"You're so pathetic it makes me want to puke.” Kyle scoffs before addressing the guards. “Take it back to its locker so it can wait until we find him."
“Don’t-“ Cryptor cuts himself off as they begin to drag him away. He was ordered not to speak. And he has the implied order to not resist, so…
He’s roughly shoved back into the locker- not that he would’ve tried to avoid going in- and the door is slammed shut in front of him.
Hopelessness.
That’s the only word that could even begin to describe what he’s feeling.
If he were human, tears would be pooling in his eyes. As it is, he can only just stop himself from beginning to sob without tears, doing the nindroid, non-human equivalent.
Because he’s not human. And he never will be.
“I… fuck.” He mumbles the words to himself as he desperately tries to avoid breaking down completely.
He hears a weak, tired laugh escape him of its own accord as he closes his eyes, able to feel his strength draining from him.
“I really am pathetic…”
He’s not sure how much time has passed by the time they bring Zane back, but it’s been at least six hours- a long time for the sensory room.
I DI
DONT
Cryptor cuts off whatever the hell he was going to say. He honestly couldn’t care less about what the white ninja has to say to him.
Nothing he could say would make a difference.
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Cryptor doesn’t resist when he’s taken out of his locker. He doesn’t resist as he’s taken down the halls. He doesn’t resist when he’s chained down.
He doesn’t resist at all.
He doesn’t dare.
Kyle is in the room, but Cryptor doesn’t risk doing anything more than looking down, silently pleading for mercy that he knows won’t be coming as the blond walks up to him. "I'm giving you permission to talk again. Don't make me regret that too."
He’s suddenly glad that he hadn’t tried to say anything. Keeping his head down, Cryptor forces out a set of apologetic words. “I won’t, Master. I’m- I’m sorry.”
There’s an annoyed sigh. "You're not sorry you misbehaved. You're sorry you have to live with the consequences.” Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the blond shaking his head. “Anyways, I'm hoping you understand why we brought you here."
Every gear and mechanism is suddenly locked as he struggles to keep ahold of himself. He looks up for a moment, and tries to find some way to defend his past actions for a moment… but only a moment.. “I- I di… yes, Master.” He looks down again.“I understand.”
"Good. At least that's out of the way." Kyle starts to walk around him, circling him like a predator around its prey. "Explain this to me, however. You were so, so desperate to make sure Sentry wouldn't get hurt a while ago. So what the fuck-“ Kyle gestures at his bloody nose “-was that?"
Shaking, Cryptor answers truthfully, his words quiet and, unfortunately, almost pitiful.
“I… I was angry. I wanted to protect Zane, and I was upset that I failed.” Cryptor cringes as he forces himself to continue. “I shouldn’t have done that, Master. It- it won’t happen again.”
Kyle sounds slightly confused, but also kind of mocking, which balances it out pretty well. "You're not really what I'd call a hero, General. What made you think you could be one now?"
Feeling his head snap up, Cryptor answers without hesitation. “I’m not a hero. I never wanted to be. I…” his voice goes quiet again as he continues. “I made a friend. And I just… I wanted to be happy. I wanted- I wanted to feel okay again.” Rage once again washes over him as he continues, this time shouting. “I just wanted some sense of normal in this place!”
Then he freezes. Everything is tense. Oh, he should not have done that, he should not have shouted-
The blond sighs. "Well, so much for that." He takes something out of one of his pockets at just the right angle to prevent Cryptor from seeing what it is.
Dread settles inside of him, but he tries to hide it, tries to pretend that maybe he still has some dignity.
“Wh- what’s that?”
And apparently he doesn’t, because he sounds downright terrified when he speaks.
Kyle’s smile is once again one of the most terrifying things that Cryptor has ever seen. "I have a better question. Which piece of a nindroid's faceplate is harmless enough to remove while still causing a good amount of pain?"
Cryptor feels his eyes widen, staring in mute horror for a few moments before he manages to breath out a few quiet words.
“You- you didn’t.”
The eye piece, the scope. Technically made to be a laser beam, but it has sensors in it- really sensitive ones, too.
The smile grows. "Judging by the look on your face, I'd say that you've got it. That's right, it's the scope!" The part is basically shoved in his face, and Cryptor flinches backwards.
Horror sets in every single wire and circuit he has as he stares at it. “I- you- he’s not…”
The implications… no. No, he didn’t… he couldn’t have… Sentry can’t be… he can’t…
Cryptor manages to look up, to look Kyle in the eyes, to look at his Master. “He’s not- you didn’t…”
The blond is still smiling as he shrugs. "He's as alive as a machine can be… For now. And I want you to fully understand that even if this is just a scope, we have the power to harvest much more delicate pieces, like, let's say…” He pauses dramatically, posing like he’s thinking.
Then he drops the act, and the smile is now a smirk. “A power source."
Cryptor doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak. He can barely even breathe. He at least had the reassurance that he’s not dead yet, but…
Kyle either doesn’t know or doesn’t care about his mental plight. "The other important thing that I want you to remember before you get ideas again is that you are completely responsible for Sentry's and Original's well-beings. If you misbehave or talk back like you did before…” He shrugs. “Well, you saw what happens. "
With a weak nod, Cryptor agrees. “I… I understand.” Dropping his gaze back down to the floor, he continues, confining his statement. “I’ll behave, Master.”
He hesitates for a minute as he comes up with an idea. Not an idea of how to defy, but… an idea of how to obey. How to give him what he wants. What he demands from him.
“I know that I am lesser, and I… I’ll act like it from now on.”
The words taste disgusting in his mouth, but he speaks them anyway, knowing that that’s what Kyle would want to hear.
"Awesome.” Kyle smiles. “I'll have someone bring you back to your locker."
His next words are mumbled so softly that Cryptor can barely make them out.
“I almost feel bad for it, if only Original hadn't acted out first… This is its fault, really."
Cryptor feels everything in him tense. That- he- it’s not Zane’s fault, it…
But isn’t it?
Anger, frustration, and fear are all building up inside of him as he lets himself be taken back to his locker.
ARE YO
Cryptor doesn’t wait for him to finish.
FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE TAKE A HINT AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH
Thankfully, Zane doesn’t answer, and Cryptor takes the opportunity to activate his sleep mode.
But annoyance is suddenly added to the growing list of emotions as he realizes that he’s too worked up to go to sleep.
Grinding his teeth, Cryptor snaps at Zane again, feeling the upset whirlwind of feelings inside of him making him almost sick.
THIS IS YOUR FAULT
There’s a long pause before Zane answers, and for a moment, Cryptor feels even more annoyed as he wonders if he had gone to sleep.
I KNOW
He… what? He just- okay, good, he knows that it’s his fault. At least he’s not trying to deny that he got them into this. If he would just behave and do what he’s told, none of this would be-
ILL TALK TO YOU TOMORROW CRY
Rage is still burning inside of him as he answers the white ninja.
I WONT RESPOND
I DONT EXPECT YOU TO
Wh- what does that mean? What kind of mind games is he playing here? Is he trying to trick Cryptor into forgiving him?
It takes hours before he can fall asleep.
And even then… all he has are nightmares.
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Kyle walks down the hall, not bothering to glance at the lockers as he goes by. Really, this was almost too easy. 3D printing a copy of the scope and using sensory manipulation to make it more realistic? Is that really all it takes?
Smiling to himself, Kyle heads off to Borg Tower.
He has an internship to get to.
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