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leossmoonn · 7 months

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dilf | mike schmidt

summary - mike as a dad

warnings / includes - reader is fem. otherwise fluff :D (also there’s so much background and plot like sorry not sorry lol I really like to ramble)

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if there’s another fnaf movie… mike needs to be a dad. i know that’s not the plot at all and wouldn’t make sense, but i think the box office would benefit from that!

mike is already kind of a dad. he’s been raising abby for a few years now. he wouldn’t consider himself any type of caregiver because well, he thinks he’s quite terrible. and the term ‘brother’ is so much less daunting than ‘dad’. so when you two found out you were pregnant, he felt more fear than excitement. it wasn’t a surprise really. you two hadn’t been using condoms as regularly, but he was more stunned that now he was going to be a father and he was terrified.

regardless of how he felt, he supported you in every way possible during pregnancy. he was literally perfect. dude did the bare minimum and more! every day he would ask what you wanted to eat each day, no matter how weird the cravings were, and he would try his best to honor them. he gave you massages, went on walks with you, talked to the baby, went on doctor appointments with you — he even scheduled extra ones when you weren’t feeling well because he was so scared of you or the baby dying or something.

and after the whole freddy’s pizzeria fiasco — glad you weren’t pregnant during that lmao — he was able to get a job as a sales associate and become a manager with the help of him taking some online college courses. (you definitely helped with convincing him he was good enough to go back). abby was making new friends at her school and even helping you out when you were pregnant: making desserts for you, giving you advice on baby clothes, already making plans with the baby to play house or dress up. things were looking up.

until you give birth.

now, as we mentioned, mikey poo was a little nervous when he found out you were pregnant. and things went so well with your pregnancy, he kind of forgot to think about what it was actually going to be like when the baby was here. he was about to shit his pants fr while you were giving birth. but then they put the baby in your arms and everything just came together for him. cliché to say, i know, but it’s real!!!! and god, when he finally got to hold his baby, he was wrapped around her little finger. (i’d like to think he’s a girl dad — we already kind of see that with abby). she has mike’s big brown eyes and your cute nose. she looks exactly like a mix between the two of you.

for the first few months, mike was more focused on you than the baby. don’t get me wrong! he’s great father, but he just had that mindset that everyone wanted to take care of the baby: your parents, vanessa, even abby, but nobody was taking care of you. (doesn’t that just make your ovaries scream??) so he made it his mission to help you out with everything he could, on top of the baby, which he absolutely didn’t mind. lowk, mike is a house wife.

in the night, you two would trade shifts for the baby. there were times where he knew you were so tired from breastfeeding and just taking care of the baby during the day in general — he had to work full time still to be able to provide for you guys — that he would take full night shifts and let you sleep. it was basically like working at freddy’s so….

when you started going back to work, mike would make sure the laundry was done, house was always clean, each meal was made, abby got to one place or another. of course, he spent as much time taking care of the baby as he did with other things, but you were just under so much stress and he felt as though the best thing he could do for you was take most of the mental load. soon you became accustomed with being a mom and soon your workloads were basically evenly split.

okay enough of the background.

mike loves playing with the baby. sooo crazy, right? lol. he loves doing tummy time with her, playing peek-a-boo, talking in funny voices. he also loved picking out outfits for her, even though he actually has no sense of fashion and you quickly banned him from buying anything in the store. i think his favorite thing to do with his baby girl is making her laugh. ugh! baby laughs are so cute in general, and it just made his whole world. unlike everyone in the world, besides you and sometimes abby, no one really liked mike. well, no one gave him a chance and to be fair, he didn’t really let them. it wasn’t until he met you where we felt complete and whole and happy and not afraid of risks. and it wasn’t until the baby where he felt a true sense of purpose and he was happy with how his life turned out.

his absolute favorite sight in the world is seeing you, abby, and the baby play. the house has never been filled with as much joy as it is when y’all are playing. everyone’s giggling, teasing each other, fawning over the baby. its literally like the perfect family he never got to have :,).

he also absolutely adores you as a mom. he thinks you are the best mom ever. and of course he should think that anyways, but he believes it with his whole being. being a first time mom, you were nervous of course. but in the first month, all you did was berate yourself for not being a good mom and not knowing your baby’s needs, but with mike’s reassurance and time, you gained more and more confidence.

when the baby starts going to daycare, mike is actually terrified. he starts to look for jobs he can do at home because he’s so scared that what happened with garrett is going to happen to his baby. but with multiple background checks, questions, lowk spying, he tries to trust the daycare center you two choose.

random note before i stop talking. mike is a sleepy guy and so is the baby. the two often nap together with the baby on top of his stomach. AH. looks so cute. sometimes his hand is on her head or back, or her little fingers are wrapped around his thumb. you have countless of pictures of them in this one situation. i’d like to think mike doesn’t really sleep when the baby is on his stomach because he’s afraid she’s gonna fall or he will roll over, but he stays as calm and quiet as he can so she can rest.

#this is so long #I have so much more to say #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf #fnaf x reader

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rain-day-today · 17 days

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One thing that really rots my brain is the idea of the guild during the og baby fairytail members time and the domesticity of it. Cause like no way was gramps letting a bunch of super powered ( and incredibly destructive) 7-14year olds out of his sight.

Just imagine:

Little Natsu and emo teen Laxus having breakfast while very quietly whispering about their respective hoards collections of cat theme things ( I KNOW LAXUS IS A SECRET CAT LOVER I JUST KNOW IT)

Tiny Gray having an emo phase. Mira (a punk 14 year old) helping him out (after teasing him of course). The two spending many hours and lots of jewel to find and look through dozens of fashion magazines. Eventually falling asleep sprawled on the floor in a nest of semi-laminated paper.

Tween Lissana and levy giggling over the kissy scenes in books and Erza overhearing them. Spitting out her cake into Laxus’s face which makes them burst out into full on cackling.

Little Cana teaching natsu to make card pyramids for 3 hours and when he finally gets it, Elfman knocks it over. Every one thinks Natsu is going to punch someone, but he doesn’t, instead he starts full on bawling. Nobody knows what to do. Little Natsu cannot be comforted. Levy shuts him up by shoving candy into his mouth while cana really quickly rebuilds the pyramid.

Erza and Mira having a dance off on some of the tables ( mira breaks 3 of them in half with her stomping, Erza somehow stabs one). This is how everyone finds out to never take either of them to parties cause they dance like the deaf baby of giraffes and a buffalo.

Gray and climbing a tree to the very top and forgetting that he doesn’t know how to get down? He stays there till the next morning and seethes for the next week cause LISSANA had to carry him down.

Natsu following Gray around like a lost puppy his first week cause “he’s friend sized” and what else was he supposed to do? He knows nothing! Dudes not even from this time period. At least if he follows loud stripper he knows he wont get run over by a car. Gray not noticing or caring that he is being followed cause little guy has his own problems to deal with and “as long as he doesn’t take my food or breath on me.”

Cana having a plague doctor mask that elfman bought for her 13th birthday. She wears it to scare the shit out of everyone at the sleepovers.

Weekly “sleepovers” in the guildhall because it’s easier to do gramps weekly count of them when they are all lined up in their my little pony sleeping bags (yes this includes laxus and mira)

When Romeo is born they have a guild wide contest on whose name he says first (the answer is his own cause the little dude is a true fairytail wizard)

Levy managing to give everyone a heart attack after casually admitting that she hasn’t slept or ate anything but crackers and coffee cause she was trying to teach herself the equivalent of ancient greek.

Laxus and gray not knowing how to hold a baby (romeo)

Natsu “teething” on Erza. Everyone stares in shock cause there’s just Erza sitting there stone faced in full armor while Natsu chops down on her arm like he has rabies. ( he still bites her even when they’re older if he’s really stressed)

Everyone having a default crush on laxus or Mira

The guild kids try to make homemade shaved ice with grays ice and end up covering the entire town with really weird ice sculptures

Mira scaring the shit out of kids with her demon souls during Halloween

Someone stealing Mira or Natsu’s food and ending up with a burn on their tounge followed by natsu trying to “kiss it better”

Levy dozing off on the rafters and falling down onto poor elfman

Spin the bottle but instead of kissing you fight (grays idea)

Laxus has a spray bottle filled with water mixed with really bad smelling cologne that he uses to spray people when they’re bad, like cats.

No one in the guild knew how to swim until they turned 16 Lissana still can’t swim.

Its really really common to see elfman or gray duck-taped to the wall (its levy who does it)

Dont fall asleep around teen Mira she will draw titties on your face. (Where do you think natsu got it from?)

They all took a living 101 class when lissana was 13. It failed miserably. Laxus ended up being the grandfather to 6 rats and 3 hamsters

Laxus takes Lissana and Elfman out for brunch once a month because it pisses mira off to no end.

Levy, Lissana, and Laxus accidentally forming an L name club and plan their “meetings” within earshot of Mira and Erza to make them jealous.

“We should get cookies!”-levy

“And ice cream!”- lissana

“(Super smug face) im craving strawberry cake.”-laxus

*sounds of Erza bursting into flames of jealousy*

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ystrike1 · 7 months

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Ore no Sub o Abaku na - By Zarame Same (7.5/10)

Wholesome weird biology-based Dom/Sub yaoi? This isn't A/B/O, but the two genres are cousins. We get an unexpectedly wholesome, devoted, curious and needy yandere in this one. It's soft and happy.

Haruki is a successful host. He's hiding his gender. He's a Sub. He makes a ton of money flirting with Sub women, who feel uncomfortable expressing themselves out in everyday life. Subs often get taken advantage of. Doms sometimes get treated like monsters, because they're stronger and scarier than everyday people.

Haruki is uncomfortable with his Sub identity. Nobody knows. Not even his boss, which is really bad. If she don't indulge in D/S play in this setting...you get sick...but Haruki doesn't want to put his future at risk.

He can't trust anyone.

Most people look down on subs, and he's currently lying about being a Dom in a Dom Play club.

His doctor knows most of his story. She thinks he's pretty dumb, but she gives him meds so he can stay safe at work.

His doctor tells him to play at least once, or he'll start fainting.

Haruki uses a dating app. Another lonely guy, who is a real Dom, shows up. Suguri is a strong Dom. Lots of women have asked him to be their partner. Not because they like him as a person, but because he can easily satisfy their needs. Suguri is hurt by this. He's tired of being a Dom instead of a man, so he's been using hook up apps for his needs.

Haruki and Suguri mesh well...because Haruki is pissy and defiant. He's untrusting and not used to playtime, which means Suguri actually has to work for him to be satisfied.

It's fun for both of them.

Suguri kinda...is inspired by Haruki? This is clearly stalking, but he has other reasons. He's not totally obsessed with Haruki....maybe? He admires Haruki and his dirty night life as a fake Dom.

He also totally, definitely hunted Haruki down.

Let me explain.

Suguri is the perfect Dom. He had a government job. Sub women begging him for his hand in marriage, but he wasn't emotionally fulfilled. He had a ton of fun with Haruki.....so he threw his whole life away???? He quit his government job???? He plans to work seriously as a host??? At Haruki's club???

He also asks Haruki to be his partner, but they go slow.

Suguri starts to get jealous though. He's embarrassed by it. He's supposed to be the mature one. He hates how immature he is when it comes to Haruki.

Haruki is also...of course...scared of commitment. He's in the host industry. He lies every day. He's a top earner too. Getting a boyfriend wasn't the plan.

Haruki uses a Safe Word during a play session. A Safe Word is a Subs last line of defense. It prevents the Dom from getting pleasure from whatever is going on, and it lets the Dom know their Sub isn't turned on in the slightest. It's embarrassing. It usually means the Sub wants to break up. Haruki was just nervous about commitment, but Suguri freaks out.

He really wants his relationship with Haruki to work. Haruki really is his first love. The rest were just Subs that wanted his expert play skills...

Tomoe is a scummy Dom and hosts who figures out Haruki's big lie. Suguri proves he's serious boyfriend material when he chases Tomoe away. It's a very simple solution, but the couple is happy.

Haruki and Sugiru move in together AFTER they start to trust each other for real.

#Ore no Sub o Abaku na #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #yaoi

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artistsfuneral · 1 year

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The Witcher Scrubs AU 🏥

I know I said this AU is stupidly big and now you may see why, bc this is just me talking about the first few main characters not even the storyline, so: p.2 will be linked here

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Jaskier, Priscilla and Valdo are all the new interns, aka JD, Turk and Elliot, but the three of them have all known each other from college and actually applied for KMH (Kaer Morhen Hospital) at the same time in hopes of staying together. All three of them are very close-knit friends, but Priscilla is more of a Mom friend for the group while Jaskier and Valdo have this weird thing going on where their rivalry comes with some heavy sexual tension, meaning during college they've been the on-and-off couple that everyone knew about and surprisingly they're still friends (thanks to Priscilla and their rivalry) but for now they give off heavy “divorced couple” vibes, kind of like Perry and Jordan, but not aaaaas season one toxic. Given is, Valdo will judge and comment on every single thing Jaskier does (especially later when he has a crush on Geralt) and Jaskier will walk around drawing devil horns on every imagine somebody has of Valdo (figuratively and literally).

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In the beginning Priscilla would be more of a background-ish supportive character, like I said the Mom friend, who keeps their friend group together, helps Jaskier and Valdo whenever they're troubled, is one of the very few people that isn't immediately scared of Geralt and is usually very level headed (thanks to dealing with her two best friends all the time), even in stressful situations. She will have to go through the usual workplace harassment, being a female doctor and all, for example by patients calling her nurse and wanting a “real” doctor or others telling her she should work less so she can find someone to marry and have kids with.

And although Priscilla usually manages to deal with all of this incredibly professionally, she sometimes gets fed up and just says the darndest, mot scariest things ever. (“Dr. Marx' shift doesn't start until 2pm today and I just can't seem to find any of the male nurses. If you should refuse treatment I can, of course, stand here and wait until someone comes to help us out, but I'm afraid you'll experience cardiac arrest much sooner. Don't worry though, our mortician is male.”) Later on she will have to deal with watching Jaskier and Valdo getting better and better at their job while she starts to struggle in the ICU. As it turns out she's amazing in the ER though. And at the end of the “show” she'd definitely be one of the head doctors in the ER (if that's a thing).

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Valdo, much like Jaskier, is one of those rich kids. His grandparents were doctors, his parents were doctors, he is a doctor. He doesn't really have a say in that, but unlike Jaskier, he doesn't mind it that much. He's very easily persuaded by wealth and fame, but he's actually a pretty decent guy underneath his “Daddy's favorite child” persona. He's really smart and has a great eye for figuring out what's wrong with people. But he's very squeamish when it comes to bodily fluids that aren't blood. (It's Geralt's favorite way of punishing him, after he's been an ass.) He will often come off as snobbish, but he honestly just doesn't notice that not everyone grew up with a personal chef. He immediately will know that he said something weird when Priscilla gives him a certain look that he often describes as blank disbelieve. (-_-') Valdo is- Well he's pretty obsessed with Jaskier to be honest. The thing is, Jaskier was his first true love and now he's kinda stuck gatekeeping Jaskier. He doesn't do it intentionally, he's not that much of an ass, it's just kind of part of his perfectionism. Along the lines of “I am perfect at everything I do, but I wasn't good enough to make Jaskier happy, so nobody is good enough for him.” Like I said though, it's very much unintentional and Jaskier has no idea what is going on, but Priscilla watches from afar, shaking her head in disbelieve. (The good thing about Valdo's gatekeeping is, that it has actually protected Jaskier from many stupid mistakes.) This obviously creates a lot of conflict between Jaskier and Valdo (even though they don't fully understand why) and it keeps happening again and again until one day, still at the beginning of Geralt and Jaskier's relationship, when Geralt gets (rightfully) fed up with Valdo's constant bickering. (They're planning on going on a date and when Jaskier asks when/where they're going Geralt will snap at him saying “I don't know, why don't we ask Marx for permission first?!” - “What?” And then Geralt will fall into an angry rant that opens Jaskier's eyes, who then goes to Priscilla who confirms it all and then he will sit down with Valdo and they'll have a long, heart-wrenching talk about it.)

Valdo being somewhat unable to connect with his patients and colleagues on a social level is ironically a really good thing, because while he's definitely not unfriendly, he doesn't take everything to heart. Unlike Jaskier is a lot better at dealing with the fact that they can't always save everyone.

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Now Jaskier is obviously our main character, our JD.

As I already said, like Valdo he's one of the rich kids, but he has a way better understanding of the world than Valdo. He's also the oldest sibling and the only boy, meaning he has three younger sisters who he adores. Him becoming a doctor was entirely his parents idea and decision and since becoming a musician was not “acceptable” he kind of went with it, grateful that his parents paid for everything during his college years. In the beginning it really shows that he's not as passionate about this job as some of the others. He's incredibly smart and has absolutely no problem with studying and remembering everything (lucky him) but he's lacking enthusiasm (which is why Geralt initially can't stand him). His first couple of weeks at KMH are very tiring to him. Not because he's messing up a lot of things or isn't brave enough to take action, but because to him it's a very depressing and unfulfilling job and Geralt (and a few other people) seem to be constantly judging and downgrading him. He even thinks of quitting his job altogether, but Priscilla and Valdo stop him. It's only after a particular case where he helps to save the life of a patient he really connected with that he starts to understand how important this job actually is and how much it means. After that he also starts to understand Geralt and his serious attitude a lot better.

He always will have a bit of a problem seeing himself as a doctor, because he initially didn't want to be, but every day he wakes up and tries his best. He's really good at connecting with people, like JD he actually cares for them a lot and will meet many people that'll change his life. He struggles a lot when he isn't able to help someone and sometimes falls a bit too easily into his old “does this even matter?” way of thinking. It gets better with time though, and his friends and his sisters tend to get him out of that particular headspace rather easily. Especially Abby, his youngest. She's 12, like Ciri, a ray of sunshine and plays a big role in his life and kind of idolizes Jaskier a lot. She's rather independent and will visit Jaskier at the hospital or at home whenever she feels like it.

Unlike JD and Perry, Jaskier doesn't really have that much of a mentor, trainee relationship with Geralt, although Jaskier certainly has the same need to prove himself to Geralt. But Jaskier also thinks Geralt is incredibly sexy in his white coat and without it and when he's helping people and when he's arguing with Lambert and when he's berating Jaskier and when- Yeah- Jaskier very quickly develops a huge crush for Geralt after he went through his “do I really want to be a doctor” phase. Doesn't really help that Geralt treats him a bit more kinder after he noticed Jaskier found his will to help others and now sometimes even smiles when Jaskier is in the same room at him!

(and I really want to post this now so I can go watch Haikyuu before bed, so I will add the rest later lol)

#the witcher #artistsfuneral about the witcher #geraskier #witcher scrubs au #jaskier #jaskier the bard #priscilla #valdo marx

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effydiaries · 11 days

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Girlhood

She was full of rage. Everything made her angry. Everything made her cry. She was always so full of emotions that nobody knew how to deal with her. She felt unworthy, weird and left behind. She felt like too much. She was too much for everyone. They'd tell her “We don't know how to deal with you” so she'd go home and cry and make more lines on her arms. She never felt normal. She was either full of emotion or completely empty and numb. The numbness and emptiness usually came with the pills she took at night, when her brain couldn't afford to think straight anymore. Her past haunted her. The man who took her up the stairs, promising to show her some music, got into her pants instead. She never wanted that, she was only 12. That day was the day she cut her first line, a punishment for something she at the time thought was her fault. She hated being a girl, maybe if she looked more like a boy this wouldn't happen ever again. So she cut her hair short and she hid her chest. She only wore baggy clothes and long sleeves. She hated herself, she hated looking in the mirror, she only showered with her eyes closed, she couldn't stand to see her own body. She used to be such a happy child, so talkative, so full of life, but as she grew up she became more quiet, more shy, more reserved, more serious. She couldn't stand her own femininity, it scared her.

One day she decided she wanted to change. She wanted to take back her power, bring back her girlhood, she let her hair grow and she dyed it pink. She was bringing her femininity back. She still hated her body but she was slowly starting to like her face, her hair and her voice. She could now kiss men or even date them. She met a boy who made her feel like a girl again. A true human girl. She started experimenting with her style and hair. She started experimenting with makeup. She went back to her creative habits, she started singing again, drawing, writing. Still, something was wrong.

She still had nightmares about that night, she still had uncontrollable emotions, severe mood swings and rage filled fights with her mom. She felt disconnected most of the time. She either felt everything or nothing at all. She was taken to the doctor. She had been seeing them for years now but they could never find what was really wrong with her. Until that one afternoon. Her mom took her to a private hospital. “Borderline Personality Disorder”. That name scared her. She didn't know how to feel about it. At last she had an explanation, but now she also knew it wasn't just a phase. She would live with it for the rest of her life.

That girl is now learning how to let herself feel. She has realized that deep emotions can be a beautiful thing. She now knows she is full of love to give. And she will give it, she will spread her love around and be kind to others even if others were not kind to her. She has now grown up, she's not so angry anymore, she learned to forgive and forget.

#creative writing #vent #vent post #wiritng #writers on tumblr #writer #poet #writeblr #words #spilled words

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felixstudios · 5 months

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Infodump about Felix

Appearance rambles:

Even though he's covered in enby pride flags, Felix as a character isn't enby. I'm just projecting my pride onto his design since he's one of my main fursonas + he looks amazing in it

The pride flag on his backpack comes from a content pack someone named Trick made for me a long time ago. I asked for the texture to be changed and said surprise me, and that's what I got. I've kept it as his canon design since.

That also inspired me to add more enby flags to his design, which were added in with content packs {except the one on his shorts}.

The shirt and shorts are the ones they are 80% because I literally didn't know what else to wear and 20% because I actually thought it looked cool. Actually, that's... a lot of his outfit.

I got the shoes during ToonFest 2023 when all the previous codes became public. They look terrible on him and do not fit his color palette or aesthetic. I love them <3

He used to be a tall Toon, but I wanted to look closer in appearance to someone else's Toon so I changed him to a medium height Toon. He also used to be completely orange, but I gave him coral legs because I thought it was something I was obligated to do for being high laff because I saw all the high laff Toons with different colored legs. Past me, sweetie, those were elitists... but it's okay because now I love the coral legs and don't think they're an abomination!

Basically, he's very much thrown together from outside influences and I wouldn't change it for anything now because it became his "brand"

OC lore rambles:

So once upon a time a Toon named Ghostly Felix glitched so bad that his immersion in the world was completely broken and he realized he was in a video game. This was exciting at first and he hacked in max everything, cheated to be invisible so he could hilariously kill bosses with just bike horns or something, ETC.

But after a few years he got bored and basically started pondering his existence. So he created a Toon named Felix so he could be invisible and watch him complete the game so he'd have something to do. When just Felix was boring, he made Cap'n Felix, Doctor Felix, Mr. Felix, Judge Felix, Midnight Felix, Spooky Felix, Frozen Felix, Lucky Felix, Fairy Felix, Prince Felix... you get the idea.

Well, on the day Felix reached 140 laff he found Ghostly Felix by a weird glitch. At first Felix thought he was a new Felixverse addition, but realized that Ghostly Felix already had 140 laff and was acting really scared for some reason. Finally, Ghostly Felix spilled the beans about the fact it was a game and how he created the Felixverse

Felix was horrified to find out he was right, and he instantly got pretty bummed out and asked what the point of his existence is.

Eventually, this was his answer: "To have fun. You don't need to spend so long thinking about it or making it complicated- it really is that simple."

Other rambles:

His name is Felix because when I first played TTR, I tried to name him Shaun because that was my name at the time. It was instantly denied, so naive me thought "too many Toons must have that name already" and picked a random pick-a-name. I didn't expect to really get attached to my Toon or particularly care about him, which is also why he's such an obnoxious orange instead of literally any color I actually liked at the time. Well, orange is now my second favorite color because of him and I wouldn't change his appearance for the world.

He's not based off of a TTO Toon. I only remember one Toon I made in TTO, which was a red rabbit named Raboon {"rabbit" + "toon"}. I've already remade Raboon in TTR on a different Toon slot, but I didn't want to be a rabbit in TTR when I was first starting, I wanted to be a cat! So that's why I made a new Toon.

Originally when my Felixverse lore was much more resembling a kid's cartoon {yes the entire old lore that I told literally nobody was retconned lol}, he had a love interest Toon named Felixia. She was an orange cat who, like older cartoons, was basically supposed to be a copy/paste of him except feminine and cutesy. I do not have any Toons named Felixia in any of my TTR or TTCC accounts, but when I used to play Toontown Offline I did make her an unreasonably overpowered SOS Toon who would use marbles that did 200 damage.

Felix's name is actually pronounced in German, meaning that it's pronounced kinda like fae-lix rather than how most people pronounce it to me, which is fee-lix.

Speaking of his name, if it wasn't evident enough already, he was Felix before I was Felix. He basically became my identity online over time.

#ttr #toontown #toontown rewritten #toontown oc

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mesillusionssousecstasy · 1 year

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THE IDOL 1x03: Quotes

“- You see that young lady over there? (Tedros) - Yeah (Assistant). - Got anything in the store as beautiful as she is?” (Tedros)

“- It’s good champagne, what is this? (Tedros) - Uh, it’s a Valentino exclusive. (Assistant)”

“- Where are you? Wait, are you at the house? (Leia) - Of course, I’m at the fucking house. You say, “911″, I come to the house, Leia. (Chaim) - Yo, I told you. This bitch is fuckin’ brain-dead. (Destiny) - Chaim, I’m really scared. This guy, Tedros, has just, like... taken over the fucking house. (Leia) - Gun. Gun. (Chaim) - Oh. (Destiny) - What does that mean, “He’s taken over the house”, Leia?” (Chaim)

“- They’re both gastrointestinal doctors, so. (Andrés) - My friend’s a gynecologist. You don’t see me stickin’ my finger in everybody, do you? (Tedros) - There’s nothing okay about what this creep just fuckin’ did. (Tedros) - It’s been a real pleasure working with you. I wish you, like, all the best. (Jocelyn) - That translates to “get the fuck outta here”, Andrés.” (Tedros)

“- Chaim, are you trying to kill me? (Finkelstein) - Not today. No, why? (Chaim) - Do you want my children to grow up without a father? Is that what this is? (Finkelstein) - Fink, why, why would I wish that on anybody? (Chaim) - Well, then let’s cancel the tour. ((Finkelstein) - The tour’s gonna make millions of dollars. What happened? (Chaim) - Millions of doll... Right now, she’s making me have IBS. I’m fuckin’ shitting more blood than a kid at Epstein’s island. (Finkelstein) - Turn up the car radio very loud. Really Loud. (Chaim) - Okay, Okay. (Destiny) - Fink, I’m sorry it’s hard to hear. We’re at the studio. (Chaim) - Whoa, whoa, whoa.” (Finkelstein)

“- How the fuck did you get here? (Chaim) - Oh, I’m, I’m from here. (Tedros) - You’re from LA? (Chaim) - Right. (Tedros) - Which part? (Chaim) - Uh, Hollywood. (Tedros) - You grew up in Hollywood? (Destiny) - Yeah. (Tedros) - Wow. Me too. (Destiny) - No shit. (Tedros) - Yes. Born and raised. (Destiny) (...) - Why are you tryin’ to, like, make him feel bad about getting kicked out of school?” (Jocelyn) (...) - Three songs in two weeks. Yeah? Hits. (Chaim) - Not songs, hits. (Tedros) - Hits. Undeniable. (Chaim) - Undeniable. (Tedros) - Nothing less. (Chaim) - Nothing less. (Tedros) (...) - No, no, no. She has to know the truth. You gotta know what the stakes are. (Chaim) - Okay, but you don’t have to freak her out like that. (Destiny) - Yeah, no. (Chaim) - It’s too much pressure. (Destiny) - Join the freak-out club, okay? I’m freaked out, she’s freaked out. If you had any sense, you would be fuckin’ freaked out because it’s do or die, all right? (Chaim) - It is. He’s not lying. (Destiny) - No fucking room to fail here. I mean, use it as motivation, but... that’s what’s happening. Well, then what the fuck you wasting time talking to me? Get to work. Three massive hits. I’ll deal with Nikki. Just try not to end my fuckin’ career, okay? (Chaim) - I will do my very best. (Jocelyn) - I think our girl’s in trouble. (Chaim) - My grandmother said you never trust a dude with a rat tail.” (Destiny)

“- I feel like the more you let people in, the more reason they have not to...want you anymore... you know? (Jocelyn) - Yeah. (Chloé) - But I’ve never really sung about anything, like, truthful. (Jocelyn) - Yeah. (Chloé) - Or anything that, like, really means anything to me. (Jocelyn) - Hm. Maybe just a lyric every once in a while. Like a secret. Nobody has to know. (Chloé) - Yeah, you’re right. Nobody has to know. (Jocelyn) - Was it really hard when she... when she died? (Chloé) - She was really sick for a long time, and... I was holding her hand when she... closed her eyes. (Jocelyn) - I’m sorry. (Chloé) - But I feel like she’s still here. It’s weird. It’s like she’s still in this house, like she’s in all the walls, and... all the windows... and all the mirrors. I just can feel her like she’s still...watching me.” (Jocelyn)

“- Look, Xander, I brought you up here to tell you that creative direction fuckin’ sucks with Jocelyn. (Tedros) - I don’t disagree. (Xander) - You don’t disagree? You’re the fuckin’ creative director. (Tedros) - I know. (Xander) - What is it with this fuckin’ industry? Everybody hats what they fuckin’ do. (Tedros) - Welcome to the music business, yeah. (Xander) - How do you put out something you hate? (Tedros) - I’m fuckin’ forced to. (Xander) - What do you mean “forced to”? (Tedros) - I could have... the greatest fucking idea in the world, and often, I fucking do. And at the end of the day, it’s whatever the fucking laver and Jocelyn wants. (Xander) - What do you think about “I’m a Freak”? (Tedros) - The song? (Xander) - Yeah. (Tedros) - Fine? It’s fucking middle of the road, not enough of a re-invention, fucking... manufactured bad girl. (Xander) - Hm. (Tedros) - When was the last truly fucking nasty, nasty, bad pop girl? (Xander) - All right, let’s say you had carte blanche, right? What would you do? (Tedros) - I would take that photo with the fucking cum on her face... and I’d make it her album cover. I fuckin’ would. (Xander) - Wow, that’s a great idea. You’re fuckin’ smart. You wanna do some coke? (Tedros) - No. All the coke in LA has fentanyl in it. (Xander) - Not mine.” (Tedros)

“- If Tedros heard you say that, you’d be in huge trouble. (Izaak) - Yeah, you trippin’. (Jocelyn) - Yeah, you’re not allowed to say no. (Chloé) - You’re not allowed to say no? (Jocelyn) - Yeah. (Izaak) - Why? (Jocelyn) - Because by saying no, you’re denying yourself an experience. (Izaak) - Yeah, but not all experiences are good. (Jocelyn) - Debatable. That’s a really simple way of looking at things, Joss. (Izaak) - What do you mean? (Jocelyn) - Some of the most terrible experiences in life... can be the most valuable, like artistically. (Chloé) - I don’t know. I guess, like, to a degree. (Jocelyn) - Mm... Okay, Robert Plant had a son who died when he was five years old, and he wrote “All My Love” after that, and it’s one of the most beautiful songs ever written. (Chloé) - Yeah, but I think if Robert Plant had a say in it, he would’ve chosen his son’s life. (Jocelyn) - And that’d be a pretty big loss for the world. (Izaak) - You really believe that? (Jocelyn) - Yes. (Izaak) - That’s really fucked up. That’s, like, actually fucked up. (Jocelyn) - How often do people come up to you and tell you that your music saved their lives? (Izaak) - A lot. (Jocelyn) - A lot. And do you believe them when they say it? (Izaak) - Yes... I do. (Jocelyn) - Okay. Now imagine if you were Robert Plant. Or imagine if you had lost someone that you loved and you’d written one of the greatest love songs of all time. Then what? (Izaak) - So, you think that by losing his son, he was able to write something that saved a lot of people’s lives. (Jocelyn) - Yes. (Izaak) - And because of that, you’ll say yes to anything anyone asks you to do? (Jocelyn) - Yes. (Izaak) - Literally, anything? (Jocelyn) - Anything. (Izaak) - Interesting. Izaak, get up and kiss Ramsey. (Jocelyn) - See? (Ramsey) - Would you have done that if Leia was in the room? (Jocelyn) - Yes, that wouldn’t change anything, Jocelyn. (Izaak) - Even if it really hurt her feelings? (Jocelyn) - Yes. (Izaak) - Feelings can shift. What you make and what you put out into the world, that’s the shit that lasts forever. Not Leia’s fuckin’ feelings. (Head) - Would you kiss me? (Jocelyn) - Would I kiss you. Uh, that’s not a good idea. (Izaak) - Yeah. Why? (Jocelyn) - You know Tedros would fuckin’ kill me.” (Izaak)

“- And Tedros... thank you for teaching me how to have fun again. (Jocelyn) - To finding your family. (Tedros) (...) - If you lovely label is so fucking obsessed with making you a bad girl... (Tedros) - We should take the photo with the cum on your face.... (Xander) - Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. (Jocelyn) - ... and we should, um, make it your album cover. They’ve all definitely seen the photo, actually. (Xander) - Yeah, okay, but it’s different if you, like, embrace it. (Leia) - So, what? It’s only okay if the internet, like, uses it against me? (Jocelyn) - Preach. - No. The internet is on your side. (Leia) - No. Literally, every outlet. (Jocelyn) - But... They all wrote beautiful pieces defending you and your right to grow up and have a sex life. (Leia) - There is no difference between the people making fun of me and the people supporting me. They’re all capitalizing off of it, and they’re just driving more people to look it up. (Jocelyn) - That’s exactly why you should make it your album cover. (Xander) - I mean...we could make the caption like, “New music coming soon.” I feel like that had its moment. I’m not sure I want... (Jocelyn) - Who gives a fuck? (Tedros) - Because it’s actually humiliating and, like, makes me feel really bad about myself. (Jocelyn) - Why? (Tedros) - Because, like, it just, I wanna be... It just sucks. It actually sucks. It does. (Jocelyn) - No, what were you, what were you about to say just now? (Tedros) - I was gonna say, you know, I... wanna be taken seriously. (Jocelyn) - Why? (Tedros) - Because I do. (Jocelyn) - But why? (Tedros) - Because I wanna have a career that lasts, and is meaningful, and isn’t like a fucking joke. (Jocelyn) - And you will, Joss. You will. Trust me. (Leia) - No, not if she doesn’t take risks. (Tedros) - I mean, that’s easy to say if you’re not the one taking the risks. (Xander) - Yeah, but, Joss, this is, like, the right risk at the right time. (Leia) - You’ve got great people... (Xander) - There’s no such thing, as “the right risk at the right time”. If it’s risky, it’s risky for a reason. (Tedros) - No, but if it’s the right risk then you, like, basically, know how it’s gonna play out. (Jocelyn) - No, that’s the exact opposite of a risk. That’s playing it safe. That’s what everyone else does. Is that what you do? (Tedros) - Why are you talking to me like I’m, like, new to the music industry? I’m not. You are. (Jocelyn) - True. (Leia) - Don’t be rude. (Tedros) - I’m not being rude. It’s just, like, I’ve been doing this for over a decade, so... (Jocelyn) - And you’re stuck. (Tedros) - Yeah, I’m stuck. I’m stuck at the moment. (Jocelyn) - At the moment? What was the last song you wrote, Jocelyn? (Tedros) - “Daybreak”. (Jocelyn) - “Daybreak” on your second album. Okay, what was that, like a year ago? Year and a half? (Tedros) - I mean, I don’t think that’s, like, a big deal. Like, I think it’s gotta be the right song. (Jocelyn) - You mean the right risk. (Tedros) - Yeah, I mean the right risk. (Jocelyn) - And what I’m saying is, I think, maybe that’s why you can’t write a song. Yeah, ‘cause she’s fucking overthinking everything. (Tedros) - Exactly. (Xander) - You of all people should know it’s a bit more fucking complicated than that. (Jocelyn) - I mean... it is and it isn’t. I think that what Tedros is saying makes a lot of sense. I think you care... way too fucking much about what people think. (Xander) - I think if I didn’t care what people thought, I wouldn’t have a career. (Jocelyn) - I think if you care too much, you won’t have a career. (Tedros) - How can you complain about making superficial music all the time, about not being able to write anything honest, when all you think about is what people are gonna fucking say? You make superficial music because you think about superficial things. (Tedros) - I’m sorry. I don’t think it’s superficial to wanna make music that connects with people. (Jocelyn) - Why don’t you just be yourself, Jocelyn? (Tedros) - Because there’s nothing about me that’s relatable. (Jocelyn) - You sure about that? (Tedros) - Okay, what do you think is relatable about me? (Jocelyn) - I don’t know. All the dark shit you’ve been through in your life. (Tedros) - I think the dark shit I’ve been through is pretty fucking unique, too. (Jocelyn) - Yeah, I would agree. Her Mom was like a... rare breed. (Xander) - How so? (Tedros) - Um... I don’t really feel like talking about it in front of everyone. (Jocelyn) - Too late. (Tedros) - Tedros... please... not now. (Jocelyn) - Jocelyn, I don’t keep secrets from anyone at this table. (Tedros) - Well, that’s, that’s your prerogative. (Jocelyn) - I’m not gonna let you keep secrets either. (Tedros) - I think that’s a little easier to say when you don’t actually know the details. (Jocelyn) - Baby... There’s nothing that you’re gonna reveal to me right now that’s gonna make me love you any less. I think I speak for everyone at the table when I say that. You’re safe here... I promise. (Tedros) - She did a lot of things. A lot of things. Um, her... her favorite was probably... hitting me with a hairbrush. (Jocelyn) - Hitting you where? (Tedros) - My but, my... thighs, my stomach, my back. Like, just anywhere people wouldn’t notice. (Jocelyn) - Why’d she do that? (Tedros) - To focus. She did it as, like, a form of, uh, motivation, I guess. Kinda like a dog. She’d do it to help me remember my lines, to remember dance moves, to finish songs. She’d do it to keep me from falling asleep... to help me wake up on time. She’d do it is she caught me.. smoking, or drinking, or, flirting with someone she didn’t approve of. She’d do it if I overate, if I didn’t exercise, or... if she ever caught me,... smiling to myself. (Jocelyn) - How long did this go on for? (Tedros) - Until the chemo made her so weak she couldn’t lift up a hairbrush anymore. (Jocelyn) - You didn’t fight back? (Tedros) - No. (Jocelyn) - Why not? (Tedros) - Because there’s just some battles you’re never gonna win. (Jocelyn) - That’s so sad. (Chloé) - And no one said anything? (Tedros) - Nope. (Jocelyn) - What about you? (Tedros) - I don’t know what we could’ve done. (Xander) - You sure about that? (Tedros) - I did the best that I could at the time. (Xander) - Really? (Tedros) - Yeah. (Xander) - How hard did she hit you, Jocelyn? (Tedros) - Hard enough to break skin. (Jocelyn) - Jesus Christ. And you felt like Xander was there for you? (Tedros) - In a lot of ways, yeah. (Jocelyn) - So, I’m guessing no one said anything because you’re getting paid? (Tedros) - Okay, that fucking wasn’t it. (Xander) - No? (Tedros) - No. (Xander) - What do you think? (Tedros) - I think it was just such a horrible, fucked-up situation that no one really knew what the right thing to do was. (Jocelyn) - Is there a part of you that wonders if the reason you’re stuck is because you’re mother’s not around? (Tedros) - Yeah, absolutely. (Jocelyn) - So, you... you miss it? (Tedros) - Getting hit? (Jocelyn) - The motivation it gave you. (Tedros) - Sometimes. (Jocelyn) - It you loved the music you were making... would you have felt like it was worth it? (Tedros) - Yeah. (Jocelyn) - Hey... all that trauma... you’re gonna turn into inspiration. You’re gonna tap into it. You’re gonna feel it. You’re gonna face it. You’re gonna remember it. And you’re gonna let it wash all over. You still got that hairbrush? (Tedros) - Yeah. (Jocelyn) - Go get it. (Tedros) - Okay. (Jocelyn) (...) - This is really gonna hurt. But if you push through the pain, it’ll be beautiful. (Tedros) (...) - Thank you for taking care of me. (Jocelyn)

#the idol #the idol 1x03 #the idol quotes #the idol 1x03 quotes #jocelyn x tedros #jocelyn #trauma #fucked up #tedros #hbo #hbo the idol #the idol hbo

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kfans-writerblog · 1 year

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Help her save her

JJ walks in with a new case file in her hands everyone gather around the meeting tabel

Ok this from L.A California

From last 2 weeks 3 dead body found

All found in the woods hikers see the dead body then called the cops

"Wheels up in 10 " aaron hotchner said and got everyone to get packed up to fly to L.A

In the jet *

Morgan asks " hey baby girl anyone found anything weird or stood out in the crime scene ? "

Garcia " hey sugar ofcourse I found something in common in every crime scene all 3 crime scene found a demon symbol draw from blood . Garcia out ! "

Now in LA police office

Reid and Emily put the photos and maps

Reid says "guys I found something! So every location is near each other making it a square shape most likely our unsub has a terrible trauma looking for a new home what they all have in common is they all have black hair and this location looks like to be some photography studio near 187 CASTELLAMMARE "

"Hey guys I got a letter for you guys it said signed by the demon killer " a police said

Emily said " hotch you ok you look so pale "

Hotch replies " the studio... that's the studio y/n gose to to take classes we need to get there now !"

He runs and drives to the place "Morgan Emily come with me others stay here to get a profile "

5mins later

He runs into the studio " FBI HANDS IN THE AIR NO ONE MOVE "

but then there was nobody there

"Clear " they said but Morgan heard some shuffling he whispers "guys in here "

Morgan kicked the door open and he saw you getting hold in hostage by a guy

You said crying "aaron it's him he did it "

Hotch replies " your going to be ok . Let go of her and drop the weapon !"

"What do you want from me I don't even know you"

You try to defend your self and punch the guy in the chest but then he stabbed you in the back

"Y/N! NO ! "

He hugged you and whisper "no no stay with me don't sleep Emily call the ambulance!!!"

" got it ! . Ambulance are on there way now !"

The ambulance showed up and they took you to the hospital and aaron joined you in the same truck while they drive he held your hand

"Y/n jack needs you your a good step mom a good friend we need you to take care of us "

You look at him " promise me you will always be our hero can you promise me that? "

He nods

And you guys arrived to the hospital quickly went to the operation room aaron was worried waiting outside

Time passes by quickly after 5 hours of operation the doctor came out to speak with the family "may I speak with y/ns family "

Aaron said " here I'm her husband is she going to be ok ?"

"Good news is she will be ok but she is in a coma right now might take her a few weeks to be awake bad news is she cannot use her lower body anymore loss too much blood and so the muscles on her lower back will not work anymore "

He sigh "ok thanks doctor "

4 months later you woke up and you got scared because your legs can't movie

You call doctor and nurses and they contacted aaron and they say you are good to go home

" OH honey I'm scared my legs can't move " you got depressed and cry

" I'm sorry it's my fault I should've shot the guys arm now you can't even sigh walk"

"Aaron it wasn't your fault I am sad but I don't want you to blame yourself for what someone did .he was the one who stabbed my back not you " You brushed his hair back

He kneels down "sweetie listen to me you will be ok I got something that will cheer you up look inside the blanket "

You look into the blanket

" aww it's a cute doggie baby thank you I love it "

Aaron said "Honey don't worry about anything I got her trained already 😌"

You hug him " aaron ."

He replies "yes ?"

"Have I told you how much I love you before ?"

He kisses your cheek " no but I felt it I felt your love through your actions no matter how many days and nights I don't come home from work you will always take care of Jack for me and times I travel for work you don't spam me with messages because you know I'm busy and you understand my job and not everyone can do that you are my hero if i didn't have you I would be crazy and I will not be Jack's hero I love you "

#criminal minds #show #aaron hotchner #thomas gibson #Spotify

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I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I've come to the realization that the basis for many of my problems is that I don't fundamentally believe that I'm a human being. I've been trying to change my mindset by reminding myself, "I'm a person, too. I'm allowed to do human things."

The way I was raised, the way I was treated- I wasn't allowed to have boundaries. I wasn't allowed to ask questions. If I had weird interests, they were shut down. The fact that I was bullied seemed to be more of an embarrassment to my family than anything else; I heard a lot of "Why can't you just be normal?"

My parents taught me to lie, to tell other family members that I was fine, that home was fine, school was fine; speaking out of line got me into huge amounts of trouble. A doctor diagnosed me with depression at 13. I told someone I was close-ish with in another class, because I was so lonely. I remember how angry my mother looked when I told her that I talked to someone about it.

Every time I tried to stand up for myself, or share an opinion, I was shut down with severity. This pattern started with my parents and teachers, then friends, partners...I don't think I attracted that treatment through the Secret or whatever, I think people saw how I behaved and capitalized on it. I was a quiet pushover with no strong sense of identity, so naturally, people who wanted to exploit that got closer to me.

I'm starting to try and really convince myself that it wasn't my fault. For years, when I thought of this, I thought, "If so many people had issues with me, it had to be my fault. I just need to keep trying." And by "keep trying," I mean, I'd repress myself more, destroy more of myself, become a blank slate.

I'm scared to answer questions like "What sort of music do you listen to?" without knowing the other person first. Even something as innocent as that has lead to anger and mockery. In high school, I had an abusive friendship with someone who got so angry that I said I liked Taylor Swift that she hit me. She'd do that kind of thing a lot. I could only like her music, her shows, her stuff. When I told my last therapist that, she didn't believe me. She looked incredulous, and kept asking me questions to prove the situation had happened. I know how bizarre it sounds! I was hurt in such weird ways, for such weird reasons!

I have bladder problems because I was too scared to use the bathroom for years. Why? In middle school, I was bullied for being "born a man." I'm not amab, but for some reason, the kids in my class decided I had masculine features, and would harass me for it constantly. It got to a point where I was convinced they had to be right. I asked my parents to look at my birth certificate, I looked at my features for hours, I felt like I was going crazy. Going to the bathroom was a nightmare. They'd laugh at me and make comments, even pull my skirt. I had trouble even going at home, because leaving my room often meant walking into fights between my parents.

So many weird bad things happened to me, and I remember them all, and nobody believes me. I have a good relationship with my mother now, despite everything, and that seems to disqualify me from being traumatized. I married someone who's a genuinely good partner, so that means I must be fine.

Fine? I'm fine? I don't see myself as a human being!! I struggle to answer basic questions about myself! I was raised to lie and pretend I'm whatever the other person wants me to be, I can't form genuine relationships. The fact that I have a genuine marriage means I'm actually fine?! I got LUCKY! I managed to meet ONE kind person. I got so fucking lucky, and I thank heavens for H every single day, but holy fuck, I can't make friends!

I am so scared all the time. I think people know. I think they can tell that I'm less human. I think subconsciously, they see me and something in their head screams "not like us! Not like us!" and I have 27 years of proof to show it.

The horrible thing is? I love people. I want friendships. I want connections. I want to talk to people and have fun and be extroverted. I love listening to people, I love getting to know them, I have so much love in my heart, but it's wrong. I'm wrong. The way I work is wrong, my brain is wrong.

I don't even know if this is because of trauma or autism or both. I'm trying to do all this mental work myself because I can't find a therapist who gets it, but man, I just wish one of them would believe me. It hurts so much to actively seek out help and get doubted for it. Because of the way my brain works, if someone thinks something about me that isn't true, I believe it anyways, because other people's thoughts and opinions are always higher than my own; so when someone doesn't believe me, it throws my mind into a spiral. I want to believe THEM, I want to think that I'M lying, that I'M making it all up, that I must have misunderstood- it takes me a while to snap out of it and remember that my truth is TRUE, even when other people don't believe it.

I feel crazy. I feel less than human. I feel so alone. Is it better to be alone? Is it good that I'm alone? I can't get close to someone and get hurt again. I can't do it. I can't do it again.

I'm trying to do the work myself in the meantime. It's hard.

#journal #tw abuse

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areyouafraid · 7 months

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this was all going to be part of one bigger post but there's so much here that im not going to write the rest right now

i think it's easy consciously to acknowledge "there's nobody who can tell you right and wrong, you have to make those decisions yourself", but i feel like i keep finding subconsciously that i do want some sort of magical guiding figure who can tutor me in the right and wrong things to do. whenever you feel like you don't know what the "right" thing to do is, that's distressing.

one part of growing up with ASD or similar disorders is that as a kid you are taught to second-guess every single thing you do because your way of doing things and seeing the world is "wrong" and somebody else is "right" which naturally as an adult leaves you with virtually no confidence in your ability to make decisions. you always want a second opinion. and now i think looking back that combined with not really having any strong adult role models is a big reason why i ended up falling in with shitty people in my youth and inevitably being used by adults. you want to fit in and you want to be "normal" and all you know is that you are wrong and someone else is correct. you need a model for the right way to behave and you end up latching onto someone who seems they have their shit together. and that of course is where it all goes downhill. at the same time i was angry and upset at the way that i was being treated by doctors, therapists, and my own parents and ended up adopting this "trust no one" mentality so at the same time that i was being swept up with awful fucking people i was resistant to anyone on the outside trying to "change" me. it's weird but when you're an angry scared tween... i wanted to be "normal" in the sense that i wanted to survive and have the knowledge and tact not to be used because i recognized that someone was trying to fuck with me. i felt that "the system" wanted to turn me into something softer and more palatable, something easier to control, and i was scared. it places you in a really fucked up position. "everyone is out for me except you, my surely well-adjusted and well-intentioned adult friend"

#my posts

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mnovenia · 1 year

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DAY 2 in Korea

That morning I woke up early, I wanted to greet the kids, say thank you to Yui for lending me her room, and bring them to school.

It was a bright beautiful crispy cold morning, Eonnie came along with me and delivered the girls to school. Everything seems new to me, they loved holding hands and having me to their school. They showed me their bikes and where they parked, it was so nice and like a dream comes true (my daehan minguk manse world HAHAA).

We went to the apartment, Eonnie went to work, but beforehands, she prepared a padded warm coat and pretty dress for me to wear :'') We also had Yoora came that morning, we ate breakfast together (sotteok-sotteok, fruits, cheese, coffee) then we got ready to go to Eonnie's office. Oppa drove us and it was a nice journey in the car as well, he truly treated us like his own sister.

After waiting for a while, Eonnie showed us Cocoheali's office, the award, the bible verse that she kept, it was all just so impressive to me. Then we were heading to Hyundai Dept Store. It's quite trafficky, and such a hard work to get in. However, Erica Eonnie was so patient and do everything to get in in the midst of the busy-ness :''

Me and Bella walked around the Christmas decoration area, put in names in the restaurant, took pictures here and there. We ate the most delicious meal, noodle and beef, the crab banchan was INCREDIBLY nice too, and the last is the porridge. I feel like crying whenever I think about the taste. It's just so good.

Then I bought all of us coffees, then we walked around to see skin scare pop up shops that look and smell amazing. I wanted to buy that Bath Project perfume spray, but instead Eonnie bought it for me :''') plus, because she wanted to buy the sunscreen, she bought it for us all well.. huhuhu sungkan pwuol.. I just feel nobody should not treat me that well, I just don't feel I deserve it. However, Bella reminded me to accept with peace and gratitude.

Then we're heading to the aesthetic doctor when I had my nose filler done. Initially I almost bailed because I'm afraid, however Eonnie just convicted me and every situation at that time seems convincing. I wasn't afraid as well, weird.

When we arrived, they treated us well, I think Eunjung Eonnie made a special arrangement so we can get a spot. We met with the charismatic doctor, and he spoke english very well. He looked at my nose and face condition, and arranged stuffs. I was so surprised of how much he gave discount for the treatment, i think he just felt sorry for me :'''', I paid like 1/5 of the actual price.

We waited and finally it's time to get things done. I honestly didn't feel any pain at all. However the most touching moment was when the doctor said: we're praying for you and your ministry in Indonesia. I was like huhuhuuu immediately wanna cry gak sih. Thank you so much doctor, for making my nose a lot prettier and treating me very nicely, I will never forget your kindness and how heart warming you made me feel.

Afterwards, Eonnie decided not to go to work, but going home instead. So happy to finally see and meet the kids. Oppa went out to work so we all heading to have chicken for dinner. Omg love every minutes of it.

We're walking from the apartment, everything was just so impressive to me. It was so so cold, but fun because the kids didn't care, they brought along their bikes, skateboard, cute coats and just personalities as a kid. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Seoyi-sooyi just loved to show me around and following me around.

The vibe in the chicken place tho, it's just exactly like in the drama. Even better than what I imagine. Also the taste of the chicken, duh gimana ya, ENAKKKKK BANGETTTT. And for a non foodie like me, it's just so incredible, mo nangis, yg original, yg soysauce, even kentang and everything yg anak2 pesen. At that night lucu banget Seoyi menikmati banget sambil ketawa ketawa nonton running man/Yoo Jae Sook di TV, Siwon juga, and lagu2 nya persis spt in my playlist, LOVE it, and Seo yiaaa, she's just so cute. Sooyi also so nice by keep bringing water for us. Another incredible findings is: WATER is for FREE in every korean resto, how amazing one country be everyboday. Eonnie, thank you once again for giving me the best kind of experience that is more precious than what I can think of.

It wasn't end there, afterwards we went to CU supermarket, of course everything blew my mind and made my eyes open so brightly. I picked some snacks and they all just seems incredible, the beurre beer, coffee, milk, ahh it was such a fun time. We're running back to the apartment, because its way too cold. And that's the end of the day 2.

THANK YOU GOD FOR EVERYTHING

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megamangx · 2 years

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MEGAMAN GX TALES OF SPOOK 2022 DARK EDTON

it is back this hallowaeen and with 3 new blood scarying tales of darkness and horror.

BALDYS BASICS BALDY WINS LOVE

baldy was in the school whipping people for doing maths the wrong way “do maths right or i will beat you up stupid studant,” he was angry face and did not caring thay there was crying in the room “stop it the crying only makes me beat you harders” baldy said and broke one of there arms “maths is important is helps us fly the rockats”

he went out and was real mad and angry mad “why can these studants not learn i only care for there future so they can get jobs and be good society humans and not ending up on dole or homlass” he said

then a woman had come she was cute and the pricnpel had come in pointiong “this is miss lizzy she is the new english teacher, shoe her around” and he left and baldy had a crush ��i am lizzy the new english teacher and you are cute” she giggaled and bvaldy was in love

maybe it was not so mad day as he thinked and the future was a happy one.

the end.

EVERYMANS HYBRID SLENDERRAKE

evan was having a party with jeff and vinny and doctor cornhall who had all comed back to life after they had killed habit and stopped the evil and with the evil gone they wented back to making there fitness youtube show “thinking after party we could go to live garden and get some brad sticks eh” said evan and everyone agree “founds like fun lets do it i could usd some bred sticks” said vinny but in a dark temple slenderman was there he was alive and he was angry people romanticed him or turn him into joke “i will kill them and i will reminder people to not mess with me” and he eated the remains of the rake AND MERGED WITH IT GROWING LONG CLAW ARMS AND SCARY BODY WITH SUIT “I am SLENDERAKE!!!!!”

AT THE OLive garden vinny was eating some pizza with jeff and cornhall “this is great i love peperoni pizza its the shit” vinny said but then the windows smashed as slenderrake star ted killing people “YOUR GOING TO GET RAKED!” he shouted but doctor cornhall shot gunned him in face “the horror may have scared us before but now we are ready we are fighters” he shotgunned some more and even gotted his sword out witch was folded carbon katana “i am ready too i am not going to let you monsters run our lives like you did years ago” and they fighted with slenderrake but he was stong and tough “YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR SINS” Slenderrake said bnut even saw the ghost of damsel who was kill by rake years ago “you must finish this so you can live again normal” she smile and kiss even and he feeled her power

“NO THIS TIME ITS PERSONAL” said even as he and jeff combed attacks and cut slenderrake in half as he bloewed up in light energy was was sended back to the darkness “its over anyway lets get those bread sticks guys” and they all laughed and had a good night.

the end.

FAITH CHATPER 4: THE UNHOLY VATICAN

it had been one year since father john and father galrcia had killed gary and his evil satan cult but now there was not certan of a good future becuse bad air was still lurked “we need to go back to rome and report to hq” and they gotted a plane but on the plane the air hostess was being a bit weird “I WILL RIP YOUR FACE OFF FOR THE DEVIL” she groled and turned into demon and started killing the plane and people where scraming and the pilots where dead “oh no the pilots are dead john nobody is flying the fucking plane” so john taked his cross out and sent the demon air strwwardass back to helll and they rushed to the cockpit to take control “WE ARE GONNA CRASH AH!” said john but they managed to get control back and land the plane and get out

“they looked scary good thing you landed” said a police and after giving a statement they went to vatican city “it seems the cult is alive and trying to stop us reporting to the cathloic church” said gracia.

walking into the vatican they saw the pope “pope we need to report the cult of gary had tryed to summon a demon to end the world and we trhink the cult is still alive and we need more back up to stop it” john said but the popes eyes glowed “gary already mind controled us and made us love the devil now the church serves satan you have no friends you are alone prist” and they taked there crosses out but the demon pope was to stong so they had to run and escaped into the sewers and evil prists where after them “you will join us and help us bring the end of days” said the prists but garlica shot gunned at them and they got into city.

it was dark and they had a cigerette “it looks like the entire catholic church has been compromised we must fight alone now and stop the evil lets do it” garlcia said and they got ready for a new crusade.

the end.

THANK U FOR READING THIS YEARS TALES OF SPOOK HOPE YOU GOT SCARED.

#megamangx #fanfiction #faith game #baldi's basics in education and learning #slenderman #Everyman Hybrid #john ward

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badbacksadsack · 2 years

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this terrible housemate is back the kitchen using the blender early in the morning making so much noise like damn bro I'm just trying to rest and he be late at night, bringing loud fake moaning ass girls round to fuck this finance bro who is always switched on, always wants to talk when I'm washing dishes, cornering me by the sink asking who's the most famous person I've met ew, and my clothes smell like his weird giant pot of broccoli boiling throughout the week ugh, I actually can't stand the giant protein powder in the kitchen now and the constant NOISE he’s always so active with his loud self in the kitchen, bathroom, corridor, my room, my bed, my neck, on my back this other guy next door who is always taking the most creepy steps to make me feel self conscious when showering, he pulled my hair (i had definitely pulled the lions share out I'm not a monster) out of the bath drain and left it in the kitchen near the window so I could see... just an absolute creepy nuisance, a masseuse no less, like why u wanna rub people down in oil and stomp around with my hair in your fist my guy I also can't stand how much my boyfriend talks about and jumps to the defense of Ariana racism unoriginal grande a blackfish asianfish extraordinaire I'm upset for Mac miller I'm upset I ca't listen to Mac miller anymore because my abusive sister ruined it for me I'm pissed I have to roll every spliff for my boyfriend and I like I work for him I really don't like waking up at any random hour to any random scary sound above my head, those blender blades cut through my dreams I'm starting to half sleep half lie in wait like back in the trauma house it's so traumatizing to keep waking up scared I hate that I woke up to so many missed calls today it feels like I can't sleep without missing every appointment under the sun that I didn't even make I hate that its the fucking so called queens fucking funeral like anyone cares, we've been stuck unable to have any doctor's appointments, funerals or do much of anything for over a week because 1 person who has contributed to so much racism, colonialism and inequality throughout their life has finally at 96 with her private healthcare and foreign jewels has passed I hate how much public money has been spent on this public mourning when nobody gives a fuck about every black person who has died under much worse (ILLEGAL IMMORAL UNFATHOMABLE) circumstances I hate that people are wasting time queueing to see a coffin but would never show up for a worthwhile cause or protest I hate that there's anti anti-royal propaganda when there's so many people that are being looked down on for sponging off the system and barely surviving when there's millions of royals who do the same but worse, to accrue enough money to feed everyone in your country should be illegal but I'm not the one making the rules and realise that legality does not always equal justice or morality I hate that I can't just get up and just go to the bathroom anymore I took it for granted as a right but realising in this minefield house it's a luxury I hate that I got the most notes on Tumblr on a post I fucking hate scroll down if u don't remember I wish I could wake up and feel less upset and angry but I keep waking up against my will, not rested, not safe, not happy, not where I want to be. not around people who put me first, not anywhere except here feeling like shit I'm angry that my mum expects to message me out of the blue asking me to come to a family function when in reality the family is dysfunctional and it is inherently unsafe for a small queer darkskin person like me I wish I had stayed on going to the gym so I would feel safer walking out into the world I wish I got out of the trauma house sooner before this fucked up stuff started to feel normal when things are tough I am so angry at the people who have hurt me that I've let I'm angry that I can't pee when I want, I can't speak up in real life as much as I want, I wish this would all be over but the light is at the end of the tunnel by november things will be different

#sadpost #depressed #depression #tw abuse #tw #dysphoria #executive dysfunction #trauma #isolation #isolated #loneliness #low self esteem #lonely #anxiety #panic #anxious

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 2 years

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Custody War Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Tw: Mention of death, neglect, mention of the American Healthcare System, and hypothermia. Also, sidenote: Don't do what Yuu did. That might cause pain to your skin if you're hypothermic.

Ugghh! Where am I?

Yuu's vision clears up, and she sees a white ceiling.

I'm in a hospital. Wait...I'M IN A HOSPITAL!

Yuu jolts up with life, scaring the doctor and the few friends in her hospital room.

I've got to get out of here before I pay $20,000 for needed medical services! That's money I don't have!

Yuu jumps out of bed and runs out of her room. She dodges the people stopping her and dashes to the hospital door. Phillip tackles Yuu and holds her down.

"NO! NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME PAY YOUR OUTRAGEOUS PRICES FOR HEALTHCARE!" Yuu screams, struggling in Phillip's grip.

"Yuu, stop! Nobody is making you pay for healthcare! It's free!" Phillip exclaims, holding Yuu by the waist.

"Oh...that-that's great. Why am I in the hospital?" Yuu asks, calming down and going back to her room.

"Yuu, you fainted during our morning jog when your friends from NRC and Coach Vargas attempted to take you back. Your body couldn't take the physical and mental stress. The doctor said you need to rest and not put more stress on your body. Come, I'll take you to the RSA carriage, and you can sleep on the way," Phillip explains, picking up Yuu and carrying her princess style. "Neige and Thorne are already packing up the gifts people gave you in the hospital."

Yuu clings to Phillip's shoulders as he walks out into the hospital parking lot. He opens the door to the carriage and puts Yuu inside, and gets in next to her. Phillip knocks on the door, and the carriage starts to move.

"Phillip, what time is it?" Yuu asks, wondering if she slept through the whole day.

"1:30 PM. You were out for about an hour and thirty minutes. You'll be back in time for lunch," Phillip answers, letting Yuu rest on his shoulder. "Don't worry about Grim. He's still learning magic and getting fed."

"Yay..." Yuu whispers, falling asleep on Phillip's shoulder.

Yuu slept through the rest of the carriage ride, and Phillip carried her sleeping body inside. He goes to the cafeteria and places her next to Neige. Then he leaves to get food for her and him. Yuu wakes up to the sound of plates and looks at the food in front of her.

"Hi, sorry I woke you up. I got you baked chicken, rice, strawberry tarts, and a nice cold glass of lemonade," Phillip says, kissing Yuu's hand. "Eat up."

Yuu takes a fork and knife and begins to cut her chicken, only to be stopped by Phillip.

"Ah-ah. Didn't I tell you? From now on, you won't be lifting a finger. You need R&R," Phillip says, cutting Yuu's food.

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"UGGGHHH! I can't stand this Phillip fucker!" Crowley screams, using his magic to spy on Yuu.

"I know! He's so-so-so chivalrous!" Deuce yells, going back to his thug demeanor. "Why do our plans keep being foiled?!"

"Don't know! But why don't we get Malleus to transport Yuu back to Ramshackle dorm?" Crowley suggests, even though Malleus already got caught.

"Yeah, that might work. Besides, you can already see where Yuu is. We just have to tell Malleus when to teleport to Yuu," Ace says, looking at Yuu eating.

Crowley summons Malleus to his office, and the moment when Yuu goes to her bed to take a nap, he sends Malleus in. Malleus gently picks up Yuu and teleports her back to Ramshackle. Yuu stayed asleep for the rest of the day and into the night until she woke up freezing cold.

Why do the ghosts look so weird? They look less puffy and more human.

Yuu forces herself up and walks to the nearest mirror.

I look like Idia. My lips are blue!

"Hey, ghosts, what's wrong with me?" Yuu asks, looking at the concerned and sadness-struck ghosts.

"Yuu, you don't have much time left. Warm-up before it's too late," The sporty ghost says, feeling mercy for the poor girl.

Unfortunately, Yuu had been left out in the cold for too long due to Ramshackle having no heating. Now it's up to Yuu to survive or become another ghost in Ramshackle.

I've got to get out of here before I die.

Yuu runs out of Ramshackle and into the forest, hoping her body will warm up if she keeps running. She comes across the cottage and runs straight to the bathroom. She throws the shower onto hot and jumps inside, not caring that her clothes are on. The hot water delivers a painful sensation to her skin, and she screams.

Someone come and save me! Help me, please!

Yuu passes out in the shower, her body warming up. Warming up all alone.

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"Yuu...Yuu...Yuu!" Someone calls, shaking Yuu up.

Yuu's eyes open, and she sees the blurry figure of what looks like Phillip.

"Phillip..." Yuu mumbles as Phillip puts a towel over her.

"Yes, it's me, Phillip. Everyone was searching for you. Come on, keep your eyes open. What's your favorite song?" Phillip says, frantically trying to keep Yuu awake until everyone else gets there.

"Into the woods. I liked the movie and play version," Yuu answers softly. "Into the Woods, It's time to go, I hate to leave, I have to though. Into the woods-it's time, and so I must begin my journey."

"Into the Woods, And through the trees, To where I am, Expected ma'am, Into the Woods, To Grandmother's house- Into the woods, To Grandmother's house-" Phillip whisper-sings, putting his forehead next to Yuu's.

Yuu and Phillip sing the entirety of Into the Woods until the RSA staff come to get Yuu back.

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"Is Yuu going to be alright?" Phillip asks, sitting down next to Yuu in the nurse's bed.

"She'll be fine. She'll need extra rest and warm fluids," Ambrose answers, getting angry at what happened to Yuu. "Tell me when she tells you what happened. I've got a call to make."

Ambrose storms to his office, everyone steering clear of his path. The door to his office slammed, and Ambrose furiously dials Crowley.

"Oh, hi Ambrose. Why are you calling so late?" Crowley asks, putting his feet up on his desk.

"Crowley, you've gone too far! Did you even know where Yuu was today?!" Ambrose yells, shocking the birdman.

"As far as I know, Yuu's in Ramshackle. Why are you asking?" Crowley asks, wondering why the old man is so upset.

"Tell me why Yuu was found in Snow White's old cottage, shivering, lips turning blue! She was dying of hypothermia, and I had to lie to one of my students that Yuu might actually be ok! Yuu was going to be dead!" Ambrose yells, silence on the other end.

"I'm sorry..." Crowley says, hanging up the phone afterward. "I'm so sorry, Yuu. I'm sorry I failed as your guardian."

Part 4

Tag list: @lizzileth @hipsterteller @leabbmao @kingfargas @justarandomhumaninthisworld @shi-mel @iwant2dienow @nai17 @nerdy-diamonds @naughtybodypillow @felfei @tinnyflute @r-0-tt-3-n-m-1-lk @marrondrawsalot @iamfriedpotato @pookiedragonfire

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfic #love potion apocalypse au #dire crowley #ambrose the 63rd #twst wonderland #twst ambrose

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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years

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Potent

Alpha! Hanta Sero x Fem! Omega! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18 please vacate the premises.

Warnings: A/B/O, smut, knotting, marking, breeding kink (sorta? idk it comes with the A/B/O territory), a hint of pregnancy kink, a bit of blood

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author's Note: Ohhhhkaayyy so this has been sitting in my google doc for AGES. I think I started this in...October of last year? It's been sitting there for months and I've lacked the motivation to finish and post it but then I sent in an anon ask to @reinawritesbnha and, being the absolute queen she is, she became the little push I needed to do it. I DID IT FOR REINA!!

Also, this is some of my earliest writing and I only skimmed and edited a little bit of it so if there's a little bit of weird pacing or a strange cutoff where the writing styles clash it's because I haven't touched this piece in months.

Anywho, enjoy~

It had to happen when you were surrounded by alphas.

Your suppressants flaked out, again, and your scent wafted through the air on the street. Normally It’d be fine for an omega to let their scent float freely around them. But your scent is particularly...potent, even when you weren’t in heat. Not only that, but you weren’t mated yet, your scent glands still bare, and you still didn’t have a pack. To make matters worse, you’re quirkless.

You hadn’t realised what was happening until your path was blocked by an especially large male alpha. You turned around, and there were two more behind you. Fuck. This isn’t good. You took in your surroundings and searched for an exit, but you couldn’t find a way out. There's no way you’d be able to outrun the three very large male alphas.

Probably the worst part is that more alphas are turning their head toward you, taking notice of your lavender honey and rain scent that slowly began turning to a sour swamp. You dared to hope that change would ward off the three cornering you, but they’d already got a whiff of you. Several distressed chirps sounded from your chest, voicing your discomfort, and you glared pointedly at the three alphas as they edged closer to you.

You hate when this happened. Why’d you have to be cursed like this? Your growls only grew, baring your little omega fangs. There’s no way in hell you’d let some stranger scent you, let alone one of these creeps. They wouldn’t take the damn hint and just crept closer to you, calling out to the ‘pretty little omega’ to ‘come have some fun’.

You’re scared now, the involuntary chirps in your chest coming more frequently. None of the other alphas or betas on the street were big enough to face the three, making you a sitting duck and a ragdoll if they wanted you to be. Your claws are small, nowhere near ideal for this situation, but you’d use them if you needed to. With a final low defiant growl you dropped your bag against the wall behind you and readied yourself for a fight.

Suddenly a large body dropped in front of you, his back to you. His scent alone hit you like a freight train, orange zest, mint, tree bark and something earthy. It had your head spinning, nearly sending you into an early heat. He growled, low and powerful, the sound rattling in your chest and making you sink further into the wall behind you. The other three alpha’s scents together were still overpowered by the new alpha before you, and they vanished faster than they appeared.

He turned around and stepped away from you, giving you space to breathe. He kneeled down enough so he was eye level with you, his hands reaching out clearly in an attempt to comfort you, but kept from touching you.

“Are you okay?” The question barely registered, still delirious from his scent, and you’re having a hard time recovering. Large hands grip your shoulders and shake you lightly, your mind beginning to clear with the soothing pheromones he’s releasing.

“Omega.�� The command snapped you to attention, your gaze fixated on his own dark irises.

“Are you okay, omega?” You blink, swallow down the lump in your throat, take a deep breath.

“Yeah...I’m okay. Thank you, alpha.” But you’re not quite okay. You need to get home. Fast. The alpha seemed to catch on, probably by your scent that still hadn’t returned to normal. He stands and slips off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders and wrapping you in his scent. It’s a comforting gesture.

“Let’s get you home.” With a nod you set off, the man walking next to you with a strong, warm hand on the middle of your back.

“What’s your name?” You introduce yourself, and he does the same. His name is Sero Hanta, and now that you’re calm again, you take in just how handsome he is.

Raven hair is pulled back into a small bun, showing off his undercut and strong, sharp jawline. Onyx eyes shine with kindness and playful mischief, and a beaming grin reveals pearly white teeth. He’s incredibly toned, his muscles calmly rippling under the t-shirt that stretched over his chest. You vaguely noticed the strange shape of his elbows, but disregarded it as his quirk. The omega in you is howling, begging for this alpha, his scent invading your senses. But you suppress it quickly, reminding yourself you’d only just met this man.

As you reach your apartment you exchange phone numbers, and he tells you to keep the jacket and use it when you go out to ward off any unwanted attention. You thank him again for helping you earlier, and he waves to you as he walks down the hall and enters the elevator, the doors closing in front of his handsome smiling face.

Despite meeting him only ten minutes earlier your instincts trust the alpha, and you hold the jacket close to your face, breathing in his scent. It’s wonderful, and your inner omega is in love. You find yourself wondering when you’d see him again.

The next few days are riddled with work and calls to your doctor about the strength of your suppressants. You work from home as a secretary for a small company. It’s a miracle you’d found it, too. Nobody wants an omega, let alone a potent one. It’s an alpha’s world, you guess. When this job opening popped up you were ecstatic, so you took it and have been working from home with decent pay for the last five years.

The calls to your doctor were not going as smoothly as your job, though. You leave a message every four hours until she finally calls you back. She was concerned since the suppressants she’d prescribed are the strongest out there, and if your scent was overpowering them they were either defective or your scent glands were overproducing. It wasn’t an immediate threat to your health, it only meant you’d be drawing more attention than you wanted to. Still, it’s annoying and makes life so much harder than it needs to be.

After she prescribed twice the amount, she said she’d look over your tests from the latest visit before she hung up the phone. You groaned once the call ended. You seriously needed a break from your second gender. Taking the prescribed double dose of suppressants, you got ready to go out to the corner cafe to read and drink coffee. Hopefully the new amount will keep steady. You really don’t want to deal with any more aggressive alphas this week. For good measure you pull on Sero’s jacket, allowing his scent to cover you, then grab your keys, phone, wallet and a book and begin the walk.

When you arrive at the cafe you order a hot mocha, curl into the small corner booth and crack open the book. You got lost in the ink and your mind floated along the adventure, putting yourself in the shoes of the main character and leading the mission to take down the corrupt queen who’d framed you for killing the prince of a neighboring kingdom. You were ripped from the fantasy world when a bright, enthusiastic blonde came up and tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump. His smile was as bright as his hair.

“Sorry to scare you cutie, but I couldn’t help but notice that jacket of yours smells an awful lot like my friend Sero!” You smile softly at the blonde.

“Well if we’re talking about the same Sero Hanta, then your nose would be correct. This is his jacket.” His eyes widen as he nods.

“Oh my gosh you must be the omega he keeps talk-” The blonde’s words became muffled by a large hand. A hand that belonged to the very man you were talking about. Sero smiles apologetically down at you as he shoves the blonde back to where you assume they’re sitting.

“Sorry about Kami, he’s… extroverted.” You smile back at him, mostly because you’re happy to see him again.

“It’s no problem at all. He recognized your scent on me.” He looked down and only then realized you’re wearing his jacket, and he beams at you. Then he takes a glance at the booth you’re sitting all alone at, his smile falling just a bit.

“Do you wanna come sit with us?” You take a moment to think about the offer, then agree with a nod. Your omega couldn’t pass up more time with him.

As you approach the booth you notice there are more people with Sero than you anticipated. There were four other people sitting there. Sero introduced all of them from left to right. Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Ashido Mina, and the happy blonde from earlier is Kaminari Denki. You introduce yourself and when Sero slid into the booth, you followed after him.

These five are a tight pack, and you learn they all met in high school. Bakugo’s brash personality made you wary at first, but it didn’t take long to realize he’s just like that with everyone. He makes a bit of a snippy remark, which you easily counter, and he smirks while the rest smile or snicker. It would seem they like you.

You can’t tell what their second genders are, and you mentally kick yourself for even wondering in the first place. Their genders are none of your concern, but you can’t blame yourself when you’re constantly alert because of your own stupid second gender. As it turns out, you don’t need to wait very long to find out.

This time you smell your own scent as it permeates the air around you. You swear under your breath at the stupid suppressants that obviously can’t so their job, and the others snap their gazes to you. You sigh.

“Yeah, that scent is me. My suppressants flaked again. Sorry about that.” They all nodded, seemingly understanding. Sero must have told them about the other day. Of course, it would soon repeat. It didn’t take long for an alpha to take notice of your scent. The man -- why is it always the largest males??? -- strides up to the booth with a cocksure grin and leans down to inhale your scent. You duck away from him, into Sero, and let out an albeit small warning growl that was drowned in Sero and Kirishima’s. He ignored them all the same.

“Hey there little omega, you smell real nice. You wanna come hang with me instead? We can have some fun together with my buddies, what do you say?” The others stayed quiet. They’re going to let you defend yourself before they do anything in case they end up escalating the situation. You turn your head and lift your shoulder, hiding your scent gland.

“I’m not interested, thank you. Please leave me alone.” You hoped to whatever deity watched over you that the man would leave. Before anyone could react the alpha grabbed your wrist in a vice grip, yanking you roughly from your seat. You chirp, your scent turning sour and the entire pack abruptly stands, baring their fangs at the man. It barely registered in your head that Kirishima and Bakugo are alphas, Mina is a beta, and Kaminari is an omega, their fangs giving them away.

The man tightens his grip on your wrist and you cry out, your bones creaking under the pressure. With no other options you did the one thing that would get him to let go, and sank your fangs into his wrist. You jump back into Sero, who wraps an arm around you protectively.

“You bit me, you bitch!” He raises an arm, clearly about to try and hit you, but a large hand grabs his wrist. Surprisingly enough it’s Bakugo, and his growl is laced into his words.

“Leave now, or you lose a hand.” Sero speaks up from above you.

“You might wanna listen, amigo. That’s Dynamight.” The alpha rips his arm from Bakugo’s hold and looks down at you, and you growl at him as he scoffs and walks away, apparently not ready to fight the #2 pro hero over an omega.

You all sit back down and you pull up the sleeve of the jacket to inspect the already forming bruise on your wrist. Your nose wrinkles with a half-angry half-pained snarl. Tenderly, Sero takes your wrist and lightly squeezes the sides of your forearm, against your bones, and your lack of reaction tells him nothing’s broken. Still, he growls at the offending bruise.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You shake your head and put a hand over his.

“It’s not worth it Sero. He’s probably long gone.” You turn to the rest of the pack.

“Thank you for protecting me.” Kirishima is the first to speak.

“Of course! That dude was a jerk. I just hope he doesn’t go around doing that to other omegas.” Bakugo, surprisingly, spoke next.

“Obviously we’d protect you. You’re a potent omega and quirkless, so you attract unwanted attention without even knowing or wanting to. Besides, if you’re gonna be Sero’s omega there’s no way in hell we’d let some extra handle you like that.” The implications make your face burn, and Kirishima smacks the blonde’s arm with a ‘Don’t just say that kind of thing, Katsuki.’

After an hour or two of talking, and shockingly no other aggressive alphas, they all walk you home to your apartment. Sero wanted to check on your wrist again, so you invited them all in, but they all had something else to do, so you were left alone with Sero. The fact that the one alpha you desperately wanted to be around is alone with you in your apartment is both great and terrible. Thankfully, you have self-control and his own suppressants are working perfectly fine.

He inspected the darkening bruise on your wrist, his large hands gripping your arm tenderly and turning it gently as he prods at the skin. It doesn’t hurt too bad, so you assure him you’ll be perfectly fine. Eventually he leaves with a hug and you sigh once the door is closed, relieved that you were able to keep your omega at bay and your hands to yourself.

A couple days later you get a text from him and the two of you text often, asking how each other’s day went, if anything interesting had happened. You didn’t leave your apartment unless you needed to, since your suppressants clearly weren’t working, so you made sure to cut grocery trips short and keep away from any alphas that seemed a bit aggressive. Sero invited you to hang out with the pack at their house, and you obliged.

They lived in a huge house all together. Most of the rooms were sealed so no scents or sounds could go in or out for ruts and heats, and there were several spare rooms that were empty and waiting for more pack members. It was a fun hangout, filled with video games and good conversation, and even better food which Bakugo cooked. Sero had an arm around you whenever he was close, and you definitely didn’t mind. Your suppressants flaked in the middle, again, and Sero insisted he walk you home. With him walking you home there weren’t any alphas trying to get you this time. You ended up going over to hang out with them a lot when you weren’t working, and eventually Sero began to court you.

Obviously, you accepted, and after a few months of dating and scenting, your overactive scent glands seemed to mellow out, Sero’s scent mixing with it. Your suppressants are lasting much longer now, which is a good sign. Now that you’re Sero’s omega, he often helped you with your heats and you’d help him with his ruts, and he was strong-willed enough that he hadn’t marked or knotted you in the middle of things.

About a year and a half into the relationship you realize you really love him. Sure you had arguments, but everything was settled through calmed discussions over coffee or tea, and you came to understand each other well enough that arguments became few and far between.

You’re happy with Sero, so when your heat came around early and he was there to help, you were going to let him know just how much you loved him.

You texted him once you felt it starting. He was there within half an hour, and you pounced on him once the font door closed, smothering him in hot, wet kisses, eager to feel him inside you. He carries you to the bedroom, and you two are quick in shedding all of your clothes. He lays you on your back with a hand on your throat as he growls into your ear, making a hot shudder roll down your spine.

“Are you ready for me omega?” You whine and nod, your slick already dripping down your folds. You want him so bad it hurts.

“Please alpha, I need your cock.” He growls again, satisfied with your answer, and he presses into you, bottoming out with one firm thrust. You chant his name like a mantra as he set a bruising pace, rutting into you recklessly, wet skin slapping on skin the only other sound beside your whimpers and his growls. His teeth nip at your shoulder, sharp fangs testing your skin and claws digging into the fat of your hips. His cock is so deep, hot swollen tip kissing your cervix with every full-bodied thrust and sending you into a euphoric haze. Your own claws are sinking into his back, leaving little trails of red and blood beading down the lines. It drives him wild every time.

“That’s right, little omega. Mark me up, I’m all yours. Fuck you’re so pretty underneath me like this.” His hands grip behind your knees and press them into your chest, folding you nearly in half as he plows into you further. The angle knocks the breath from your lungs and your eyes roll back. You can feel his knot beginning to swell, feel how his thrusts are getting more controlled and his grip on your thighs tighten from the sheer concentration it’s taking for him not to breed you. You have other plans. Between wheezed breaths you squeak out.

“H-hantaaa~” He slows to a near snail’s pace, grinding his slowly growing cock into your sweet spot, a smirk stretching across his face as you splutter from the sudden change. He’s enjoying making you squirm.

“What is it, sweetness? Tell your alpha what you need.” You pant, chest heaving as much as the position will allow.

“Want your mark, want your knot~ Wanna be bred Hanta! I want your pups!” He stills completely, claws digging into the fat of your thighs with enough force to have drops of blood falling to the sheets beneath you. You’d never said anything like that in the heat of the moment. He can’t have heard you correctly...right?

“Princesa, do you know what you just said?” The seriousness in his tone has you sobering, but even before you knew exactly what you were saying. You nod frantically, wiggling your hips to get him to move again.

“Yes! I know alpha! Please, give me your knot~” His growl makes your bones shake, and with no warning he drops your legs around his waist and leans down so his face is buried in your neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna trust you with this baby girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” His fangs sink into your scent gland just as he picks up his brutal pace, and the euphoria makes you cum hard, your whole body locking up and mouth falling open in a silent scream. He plows into you as you regain your breath, and you bite down on his own scent gland as hard as you can, tearing into his skin with every intention of leaving a pretty scar for the world to see.

His knot swells more, and he’s pushing it into you with every ounce of power he can generate with that gorgeous body of his. With one final snap of his hips he locks his body to yours and cums hard, ropes of hot seed filling you to the brim. He collapses on top of you and laps at the wound on your neck and you do the same. After a few minutes he leans back and cups your face in his hand, gazing down at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

“Are you alright?” You nod, nuzzling into his palm.

“I’m sorry. I was gonna talk to you about it, but my heat came early.” He kisses your forehead gently, brushing the strands of hair from your face.

“It’s okay, pretty thing. I trust you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him.

“Of course I do. I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you too.” You lay there, tangled in each other’s arms until his knot goes down. You whine at the loss when his cock slips out of you, clawing at him to come back because you’re still in heat. His hand gently wraps around your neck, a low chuckle on his lips.

“Relax, we’re far from done.” His already hard erection rubs up and down your glistening folds, barely stimulating your clit, teasing you until tears prick your eyes and you’re beggin him to fuck you again.

“When I’m done you won’t be able to walk for days. I’m gonna breed you so well, You’re gonna look so pretty all big and round with my pups.” He groans at the image he’d conjured in his head and you squeal as he slams his hips into you.

You’re in for a wonderfully long night.

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