#we all have biological things that are just straight up stupid

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Hi! I apologize if you've spoken abt this already, bur how come ruts aren't really a thing in the UtR verse? Anton mentioned he's never had one, and they're very rare - is there a biological reason for it? Did Gary ever have one? (Starting to see what he is like during regular sex, I feel like he'd commit actual murder-by-cock during ruts fjfnfjnfjf) Anyway, love your writing to bits!!

Hi anon!

So I'm gonna write an essay, buckle up (I always write an essay on this stuff, I can't help it, I signed a contract at birth that said I would)

Firstly, ruts are sort of a 'new invention' in the omegaverse landscape. And by new I mean I'm really old and some people don't remember omegaverse without it. But I sure do! Only omegas went into heat, because heat indicated hyperfertility, and alphas were already hyperfertile without a rut. That was the whole point. You know, that's why they make such a perfect match. Hyperfertile mate meet hyperfertile mate.

They didn't need a rut.

Ruts came along later, and honestly in most of the fiction I've read that have them, ruts are very rarely written, and are often more like a threat hanging in the background. A sort of 'lol make sure you have food and water because like people go to hospital if they're in rut / heat at the same time.' Literal just about fuck-or-die situation. Or fuck-and-die. Probably more like fuck-and-who-cares-about-anything-else.

Anyone who has ever fucked a lot in a marathon session knows that eventually you just need carbs. *coughs*

Ruts are conceptually a TON of fun to think about. It's like authors went 'you know what hyperfertile alphas need? Something like a heat, that also makes them completely out of control.'

The thing is... alphas could already go completely out of control around an omega for a lot of reasons. It happened in fated mates stories. It happened in 'an omega is in heat and I just can't help it' (oh bless all those noncon omegaverse stories we have which are literally 'you just smelled so good you had to be mine'). A lot of the things ruts are supposed to achieve, already can easily be achieved in omegaverse.

Conceptually, ruts can be interesting as 'the alpha is also super vulnerable and helpless and needy during this time' but it's almost never written that way and it's not how I like to think about it. And in terms of worldbuilding, the places where it's made the most sense has almost always been as a dystopian thing that's almost dreaded by both the alphas and omegas (and everyone else) alike, and is just as much likely to be controlled by suppressants as heats, because no one likes to turn into an Automatic robot rapist. (Even though that's basically what many alphas become if they smell an omega in heat, I'm not saying ruts are the Department of Redundancy Deparment or anything, but they're a little bit like City of Redundancy in the shire of Redundancy population Already Covered In General Omegaverse tropes in the country of But It's Fun Anyway continent of Redundant.)

I love reading stories with rut worldbuilding but I have to suspend my disbelief so hard. And I know, I know, you kind of have to do that with omegaverse anyway, but there just comes a point where it's like 'but...the heat...triggers a response in alphas...thats mean a rut...is not needed...because that's what the heat does.' In some ways it takes some power and strength away from the symbolism of the omega's heat (romantically it's very interesting as the trope that renders the often hypermasculine character as so helpless to the omega that they basically have to have sex with them (guess what a rut is? Same same not different! Okay it can be different. It's often not though.))

As a result, I personally like worldbuilding that differentiates a general alpha response to an omega's heat, to a rut. And therefore if a rut is the more extreme version of a general 'must fuck' alpha response, it's likely to go pretty not...great. Much like unfulfilled heats are often characterised as agonising, I like to think of ruts are potentially very fatal. (Warning! Warning! The hypermasculinity levels are critical, boss! He's gonna blow! This time his heart! Not his cock!)

The worldbuilding mentioned in the chapter you're referring to - in the Underline the Rainbow universe - states that ruts are vestigial. It's killed too many alphas who have experienced it.

It basically knocked itself out of the genetic line, in the same way that peak alphas are going the same way because people just don't do great living like that in a functional society.

Also consider the...setting of the story if you will. This is a place where we're rehabilitating omegas and helping them recover from extreme trauma. The professional response to 'I go into rut all the time' alpha companion candidates is 'see a health professional, you can never ever ever ever ever be a companion here, because we...care about our omegas, and don't think your rut takes precedent over their health during a heat. Go away.'

None of these alphas go into rut! None of them should! It would be terrible from a story perspective (I mean, for me. I'm writing trauma recovery).

The only alpha on the grounds who potentially could go into rut is Caleb, I think he has the disposition for it. And I think it would be speedily suppressed with heavy doses of medication for the safety of any omega near him.

The thing that really frustrates me from a worldbuilding perspective is that in some ways, heats make sense. It's a fertile period for an animal that cannot afford the physiological cost of being that fertile all the time. That's it. In humans who already have menstrual cycles (which create fertility windows so the woman or person with the uterus doesn't have to be consistently fertile the same amount all the time), this makes actual biological sense.

Ruts in omegaverse don't even mean what they mean in nature, it's so frustrating. In nature, ruts are sort of connected to mates, but not about fucking them endlessly most of the time. It's about competing with rivals. Going into rut is marking your territory, attacking fellow stags (sometimes to the death), and keeping hold of your herd or flock. This makes...much less biological sense. It's not how it's written in fiction most of the time, and it's really just 'what if heat but alpha.' I'd love if ruts were 'HHH I have to FIGHT every ALPHA I SEE to the DEATH or at least MEASURE MY HEIGHT against HIS or SHOUT to see whose VOICE is LOUDER we are DICK MEASURING NOW my dick is BIGGER I am going to FUCK AN OMEGA IN TRIUMPH. YOU! THERE! COME HERE! No wait where are you going? Stop running!' That's... that's the world I want to live in sdalkfjsaflksaj

I have no problems with that, most omegaverse is just pure mindless pornography for fun, or very thin worldbuilding for fun, and orgasms are had by many and it achieves it's purpose.

But I can't justify something like that making sense in the Underline the Rainbow as a thing these characters experience. I like it as a 'oh this used to happen but we couldn't just go around killing each other and also we died so...' I'm pretty sure it's taught about in schools, lol. In the same way that alphas dueling each other to the death is now pretty much illegal in most places, some things you either just culturally change for the betterment of society (which is...literally the purpose of Hillview), and some things you X out of your own genetic lineages because the thing itself kills you.

Since ruts are in most serious omegaverses presented as extreme events, and alphas are already hyperfertile (in worlds where betas exist), they're just redundant.

Fun in PWPs, and fun for angst, but not the kind of angst I'm personally going for.

Thanks for coming to my really-not-a-TED Talk! :D

(Er so no, Gary has never gone into rut).

(In webtoon Define the Relationship one of the alphas goes into rut but because he's like a submissive alpha he basically needs to be fucked like he's in heat by another alpha and I just actually do kind of love the subversion of 'what if heat but alpha' where it's like 'no literally what if they have to be knotted and they have a whole bunch of shame about that.' But almost no one is writing it that way so aslkfjdsa)

#asks and answers #pia on worldbuilding #underline the rainbow #underline the black #look omegaverse is very silly and you can do whatever you like in it #that's what makes it fun #but i love science and i just... #if the heat already makes the alpha able to fuck for days #why a rut? #like biologically what purpose is this fulfilling? #if an alpha is already protective of an omega if they smell fear or hurt pheromones then #why have a rut? #biologically what purpose is that fulfilling? #i have given things like that a lot of thought and to be fair not everything makes sense #we all have biological things that are just straight up stupid #that we keep because they kill us less than they don't do anything at all #but ruts aren't like that #and can't really last in any human society (as they're generally written) #they are the appendix of omegaverse tropes #they can do *something* *sometimes* #but once they're gone the rest of the tropes function just fine and do the same things without it sdflkjasd

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Hi crazy Johnny with a single mam anon back because im insane and have brainrot and am seriously contemplating writing it bcus i feel compelled by the power of Christ (Johnny’s cock) to write something pervy and nasty and creepy but ultimately sweet but im also just braindumping and sharing bcus not enough johnny content floating around I fear so have to pull up my bootstraps and do it myself (this is so long ceil im so very sorry)

anyways so I think this is sooo much hotter if Johnny is either on a prolonged medical discharge or he’s been forced into retirement for one reason or another (because then can keep an eye on you lol) he and like this has been touched on before but he’s just got. nothing to fucking do. And holy hell he’s going crazy. He needs something to do. So his silly, terribly adjusted brain latches onto the poor single mam next door who DEFINITELY needs his help.

Im a sucker for forced codependency. You, who thinks you’re doing great on your own, versus ‘can’t handle this all on yer own, eh little lass?’ Johnny MacTavish. He’s SO fucking subtle about it. Commenting on how hard it must be to have to raise a baby all your own, and gods love you just look knackered here let me take the bairn for a bit. He comes round and makes little comments about your house being messy (disorganised, but not messy) and immediately starts ‘sympathising’ because you just mustn’t have time to clean up but it’s important to keep hazards out the way of the baby, here he’ll *help*.

Never questions your ability as a mother, god no, just slyly drops suggestions that you’re not coping as well as you thought. And it fucking NAGS at you. And eventually, you start going to Johnny more and more for help. I honestly think he would cause problems in your flat (fixable ones, like fucking up the electrics or messing around with the pipes but stuff he knows he can fix) so you either have to A. Move in with him temporarily or B. Have to ask him to fix them. Eventually just says that your landlords a cunt for letting you live in a shithole and insists you just move in with him permanently. You do (it’s not really up for debate).

He doesn’t use condoms. I’m sorry he just doesn’t, but he will TELL you that he does- especially the first time you have sex. You’re all worried because ‘oh god Johnny I’m not on birth control I just put it off after I had the baby and we didn’t use a condom-‘ and he’s immediately tucking you into his chest and stroking your hair and shushing you ‘divvint be daft lass, course i wrapped it up, stupid thing just broke. Did ye not realise? Must’ve been heat o’ the moment, don’t worry yer little heed about it alright? Johnny’s here.” and kisses you on your hair and lulls you into sleep. Adamantly denies whispering about how pretty you’re gonna look pregnant as if he’s trying to subliminal you into pregnancy. lol.

Will legally adopt your baby. Like he’ll suggest it, straight up. And you’re probably a bit taken aback because it’s only been six months but he is insistent. This is probably the catalyst for his ‘im the biological dad’ delusions. Once he’s down as the father he’s actually losing his mind a little. Can imagine Simon or Gaz popping round to check up on Johnny on their next leave and suddenly he has a family and they’re actually a little concerned because when Gaz makes a comment about the baby’s being cute Johnny’s like ‘Yeah we did a good job, didn’we lass?” and between the two of them there’s just silence because johnny this is not your baby but they can see that slightly deranged look in his eyes. Defo asks about all the heavy details of your pregnancy and labour and the first few months so he can pretend like he was actually there for it and will talk about it as if he were actually there (extra bonus points if Gaz actually pulls you aside in the kitchen and asks about Johnny’s behaviour and tells you to be careful LMAO).

So yeah anyways.

PLEASE WRITE THIS IM BEGGING YOU!!!!!! im screaming at that last bit i need this so bad please......i don't ask for much but i swear to god please write this for me. this idea was designed in a lab to inflict the maximum amount of psychic damage on me. please write this and i will happily beta/edit it for you if you need any help omg

#john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap cod #soap x you #soap x reader #cod x reader #cod mw2

[pink-sparkly-witch]

All She Wants, Part Three (Finale)

Summary: Dean’s experience with the wrong hormone suppressants makes him feral. The only person who can get him out of it and save his life is Y/N, the omega he had been mating with for years until she left six months ago. Without a claim and with no prospects of Dean ever giving her one, Y/N finally had enough and broke the bond they’d forged in their years together and left him, but with Sam now begging her to go to Dean and save his life, will she go, or will she leave the green-eyed alpha to his biological fate?

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: Alpha Gone Feral for @j3bingo

Warnings: tw: dub con claiming, omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, language, ruts, feral alpha, agitation, aggression, smut, rough sex, biting, oral sex (f rec), fingering, p in v sex, hair pulling, heavy angst, aftercare, fluff

Word Count: 4.1k

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Y/N’S POV

The knocking on your motel room door startles you, and you grab your gun from the waistband of your jeans and cautiously step towards the door. Flicking the safety off, you place the barrel onto the wood and cautiously open it just enough to see who’s on the other side.

“Sam? Cas?” you gasp, throwing the door open wider.

“You should be more careful, Y/N. We could be demons or shapeshifters or any other kind of monster,” Cas speaks first, and you blink at him, amused, as always, by his directness.

“Nice to see you, too, Cas,” you smirk, opening the door wider to let them in.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam says as he leans down to hug you. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too, Sam,” you smile as you close the door behind them. You know whatever this unplanned visit is, it’s about Dean.

“You seem healthy,” Cas states, tilting his head to the side and frowning as if searching for something. “And yet—”

“So!” Sam interrupts quickly. “How have you been?”

“Fine…” You narrow your eyes at the alpha’s strange behaviour. “This isn’t a social visit, is it?” You finally ask.

“No,” Cas confirms, and you don’t know if you’re glad he’ll get straight to the point or if you’d prefer Sam to dance around it all a little more.

“Dean.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. You knew from the way your stomach dropped the second you saw them that this wasn’t a good news visit.

“I asked Cas to find you,” Sam said softly.

You and the younger Winchester have stayed in touch since you left the bunker, but you agreed you wouldn’t tell him where you were, and he wouldn’t ask. It was one thing for Dean to find out they were talking, but it’d be another entirely if he knew Sam knew where she was.

“What happened?” Your mind goes to the worst possible scenario, and you try to fight the rising nausea. 

“Dean has been taking store bought suppressants,” Sam says, and you feel your blood boil.

“What? Why? Why would he be so goddamn stupid? Did he know what they’d do to an alpha in his situation?” you fume at the men as you pace the threadbare carpet.

“No. He knew they weren’t suitable long-term, but the side effects he experienced weren’t typical,” Cas answered.

“I thought it was a mix of the drugs and rejection sickness and that it’d ease over time,” Sam says calmly and quietly. “But I think he suffered some kind of chemical reaction to them, and by the time I found out what he was taking, it was too late.”

“Too late? Sam, what are you saying?” You’re terrified of what he’s so anxious to tell you.

“He’s feral, Y/N,” Cas finally puts you out of your misery, and while it’s bad news, it’s not the worst thing they could’ve told you. “But I don’t understand why you are not.”

It’s not an accusation. The angel is just curious about alphas who mate with but don’t claim omegas. To his literal knowledge, an alpha finds an omega, they mate, there’s a claim, an unbreakable bond, and pups. Your situation with Dean had always intrigued the celestial being.

“Because I’ve been taking the suppressants I should. Prescribed by a doctor. Why didn’t he do the same thing?” Contrary to the angel’s question, yours is accusatory as you look between Sam and Cas.

“You know what he’s like, Y/N. He doesn’t talk about these things, and I didn’t know until a few days ago. He’s been overcome with guilt for how he treated you, and I think…” Sam trails off, noticing from the look on your face that you know what he was alluding to.

“You think this is some kind of self-sacrifice?” you ask in disbelief. Dean is well known for his self-depreciation, and it’s something you’ve seen and heard from him many times, but this? “No… No, I don’t believe that. Why would he put himself through that just to go feral anyway? Why not just lie down and let it happen on its own?”

“You really want me to answer that?” Sam asks, and you frown.

“Sam, you can’t be serious! Dean is not doing this to punish himself for hurting me. There’s no way,” you argue, but you know the green-eyed alpha better than he knows himself. It does sound like something he’d do to himself—some kind of fucked up repentance for his behaviour.

Sam only shrugs, and you sigh, knowing you’ve both come to the same conclusion.

“So, what? You want me to go to him? Get him out of this mess?”

“You’re his mate. Only you can get him back from this,” Cas says, and you laugh bitterly, taking the angel by surprise.

“I bet Dean loves that!” you scoff. “Anytime I told him that like it or not, we’re mates, he shot me down in flames!”

“I know he hurt you, and I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, and Dean knows it too. He told me not to look for you. That he doesn’t deserve your help, but I’m asking you to think about it. Please?”

“I don’t know, Sam. If I go to him, you know what it means, right?” you check, not convinced either of them fully understand what they’re asking of you.

“I do,” Sam responds.

“And you know it’s pretty much a done deal that he’ll claim me in his feral haze? And then when he comes to, he’ll regret it and reject me? You’re asking me to sacrifice myself for him? Because I won’t survive his rejection, you both know that, right?”

“He’d never reject you, Y/N,” Cas confirms what you know in your heart, but it brings no comfort.

“Oh, because a forced claim and being stuck with someone who doesn’t want me is a better fate than dying from rejection!”

“He does want you. He loves you. He just can’t—” Sam starts, but you interrupt with a scoff.

“Give me what I want. I know, Sam. He’s told me that so many times it’s imprinted in my memory!” You huff, quickening your pacing.

You want to say no. You want to protect yourself and your fragile heart that’s still trying to heal, but you know if you were the feral one, Dean would already be here, doing everything he could to get you through it—even claiming you just so you’d survive.

He doesn’t deserve to die, and yet, you don’t deserve to be someone’s mistake, but you can’t see any other option. If you don’t go to him, he’ll die. If you go to him, and he doesn’t reject you, you’ll be miserable, but you’ll both be alive.

“Fuck!” you yell in frustration. Once again, you feel that self-loathing that only Dean seems able to bring out of you. You hate yourself because you still love him even after everything, and you’d sacrifice everything to save him.

“Where is he?”

Walking up to the secluded cabin, you shiver at the deathly silence surrounding you. As if being this deep in the woods isn’t ominous enough, there isn’t even a bird chirping or an insect buzzing in the heavy air.

You’re so deep in the woods that the midday sun can’t even breach the trees. You drove as close as you could, but you’d had to abandon your car about a mile back. This is probably the safest house Bobby had ever found, and you have to admire Dean for choosing this one to hide out in.

Sam had given you the key. At first, you’d been shocked he’d lock Dean in with no way to escape, but you knew feral alphas aren’t to be taken lightly. There had been cases of ferals going on murder sprees, and the green-eyed hunter would never risk putting people in any kind of danger.

“Dean?” you call out as you knock on the door. “It’s Y/N. Sam found me. He said you need my help.” With no response, you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for being too late, and put the key in the lock.

Pushing the door open slowly, the sour smell of Dean’s feral rut slams into you, and immediately your body begins to respond to the distressed alpha. Your skin tingles, heat floods your veins, and slick pools at your entrance. You’ve never been more grateful for a heat to come on as you are now. If it didn’t, Dean could seriously hurt or even kill you trying to get himself out of this.

“Omega,” Dean growls from the doorway of the bedroom and with one look at his bloodshot eyes, you know there’s little to no humanity in him right now.

“Alpha,” you whimper and bow your head in submission.

“Mine,” he groans in front of you, and you jump, having not heard him move across the room.

Dean buries his head in your neck and inhales your scent, gasping as if he’d been suffocating, and your scent is his oxygen.

“My ‘mega,” Dean snarls and slams you against the wooden door. You whimper at the pain and remind yourself not to fight. If you fight, things could get ugly.

Pawing at your jeans, he tries to undo them, but in his desperation to get at you, he can’t grasp the little brass button and punches the wall next to your head in frustration.

“Hey,” you purr, placing a hand on his cheek and smiling as he leans into your touch, “It’s okay, Alpha. Let me.”

Loosening the button and pulling the zipper down, you kick off your shoes, slide the denim from your legs and step out of them. Moving to your shirt, you begin pulling at the material when Dean slaps your hands away.

“No!” he growls. “Mine.”

Dean isn’t gentle when he claws at your shirt, grabbing the neckline with both hands and ripping the cotton from your body. The groan that rumbles from his belly when your lace-covered breasts are exposed to his gaze has slick soaking through your underwear.

He wastes no time placing his lips on the tops of your breasts, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, marking you in a way he never has before. Dean pulls the cups of your bra down and quickly finds a hard nipple, and you groan from his overzealous assault.

You whine as the alpha pulls away from you, but before you can complain further, Dean lifts you on his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom.

“Strip,” he orders as he places you back on your feet, and you don’t dare disobey or take your time removing your bra and panties. 

“Good girl,” he praises as he takes his clothes off, and you wonder if just being here is making him a little less feral. “Get on the bed, Omega.”

Again, you don’t dare take your time and quickly crawl onto the bed and wait for his next instruction. Dean kneels at the bottom of the bed, pulls you down by your ankles, and pushes your knees down to the mattress.

“Mine,” he growls as the scent of your slick reaches him, and he lowers his head between your legs. He’s not gentle, anything but, and his longer stubble scratches and jabs at your soft, sensitive skin. It’s sore, yet you quickly fall apart on his mouth.

Before you fully come down from your high, Dean’s fingers are inside you, and he’s sucking and biting his way up your body. When this is over, your skin will be an interesting spectrum of colour; you can already see patches of red on your breasts from earlier, and Dean’s not done with them yet as he goes back to sucking and biting your nipples.

As your forced heat takes over, the pain from Dean’s bites and rough hands ease, and all you can feel and hear now is desire and pleasure and growls and snarls, and Dean, mumbling mine over and over again while his teeth nip at your neck.

“Present, Omega,” Dean growls as he pulls back from your body just enough to let you turn around. You crawl further up the bed and lean forward onto your elbows. You unintentionally wiggle your ass as you get comfortable in your new position, making Dean growl deeply and spank your round cheeks.

You feel his hands slide up your thighs and over your ass. His touch soothes and cools your heated skin. When he finally slams into your slick, aching pussy, it’s hard, rough, and deliciously painful.

Dean is fully feral, and there’ll be no stopping him until he comes out of the rut in five or six days. You know it won’t be pretty, and you won’t come out of this unscathed. At least your heat is making you feel like a wanton whore.

As your humanity is overtaken by omega, much like Dean’s is with alpha, your last thought is being grateful for being in a cabin in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere.

It’s been six days, and Dean still pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow. Your heat is starting to wane, but hasn’t subsided so much that you won’t still be pliable under his hands. Still, at least the heat fog is beginning to lift, and you hope it’s a sign that Dean’s rut is finally ending.

It took four knots to get him out of his feral state, but his rut is intense, and he’s insatiable. You suppose the combination of suppressants and being feral will do that to an alpha. 

“‘Mega,” Dean grunts as his hand slides up your spine and grips your neck. “So good for me, baby girl.”

His praise makes you purr, and you feel his hand slide from your neck into your hair and wrap his fist around it, making your body turn to jelly. Dean tugs your hair, and you’re forced to raise to your knees, your back pressed against his chest, and he pulls your head to the side by your hair, exposing your neck to him.

It’s already black and blue from the gnawing he’s been doing there this past week, but this is different. He’s scenting you and licking your mating gland and whining. Dean loves licking and kissing your neck, but not like this. It feels different. There’s a change in the atmosphere, and his thrusts are brutal and stuttered.

You try to move, try and get him away from you, but he snarls and yanks your hair painfully, keeping a hold of it so you can’t move.

“Dean,” you whimper, and he snarls again at the use of his name, and you know he’s not as far out of this rut as you’d hoped. “Alpha, please,” you beg, but it’s useless. He’s too far gone again. His mouth is sucking on your mating gland, and he’s growling and grunting as his knot swells and catches at your entrance.

“Please don’t do it, Alpha. It’s just the rut. You don’t want this… you don’t want me, please!” you cry. But as his knot slips inside, locking you together, your head falls back on his shoulder, and when his teeth break your skin, you scream your release and lose the little self-control you had earlier.

Coming down from your high, you notice that Dean is still latched onto you, and you can feel blood dripping down your neck. The sudden rush of hormones and pheromones from the claim makes you reach another orgasm, and this time, you take the alpha with you. Grunting and growling, Dean’s release coats your walls, and you let the blackness take over.

When you come to, you’re on your side, and Dean is cleaning and soothing the wound on your neck with gentle licks and soft kisses. You’re still locked together, and every twitch of his cock catches your G-spot and fills your womb with even more of his seed.

A brief thought that he could’ve gotten you pregnant crosses your mind, and you hope the fates aren’t so cruel as to have this be when you get your wish of pups; not like this.

The last week finally catches up with you, and the lullaby of Dean’s whines and whimpers, combined with his soft kisses, lull you into a deep sleep.

The sun’s warmth on your face begins to wake you from sleep. Your muscles feel heavy, and Dean’s lips caress your back and shoulders.

“Morning, Omega,” he rasps behind you, sliding a warm hand over your hip, and a pang of dread settles in your stomach. You’re tired, every muscle in your body is screaming at you, and your pussy is in agony from a week of rough pounding and knots courtesy of the alpha pulling you closer to his body. If he’s still not out of this rut, you don’t think you’ll survive another round.

“Don’t worry,” Dean chuckles. “I’m not feral anymore, and the rut has gone.”

You’re confused, wondering how he knew what you were thinking. You don’t think you groaned. In fact, you’re pretty sure you didn’t even move. Your body is too sore to even tense up.

Then you remember Dean claimed you and that he did it while in a feral rut. 

As your whole world comes crashing down around you, you do the one thing you’d rather die than do in front of Dean.

Cry.

DEAN’S POV

Devastation. That’s all he can feel radiating from the omega next to him. When he woke an hour ago, he’d been happier than ever. The second he claimed Y/N, there was a shift, and all felt right in the world.

He thought—naively, he now realises—Y/N would be happy. It’s what she wanted. What she needed, but the sheer anguish from her tells a different story. The worst part of all this is the shame he feels for claiming her without her consent and the knowledge that now, she’s stuck with him whether she wants to be or not.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay,” Dean tries to soothe her and presses his lips to her shoulder. “Y/N, look at me, please?” She remains on her side, facing away from him and crying, and the alpha in him takes over. His omega is in distress, and he needs to fix it. “Omega, look at me!” he growls lowly, and watches as Y/N obeys his order and timidly rolls onto her back.

Dean’s jaw drops, and he’s disgusted with himself as he takes in her abused torso. There are a couple of bites and bruises on her back and shoulders, but it’s nothing compared to what covers her neck, breasts and stomach. There’s so much bruising that barely any skin has been left unblemished. As he scans further down her body, he can see the same damage over the tops of her thighs and between her legs.

“Baby girl, I’m so sorry. I—” Dean can’t finish; he has no words for what he did to her. He immediately gets out of bed and fills the tub with hot water. There’s only so much he can do for her out here in the cabin, but the safe house is stocked with first aid supplies, medication and dry and tinned food. 

When the tub is full, he shuts off the water and walks back into the bedroom, seeing Y/N still lying on her back and seemingly void of all emotion. Whether it’s on purpose to shut him out or she’s in shock, Dean’s not sure.

Walking over, Dean lifts her from the bed and carries her into the bathroom. He lowers her into the hot water and bathes her gently, mumbling words of comfort, hoping she can hear him and that she can find it in her to forgive him.

Y/N’S POV

After tenderly bathing you, Dean left you to soak in the warm water a little longer, telling you there were clothes in the wardrobe and that he’d make something to eat.

“Please eat with me, omega. You need to get your strength up, and we need to talk,” Dean had begged before he left, closing the door but not fully so he could still keep an eye on you.

He was right; you do need to talk. And eat. You feel weak and lightheaded and desperately in need of something to take away the pain that’s pulsing through every inch of your body.

When the water has lost its warmth, you climb out and wrap yourself in a towel, avoiding the mirror in the corner. Dean’s reaction earlier is enough for you to know you’ll burst into tears if you see it for yourself. And you can’t bear to see his claim on your neck when it was given under duress.

Pulling clothes from the wardrobe, you choose the softest and biggest things you can find. You know from the smell that the sweats and t-shirt are Dean’s, but you’ve always gotten comfort from his scent, and you suspect you’ll get even more from it now.

Coming out of the bedroom, you follow the noise towards the main part of the cabin and find Dean spooning pasta into bowls in the kitchen.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asks, stopping what he’s doing to give you his full attention.

“Sore,” you chuckle, pulling out a stool. You hiss and wince, the throbbing—and not the good kind—between your legs getting worse for a few seconds as you sit.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean… I hate that I was so rough. That I’ve hurt you,” Dean says as he pushes a bowl and fork towards you.

“You were feral, Dean. It’s not your fault,” you reply, and you mean it. It’s really not his fault.

“It is, though, sweetheart. If I had taken the right suppressants, I wouldn’t have gone feral, and I wouldn’t have claimed you without your consent.”

“I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. I’m just sorry you’re stuck with me,” you smile sadly. “And if you want to leave, I get it. I know I’m not what you want—”

“Would you stop saying that?” Dean interrupts. “I do want you. I have always wanted you. I’m scared that tying you to me will put you in danger.” The desperation rolls from him in waves, and you know he’s telling you the truth. You can feel it. “I want you, Omega. I want this. I don’t regret claiming you. I regret doing it against your will, and if you want to leave me… reject me… It’s what I deserve, and I’ll let you walk out of here right now, but please stop saying that I don’t want you, Y/N. You’re all I want.”

The chemical bond you now share with Dean is overwhelming. He feels more deeply than he ever lets on, and regret over the non-consensual claim is putting it mildly. He’s distraught over it, and his feelings are so strong that you can almost hear the thoughts in his head telling him he’s stupid and he’s fucked things up before it’s really started between you. You can’t take it. You can’t let him think you don’t want this too.

“You’re all I want too, Alpha. The reason I got so upset when I realised you could feel how I felt is because it was a rut claim, and we’d be stuck together and miserable and resentful, and I didn’t want that for either of us, but I could never reject you, Dean. I love you too much.”

The relief that washes over him makes you smile, and because of your new bond, you know he knows every word is true.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t admit it before, and I’m sorry I didn’t give you what you wanted sooner.” Dean slides off his stool and comes to your side with a tube of cream in his hand. “Now, let me see that claim. It needs something on it, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head to the side and pull the neck of the shirt down, exposing the angry, swollen bite mark. Dean gently covers the wound with the medicated cream, and you hiss at the sting.

“Sorry, baby girl.” Dean winces, feeling your discomfort as clearly as you can. “Now, eat and then bed, Omega.”

“Just to sleep, right?” you ask, scrunching up your face and wriggling in your seat at the thought of him going anywhere near your pussy for at least a week. “No sex?”

“No sex,” Dean laughs. “You need to rest, sweetheart, so just lots of cuddles and closeness and bonding and sleep.”

THE END

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

well fuck the biological mom— she’s just there to get money for her new kids? wtf

can we get her reaction to all of the kids barreling in? i want to see her being so uncomfortable because not only is batmom a mom but she’s a better mom than she could ever be🤧

You new what they were doing. You weren't stupid. You could hear them all outside the doors- so much for years of stealth training.

Or maybe, you'd hoped they were there. And so they appeared. It didn't matter. What mattered was that the noise and the cheerful bickering took up the empty space.

It filled the chasm between you and the woman in the straight-backed chair, taken aback by how many children there were. And the way that they fussed over you.

Jason refilled your tea and Dick scolded Bruce for not putting your feet up properly. Steph and Tim demanded that you show them your seed starters so they could figure out where to put them. Damian reminded you that you promised to take him shopping... even if you hadn't. And Cass simply contented herself with sitting next to the sofa and fixing your mother with a stare designed to make her squirm. Unreadable. But how dare anyone say you weren't a parent. And Duke, well. He didn't really know what to do so he decided to post up. If Jason went for her throat Dick was going to need extra hands to pull him off.

"My kids," you explain, ruffling Cass's hair affectionately. "Bruce keeps bringing them home."

"I see-" She broke off. Blinking. Wrapping her mind around things- around the fact that you had a full life. Kids. A spouse. "Do they- I mean do they know?"

"That ma's a certified badass?" Jason said, "Yeah."

"Yeah," the rest of them chorus, ready to close ranks. To ice her out. Company manners or no. No one was going to mess with their Cavalry.

"Enough-" Bruce started.

"Let them stay, Bruce?" you ask. It felt better. Having them there. You didn't know if you were ready for them to know more details but- having them where you knew they were safe helped. Knowing that they were willing to do this for you. It helped. "They already know- at least most of the story. As much as they need to know for this."

And one by one, aside from Cass, who's still sitting on the floor where you can stroke her hair- idly raiding it for her after she handed you a couple hair ties- they took seats. And accepted tea from Alfred. Who'd slipped in and discreetly made his presence known.

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[henrioo]

CIS PEOPLE CANNOT DECIDE THE PARAMETERS FOR SOMEONE TO BE TRANS OR NOT

I'M FUCKING TIRED OF A CIS COMING TO ME AND SAYING I'M NOT A MAN BECAUSE I HAVE LONG HAIR, BECAUSE I LIKE DRESSES OR HIGH HEELS

THIS IS MY FUCKING LIFE AND I WILL CHOOSE HOW TO LIVE IT, I WILL CHOOSE HOW I WANT TO BE IDENTIFIED, I HAVE CONTROL OVER MY LIFE, NOT YOU

After this scream I'm going to vent a little because even though I'm a hard rock to break, it doesn't mean that things don't affect me

If they don't hurt me anymore, it will be very difficult for you to hurt me, you know, especially about my trans experience. It's hard enough to offend me, so getting hurt is even harder

But it doesn't mean it doesn't affect me, and it affects and affects me, frustrating me, making me mad at a level where I often question how someone is so stupid

There's this woman (cis straight) and we were from a common group and we became friends, everything was fine, we had similar tastes, etc

But she did something that really irritated me, which was writing Mpreg, if you don't know why this is transphobic, etc. I genuinely don't feel like explaining now, but feel free to send me a message and I'll explain it better later and no, it's not necessarily forbidden to write Mpreg because of this, ok? It's more complicated than it looks

But I ignored it and like I said, mpreg is transphobic but being a writer or artist who uses it doesn't make you one, it's different, you know

But I started to notice the signs, one of the first was how she REFUSED to write trans men when it came to mpreg, she said she simply didn't like it and felt it wasn't her style, She also said that she would much rather have men giving birth through the ass than using a natural biological process that is men giving birth through a vagina

You may not see transphobia in this but it's fucking weird

And then I also started to realize that she was strangely obsessed with gay ships, to the level of just liking them and refusing to imagine them with women or accept other couples

It was also very strange that she EXCLUSIVELY liked gay couples, seriously, both the extreme of only liking LGBT couples and only liking straight couples is problematic, ok?

And now I found out that she also came up with this talk about Yamato being a woman, and I just started to get pissed off because it wasn't just like, oh that's my opinion, She spoke in a way that was like, this is a fucking truth and if you don't believe it, you're seeing something that isn't there

AND HOLY SHIT, WHAT IS THE FUCKING PROBLEM WITH PEOPLE WANTING TO DICTATE WHAT MAKES SOMEONE BE TRANS OR NOT???

WHY DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO SAY THAT A CHARACTER IS NOT TRANS WHEN YOU ARE A FUCKING CIS??? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO BE TRANS

And all her arguments were bullshit about Yamato only being inspired by Oden, what a holy shit it already happened, right, use a real argument, holy shit

I'm just fucking tired of people like this

People who aren't even trans thinking they know what it's like to be trans, who know how trans people manifest themselves and expose themselves

No, no, Yamato took showers with men because he likes Luffy, ahem, of course that was it

No, no, Yamato continued using male pronouns even after saying he no longer wanted to be Oden due to Oda's mistake, of course

No, no, Yamato being called son by Kaido himself which only shows that his father knew and supported, besides showing the rest of the world calling him daughter is not a parallel for trans people who are in the closet and can only come out to their parents and sometimes not even that, Of course not, Oda would never think of that pfft

I'm tired, tired of seeing stupid people, because seriously, a person is not stupid because they don't know something, a person is stupid because they refuse to learn something

And transphobes and homophobes are the stupidest people on the face of the earth because they will always refuse to learn

And besides being funny, it's kind of sad, because they never keep it to themselves, they always need to attack others to prove it

Well I never think anyone reads my huge posts but I like to vent on them because I like tumblr

So my dear trans colleague, don't be discouraged, don't be afraid, don't give up

Because you are a star that will still shine brightly in this sky and these idiots will be far below you, millions of light years away, seeing only an illusion of your light, because you will be so badass and so brilliant, that they won't be able to come close to admire your true light

#one piece #henri talk #onepiece #yamato is trans #one piece yamato #fuck transphobes #transgender #transisbeautiful #transmasc #lgbtqia #trans community #im furious #fuck cis people

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Six

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Six: You should go back to Your Coffin, Lady

Summary: (Y/N) meets an old friend of Lucifer's and instantly knows trouble is on its way. They are correct.

            (Y/N) pursed their lips as they walked into the Penthouse living room to see a woman in white lounging on the couch. Em paused behind them and made a face. The pair exchanged a look. Lucifer was spiraling. So far he’d just been moping around the Penthouse and lying around in his bathrobe pining after Chloe, and that was fine, he needed to process his feelings, but now he had a random woman in the penthouse. He hadn’t done that in a while since he had (Y/N) to look after. This was a bad sign, and Em and (Y/N) both knew it.

            “Hey, Dad,” said (Y/N), clearing their throat and looking warily at the woman. “What’s all this?”

            “I’m not sure myself,” said Lucifer, but he still handed a drink to the woman. “I found her downstairs.”

            “And so you brought her up here?” Lucifer wasn’t making any sense, and he almost never did, so this was a new, concerning, low.

            “Hi,” said the woman, standing and smiling. “Who are you?”

            (Y/N) eyed her warily.

            “This is (Y/N), my kid,” said Lucifer.

            The woman’s eyes widened. “You have a child?”

            “Well, they’re not—they’re fostered,” said Lucifer. (Y/N) was undoubtedly his child, even if not biologically.

            “Fostered?” repeated the woman in confusion.

            “It means he takes care of me like we were biologically related,” said (Y/N), eyeing the woman suspiciously. It was strange that she’d have no idea what the idea of fostering was.

            “Oh.” The woman blinked. “I never expected Lucifer would do something like that. He never seemed to like kids.”

            “Well, it has been quite some time,” said Lucifer.

            Em raised a hand. “Boss, who is she?” Clearly, Lucifer already knew her.

            “I’m Eve,” said the woman.

            There was a pause, and Em and (Y/N) stared.

            “As in Eve Eve? Adam and Eve Eve?” said Em.

            “His name is still first?” Eve pouted.

            “…Aren’t you dead?” said (Y/N).

            “Precisely my question,” said Lucifer. “What are you doing back here on Earth? How are you here on Earth?”

            “Found a way out of Heaven,” said Eve, shrugging and taking a sip of her drink.

            “Oh, great, helpful,” muttered (Y/N). They had bad vibes about this. Even if Eve wasn’t there to cause trouble, she definitely would. Celestials and everyone else related to the Bible always ended up causing (Y/N) problems.

            “I didn’t think that was possible for humans,” said Em.

            “What can I say? I’ve always been a bit of a rule breaker,” said Eve, batting her eyes at Lucifer knowingly.

            (Y/N) pretended to throw up, and Em made a grossed-out face.

            “So I flew the coop,” said Eve. “Next thing I knew, I was waking up in a dusty old tomb. So I caught a plane, came straight to LA.”

            You should go back to your coffin, lady, thought (Y/N).

            “Right…” Even Lucifer, lord of all stupidity, was looking at Eve in confused wonder. “And…Adam? Where’s that barrel of laughs?”

            “Still up there,” said Eve. “Where everyone is always so…happy.”

            “But not you,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms.

            Eve shrugged. “I always felt like something was missing.” She sighed. “People always forget I didn’t choose Adam. I was created for him. Turns out, an arranged existence kind of takes the spark out of things. We-we got along just fine, but I don’t think he ever really loved me. The real me, you know.” She smiled sadly at Lucifer.

            Oh, no. Em and (Y/N) glanced at each other and then Lucifer. He looked a little too understanding.

            “It hurts not being accepted for who you are,” said Lucifer bitterly.

            Oh, damn it, thought (Y/N), nearly groaning. He’s diving headfirst into stupidity.

            “I would imagine,” said Lucifer, recovering quickly.

            “Dad, I’m going to tell Linda if you keep talking like that,” said (Y/N) sharply. In front of Eve they sure as hell weren’t going to be soft and talk about Chloe, but they weren’t going to let Lucifer spiral.

            “You know, I-I’ve been in Heaven longer than any other human. And let me tell you, Paradise can get a little predictable,” sighed Eve. “So…I started meeting every new soul that was coming through those Pearly Gates, just taking in all their stories, you know? About everything that was going on down here. And then, then I realized something huge, Luce.”

            Luce?

            (Y/N) and Em exchanged a look for the third time that night. They didn’t like this.

            “What I truly desire most can only be found down here,” said Eve.

            “And what you truly desire is to deal with LA? Have you seen the traffic?” said (Y/N).

            “What I truly desire is excitement!” said Eve brightly. “You know, thrills!”

            Oh, dear God, why do I have to put up with this? thought (Y/N).

            “Just some good old-fashioned fun,” said Eve. “I’m due a lifetime or two of it.”

            “So you’re telling me you came all this way just to party?” said Lucifer.

            Eve smiled. “And, you know, to see my ex.”

            (Y/N) gagged. “Alright, no more, not in front of me.”

            “It’s just that he’s the only person I know down here,” said Eve. “But I’d love to get to know you.”

            “All you Bible people cause trouble, so no thanks,” said (Y/N).

            “Yeah, we don’t have a great track record with them,” said Em supportively.

            “Well, I don’t have anywhere else to go, nowhere to stay,” said Eve.

            “Well, I could help you out,” said Lucifer, thinking about his contracts across the city.

            “Really? Oh, that would be so sweet of you,” said Eve. “Uh, I-I wouldn’t want to impose. You have a kid now…” She still wasn’t sure how to understand it. When she had known him, Lucifer had hated kids. It was disconcerting to see Lucifer so changed.

            “I know Pierre at the Waldorf,” continued Lucifer, texting. “He owes me a favor, so we’ll get you a suite.”

            “…A hotel?” repeated Eve.

            “Yeah, that’s where people go when they visit a city,” said (Y/N).

            “I’ll take you there,” said Lucifer.

            “Great…” said Eve, forcing a smile and walking to the elevator to wait for Lucifer.

            “Come straight back,” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes at Lucifer.

            “Don’t worry. I don’t feel like doing much of anything,” sighed Lucifer.

            (Y/N) softened. “I know the whole thing with Decker is tough right now, but I know that it’ll get better. She’s working on her acceptance. She’s getting better.” Lucifer didn’t look convinced, and (Y/N) sighed. “Just go and take Eve over there and get back to moping.”

            “She’s just an unexpected guest, and I don’t have any motivation to do anything with her,” said Lucifer.

            “Good,” said (Y/N). “I don’t want to deal with the consequences of whatever trouble she’s going to bring.”

            “Eve isn’t trouble,” said Lucifer, waving a hand before turning away.

            “I’m stealing his wallet if I get dragged into anything,” muttered (Y/N).

            “How much did we spend last night you did him a favor?” said Em.

            “Only half as much as any trouble with Eve from the Bible is going to cost him,” said (Y/N).

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            “Birdie?” called Em.

            “Yeah?” said (Y/N) as hand-stitched the fabric they held while Supernatural played in the background.

            “You’ve got a call.”

            From the tone of voice, (Y/N) knew who it was. They groaned. “Do I have to pick it up?”

            “Do you think the boss will make the right decision about whatever problem he’s dealing with?” said Em.

            “…He’s an adult,” said (Y/N).

            “Yeah, but you’re better than adults at…most things,” said Em.

            “Damn it,” huffed (Y/N), holding out their hand.

            Em handed the phone over, and she grinned at (Y/N)’s sullen expression as they answered the call. “Yeah, Dad?”

            “Don’t tell me ‘I told you so.’ ”

            “Well, I can already tell I’ll want to,” sighed (Y/N).

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            “So, let me get this straight: Eve caught a ride to LA from Bashir Al-Fasaad, a crime lord?” said (Y/N), crossing their arms.

            “Yes,” said Lucifer, sitting beside Eve like a child getting scolded.

            “And he showed off a necklace that’s now gone missing?”

            “Yes.”

            “And he tried to kill Eve and probably the other guy that Decker is working the case of?”

            “Yes.”

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. “I told you she’d be trouble.”

            “It’s not my fault he showed off,” pouted Eve.

            “Yeah, but you walked onto a plane with him,” said (Y/N). Their hands went to their hips. “What are you going to do, Dad?”

            Lucifer coughed. “Well…We’re going to go talk to Bashir Al-Fasaad and try to fix the misunderstanding.”

            “That’s a terrible idea,” said (Y/N) sharply.

            Lucifer pouted, and Em had to try not to laugh at her boss’s expression. He was weak for his kid.

            “You should try to find the real killer and thief. No one is going to just believe you about Eve innocence, so prove it instead,” said (Y/N). They huffed. “That and if you don’t, I just know things are gonna go wrong with Decker, and there’s already enough going on there.”

            Lucifer perked up. “Yes! That’s a perfect idea! Clear up a misunderstanding and solve a case! The Detective would certainly respect that.”

            (Y/N) really hated to encourage him. But between dealing with Eve and dealing with Decker? (Y/N) much preferred Decker. So they’d support his strange method of taking advice. “Yeah, yeah, go on.”

            “Thank you, (Y/N),” said Lucifer, hugging them.

            They smiled and hugged him back before hiding their smile and waving at him to get going.

            Em watched Lucifer and Eve leave. “Lucifer took that well.”

            “Yeah, and Eve was quiet.” (Y/N) crossed their arms. “…Five bucks she does try to take the necklace even if she doesn’t have it now.”

            “You’re on. That would be stupid at this point,” said Em.

            “Yeah, but I know humans, and I know humans like her. She’d do it,” said (Y/N) with finality.

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[anamericangirl]

(Girl who sent the two part ask here, just wanted to tac on something I forgot to mention 3/2 ) Something I feel is also criminally glossed over time and time again is the amount of children who feel uncomfortable in their bodies and or some form of dysphoria as a result of violation/ exposure to sex too young. Regardless of the form it’s in. (Molestation, rape, watching porn, etc) These are real issues. If you look up the statistics, the amount of “dysphoric” children (and adults, as well) who turn out to be victims of sexual abuse is appalling. And instead of giving them the support they need after these crimes, (THERAPY) we rush to validate a wholly unhealthy coping mechanism. It’s like someone witnessing a murder, and turning to alcoholism to cope, and instead of people discouraging a destructive behavior, people rush to make it okay to drink excessively in public and give them surgery to have an artificial liver put in so they can continue to drink as much as they want and being mad at anyone who questions these things. You’re not helping anyone by blindly affirming them, especially people who feel this way as a result of some sort of trauma. We are doing people a great disservice by saying, if you are gnc in any way, if you feel uncomfortable in your body, then the immediate next step should be some form of transition. The fact of the matter is, even socially transitioning kids has been shown to be psychologically harmful. And a lot of these kids are most likely looking for approval, attention, and praise from the adults around them, because that is what all children are naturally inclined to do. It’s how humans develop. And I never even touched on the amount of kids who these parents are transitioning in childhood because they like to do things that are stereotypically associated with the opposite sex. So many of those kids just turn out to be gay, or just straight people who aren’t a walking stereotype. Not every single action a child makes is a groundbreaking view into the inner mechanisms of their mind. There are little girls who at 3 years old will attempt to pee standing up and say “I a boy mama” and it means absolutely NOTHING. One of the key ways human children explore and learn (and have since the dawn of humanity) is by imitation. It’s normal and healthy for them to explore different things. They should not be chastised or pushed into transitioning (even if it’s “just social”) as a result of these behaviors. They’re starting from scratch, being formed out of seemingly nowhere, where all they know for almost a year of their existence is a womb, and then being thrust into this crazy ass world trying to navigate it all. Children cannot give “informed” consent. It is was and always will be predatory towards children and adults alike to push transition upon the mentally Ill, victims of sexual crimes, people who don’t fit into the stereotype of their sex, or people who are just fucking gay and that’s fine! You as a parent shouldn’t be jumping into rash decisions after a google search because your 12 year old daughter likes short hair and hates dresses. If you don’t think it’s predatory to push these things in the classroom under the guise of it being sex Ed and that it’s okay for schools to not tell parents what’s being fed to their kids or that their kids are internalizing these messages, you’re just a groomer and there’s probably no helping you. (May have sent this twice? Tumblr was being stupid)

( Last one I PROMISE 4/2) At the end of the day, if you are a legal adult, I don’t really care what you do with yourself, but your right to swing your fist ends at my face. So I and many others do have a problem with people demanding we affirm and conform to their personal choices (denying basic biological reality, calling them things they are not, giving them access to spaces that are not rightfully theirs, and pushing this lunacy on to vulnerable adults and children, to name a few) The amount of actual transsexuals (people who actually have diagnosed gender dysphoria) in the world is very few. The reason why where seeing more and more self proclaimed trans people nowadays isn’t because of “increased awareness and education” it’s largely because, being trans online is clout city if you wanna put it on social media, it makes it so you can behave abhorrently and be largely untouchable (or else you’re a bigot!), it puts you in a position to punish and cancel those you dislike by crying “transphobia!!” Every five seconds, it’s pushed upon anyone who feels unhappy with the expectations put on them because of their sex, are insecure or ashamed of their sexuality, or who feels uncomfortable in their body, and of course a big seller for adults and kids, it gets you brownie points, attention, praise, sympathy, and coddling GALORE. Are you a completely uninteresting person? Do you bring nothing to the table? Do you want some zest in your personal life? Just be trans! Now for a lot of people that’s too much, so if you’d like a lighter option you can consider our most popular package, she/they! (Also available in he/they and they/them). Kids have a hard enough time navigating the first 25 years of their life as it is. They don’t need more bullshit being pushed on them, especially not in place of actual therapy and mental health treatment if they truly have a problem.

I would again like to take the time to apologize to the owner of this blog, I know I wrote an absolute novel, and you’re probably going to have a hell of a time trying to post these and may or may not be bombarded by idiots as a result, but as someone who was groomed by several different individuals as a child I get incredibly frustrated with people trying to groom children out in the open (and make no mistake, it is grooming.getting these children alone, demonizing their parents, creeps online saying stuff like “I’ll be your parent now” it’s textbook.) and then emotionally manipulating people who question them by saying their kids are going to commit suicide. It’s not right to do this to vulnerable adults, but pushing your weird sex change fetish onto children is abhorrent and should be seen and treated as such.

It’s true and you should say it!

There have been studies published showing that many of those that detransitioned stated they realized their dysphoria was related to “other issues” and people aren’t paying attention to that!

When a child indicates they feel like the opposite sex it’s never like “oh that’s not normal let’s try to find out why they are feeling that way” it’s always “well that means you are the opposite sex so let’s go get that feeling affirmed and put you on puberty blockers.”

That should never be the first option.

Not to mention, like you said, being trans is “trendy” these days. The amount of people identifying as trans has gone up dramatically since the social media became a thing and there are so many testimonies of detransitioners saying social media was a huge influence in their decision to start transitioning because in those online circles they’re all just working to convince kids they’re in the wrong body and that they need to transition to be truly happy and not kill themselves.

There could be a myriad of reasons why someone might be experiencing dysphoria and every attempt should be made to get to the root of the issue and try to prevent the dysphoria from continuing or getting worse before you start “affirming” it. Because chances are, if it’s from something like abuse, transitioning isn’t going to solve the problem.

And I really hate how our culture celebrates the transitioning of children, and even adults, by saying they “found their true selves” as if they fucking know that. How do they know they weren’t their “true selves” before and this transition isn’t a symptom of a serious problem, like it usually is? Transitioning is celebrated as if people actually are born in the wrong body and are girls when they’re boys and boys when they’re girls instead of being seen as the mental illness it is.

These people need help and celebrating their mental illnesses and gender dysphoria and referring to that as their “true self” is incredibly disgusting to me.

#anon #answered

[specialmouse]

forgive me if i say (insert linguistic faux pas here) but i think there's a schism rn between younger (i.e 30 and younger) trans women and cis women (and other people who grew up as women but might not be now, i'm just gonna say cis women, include yourself in that if you want or don't) because terfs have in large part succeeded in conflating radical feminism with bioessentialism and transmisogyny/transphobia. so when someone, such as myself, talks about hating men and hating the porn industry and talking about how bleak it is to grow up "biologically female" (i don't know what word we have for this that hasn't been called out in some way, if i put something in quotes just replace it with what you find appropriate, i'm not trying to dogwhistle here)--it may sound to trans women that i'm a terf because terfs tell trans women, this is what we're about, and if someone says these things, it means we hate you. no the fuuuuck it doesn't! fuck you!

but then having trans women see me say those things and call me a terf for saying them just deepens that divide, and i think if i hadn't grown up listening to trans women talk about their experiences and knowing how terfs are made, it would push me further into terf territory. and i haven't even been raped, i haven't been indoctrinated into the violence of mainstream straight pornography, i haven't even grown up with intensely misogynistic men in my house like a lot of other cis women i know have. so when they talk about those experiences and they see a trans woman say fuck you terf, and they don't have the knowledge of this artificial divide, they think, well fuck i guess i am! it's so fucking. stupid.

this isn't to say trans women shouldn't call out transmisogynistic ideas within what the cis woman is talking about if they're present but just a cis woman talking about the misogynistic porn industry or hating men or wanting to be completely away from men doesn't make her a terf or terfy or anything inherently. and i've talked to cis women who have had those interactions online and they say, "why are they protecting men so much? it doesn't make sense. why aren't they on my side?" and while it's not trans women trying to protect men and there's more layers to it, that's the way these women see it, a lot of them aren't familiar with terf and other transmisogynistic ideology. what we need to do is just unequivocally denounce misogyny and transmisogyny in all forms and understand how deep each of them go, AND understand that just because you (trans woman or cis woman) don't have the experience of the other that it doesn't mean it's not a) a pervasive societal issue affecting many people, b) something worth having a civil discussion about

#don't inject other scenarios into this where i didn't mention one #like 'well what if she says--' stop. i didn't talk about that

[bohemian-nights]

If Daemon does sleep with someone else for his own will without imagining Nyra, that's cheating and defenitely Daemyra shippers can't stay delusional and claims he loves her, they will be mad and heartbroken, i can assure you, but those leaks we got about him Nyra, Daemon is all fake, im sure. We don't know anything but Rook's Rest and Jace being with Cregan cause Harry is promoting them. About Daemon we only know he will be mostly at Harrenhal planning the next step to take KL, but nothing about how will be his relationship with Nyra. Anyway, if they're really going to adapt their marriage as big love story, we can totally expect Daemon to survive at God's eye and burn with Nyra at KL and their child watching them both die in front of his eyes. The “we are meant to burn together” might be actually foreshadow of their end.

This is the last time I talk about this because I’m sick to death of this topic.

In the book Daemon sleeps with Mysaria and takes Nettles as his lover yet Dumbnyra stans who have the capacity to read either ignore this by claiming sexism and/or saying the sources are biased.

Or they admit he slept with Mysaria because sex is just a biological function and it doesn’t mean anything while denying that he and Nettles were lovers (because if they admit to that then they can’t deny Daemon actually loved Netty and didn’t just use her for sex/intel like he did with Mysaria during the Dance).

So if they can do the above they will do the same for the show. These people are not rational. The only way they’ll concede that Daemon didn’t love their self insert is if Ryan Condal doesn’t chicken out, actually gives us Dettles, and shows Daemon was capable of loving someone unselfishly even at the expense of his own life.

Even then they’ll just say show!Daemon isn’t book!Daemon and somehow book!Daemon did indeed love their self insert despite him prioritizing Nettles safety over everyone’s (lying is their forte after all).

The last part sounds straight up like Dumbnyra fanfiction.

It makes 0 sense(and once again it’s stealing from Dettles because F&B specifically mentions that if Daemon survived he went back to Netty).

Actually it not only makes no sense it makes Daemon look severely incompetent/weak because why the hell would he go back and not even try to save the woman he loves?

His a** can’t even muster up an army? Try to claim a wild dragon and fight Aegon? He’s just going to come back empty handed? They are just going to hold hands and let themselves be burned? That’s what the Rogue Prince would do?

Oh God, even the fanfiction Dumbnyra stans “come up with”(aka hijacking plots from other ships and somehow making it worse) is so terribly written. These people don’t have a original bone in their body and they wouldn’t know what an epic romance was if it hit them in the face🤣

If the show wanted to write that putrid couple as a romance(let alone a epic romance) they would’ve never had Daemon choke her out or have him be obsessed with his brother to the point where he wishes he could be with him.

Backpedaling now will only make things worse.

Regardless of what they do Daemon surviving the Gods Eye to come back to Missy Anne is poor writing(and Ryan if you are reading this, it’s stupid asf, if you want to ruin your show yeah go with this bullcrap).

#bnasks #bnask #anti daemyra

[captainbobbin]

xemnas at the start of left foot over the right is portrayed as fairly solidly evil, but gets more humanized as time goes on. i know it's reflective of the characters' perspectives, but did you as an author also find your thoughts on him coming around as you had to puzzle out how and why he works? i was wondering because i love complicated/confused/slightly desperate portrayals of xemnas and yours really nails it

I have a lot of thoughts and I often find myself juggling which ideas I want to put forward at a certain time. Gonna do a readmore as I am a rambly bitch putting out personal thoughts.

I've always really loved Xemnas, I've always seen him as a very tragic, hollowed-out, complicated guy. There are a lot of portrayals of him (often in AkuSai fics and such) where he is straight up 100% evil, like arched fingers maniacal laugh cruel for cruelty's sake pure Master Xehanort levels of evil. And while I can certainly see why people would want to show that side of him (and I willingly admit that I do do that myself to an extent, I don't do him many favours, especially in the beginning), I ultimately want Xemnas to come across as someone who, yes, did horrible terrible things, but the more time we spend with him (or, thinking about him thru Isa's pov mainly, so to speak) the more we really chip into how Isa sees Xemnas' mindset. I want, over time, for Xemnas to go from an outright hated villain who is just perpetually loathed to a nuanced and intricate character that we only see the aftermath of. Isa spent time with him, sees different facets of him, understands aspects to both Xemnas in ways that Terra and the others and the audience don't. He understands that being a Nobody changes people, let alone being a Nobody that then has Xehanort put into them, and Isa recognises as well that Xemnas didn't even have memories of humanity to fall back on for reference or guidance or anything. Xemnas had nothing but a grand plan that he was made to carry out, no attachments, no humanity, no morals to consider. He's the most Nobody of all Nobodies. Of course it makes sense for him to come across as outright evil and cold and removed.

But Isa spent so long with him. Saw him at weak times, saw him at indulgent times, saw him in moments where perhaps the slightest trickle of doubt crept in from somewhere. Over the years, do you think that the Terra parts of Xemnas grew louder and harder to ignore, or do you think they slowly died and grew quiet? How much can you consider Xemnas his own person? He wasn't even a person at all. From an outsider looking in, Xemnas is a cruel slate of unfeeling nothingness, he's just a body cocooned with darkness that wants his own way. But Saix grew to know him. Hell, Xemnas began at nearly twenty years old and lived for ten, he grew, physically, and Saix with him. Imagine how much a person can potentially change in a decade, for better or for worse.

I was at a funeral recently. Had to be around my biological family. I am entirely estranged from them. Purposefully. There was a lot of... neglect, and manipulation, and denial, and to an extent abuse in many forms. I am better without them in my life. I am happier now, able to look at the things they do and find it predictable and obvious and stupid. But sometimes when I look at them, when I think of things they did to me, part of my brain justifies things. They probably did xyz because of circumstances. Maybe it isnt as bad as I remember. Maybe I had just been an especially shitty annoying child to be around. Things could have happened in a certain way because of influences from the environment. Maybe they didn't know better. Maybe they didn't know at all. Maybe the things I did and were dealing with wasn't worth noticing to them. They had their own problems, and I should've been better. They're human, and everyone makes mistakes, and there are things I've said and done that have probably hurt people too. Maybe I was to blame. Maybe I should have changed sooner. Maybe they made me this way, and maybe I made them that way.

Having lived through long periods of time around people that aim to control you leaves you with a lot of doubts, and makes you question yourself often. There are a lot of complicated thoughts when it comes to the way people affected your history. Surviving is tricky, and to be honest it isn't just surviving in the moment but its the memory of it that stays with you and hangs around which is the hardest to work around sometimes. Being the victim of many different kinds of negative influence for a prolonged amount of time leaves someone second guessing everything they do. It makes someone try and justify things. It makes someone miss bad things, just because those bad things are what they are used to. Everyone has the capacity to do horrible things, and everyone has the ability to do very good things. I think what shows the true nature of a person is whether or not they desire to be better - and whether they're willing to take the steps needed to become better. Introspection is something that I think is very very prevalent in my writing, because I cannot imagine being someone that does not overthink every action I take and word I say and thing I do, because I was raised to consider how everyone else around me feels and that I must cater to that and not myself.

I have some memory issues due to all of that - I repeatedly go over what I've written to make sure I've maintained consistency, and overall I'm pretty happy with Xemnas. I want there to be a pathetic undertone to him for sure, but I very much wanted him to start off as this monolithic figure that caused dread and discomfort.

To me, lfotr is about healing. It's about looking a situation you were put in and coming to balance how much of the onus was on you, and how much of the onus was on the people doing things to you. Its about moving forward but still taking time to look back here and there. Its about looking at the distance and finding some peace in how many steps have been taken.

Xemnas, to me, has always been a complicated, grey figure. He's interesting and layered and for a man that is supposed to be empty, its that emptiness that is so fascinating. If you had no memories of a person you were supposed to be, what would you become? If no one had intervened, if he'd been given no plan, if he had started out entirely alone, where would he have gone, what would he have done? Why exactly does he do the things he does in lfotr?

I want Xemnas to absolutely come across as indifferent and calculated and greedy, especially in the beginning and especially from Terra's initial pov, but as time goes on and Isa thinks more, and we delve more into Terra's 'memories', I really wanted hidden depths of Xemnas to come through. He's confused, he's conflicted, he wants and he doesn't know if wanting is an emotion and he's on a time limit but for now he is in charge so he could just have what he wants but what does that mean and why isn't it working the way he thought it would? He's heartless and hollowed but he's riddled with longing and yearns desperately for something he does not know, he's a scientist and scholar and master manipulator but he's nineteen and naive and just wants his friends back, he's inhuman and selfish but he looks at Saix and wants what he has, wants him all to himself, wants him forever and can't comprehend why or even what.

He can't become anything. He doesn't have the capacity to change, even if he wanted to - does he want to? does he want to want to? - and he has to stand back and look at the short life he has been given through ambivalent eyes, seeing Nobodyism objectively and everything is just a means to an end and everything in this nonexistence is a tool to be used and he just has to do what he was meant to do. But maybe some part of Terra is within him, or maybe he has just enough distant humanity in him somewhere that the lines blur, and over time we catch more and more little glimpses of that facade just starting to crack. It never completely breaks - he never really changes - but little aspects of something new bleed through just now and then. Enough to make someone second guess.

I always really wanted Xemnas to be a figure of interest in lfotr. Truthfully, the series was originally gonna be much shorter; I wasn't going to have any of Isa's side of the story in once Terra left, and I was going to cap it at 13 chapters. We're looking at approximately triple that now. I absolutely always wanted Xemnas to haunt the story and be this shadow that looms over both Terra and Isa, he's both a driving force that makes them move and this cursed rope that binds them together. Continuing to work on lfotr has allowed me to expand more on my thoughts on Xem, but really I always want him to seem very tragic and complex. As time goes on and different ideas come to me and certain angles take my interest more, I think naturally my writing does kind of alter around that, but thats just how it is when writing a longer fic that comes out in instalments. Little changes happen over time and certain angles take precedence - now and then I do go back to previous chapters both to rekindle my original thoughts but also to make tiny adjustments just to ensure everything flows nicely. Over the months (and now years, god;) I have picked certain aspects of him to present more to the audience, but in general I really want the fic to feel like its about his aftermath. Its the consequences of his poor choices. I've always really wanted Isa and Terra's process of grief to be the focus over Xemnas, but yeah as I've written more he really has snuck into things more and more :)

He really is a character that I love in totality so I hope that overall it doesn't seem that I ever write him out of a place of hatred, or that I'm simply using him as a blanket bad-guy stepping stool just to make moonrocks happen. I think he is just such an integral part to the KH story over all but also specifically to Terra and Isa and outside of AUs I can't really imagine the two of them not bonding over how Xemnas was such a big part of them for so long. Xemnas is just so special to me, he's a rich character that has a lot of room for exploration, and I intend to keep gently shaking him and see what falls out of those cracks.

If it is of any interest, I do try to write all of my Xemnas' with a similar amount of grandiose and layered thoughts and distant doomed ideals, so if you do vibe with the way I do my lfotr Xemnas, you may also like how I write him in my oneshots. Obviously in those I don't have quite the same amount of time to expand on my ideas for him since lfotr is literally like half a million words long lmao but the flavours I cook with are often similar haha

thank you so much for asking me stuff, it is always such a treat to talk about writing and I really appreciate that you've been enjoying my work ^^

#ask #tw abuse mention #personal talk #lmk if more tags are needed

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Stupid vent incoming, feel free to ignore.

I hate that some conservatives think that because gay/lesbian couples can't conceive naturally, our only option is adoption. Why can't we desire biological kids? How many straight couples are willing to adopt a child, especially one of foreign origin, when they can have a child with their genetic material?

Furthermore, we have people like Katy Faust (have you heard of her?) who claim that same-sex parents, instead of opposite-sex parents, set kids up for failure. I read about her story, and it looks like typical divorce kid trauma that turned into a save-the-kids political identity. I could understand drag queens and trans, but advocating to prevent gays from raising kids?

Some of us was truly born this way and want to lead responsible lives with kids despite that. We're not all adults chasing after the juvenile drugs, parties, and meaningless hookups scene that we should have already outgrown. To say that we're screwing up the kids and that the only scenario ideal in a same-sex parent context is nursing an abused adoptee back to a well-adjusted state is kind of rude. Taking care of adopted kids is not terrible, but we're not all willing to do that.

Studies that said that kids with same-sex parents fare as well or better than their heterosexual counterparts are untrue, according to her. I'm sure she'd done many good things with her work, but I disagree with her on this particular take. It makes me wonder if her views would be different had she not been religiously affiliated.

I'm gonna be honest here, I really don't care what conservatives say about gay adoption, or surrogacy. I know a few that think children can't be raised properly in same sex homes and I disagree, but I also think that the reason many kids with gay parents don't have the best upbringing is because their parents aren't ready to raise kids. The gay community encourages selfishness. It encourages behaviors that aren't compatible with raising a child. But not every gay couple will be bad parents.

As for surrogacy, I understand why some people don't like it, especially pro-life people, but I just can't agree. Surrogacy just doesn't bother me.

But this is a bad time to ask me about gay people and children, because I've never been more disgusted with the "community" and the way it goes out of its way to support grooming and other forms of child abuse just because they're being done by someone in the alphabet soup. I'm disgusted with how many "LGBT" people are raising their kids like some kind of social experiment, with gender neutral "theybies" and pushing their kids towards transgenderism. I think the community as a collective entity is toxic and abhorrent, and anyone with morals and common sense would distance themselves from it as fast as possible.

So I do agree that there are a lot of gay people who shouldn't be allowed within 500 feet of kids, let alone raise them. But I don't agree that just being gay should disqualify someone from being a parent.

[kharmii]

Maybe Marchy wants you to delete their post because they don't want to be affiliated with you, specifically. You're sort of a trash human being who can't get past werewolves being fictional creatures who have been a part of human mythology for thousands of years. Oh, and you're also transphobic and borderline homophobic. No one seems to like you, Kharm. Take a hint and keep your opinions to yourself for a change.

I haven't seen werewolf pron in a long time because all the people into it blocked me before I had a chance to block them. Srsly tho, there is no fandom as thirsty for dog-ass as submas. Beautiful men = Out of Style. Grotesque hairy stank-factories = In Style.

I don't like a lot of you either. I'd have been over this fandom ages ago if I wasn't into making dubious translations of Asian art. It's not like I'd want to go diving head first into My Hero Academia either, as it's mostly a bunch of kids. I suppose Erasurehead x Present Mike is appealing in the 'opposites attract' sort of way, but I'm not into Endeavor x Hawks because the former is too much of an alpha male. A main plot point was how Endeavor got into an arranged marriage with a once influential family that was struggling. They sold their daughter to Endeavor so he could selectively breed perfect superhero babies.

Endeavor: *taps watch* My recovery time is twenty minutes. That's how often you are getting bred until that baby sticks. After that, we could go once an hour for fun. (My goddamn #1 hero)

Anyway, nobody has yet to answer my question about why it's acceptable in fandom to be a shitting dick nipple fkn furry into a million stupid fetishes, yet a lot of those people still have the gall to have a 'Proshippers DNI' on their pages. Why is it okay to cherry pick the two things? (Pedophilia/Incest) but it's okay to belong to a group of people (furries) who are overrepresented in irl cases of sexual abuse? Why is one sort of weirdo more socially acceptable than another?

Side note: A lot of furries I've encountered are into belly kink. You know how they are always saying yaoi is offensive to irl gay men because woman pidgeonhole gay men into heteronormative female fantasies? Well, first of all, fuck gay men and men in general. It's part of male privilege that all biological males -whether straight gay or trans- have this attitude like their feelings are of utmost importance, and that they should be allowed to regulate what we do. If gay men don't like my gay men fantasies, then fight me.

Where was I....so belly kink is a very heteronormative feminine fantasy. It's a very female fantasy to want to see a feminine looking person being comforted by their masculine partner when they are suffering with a huge swollen pregnant looking belly. I can see the appeal of it if the person with the fat belly is pretty looking, like the Dabiten ship. Unfortunately, I too often saw depictions of this featuring gross ass furries that one could just imagine the stank lines wafting out of.

Another side note: Is there the same sort of crap in other fandoms one sees in submas? -Like does every other fandom get flooded with two-dick dragon morbidly obese omegaverse bullshit? I'll say it again because I have the right to my opinion....I'll bet a lot of monster fkn bullshit is trans coded, like they want to normalize fat hairy men with vaginas and/or dubious genitals (like multiple dicks, yo..) looking pregnant. It's yet another side effect of our fossil fuel driven glut where too many people have amygdales not functioning correctly which causes dysfunction with dopamine regulation. A person with a healthy sense of their own mortality would be repulsed by pregnant trans male figures because of the potential of getting a really messed up baby.

Seriously, doctors are supposed to experiment on animals before moving to humans. How many female animals were pumped with male hormones then made pregnant? Have there been a lot of studies done on what unnatural male hormones might do to a developing baby in the womb? -Or are we in the midst of ongoing legal experimentation on humans?

#send troll prompts #the double down #endeavor #transtrender #fandumb fail #m preg #damn furries #experimenting on humans #at least there's no omegaverse #hypocrisy #ask me about my million stupid bj aus #blankshipping #leftist culture #animation

[multifandomgurl]

Late Night Driving

  A/N- Hey guys! I'm yet again back with an imagine from Stranger Things!     After watching the season 4, I decided that I should start writing for it too because I'm in love with the series since it came out. 

~This imagine is for Steve Harrington. 

~Reader is a Hopper but she's not related to El biologically 

~ Sorry If there are any grammar mistakes , my main language isn't English but I'm trying to improve it by studying English Literature in university lol.

 ~ I hope you like it!

  No warnings for this imagine.

    Summary- All Reader wanted is to hang out with Steve and his friends from school but Jim Hopper - her dad - don't allow her to because he doesn't like them at all so Steve Harrington decides to take her out secretly.

  Yet another evening when you were locked in your room without even realizing what you were doing. You just wanted to go out with a few friends without asking Hopper, but he rejected you saying, "You know I really don't like those guys , so no! I will never hear this from you Y/N. Are we understood? " Actually, it was not clear, so you tried a little harder because you didn't think your friends had a problem. They were the only people you could get along with. You had a feeling for Steve in particular among them. Something you couldn't name yet. "But dad, they are good people and Steve-" Hopper gave you a look that you were sure would have laughed at that look if you weren't arguing right now, but you still held back and continued to focus on his face. His look was so serious and sarcastic.” Steve? That guy whose friends are always late for school and whose parents have drugs? Hell no!”

  " Well you drink alcohol all the time and I say nothing to your face!" You wanted to ask yourself later where that courage came from, and at that moment you really hated yourself a little bit for saying that. He was your father. Most of them were better than the father, he fed you, he took care of you, but you underestimated him again. Who knows how his heart was broken.

"To your room Y/N."

" Dad, I didn't want to. I'm sorry."

 " Go. Straight. To. Your. Room. Now!" He said, emphasizing all the words one by one. He was extremely right to be angry, but only about one thing. You had no right to insult him like that. Just because he drinks alcohol doesn't mean he treats you badly. You loved him very much and he loved you too, and you were even more connected after you lost Sarah, your younger sister. Yes, he sometimes took refuge in alcohol, but he was still your father. You apologized again in a low voice, but you were sure he didn't hear it because he was thinking about what you just said. You didn't mind and went to your room and lay on your bed.

 " Fuck, I'm so stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! "

 "Why the hell you're calling yourself stupid?" You were startled by an unexpected voice and looked at the window behind you.Dingus "Steve! Why are you here? How did-" Steve was still trying to climb the window but you weren't going to let him in until you had your answer. There was no way. What if your father saw him? Then you really did have strings.   " Like I told you. I'm a ninja. And now for the dear God, help me! I'm stuck here! " At that moment, all the options you could do came to your mind and you grabbed him by the arm without thinking about anything. Wrong choice.

  When you pulled on him, he collapsed on you and you fell to the ground together. Steve Harrington had come to your house, or rather to your room, and he had collapsed on you. Steve Harrington, your one and only love. Ahh, if he had read your thoughts, who knows how you would look pathetic But these were all your own thoughts, and you didn't know exactly what Steve thought of you.  

     Yes, you were a friend, even further from a friend, but you weren't sure if you were at the stage of a lover. When you were below him and he was above you, you had the opportunity to examine his face even more closely. It was the first time you had seen him up close and oh my god that silky face and touchable hair. Steve Harrington was a truly wonderful man. But the sound you made at that moment was even more important because your father could come to heck you at any moment.   Yes you did argue, you did argue from time to time but he still cared about you all the time.

  "Steve, my dad."

  “What about him,” he said in a low voice. In a low but sexy voice. This man was really going to be your death. You wouldn't fall for it. "He would be here any minute, Steve. Get off of me, will you?"

“  Jesus he really does hate me, doesn't he?” You smirked at that and chuckled low. He studied you face and his eyes then stopped on your mouth. " Your smile is so beautiful, did anybody tell you that before?" " Couple of times, yes but just my dad. You're the only man who said it except my dad. " He smiled proudly and stood up. "Well I'm so glad that I said it, then." So glad.He said that he was so glad that he said it. You never expected to hear that from him. Steve was indeed a man full of surprises.

 " Why are you here, Steve? " " Well you said that you come, but you didn't so I thought I could just check out If there's something going on and I think I thought good, right? " Sometimes you were offended by Steve's knowledgable ways, but that's what made Steve Steve. If someone else did it, you probably threw them out the window by now, apart from your close friends, of course.. " Well I'm fine, you can go now before- " " Wait, what? No you're coming with me. Tell me what's going on and we'll figure something out, okay? I'm not going to let this go. I'll talk to your grumpy dad if we can't and solve it with him. " Steve seemed unaware of what your father could do to him. Your father was the best Chief Hawkins had ever seen, and of course he could take care of a boy like Steve however he wanted. Steve would be a piece of cake for him. You didn't want him to get hurt, so you told him again not to do that and go, but he had no intention of going.

 " I won't go 'till you come with me, Y/N. I want to help you. " " There's nothing going on with me, Steve. I just argued with dad but that's all. And the fact that he hates you is a wrong idea because he only dislikes you, not hates you. " “Well, that still doesn't chill me a bit.” If you knew Steve, he'd never let go of that thread. You knew he only wanted to talk to you. He wanted to get in trouble, and frankly, you would too, but it was evening, you had a fight with your father, you were sent to your room, and besides, you made a bad choice by taking Steve into your room. Still, if you were going to be back in 1 hour, why not.

  You told him that you could go out for an hour, and as soon as you said that, he was already getting excited and unable to sit still. You immediately took a jacket and went down from the window of the room and got into his car fast without seeing your father and left the road of the house.    

      “ Don't drive too far, okay? If dad doesn't find me in my room he will- "

" Enough negative things, Y/N. Just tell me everything you have in your pretty mind of yours. I'm always here for you. You know that." "I know Steve. Thank you." You said and smiled. If you were alone in your room right now and this had happened before, you would be dancing in your room screaming. That's what Steve Harrington was getting you to do.

  You were quiet for a few moments, and then Steve pulled over and sat back, taking a deep breath. He leaned towards you and you just sat there, not knowing what to do. You thought he would kiss you but he did something very contrary to what you thought and made you feel ashamed again. He pulled the arm of the seat and made it move a little farther back. You didn't quite understand why he was doing it, but it was clear he wanted to do something.

 "  So now, pretty Y/N. Open up your mind, your thoughts to me 'cause Doctor Steve Harrington is here for your service."

  Of course, you didn't open up about your feelings for him, but you talked a little bit about your problems at school, your problems with your father, and it made you feel even more comfortable. It was warm for you that Steve listened to you and laughed at you when you were angry and spoke quickly when you were angry and that he was upset when you were upset. Steve might have been seen as a cold person on the outside, but he was the opposite. People really misunderstood him. At the head of these people was your father, Hopper, but you thought you could handle this problem, and so did Steve. When the conversation was over, you took a deep breath and sat back. You felt a little selfish because you didn't hear Steve's thoughts. "What about you? How have you been. I'm sorry I couldn't ask you how you were. I'm so selfish." Steve moved a little closer to you, took your hand and looked exactly into your eyes. " Don't call yourself like that. You're not selfish first of all because I wanted you to tell yours and I love to hear about you. I actually- uhm actually love everything about you, Y/N. " It was an unexpected move from Steve, but one to be expected once you get to know him, but something you thought you would never hear. Especially from Steve.

   " Steve... I don't know what to say. "  " Don't say anything. Just listen to me, please.I wanted to tell you this way before. This wasn't a love at first sight but after getting know you better, your thoughts, your likes, Y/N I thought we would have a chance together. I thought you love me and we can be together. It was easy for me you know? To ask you to be my girlfriend but your dad made it so difficult and I thought- I thought you wouldn't love me for the things that your dad had said to you about me. But lately, I decided and told myself to screw it and yeah, here I am. Telling you that I love you.It's okay If you don't have feelings for me Y/N. Yes I will be sad but your happiness is the only thing I care in this world. " After such a confession, you were one of those who didn't really know what to say or what to do, but only a few words came to your mind. "I love you too Steve Harrington."

  Steve's face directly lighted up and he bursted into laughter. He pulled you up and placed you on his lap. The already tilted back seat gave you even more room and held you comfortably in his lap. His slender but strong fingers gently grabbed your chin and pulled you to him. He searched your eyes as if to ask permission before closing his lips to yours, and after seeing that light, he started kissing you. His kiss was so soft and slow that it was as if the world was spinning around you, time had stopped.

  It was an incredible thing. You were in Steve Harrington's car, you were in his lap, you were kissing. At that moment, you didn't care about anything. It was just you and Steve in that moment and nothing could have mattered. Staying in the moment was one such thing. And so now you knew Steve Harrington was yours. And you were his. After you parted your lips, he rested his forehead on yours and you stayed like that for a while and only your breathing could be heard in the car. But there was something you forgot. Your father.

  "Steve?" “Yeah?” “Can you take me back? My dad will be very mad.” He shook his head and kissed you hard for the last time and left. You slid into the side seat and repositioned it, leaning back and watching him. All along the way, only the music on the radio could be heard, which was frankly good. Because really, if Steve asked you anything, you didn't quite know what to answer after that kiss. When you turned to the street where your house is located, you asked him to let you out at the corner so that your father would not see the car. Steve thought it was more appropriate and stopped the car on the corner.

  “Look at me, baby.” You turned to him and couldn't help the grin on your face. Pursing his lips, he was waiting for you to kiss him. Literally Dingus. You gave him a quick but sweet kiss on the lips and you got out of the car with a wink. When you looked back often as you ran towards the house, you saw that he got out of the car, put his arm on the top of the car, and followed you with that stupid grin on his face. Before leaving without lingering too much, you entered again through the window you left open and took a deep breath after entering. There was no sound from Hopper. You assumed that he had fallen asleep on the sofa again and opened the door slowly and entered the room where the living room was with silent steps.

   You were not mistaken in your guess. Hopper was there. He was lying face down on the chair, with the top open. Surprisingly, he had no drinking bottles or anything about cigarettes with him. You took the blanket that lay on top of the single chair and slowly spread it over him, and then bent over and placed a kiss on his cheek. Even though it may bother you to do secret business with your father, this evening was the best evening of your life. Everything would be fine. You went into your room and after closing the door you went to bed. You thought about what had happened tonight and fell asleep with the big smile on your face, dreaming about Steve.

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reddit comments on record of ragnarok chapter 73

 also would like to point out:

Beelzebub is a twisted bastard who experiments on the bodies other people just to satisfy his curiosity. Tesla is a selfless inventor who gave serious demonstrations to audiences by running his electricity through his own body.

Beelzebub performed biological experiments for his own desires and nobody else. Tesla had no problem giving up his patents and money if it meant helping more people with his products.

Beelzebub only moves around when he has to attack or defend and doesn't make unnecessary gestures, otherwise he almost stands still. Tesla makes flashy and exaggerated moves with his punches and he dances all over the place even though he already activated the suit's major abilities with the Super Tesla Particle.

Heirs science”

obviously Beelzebub and Tesla are 2 polar opposite scientists.

Beelzebub has a simple power that comes from within to mold energy into attack and defense while Tesla has a complicated system of abilities that use the particles in the air;

Beelzebub uses secret techniques while Tesla announces his discoveries to the world;

Beelzebub is resolved to die with his knowledge and Tesla wants to discover more and more and more constantly editing and learning more about the world.

Still kinda stupid for someone as smart as Beel to blame humanity for Hades' death and to make revenge his motivation, but I guess the stresses of a death match against an Einherjar just gives him the proper stressors to finally make him unleash all of those negative emotions onto the battlefield.

And on that note, either Tesla comes up with or unleashes some kind of new superweapon to help him survive this No. 0 Chaos move (not even to win, just to survive this thing)... or he's dead meat. Even Zeus, a god who can break time with his punches and potentially destroy an entire world, is shook by this thing. Tesla's best tools have barely been able to contend with Beelzebub's normal power until now, let alone No. 0 Chaos. So, most likely Tesla loses, or he somehow pulls through to bring Beel down with him for a tie, because his odds of straight-up victory have dipped into Helheim.

Also, Fun Fact: As we can all see, Beelzebub's new ability/transformation unleashes some kind of black, round orb around the arena... and among the irl Tesla's habits and eccentricities, it turned out that a phobia of ROUND objects

www . reddit . com/r/todayilearned/comments/hrshch/til_that_nikola_tesla_loathed_round_objects/

www . nationalgeographic . com/science/article/131003-nikola-tesla-surprising-facts-statue-museum-science?utm_source=reddit.com

 was one of those traits. So much so that Tesla apparently had a near-public freakout when J.P Morgan's daughter wore round earrings to impress him, and he once sent his secretary home for the day when she showed up wearing pearl jewelry. The man truly is facing his greatest fear right now.

The "struggle against chaos" usually features a hero or god associated with lightning and thunder

Tesla's wearing an electrified suit of armor so that could be a good modern spin on the lightning/thunder hero/god trope. Still don't know who would win but I'd like to see at least one match end in a tie for the sake of narrative tension.

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The finale of Round 8 could end up being an example of 'Chaoskampf', which is a recurring and ubiquitous motif found in myths and legends throughout human history. The "struggle against chaos" usually features a hero or god associated with lightning and thunder who slays a serpentine or draconic beast that is associated with the primordial waters of chaos. In most traditions, the beast is always defeated by the hero, but in some, like the Norse Ragnarok, both the hero and beast die at the end of their fight.

Something interesting is that one of the oldest examples of 'chaoskampf' features Baal defeating the primordial chaos deity Yam. Seeing as Baal and Beelzebub are the same guy in RoR, that doesn't necessarily mean that Beelzebub will die at the end of this round.

This fight has a lot of metaphors of light vs dark and good vs evil. Tesla the child of light. Beelzebub the dark god. And tesla showed he is full of light while beelzebub steadily falls further into darkness.

teslas armor looks like it has a angels halo on it

and beelzebub is a demon of hell in myth

#record of ragnarok #ror beelzebub #ror nikola tesla #record of ragnarok 73

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Chapter Three (Tyrri), pt. 1:

Hey did you think Cunningsworth is a big city? Get ready for Whitecrux

Sitting pretty at the very centre of the Hearthlands, this thing is a metropolis

It’s very much in the same vein as Cunningsworth though: lots of back alleys that make for a much better path to the university than the main roads

Additionally, there’s some kind of really dumb roadblock on the main road. The stupider the better.

Tyrri makes it through the back alleys with little issue before reaching the university, and sitting in the highest tower is Headmaster Tasslemore

He’s a much older man than Professor Elber, much more classic wizard-looking (rather than Elber who was wearing basically just a tweed jacket, this game exists around the same time as OT2 because suits in a fantasy setting are fun)

He asks to see the water samples, and after a little bit of looking, comes to two conclusions

One: the non-elemental magic in the water appears to be biological in origin

Two: the filaments that make up the crystals very closely mimic the muscles in the heart

He says that he’s going to take the rest of the day to look further into it so he can draft up a preliminary report, and sends Tyrri away

He isn’t very fun. Not that I care.

The road is still blocked so Tyrri takes the back alleys again

Something bad finally happens to the university student walking alone in alleys as a pair of people try to steal her messenger bag (which has all of her notes and equipment)

Fight ensues, the two assailants are notably casters

After thoroughly trouncing the duo, Tyrri demands to know why they would go after a research student of all people

She’s broke as hell and her equipment matches that

They explain that they’re independent researchers and are just completely starved for gear

Why not go to the university? They look around that age and it would be a crime to make schooling so unaffordable that people straight-up couldn’t take courses

Like, no one would be awful enough to not at least have a basics course at a cheaper price

Well you’re not gonna believe this but

The duo leave her alone after it becomes clear that they’re no match for her

Tyrri is NOT sleeping good that night. Something something her black-and-white view of the world being challenged by the idea that a person who helped her being bad actually

In spite of the fact that she was supposed to go bright and early to head to the university she returns back to the place the duo almost mugged her because what they said is messing her up

She returns to find them in the same place and starts talking things out

Their names are Willie and Dante, they’re brothers, and their parents moved to the Hearthlands from the Deltalands in hope of better education for their sons

 The University of Whitecrux, in addition to its many other descriptors, is also hellishly expensive to get into

Tyrri is pissed but refuses to explain why, stares at a wall silently for a bit, and then says that she’s going to go beat the everliving shit out of the headmaster

Willie and Dante are free to tag along and do so gladly

As the three march into the university, a guard spots them

“INTRUDER ALERT. THOSE DAMN KIDS ARE BACK.”

“Guys what did you do.”

“Yeah we may or may not have tried to pull the same trick we did on you, on the university.”

With that delightful bit of dumbassery that most certainly should have been brought up beforehand, we jump into…

The Third (technically second) Dungeon: University of Whitecrux

You’d think that you already explored here but you’re WRONG

The first time Tyrri came here it jumped to a cutscene as soon as you opened the door and cut straight to her entering the headmaster’s office (jokes about it being too many stairs for her 4’11” twig frame ensue, she SMALL)

The enemies here are exclusively elementals paired with a single spellcaster, and armoured guards

Why does a university have armoured guards on its payroll? Don’t ask me. Ask the headmaster.

It’s fairly linear, just heading up and up towards the top of the tower

Definitely lots of hidden goodies to find like in Professor Elber’s office; there are going to be side quests here later on

Tyrri continues her streak of having real shitty dungeons because I truly have nothing to say about this

It’s a university with a bigass tower on it. What else do you want me to tell you.

Opening the doors to the headmaster’s office once more, a verbal spat breaks out

Headmaster Tasslemore demands to know why Tyrri would do this, Tyrri can easily explain as much

She was a street kid growing up, but she was able to scrounge and save enough from an early age and get schooling, work her ass off for scholarships, and get into the University of Cunningsworth (UoC is like. The Qamarian standard for how expensive a university should be. Its still too high but its closer to reasonable than THIS)

It was a truly awful time and she wouldn’t wish it upon anyone, even if they had tried to rob her the day before (quick glance back at Willie and Dante)

Headmaster Tasslemore. Does not like that. He does not like that the preliminary report he had drafted up had been for one of those rats

The natural thing to do? Throw it out the window. One of the siblings is thankfully able to intercept him before he can do that but some magic-enhanced keep away ensues

The room steam with rage on both sides, we leap into…

#iris goes to OC hell #project OCtopath #a tome on the isle

[askisabella]

What is one thing you'd like to get off your chest? Spell of Shattered Sight, opinion.

Henry is an ungrateful spoiled brat who doesn't realize how good he has it. Your mom was the Evil Queen, so what? She took care of you growing up, didn't she? You had everything you could have desired, didn't you? You were loved. You were cared for. This is more than most can ask for in life. I get he wanted to meet his biological mother, but he had no regard for others feelings. Did Regina deserve to be called on her behaviors? Of course. Did everyone deserve the curse break? Damn straight we did. Henry, I'm sorry your loving mother tried to convince you a story about her horrible tragic past wasn't true but grow the hell up. He wants to be treated like an older child but he still throws tantrums like a toddler. And EMMA! Did this woman actually think about what she was doing? She threatened to take a son away from a mother who treated him right. She had no legal right to demand her son back. SHE GAVE HIM UP! She abandoned him at birth. There were chances to get him back before he was adopted out and she chose not to. She chose to let him go! So she regretted it after she met the kid? She didn't seem to care enough to find him before he knocked on her damn door. Then she walks in and demands to have custody of someone she gave away? Sod off, Sheriff. If anyone is abusing power it's you! Does Henry deserve to have both mothers in his life? Yes. Does Emma deserve the right to dictate when his legal mother can see him? Hell no.

What the bloody hell is wrong with this town?

Don't get me started on Cecily! I've been around the girl for years and all I've heard is how much she misses her family. We get it. It's been decades of the same woes. Drop it already or do something to find them!

Then we've got the very man who brought Cecily to the Merry Men. Though we clearly weren't all merry once Cecily joined the ranks. Robin Hood. First of all, why Hood? You couldn't come up with something else? It sounds so idiotic. Second of all, what the hell is wrong with you?! I understand your wife was brought back from the dead, another wonderful thing the Sheriff Savior did for us all, but that doesn't mean you have to be with her. She died. Like dead dead. Your vows died along side of her. You finally moved on. For the first time since we met you were actually happy! You're a halfwit for trying to resurrect a relationship that died years ago. I have been babysitting your son for weeks on end while you try to figure out your heart. Get it together! We all know you are in love with Regina and that isn't going to change. Stop trying to make it. You're so damn righteous it's annoying! You speak of honor but I don't see you honoring your love for Regina. You're not the man I thought you were. I hope Roland doesn't grow up to be as careless with others as you are.

Don't ask about Regina. Just don't.

Does Rumple even have power anymore? The man is whipped by the librarian. THE LIBRARIAN! He gave it all up for love? Pathetic.

Evie, who the fuck even are you?

Sam, no one cares about your animals except maybe Snow White. Seriously. If we were back in the Enchanted Forest your cats would have been my dinner many moons ago.

Speaking of dinner, Booker is not as great of a cook as he thinks he is. Wolfboy needs to work on some new recipes. Also, he needs to stop showering before a meal. I know he's in human form but I swear he still smells like wet dog at times. It's disgusting. Then again when he puts on aftershave or cologne all I want to do is fuck him which is annoying. His stupid attractive face and toned body needs to leave me the hell alone before I end up with another broken heart. No one gave him the right to be so damn nice to me! WHY? I'm not a good person! I would gladly burn a few people if I wasn't so afraid I would be ostracized like my mother. He’s just an idiot.

HOOK, CHANGE YOUR DAMN CLOTHES!

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