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harrysmmm · 10 months

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hello, love! i originally put this in the comments but it might get lost in your notifications. anyway, if you are up for it, do you mind writing a second part for magically annoying? i need jealous draco 😩 anyway, if you do it may you please tag me in the comments or something so i am brought back and dont forget? thanks so much! dont feel pressured to write it 🩷🫶🏻

have a wonderful and lovely day/night <3

thank you love for the inbox! hope you like it !!! ♡

Draco Malfoy x Y/N (f!reader)

Setting: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Summary: where Harry and Draco have a crush on you at the same time and they both ask you to the yule ball. (part two)

part 1

W/C: 2.4K

Taglist: @mrsmikaelsxn @Iail1010

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Mixed feelings. That’s how you would describe the way you felt at that moment.

You were staring at yourself in the mirror. A long velvet dress was framing your body, embellishing every edge, every curve of it. Your shoulders were naked, leaving your collarbones with no room for imagination. You paired up the dress with cream high-heels that matched your hand purse.

“I swear this pin on my hair won’t stay put,” Hermione said from the other side of the room.

“I can’t believe you don’t have a spell for that, Hermione,” you teased a little bit.

“There’s no reason for a spell for hair, Y/N.” She approached your mirror and stood next to you. “Besides, I’ve tried to cast one and it’s not possible.”

“Are you guys talking about hair spells?” Luna Lovegood was standing at the doorframe of your dormitory. How the hell did she get in the Gryffindor common room? “I know a bunch of them. I made these two-side ponytails with one of them.”

“Well… you shouldn’t be here Luna!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Cool it off,” you advised here.

“I mean, this is the Gryffindor area. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Neville let me in. I’m going with him to the ball. Apparently, Ginny ditched on him. How curious, I thought she was after him, but guess she’s not.”

“Well, you look stunning, Luna,” you added. She did look pretty, in her own way. She was wearing an aluminium dress, or that’s what it looked like, coupled with hanging balls of cotton on the edges. Her face was decorated with shiny, glittery makeup.

“Thank you, Y/N. Your dress is really pretty, it highlights your body. I’m sure Harry is going to think the same.”

The name had been dropped. Harry. Harry Potter. Harry Bloody Potter. That was your date to the ball. After the incident with Malfoy, Harry was by far your safest bet. And besides, he did ask you first.

You had spent those past few weeks thinking how, when the moment would come, you wouldn’t think about the incident with Malfoy.

How you would not think about his eyes staring into yours with your wand up.

You would not think about him getting closer with a smirk on his face.

Not think about his eyes going up and down your body.

Think about his hand making contact with your waist.

His lips painfully slow when brushing yours.

His lips.

Draco Malfoy.

It was going to go downhill.

It was tradition that boys would get to the entrance first. They would all be waiting for their ladies to go down the stairs, greet them with a soft kiss on their hand, and show them to the Great Hall.

Hermione and Luna had already left - you were still passing your fingers through your hair in an attempt of putting it together. Although your hair was already in its place, you needed an outlet to where to put your twisting feelings on.

You stared at yourself in the mirror again.

Why bloody Malfoy? Why him?

While you were trying to find an answer to the rhetorical question a silly smile got in your face.

No. No. No.

You were giggling like a twelve-year-old with a crush on another twelve-year-old. Pathetic.

Besides, the thought of him didn’t deserve any of your time. The butthead hadn’t even looked at you since the incident. In fact, his little pranks had become even more annoying, even more personal, if that could ever happen. He had faked a letter from Professor Snape that had put on your desk in Charms class. The letter described as followed:

“Miss Y/L/N, Your scores on the test about deadly potion mixing have been the lowest I have ever seen in all my teaching years in this school. I’m afraid you will be suspended in advance and hope to pass next semester. I won’t tolerate a Gryffindor mocking my course, nor my teaching methods. I must take 30 points off Gryffindor. Yours sincerely, Professor Snape P.S. the same applies to Potter. Also the points.”

You teared up that day. And if it wasn’t enough, when you went to see Snape and found out it was fake, he took ten points off Gryffindor for being so naive and believing it was true. He also took ten points off on Harry, for being, once again, mingled in the sauce.

And putting everything aside, you couldn’t lie to yourself and pretend you weren’t going to look for his face that night. You couldn’t pretend you were not going to wonder about what would’ve happened if you had said yes to him. How you would slow dance together; how everyone would think you were the most unthinkable couple, but that deep down you were killing the game.

You brushed all of those feeling off, looking at yourself in the mirror forcing it to be the last time. You turned around and headed to the stairs before the ball began.

Harry was patiently waiting for you. He had been looking on and off to the stairs since girls started to come down. He was really nervous about the whole situation and for the first time, it didn’t have to do with him being the centre of attention as one of the champions of the Triwizard Tournament. He was nervous because of you. He had been wanting to ask you out since the beginning of the course, but never had the guts to do it, knowing that a friendship was at stake. The moment you said yes to him after dinner, his belly exploded in thousands of butterflies, and he promised himself that he would try to act as a gentleman for you that night. Because you were the most lovable person he had ever met.

Suddenly, you made the entrance on the stairs. His gaze immediately went to you - how your hair fell perfectly from your shoulders; how the tale of the dress would follow your steps when you went down; how your eyes would magically swing between the stair steps and him. He was taken by the view. Once you had come down, he greeted you with his arm.

“Hey.”

He wanted to say how good you looked. He wanted to, but something blocked his throat, and he was almost unable to speak.

“Hum… you… hum… shall we?”

You got the hint. “We shall.”

You two got in the line of the champions, who as tradition, entered the ball first and opened it with the first dance. While McGonagall was counting you to make sure everyone was at their place, you scanned the room looking for a certain bleached one.

There you found him.

He had his arms crossed with Pansy Parkinson’s. He was gracefully talking to a Durmstrang student as if it was a sort of haute-classe yearly networking party. You hated how he seemed so unbothered, so natural. He looked naturally happy. You hated it because all you could do was fake.

You decided you were going to give him a little bit of a show.

The trumpets started echoing and everyone stood in both sides of the Great Hall, except the champions and their partners who were waiting for the sign to walk up to the dance floor. When McGonagall gave the green flag, the line started to move, every couple having their arms crossed with one another. You decided to hold Harry’s hand. He looked surprised at you but didn’t move his. You were walking down the aisle, most people noticing the subtlety of your tangled hands. You peripherally looked at Draco, and noticed he had a blank expression on his face when you passed next to him. Was that jealousy? Indifference? Oblivion? You couldn’t keep thinking of interpretations when Harry’s hand got to your waist, beginning just like that the first dance of the ball. You gracefully moved with him, having internalized the compass weeks prior. You swung from one side to the other for exactly three minutes and forty-six seconds when you stopped the dance, and everyone clapped. Harry’s eyes were mesmerized on yours, seeming oblivious to what was happening on the outside.

“Y/N, I-” He started a sentence, but he rapidly stopped talking, getting closer and closer as seconds went by.

Was he going to…? You couldn’t succumb to that happening.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” And just like that, you left the dance floor in everyone’s eyes.

You got in one of the cubicles of the restroom. You locked the door behind you and melted on the floor. You were so conflicted… why all of a sudden did Harry have so much interest in you? And why did Malfoy tell you all those things a month ago and didn’t even lock his eyes with yours since?

“Y/N?”

It was Hermione’s voice.

“Yeah, here,” you replied, getting up.

“You okay?,” she said.

“Yeah, just a sec.”

You flushed to pretend and got out of the toilet.

“You don’t look okay.” Hermione knew you all too well.

“Just a little overwhelmed, that’s all.”

“Did the people overwhelm you or did Harry do it?”

You waited a few seconds to reply. “Both.”

“About the people, the hardest part already ended, we already opened the ball. About Harry, you should hint him that you don’t feel the same.”

“I don’t want to hurt him.”

“It’s inevitable. Sooner rather than later.”

She didn’t know about Draco. You hadn’t told a soul about what happened. Mostly because you didn’t understand it yourself, but also because keeping it a secret made it more exciting – it was like your chocolate sweet before bedtime. You wanted it all to yourself.

You went over to the sink and started washing your hands.

“And you with Viktor? Have you two talked a bit?”

“Well, he doesn’t really talk. In fact, he doesn’t talk at all.”

“Stunning,” you replied.

She grinned back at you.

You both exited the bathroom and went to both your respective dates. You saw Harry sitting down on one of the tables, talking to Ron. You joined them.

“Hey, sorry for earlier.”

“Hey. No, it’s fine. Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, no worries.”

“You wanna dance, maybe?”

“Sure.”

He gave you his hand and showed you to the dancefloor. A lively rock song was being played and both of you started moving to the rhythm, having fun more than dancing. That was until you looked at your left and saw that someone couldn’t stop staring at you. You and Draco locked eyes with each other while he was also dancing with Pansy.

He put his hand on her waist.

You placed your arms around Harry’s neck.

He pulled Pansy closer to him.

You slowly got closer to Harry’s face.

That was until Harry cut the scene.

“You wanna go for drinks?”

You were surprised. Wasn’t he into you? Why was he not adhering to what was happening, even if you weren’t technically doing it to him?

“Okay,” you replied.

You both exited the dancefloor and headed to the drinks counter. He served you some punch.

“Y/N, I-”

“Mr. Potter,” McGonagall blurted, “you must come with the other champions for the ceremonial speech.”

“The ceremonial wha-”

“Come, come. There’s no time,”

He looked at you one last time before being swollen by McGonagall’s anxiety. You looked at him leaving until someone disturbed your moment.

“No more boyfriend, Y/L/N?” Draco’s voice made an alarm in your heart go on.

You looked right at him. “I could ask the same thing.”

He smirked at you.

“What are you drinking?”

“Why do you care?”

“Woo-hoo, you were swollen by a dementor or what?”

“So funny, aren’t you?”

“So pissy. It’s because Potter left you?”

“You know, you sound like a kindergarten.” You stopped looking at him and drank more of the punch.

“Now that your boyfriend left, what you doing tonight?”

“What do you mean? We’re in a ball.”

“I stick to my question.”

You sighed. “I will stay at the ball until I’m tired and I wanna go to sleep.”

“Pity, I thought you might wanna get your wand back. Taking into consideration that tomorrow we still have class.”

You looked back at him, astonished. “My wand? Did you take my wand?”

“Who said I did? I’m just making a point here,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders and smiling.

“Draco, where is my wand?”

“Funny you ask because, it will only appear if you really need it.”

You got the hint. You looked one last time at Draco and rolled your eyes. You exited the ball with fast steps and headed to the seventh floor, left corridor, where the Room Of Requirements could be found. You closed your eyes and focused on your wand. Suddenly, where there was before a wall a door appeared. You got in.

The room was full of antic objects. You started by looking at the floor to see if Draco had thrown it, but you couldn’t see it. It was going to be impossible will all the number of objects.

“Looking for this?”

Draco’s voice echoed in the room. You turned around and there he was with your wand in hand.

“Draco, I’m done with your silly games. Give it back.”

“Come take it.” He kept it in one of his pants’ pockets.

“Draco,” you sighed, still you stood in front of him

You put one of your hands in his pocket to grab the wand and he immediately got closer to you. So close your lips were almost brushing each other.

“Hi,” he said.

You didn’t reply and with the willpower you have left, you tried to grab the wand. He got even closer, his crotch making contact with you. He had a boner.

You paralyzed and eventually, looked up at his eyes.

He was staring at you with no smile this time. He looked desperate and lustful. He pulled your head towards his, and his lips made their way to yours.

He started kissing you softly, only both of your lips playing with one another. Then he started introducing his tongue and biting your lower lip so hard it made you moan. You grabbed his neck and pulled him closer to you. He moved one of his hands to your ass and squeezed it a few times. He let out a moan.

“The Room of Requirements,” you started saying between kisses, “only opens when you need it.” He tried to shut you up with his mouth but you continued. “How did you get in?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked you, ending the kiss and staring into your eyes. “I needed you.”

Enamoured. That’s how you would describe the way you felt at that moment.

#draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy smut #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #hogwarts imagine

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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headcanons about the monster trio being jealous? 😏

Monster Trio Being Jealous (SFW/NSFW)

Ft. Sanji, Zoro, Luffy

CW: Ace Spoilers in Luffy, Oral Sex, Semi-public sex, Fingering, Riding, Luffy is OOC again mb, Edging, Overtsimulation

Sanji

SFW

Very fucking annoying

He gets pouty, very clingy, and unnecessarily protective

He doesn’t like seeing men approach you. It’s already an issue when Zoro—-his damn crew mate—who is around you 24/7 but now when you guys go to an island he has to “protect” you from other men as well.

Let’s say you and him were out shopping and he went to look at some food at a vendor beside a boutique you were in. Okay, now let’s say you drop something and a man came to pick it up for you. Sanji sees this because this jackass has a 6th sense of knowing a man is near you and comes in to kick him

“Are you fucking kidding me Sanji..”

“HE WAS TOUCHING YOU!”

“HE WAS PICKING UP A SHIRT I DROPPED! PLUS LOOK AT HIM HE’S LIKE 17?!”

“SO?!”

“I’M IN MY 20s!”

Most of y’all arguments are based on his jealously which is usually the first and only time Sanji is very stubborn with you denying that he is jealous. So what you can do to fix the situation is just shun him for an hour he cracks and apologizes Everytime.

NSFW

You both are heading back to the Sunny from nearly being arrested after Sanji ends up fighting the guy that also happened to be a Marine. When Sanji grabbed your hand suddenly and hit the corner landing you both in a small alleyway.

“San—MMM!”

He began kissing and sucking all over your lips like a true man in need.

The thing about Sanji is he feeds off of knowing he is the only person that can make you feel good, but when he feel challenged

Or moreso jealous

His touches are more desperate , he whines so much in your mouth for reassurance, “Please please tell me im the only man for you.”

It’s almost like his questions are rhetoric because he keeps moving his tongue in your mouth.

“San—!”

Unless you stop him he will prove on his knees to you, by throwing your thigh over his shoulder and suckle on your clit

He nearly cries inside your pussy, licking and telling you how much you mean to him, pleading you don’t leave him, and that he wants to be the only man to make you happy.

“I can only eat this pussy, right? Nobody else..”

You better tell him the truth fast before he fucks you against that alleyway wall.

Luffy

(AU where Ace Lives)

Is not a very jealous person like Sanji or Zoro, but The first time you every experienced it with Luffy was a treat.

You finally met Luffy’s brother Ace and you both hit it off so well. When you seen him again back in Wano it was like you both couldn’t separate from each other.

You had a small past fling with Luffy’s brother and though you both agreed it didn’t mean anything it didn’t stop wither of you from gravitating to the other.

And Luffy noticed this, and it made him unintentionally grumpy. He was more distracted, quiet, and focused on your actions.

Your dumbass don’t notice this, he knew about his brother and your past, but he never really cared until now. Why were you laughing with him so much? Why are you hugging him for so long?

Luffy didnt understand but he had a sudden urge to literally be on your back like a Koala. You and Ace didn’t mind it, yall assumed it was Luffy being Luffy until you grabbed Ace’s hand and your boyfriend slapped it down.

“What’s wrong with you, lil bro?”

“Nothing. I wanna see Y/N real quick.”

Nsfw

“I-i—!?”

“Hm? Why are you suddenly so…touchy with my brother?”

Words wasn’t even able to be spoken correctly out your mouth. You’ve just came and Luffy’s fingers haven’t let up. His thighs spread yours apart in front of your own mirror, his eyes barely visible, but you knew they were dark

“Hey.” Luffy spats out against your ear giving your clit a firm slap, you hiss out of embarrassment seeing your arousal splash against the tip of his fingers. “Look at me, please.”

He kept repeating the question and with each “i dont know” answer was a faster rub against your clit, or an additional finger to scissor you.

It was so odd to see Luffy not as loud as he usually is during sex. He was more focused on making you cum again and again and again mumbling how much better he is at this then anybody else to make you feel good.

“….’fuckin’ mine.”

Was the most you’d hear mumbled and groaned into your sweaty hot neck as he fucked himself into you.

Luffy didn’t even care to acknowledge his jealous behavior after he was done with you. He left to bring back some food to eat beside you as you laid on the bed a cum filled mess after being overstimulated by his fingers, tongue, and dick.

You ask if him he acted the way he did he just smiles at you and shrugs, “I just wanted to show you some love!”

Zoro

SFW

His form of jealously is being a little pissy bitch.

Like Sanji, but he’s passive aggressive towards you.

He will be very in denial about being jealous so don’t even bring it up.

He doesn’t stop acting that way until he gets over it.

Whenever that may be.

He has some issues verbally expressing himself towards you and you knew it before yall started dating so you began to know how to read his body language as a way of communicating with him.

Today must have been an off day though.

All day, absolutely all day you spent your time in the kitchen with sanji, talking with sanji, complimenting sanji. Everything that ero cook was doing you made sure to acknowledge it.

And zoro noticed.

When you finally have some alone time with Zoro he doesn’t even talk to you, just hums and grumbles. You noticed something was wrong but didnt care to ask until he walks over towards you as you’re bent over in the Crows Nest

NSFW

“Does that—fuck—stupid cook fuck you like this too?!”

“N-no!”

It was almost embarrassing how you was pressed against the cold wall, his pace not letting up. It started off so sweet. Him being so needy , kissing you, mumbling incoherent words on your skin and clingy up until he bites your neck.

Zoro manhandles you a bit more, not too much to where you’ll be in actual pain, but he isn’t afraid to move your body around in any position he desires.

“P-please ! Wait! Keep going!”

He lets out an airy chuckle looking down at your lewd damped body on his workout bench, lazily flicking his index finger on your sensitive clit. He has been so mean pulling out to stroke his cock in front of you right before you cum.

He even came on you instead.

You beg and plead at his teasing and edging up until you finally put two and two together when he says,

“Keep going? Like how you kept going back to that stupid ass cook to hang out with all day? Want me to go get him. Show him how much you need some cock?”

You didnt even realize from the beginning he was doing all this out of jealousy. Once you begin to apologize, he starts to feel a liittlllee bad and lets you finally cum on his dick.

Rest assured though, once you wake up out of your boyfriend’s arm you’re ganna give him an earful on him being a jealous baby instead of coming to speak to you about how he actually felt.

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blackopals-world · 10 months

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May I request a Maid!Yuu x Riddle Rosehearts with the classic trope of “keeping the relationship a secret until they can’t,” please?

feat. Riddles Mom as the antagonist

I could not ignore how good this sounded

The Help

"Your mother? That's wonderful, I'd love to meet her." Yuu said cheerfully as they took an apron off the hook.

"No, you don't. I don't even want to see her but she's coming to visit." Riddle said stepping behind his partner and tying the apron snugly at the waist. "You do remember what I said about my upbringing right?"

"Of course I do. But we can't change her coming so we can't worry about that. We can only remain hopeful that the visit will be pleasant. Even if it isn't being polite is important. After all meeting your in-laws is very important for every relationship." Yuu said sagely.

"...about that." Riddle said nervously.

Almost immediately Yuu narrowed their eyes. They didn't like the sound of that.

Riddle sighed.

"I dont want her to know about us." Riddle said flinching waiting for Yuu to yell at him.

Of course that never came. They would never raise their voice, especially not at Riddle. Yuu only sighed sadly, their shoulder slumped in disappointment.

"I'm sorry." Riddle help one on Yuu's hands.

"Are you ashamed of us?" They asked.

"NO! Never!" Riddle shouted quickly "I just- just don't want her to hurt you. She'd hate anyone I date if she didn't choose them. She would threaten you. She might even get Crowley to keep you from me or worse kick you out of the school."

Yuu didn't like hearing this but relented.

"Fine...fine ugh." Yuu let out a huff of exhaustion. "what's your plan?"

Riddle's plan while not ingenious it was practical. Just pretend we aren't dating. Simple and easy.

Yuu when about their business as usual as they served tea and food in the garden. They kept their head down as they worked.

"I heard you won first place in the equestrian show as expected." Ms.Rosehesrts said over her cup of Earl Gray.

Yuu's mouth twitched in irritation. They chalked it up to the choice of tea the woman asked for.

Did she really ask for the acidic bergamot Earl Grey when the spread clearly called for something less intense? The fruit tarts and chocolate cakes just don't go with that tea. Fortunately, Yuu knew Riddle's tastes well and added vanilla and cream to his cup.

"Do you usually drink such sugary drinks? I swear without me you can't manage yourself." His mother sighed as she looked at the light-colored tea compared to her dark sugarless cup.

Riddle opened his mouth to respond be he was interrupted.

"I'm apologies Ms.Rosehearts. But as the head of the Heartslabyul dorm Master Riddle must set an example. He takes his tea as the great Queen herself did. It is his cross to bear as dutifully follows the rules." Yuu said their head bowed.

The mother shifted her gaze to the servant and glared.

"And who are you?" She asked. The question was rhetorical, she was very aware that Yuu was serving them but her question was more to remind the servent of their place.

"I'm a student here. I work as a maid as well to earn extra money Ms.Rosehearts." Yuu said timidly.

"Oh, I see. Well isn't that lovely but you would do well to mind your own business. It would serve you well in your future line of work." The mother stated.

Riddle tried to interrupt to take his mother's attention away but before he could Yuu spoke.

"I understand. I will keep that in mind." Yuu said looking at the ground.

That clearly wasn't what Riddle's mother wanted to hear as she frowned.

"You understand what? Speak up child and look me in the eye. Perhaps it's too much to expect a servant even an amateur would know how to answer properly. Honestly, even poor parenting is no excuse." She continued.

Yuu nodded and lifted their head. Their face was red and their lower lip trembled.

"My apologies again ma'am. I understand that I shouldn't interpret or comment on your discussions. I also understand that I should properly address you." Yuu said their voice wavering.

"Really then? Then how can you address me as Mr.Rosehearts? You call my son master but fail to show me proper respect. You will call me Mistress as you should." She demanded.

"Mother!" Riddle cut in.

"Quiet! How dare you speak over me! And you!" Ms.Rosehearts pointed at Yuu. "I'm waiting and I'm losing patience with you!"

Yuu felt like a stone was lodged in their throat. Their face felt hot and their eyes stung.

"I-Im sorry. May I b-be excused? I should g-get back." Yuu wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

Riddle's heart dropped into his stomach as he saw the fearful expression on Yuu's face.

"No, you may not! Honestly how useless can you be? This is why I never raised my son to be like people like you. Weak, sniveling, and worst of all failures!" Ms.Rosehearts lips curled in disgust.

Tears streamed down Yuu's face as they tried to keep a straight face.

"Mother! You've gone too far! You have no right to talk to them that way!" Riddle pushed his mother aside as he stood between them. "Yuu don't listen to her. She knows nothing about you, about us."

"Riddle, how dare yo-"

"Be quiet! You have said enough! You have not only embarrassed me as your son but you have thoughtlessly insulted my partner! Do you have any empathy at all? Do you think of anyone else but yourself?!" Riddle turned on his mother as he yelled in her face.

"Riddle!" She tried to yell back.

"I said stop talking! Perhaps it was too much to hope that you would act like someone with basic human decency let alone like a proper mother! Do you think this is how you should act toward someone I love? You talked alot about respect but you don’t even know what that means! You only know fear! I want you gone now!" Riddle pointed to the exit as he held Yuu close as they cried.

Riddle's mother turned bright red as she prepared to lash out at the pair. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She whipped around to see no other than the college's potions professor.

"Ms. Rosehearts I had the displeasure of watching you not only make a fool of yourself but you had the nerve to insult my pup." Crewel growled "You have a lot of nerve to speak to someone else's child like that let alone your own. I hope that in the future you will rethink coming to this campus and even looking at my child."

Riddle's mother clenched her jaw as she saw Riddle comforting his beloved. She then huffed and turned to exit.

"Before you go I wanted to tell you that I got in contact with father. Don't worry about me coming home. I won't be living with you anymore." Riddle said glaring at her.

"Are you okay?" Yuu asked gently running a hand down Riddle's back as he buried his face in Yuu's chest.

"I should be asking you that. I'm sorry. I should have stood up for you earlier." Riddle said.

Yuu laughed.

"You stood up to her though. That's more than I could do; she isn't even my mother. Riddle you were courageous." Yuu said kissing Riddle's cheek. " I may not have a mother-in-law but I'm sure we can manage when we become a family."

Riddle buried himself further, his ear were bright red.

"I haven't even proposed yet. We are hardly family. I still need Crewel's blessing and you know he's hard to please." Riddle can already feel the glare the professor would give.

"On the bright side, it'll be easier than asking your mother for the family ring." Yuu laughed.

(If it helps you can imagine Crewel standing behind Riddle's mother with a chair aimed at her head the entire time. Made me feel better at least)

#maid!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland riddle #riddle rosehearts #divus crewel #twst divus

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biggayarsonsbiggaytumble · 3 months

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listen im absolutely positive that there are antisemites in the antizionism movement (because its likely that antisemites can be in literally ANY large and diverse group of people) BUT i seriously do not believe its the epidemic that a worrying amount of jumblr wants you to believe. in fact, zionists (not jews, but zionists who happen to be jews) have a way worse problem with anti-palestinian racism and islamophobia.

seriously, i hear all the time that anti-jewish rhetoric is everywhere but scrolling through the latest in the antisemitism tag is literally just zionist calling people antisemites for even daring to bring up the destruction and death that the settler colony of israel has caused.

criticizing and condemning israel is not antisemitism. we are not criticizing jewish people. the colonizers HAPPEN to be jewish but they are not evil because they're jewish, its because they are murdering people and destroying an entire culture of people who have lived there long before israeli settlers came. they haven't made any headway in "defeating Hamas" like they said they're doing and look at all of the destruction. look at the advertisements they are already releasing for houses built on top of the rubble of people's homes. people who are either dead or using a ripped up tent that isn't even safe from the bombs. meanwhile every Israeli ive seen "so affected" by this is sitting in nice air conditioned buildings and having get togethers with family and food.

i would ask my fellow jews who are not convinced by me to imagine if this was happening to us, but it already is! there are so many jewish Palestinians being forced from their homes to make way for settlers that do not have roots in that land. the idf is also killing so many jewish people, those who disagree and those who just happen to be in the indiscriminate crossfire.

zionism is not good for jewish people. zionism is fundamentally an answer to the Jewish Question. they do not want us to reside in their communities. they dont want to think of the jews and our safety and instead are more content to kill two birds with one stone: put all the Jews in a place where we dont have to worry about them or have to accommodate or accept them AND get rid of all those brown people we hate so much. hey, and if we help them with the ethnostate, we can abuse them politically to get what we want as well!

im antizionist because i am against being used by those who don't have my best interest in mind. im antizionist because ive been to the settler colony of israel and the anti-palestinian racism and islamophobia was suffocating and disturbing. im antizionist because im also native american and this is a story ive heard so many times before, this story is in my blood and in my skin and i know how it ends. i don't want it to end that way.

please have some empathy and open your eyes. see what is happening to your fellow human beings (something that has happened to us as a people that still wounds us to this day) and stop using your identity as a weapon against others when its unjust. i know its hard to criticize Israel because its such an ingrained part of our identity as jews. i used to be a zionist because i truly believed that was my land. but it isnt. it never will be. it belongs to Palestine.

#antisemitism #jumblr #zionism #jewish antizionism #free palestine

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My Little Mermaid Part 3:Poor Unfortunate Souls

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"Who are you," Y/N asked looking around for the source of the voice.

"I could help you," the voice claimed," Y/N found the source of the voice, an orb with the face of a woman inside of it.

"I don't need your help," Y/N claimed as she sat back down.

"Fine, whatever you say," the voice said and the orb disappeared.

"Wait," Y/N called out as she got back up looking around for the orb.

"Yes," the voice said as if it knew she would reconsider and was waiting.

"What do you mean, help me?" Y/N furrowed her brows curiously.

URSULAS LAIR

Y/N cautiously swam through the entrance of a dark and mysterious cave. She slightly jumped as several scary creatures jumped at her and swam faster. Sebastian and Flounder not too far behind her, close enough to keep an eye on her but far enough that the mermaid wasn't aware of their presence.

"Hello there child," said a mysterious voice as Y/N felt herself being grabbed by two eels and dragged forward.

"Who are you?" Y/N tilted her head at the purple skinned woman with large tentacles and spiky white hair.

"You dont remember your dear, Aunt Ursula," she gasped in mock offense.

"The sea witch," Y/N inquired, "I've heard stories about you"

PLAY POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS FOR BEST EXPERIENCE

"I admit that in the past I've been a nasty," The witch sang as she swam around the cavern,"they weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch"

"But you'll find that nowadays,I've mended all my ways," Ursala vocalized as she sat near a cauldron, "Repented, seen the light, and made a switch," the witch claimed,"True, yes" The mermaid watched carefully as the witch swam around her.

"And I fortunately know a little magic," she boasted, "It's a talent that I always have possessed"

"And dear lady, please don't laugh," she commented as she noticed Y/N's expression."I use it on behalf," she paused for the purpose of suspense before she continued, "Of the miserable, lonely, and depressed, pathetic"

"Poor unfortunate souls," she exclaimed as she swam around the cavern, "In pain, in need,"

"This one longing to be thinner ,that one wants to get the girl," she told stories of her past 'clients'.

"And do I help them?" she asked rhetorically and answered her own question, "Yes, indeed" "Those poor unfortunate souls, so sad,so true" the witch scoffed,"They come flocking to my cauldron,crying, 'Spells, Ursula, please!'"

"And I help them," she remarked, "Yes, I do"

"Now, it's happened once or twice,someone couldn't pay the price," the witch warned,"And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals" Y/N widened her eyes in shock which amused the sea witch.

"Yes, I've had the odd complaint," she admitted,"But on the whole, I've been a saint" "To those poor unfortunate souls," she declared.

"So here's the deal", the witch announced,"I'll whip up a little potion to make you human for three days"

"Of course you wouldn't have those precious mermaid gifts of yours," the witch snarled, "that just wouldn't be fair now would it?"

"Got that? Three days," Ursala declared"

"Before the sun sets on the third day," she formulated, "you and Princey must share a kiss"

"And not just any kiss," she enunciated, "the kiss of true love"

"If you do, you will remain human permanently," she affirmed the mermaid,"But if you don't, you'll turn back into a mermaid"

"And you belong to me," the with declared"We got a deal?"

"Dont do it child," Sebastian whispered at a volume only him and the guppy could hear.

"I don't know," Y/N blurted considering the consequences.

"Life's full of tough choices, isn't it?"the witch asked rhetorically in an attempt to tempt the mermaid.

"No, this is wrong," Y/N declared as she began to swim away,"I can't do this,"

"Fine, then! Forget about the world above," Ursula scoffed as the mermaid stopped in her tracks,"Go back home to daddy, and never leave again!"

"Come on, you poor unfortunate soul," she encouraged, "Go ahead" "Make your choice," the witch scoffed impatiently, "I'm a very busy woman and I haven't got all day"

"It won't cost much, " she remarked, "Just your voice,"

Y/N softly clutched her throat and considered

"You poor unfortunate soul," the witch cooed in mock sympathy as she swam around the mermaid "It's sad but true"

"If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet," she vocalized, "You've got the pay the toll," "Pluck a scale from off your tail," the witch declared, "A drop of blood inside the bowl"

"Flotsam, Jetsam, now I've got her, boys", the witch looked at her two eel sidekicks knowing that the mermaid was falling into her trap.

Sebastian and Flounder watched from afar in horror hoping that the mermaid wouldn't reconsider.

"The boss is on a roll," the sea witch exclaimed,"This poor unfortunate soul"

"Okay, I'll do it," the mermaid agreed as she swam closer to the witch and plucked a scale off her tail and handed it to her.

"What did you just do, child," Sebastian asked wide eyed mouth open in shock and horror.

The witch quickly accepted the scale and threw it into the bowl before the mermaid had the chance to back out

"Beluga sevruga,Come winds of the Caspian Sea," the witch recited as she hovered her hands over the cauldron.

"Amnesia glaucitis,Et max laryngitis," she continued and the cavern soon became filled with purple fog.

"La voce to me,now, sing," the mermaid was now surrounded by purple smoke and being pulled closer and closer to the cauldron.

"Ah, ah,"she sang as the smoke found its way around her neck and she looked around slightly horrified but found herself not being able to move completely.

"Keep singing!," exclaimed Ursula as she continued to move her hands over the cauldron.

"Ah, ah, ah," the mermaid sang until suddenly she couldn't anymore she gently gripped her neck and looked around mouth ajar as she gained legs.

"Yes," the sea witch applauded herself and sat back and watched in amusement asthe mermaid struggle to swim to the surface, "Get along now"

"Now its only a matter of time boys," the witch declared confidently towards her eels and lay back calmly on a rock and impaled a shrimp with her long fingernails and put it into her mouth crunching down obnoxiously , "until shes mine"

#prince eric x reader #jonah hauer king x reader #prince eric fanfiction #princeeric #prince eric fanfic #prince eric #prince eric x y/n #prince eric x you #the little mermaid live action #the little mermaid 2023 #the little mermaid #tlm 2023 #tlm live action

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megan-is-mia · 2 years

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Can you do Josuke (4) with these two prompts? It would be so cool, i am a big fan. :3

12. “You’re the only person I’d make an exception for. Count yourself lucky.”

26. “Why are you so afraid of me? I won’t hurt you. Ever.”

(Good of you to know that you must specific between the josukes xD I'm happy that you're a fan)

12. “You’re the only person I’d make an exception for. Count yourself lucky.”

26. “Why are you so afraid of me? I won’t hurt you. Ever.”

(Yandere! Josuke Higashikata x Fem! S/o)

People always said that Josuke Higashikata was like the sun. When they said this they mean he had a personality that brightened the lives of everyone he met. However when (Y/n) said that Josuke was like the sun she did not mean it as favorably. He was bright yes, too bright for her liking. His light was blinding to her, painfully blinding and totally unpleasant in her opinion.

If she had her way then she’d stay far away from his unwavering light. (Y/n) liked her darkness, in the darkness she was safe and happily unknown. The problem was… Josuke liked her. Actually saying he just liked her didn't quite illustrate how intense his feelings really were. He was in love with her, he was obsessed with her, he needed her like he needed to breathe.

They were incompatible to say the least, yet only (Y/n) seemed to accept and understand that fact. Josuke on the other hand seemed hellbent on dragging the young woman out of her comfort zone in the quiet dark and into his bright and loud world. Even now they were playing out a game of cat and mouse that only one party enjoyed. (Y/n) had tried to get home from school without Josuke catching her but she had failed in this.

She found herself being caged against a wall only a few streets short of home. “Sheesh you walk fast baby, I was worried I wouldn't catch up to you in time” Josuke said pressing his face against her neck and nuzzling it. “What do you want Josuke?” (Y/n) said as flatly as she could in an effort to hide how terrified she was. Even though Josuke has been a perfect gentleman to her, he was known to have quite a temper when it came down to it.

“I wanted to see you of course silly” Josuke said kissing the girl’s neck playfully which made her shiver in displeasure. “Babe, what's with the shivering? Don’t you like it when I give you kisses?” he added with his question being rhetorical. “No I don't like your kisses, I don't like you” (Y/n) answered without thinking. “You scare the hell out of me, why don't you get that?” she added with clear displeasure.

“I scare the hell out of you? Oh come on, don't say that. You made it sound like you’re afraid of me” Josuke playfully scolded with a smile only for the smile to fall when (Y/n) didn't argue against his statement. “Wait… why are you so afraid of me?” he asked feeling very confused now. “You know I won’t hurt you right? Ever” he added stressing the last word as concern began to build in his stomach.

“You beat people half to death for saying a word against your hairstyle. Why wouldn't i be afraid of a guy like that” (Y/n) said quietly. “Well yeah, but I love you so it's different. You’re the only person I’d make an exception for” Josuke said starting to get upset. “So count yourself lucky that I feel so strongly about you” he went on, starting to squeeze the young woman tightly.

“Please dont hurt me” (Y/n) whined out in pain. “I already told you i wouldnt hurt you! Just… just shut up okay? I just want to spend time with you okay? Lets just pretend we didnt have the weird part of this conversation and we’ll go out on a date right now” Josuke said frustratedly. (Y/n) nodded fearfully, not wanting to upset the boy and cause him to get angry enough to leave permeant damage to her. She would never again be able to return to the darkness she so enjoyed…

THE END

#yandere jojo #jojo #jjba #yandere jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #Yandere Josuke Higashikata #josuke higashikata #jjba part 4 #jojo's bizarre adventure part 4 #jojo part 4 #jojo diamond is unbreakable #yandere jjba part 4 #yandere jojo part 4 #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure part 4 #yandere jojo diamond is unbreakable

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I'm A Loser: Not That Bad

genre: i dont even know what qualifies as anything anymore, college!au

pairing: bassist!soobin x student!m/c (referred to as "you" because I want to insert myself)

summary: you need a new roommate

wc: 1.2k

note: I've never moved anywhere don't come at me for how I wrote it, please.

context: YXA is yesterday x alone lol

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There had been tension all morning in the apartment you shared with your best friend, Lee Soyoon. Something had been off since you two woke up. When she woke up, she deviated from her usual routine and ate breakfast alone and the rest of the time had been lounging in her room, unseen. Finally, she came out of her room and stood in the doorway to the main room.

“Haneul, I’m moving out.” She said tentatively. You could almost feel your heart stop. You paused rolling your kimbap lunch, resting it on its red cotton napkin.

You tensed your eyebrows as you looked at her, “What?”

“I’m moving out.” She said it with more conviction this time. “I’m moving in with Dojun.” She sounded apologetic, but firm in her decision—unfortunately for you.

“What the hell, Soyoon? You know I can’t afford this apartment alone. Do I really have to find a new roommate?” Your apprehensive question was rhetorical.

“He has a roommate too! He needs somewhere to stay. He can split with you, I’m sure of it.” Right, her boyfriend had to kick out his roommate to live with her too. Rooming with someone you didn’t know wasn’t what you expected this year—not at all. You were excited about girls’ nights and spending the year doing everything together, but that all came crumbling down.

“Are you joking? I’ve never talked to him! I don’t even know his name.” You were almost yelling, now. Your chest rose and fell with a deep breath to console yourself. “I know you like him. I’m sorry for yelling, Soyoon. This is just a big change for me. Give me his number, would you?” You told her. You couldn’t afford to be fighting with your lifeline at your university and also struggling to pay your rent, but you were still mad and processing the change your life was about to undergo.

“It’s Choi Soobin. I’ll text you his number.” She knew you were still mad when you closed your eyes and took another deep breath. Even aside from the obvious signs, she can read your usually bubbly personality like a book. “He’s kind of shy but he’s a sweetheart, I swear. If you don’t become friends you don’t even have to talk.” This would’ve been fine if you weren’t so excited to have someone to talk to all the time.

“Fine.” Ding. You got his number. The pads of your fingers grumpily typed out a message. If you had the power of hindsight then, you might’ve cared to reword the text.

That was how you got to where you are now, waiting for Soobin to finish unloading his last pack of things into the middle of your main room. After you sent him the text, he sent an apologetic one back. With rent coming up so soon, and him having nowhere to go, you figured it was best for him to move in. He seemed shy and reserved, the opposite of what you were looking for, but you told yourself it would do. Your new, scarily tall roommate ducked under the main door, carrying the poster child of a moving-in box—brown, cardboard, and full to the brim. He gives you a slight nod as he comes in.

“Want a tour?” You ask him, wishing for some semblance of human connection. He nods again, but it’s a larger motion this time. “That’s the living room,” You point to your left, his right, “that’s the kitchen,” you point to your right, his left.

“Where’s the open bedroom?” He asks in a soft voice. He seems scared to be in your—now equally his—apartment.

“It’s right over here! Mine is on the right, and yours is on the left. They have the same blueprint.” You tell him, guiding him down the short hallway that ends at the door to the bathroom. “What do you like to do?” You attempt to strike up a conversation.

“Not much. I study a lot.” You were wishing for a more in-depth answer other than studying, but you tell yourself you’ll work with it.

“What’s your major?” You ask him, both standing in the same hallway that Soyoon told you she’d be leaving in and it’s an unwelcome realization of cause and effect.

“Pure math.” You purse your lips and nod, silently asking for him to say more, but he doesn’t. “Um, I’ll tell you if I have any questions. I’m going to set up my room.” He flashes a slight smile that creases the edge of his eyes. His tall figure squeezes past you to get the boxes and haul them into Soyoon’s now-empty room. You watch as he picks up the first box, labeled bass before you turn into your room and shut the door behind you. Does he play bass? Does he just really like fish?

For the rest of the day, you don’t interact with each other. He stays in his room while you mill about the rest of the house. When closing the door, he didn’t know you had to really push it hard to close it (Soyoon would know), and his door is cracked open.

Trying not to be a respectful roommate, you try to walk past as fast as possible. But on your fifth round of walking in and out of your room, something catches your eye in his room. He seems to have unpacked nicely. His room is mostly dark, as he has the shades drawn, but you can see a glint of sunlight reflecting off of his dark mahogany bass—a guitar, not a fish. He’s sitting cross-legged on the carpeted floor, wearing chunky black headphones and a raspberry jam-colored sweater. He’s hunched over a book, maybe a comic book, and has a quarter-full water glass from your kitchen in his hand. He looks up. He looks up. You’ve been staring for too long.

He pulls one side of the big black headphones off of his ear. “Are you okay?” He asks, voice gravelly from apparent lack of use.

“I was looking at your bass.” You push the door open a little wider to talk to him, it creaks on its hinges.

“Really? What about it?” He sounds suspicious. The way he says it is way out of character for your current impression of him.

“I play guitar so I just think it’s cool.” You shrug.

“You play!?” His eyes light up. It looks like his interest is piqued.

“You didn’t see? My door’s been open all day!” You tell him. His previously aloof atmosphere is gone. It’s like you broke his shell with one sentence in one day. Maybe you should start rethinking your lucky number.

He starts to defend himself, looking giddy, “I wasn’t looking! What kind of guitar do you play?”

“I started off with acoustic, but I play mostly electric these days. I like playing YXA, what about you?” You cock your head slightly at him.

“Did you say YXA?” He’s so excited he takes his headphones off and places them on the (new) patterned carpet under him.

“Yeah, do you know them?”

“I play their music all the time! I love their music so much.” He’s almost giggling now. It’s really cute to see him fanboy over something when he was so aloof the rest of the day. Here, you realize he’s not actually aloof—he’s just shy around new people. “Want to do a duet sometime? I’ve been itching for a guitarist to play with.”

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad living with him after all.

#soobin #soobin x reader #reader has a name #soobin fluff #txt fluff #guitarist mc #bassist!soobin

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lorillee · 9 months

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mvk, godot, dahlia CONTROVERSY TRIPLE

YAYYYYYYYYYY CONTROVERSY TRIPLE!!!!!!!

manfred:

anyways its time for the culling of new followers. yes i am a manfred von karma stan hes insane and im obsessed with him and the popular fanon is 1) boring 2) stupid 3) uncanon 4) did i mention boring. for a more comprehensive take on my view of the von karma-edgeworth family soap opera i recommend taking a gander through my tag for it or alternatively just reading my aii2 retrospective. ANYWAYS with the disclosure statement out of the way . 1) his design slays what else is there to say. he was always serving. 2) the fanon SUCKS like im sorry but if what you got out of aa1 + investigations 1&2 was "manfred physically beat his kids on the regular and they hate him so much forever with 0 complicated feelings at all" um. maybe go back and re-consume the text. please. lets indulge ourselves in a bit of nuance. i would certainly not call manfred von karma father of the year (whatever was going on with turnabout goodbyes + me when i encourage my children in their fight with each other to determine who truly belongs in the family like a normal parent) but like. guys . just because he was a bad person doesnt mean he is now The Worst Guy in every single avenue ever. like. sigh . sorry we've looped back around to complaining about bad fanon. ANYWAYS no truly one of the most baffling characters in the franchise and i am desperately fascinated with whatevers going on inside his head . frankly every single one of his actions in regards to dl-6 on every front follow like no logical pathway i can discern and its truly something to behold. like whats wrong with you (rhetorical question - more interesting if we dont get an answer).

godot:

half of me considered ticking "they've never done anything wrong in their life <33" despite the fact that i blatantly think its untrue and prefer it that way even simply to spite all the people who are annoying about him being mean to phoenix. ANYWAYSSSSSS S . 1) the design slays. obsessed with everything about him 2) they shouldnt bring him back but also they should bring him back. for me. ive convinced myself of the existence of the diego & lana & simon prison prosecutor trio and i need capcom to validate me they would be so . something together. mainly funny 3) to be honest there are some people i would attack through the screen over their terrible diego opinions. truly. like sorry but if you hate him i dont think we can be friends and some of you are truly beyond help. tbh i think half the reason they hate him so much is because 1) hes the Big Scary Brown Man whos soooooo mean to their poor uwu bean phoenix and 2) all of his important relationships are with women so they cant yaoi him off in a corner . ANYWAYS . hes everything to me i love his self-destructive mental illness swag which prompts him to lash out at the people around him and make terrible decisions which needlessly negatively impact like everybody he gets involved with in any capacity post coma. hes not stupid he just needs severe psychiatric help <3 i think he shouldve killed misty twice <- no hate against misty i also love her mental illness swag but i also support everything diego does unconditionally

dahlia:

tldr: dahlia should get to kill and ruin whoevers lives she wants i support her unconditionally (no this does not conflict with my diego opinions. i can hold multitudes) un-tldr: to be honest her in-game writing kind of sucks (spectacular essay written on this here, which frankly puts it better than i ever could. thats the problem with this part im trying to think of opinions that arent covered in that but like it really hits all of them) but nonetheless as a notable fan of the Fey Family Period Drama how could i not love dahlia given that shes like one of the key pieces of evidence of the mass destruction that the current system in kurain causes to everybody it touches. "wahhh she was just Born Evil" not listening dont care. people also hate her for being mean to phoenix i think but i dont care about that either they just hate to see a girlboss winning. or losing tbh because thats like 80% of what dahlia did. but like still the spirit is there. also to be honest it kills me that we got like no elaboration on her relationship with iris because thats like actually SO interesting its so interesting but we get NOTHINGGGGGGGGG because the aa writers hate dahlia and they hate ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but anyways yeah if dahlia wants to maim and kill well then i support her #feminism #womensupportingwomen #terrymightnothavebeenamurderer #buthesurewasapedophile!

#ask game answers #anon #THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU thank you <3

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Ok so i want to ask a genuine question here, i am being as sincere as i can and im wondering what the answer to this may be:

In what world, is siding with nazis and fascists a normal thing to do when upset about a group? (In this case trans people). In what way does siding with genocidal monsters make sense when you're "enemy" are people who just want to be treated with baseline human respect?

I mean look at Rowling, she's gone and sided with matt walsh, a literal self proclaimed fascist, the organization he's apart of is spewing genocidal rhetoric, hell they defended kanye while he was being openly antisemitic.

I just wonder why theres never any introspection here, surely you must be aware that what you want will lead to genocide. Surely the knowledge that your beliefs are shared by people who want you dead as well should be some kind of giveaway shouldnt it?

(I was going to anon this but fuck it ig, i dont much care this has been on my mind for a bit now)

Damn, you're obsessed, aren't you? You just can't handle women disagreeing with you and try to guilt-trip them and act like you're oppressed for being a GNC male with a fetish when everyone is now kissing the asses of you people and you get more protection than actual women do. You think people disgreeing with your lifestyle means they want you dead? Oh please. Spare me the tired old narcisstic whining. At least more people are waking up slowly but surely because of the nonsense going on, lately, with so-called "transwomen" and their activists. I think people should be able to defend themselves from violent misogynistic males regardless of their "gender identity". If they're going to prey on and threaten women, then they deserve the consequences. If they're going to attack gay men and lesbians for their same-sex attraction or try to force them to have sex with them, they deserve the consequences. Being "trans" shouldn't be a free pass to get away with shit, but it is, now. "Transwomen", especially violent ones like sex offenders, don't belong in women's prisons.

I bet you can't even cite any of those claims. J.K. Rowling never said she hated trans people and said she accepts them, but not predatory transwomen and that she thinks their female rape victims shouldn't be forced to address them as female. Everyone who claims she hates trans people in general can't actually give any proof.

I've already shown you how conservatism aligns with trans identites, but you ignore and keep deflecting to protect your misogynistic porn brain rot fetish, Mr. "horn-meister demon trans lady" (BTW, "meister" is masculine). Go bother someone else. 🖕

#rape mention

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scarsmood · 2 years

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Me: pulling up 7-8 year old discourse with opinons that are of course 7-8 years old

Followers: thanks y’all *reblogs gatekeeping rhetoric unironically*

Me:….no thats. Wait. Please.

Don’t get me wrong everything I’ve reblogged is really interesting but also I definitely couldn’t say any of it is good advice for present day otherkinity. Remember these stances most likely helped fuel a fire for the intense seperation we see between kff and otherkin today. Which is a win I’m sure in some books but in mine its a little less ideal.

The issue I’m seeing still with this rhetoric is it does create in and out clubs. Thats fine in theory but you can see how quickly people use the exact same rhetoric to throw several labels under the bus. For example. Clinical lycanthropy was illegitimate, complex traumatic identities were illigetitmate, more casual fictionkin were illigeitimate, concept, plant, architecturekin were all illegitimate. This happened by using sweeping statements that lacked nauance and parroting them to the point where people dont understand why fluffkin, kinnies, kin are bad.

Coping linking arguements are really interesting to me. Because its a very easy way to delegitimaize someones identity even if their otherkin. I would like to find someone who was bold enough to metaphorically put their dick on the table and say outloud they are trying to just get someone to shut up. Furthermore it seems like some opinons at the time were flexible enough to throw an identity under the bus. lets say your plantkin. The line of logic may be. “Thats not normal, you may be mentally ill, perhaps…even coping with something”

It should be obvious why speaking for someome is a bad idea or making assumptions about someones identity is particularly harmful. I also feel like people that want to engage in modern day discourse seriously need to see these interactions before talking about shit cause I’ll see new otherkin think its okay to be more gatekeepy, it is not new or cool. Infact the running theme between 8+ years ago and now is someone feels illegitmate about their kintype because it presents in an atypical way that hasnt been documented well, has been memed previously (kin lists that are unironic seems to give some otherkin intense distress having that many kintypes and feel like their a kinnie despite it being genuine) you get the idea.

The more I learn the more I definitely side with a person to person basis of getting to know someone and their identity. I’m at a point where I think defending “as” is pretty important but thats about all I can say gatekeeping should be. Literally just “as”

My personal hope for modern day otherkinity would basically be “you identify as? Very cool carry on” and thats it boi. Because reading “kinnie” blogs (lighthearted but genuine otherkinity) from 6-7 years ago sure has me fucked up. Despite having the same experience as the rest of the community its apparent they felt 100% unwelcome and miserable mainly sticking to fandoms instead of otherkin communities. Which is. Really fucking sad to me. Because there is 0 reason that should be the case.

Support your fellow friends! Support your hallwaykin, flowerkin, voidkin. People with unstable identites, people with long kintype lists. Support delusional otherkin, otherkin with mental illnesses, otherkin that are apart of systems. There is so much variation in the community it is really better to just not have a “legit and unlegit” kintype list lol. “How could someone be a door otherkin?” Someone out there can answer that question and heres the thing.

It is definitely not our place to force someone to prove its an experience. It stiffles creativity and hurts our own community. Idk about y’all but I am seriously here to get hyped a doorkin found a metal door hinge that matches their kintype. That kind of conversation is good for the community.

I still need to collect more “kinnie” and adjacent stances from 7-8 years ago. From what little I’ve seen it definitely distresses me how someone who has issues i to struggle with to feel so alone and hurt. Very sad. Very upsetting. I think due to my own implicit bias i may add “kinnie” experiences as well. Because often the way these people described their experiences subjugated them to harrassment and labeled as kinnies. Despite identifying “as” and not “with” they were still considered fake. The 2 kinnie adjacent blogs ive found both had to turn off asks at some point or another because otherkin were telling them to get fucked for saying their undertale sanskin for example.

So. Y’all don’t reblog old debates and pretend its a modern day discourse that is 100% totally legitimate. If you find yourself agreeing with gatekeeping rhetoric you may want to re-evaluate how your defining otherkin. Because i dont think i could stand by anything thats been reblogged yet and say yes this isnt harmful in some way.

#yall worry me sometimes

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