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Yo!

So, I understand this is a little random, but I'd like to ask for y'alls help with something.

Around ten months ago, my family lost my mum to lymphoma (cancer of the lymph nodes) and its been rough for all of us. For me and my sister (15 and 16 at the time) she was an incredible pillar of love and support and we all miss her dearly. As a young man with ASD (autistic spectrum disorder) who faces discrimination for that fact, it's been immensly difficult, especially when she was the only one able to defend me against discrimination because of my condition.

In her final month's, an organisation called Garden House Hospice gave her an incredible amount of support. They listened to her when she told them something was wrong (something the other charities and the NHS refused to do), their volunteers and staff are incredibly kind and caring, and they give an incredible quality of life to those suffering from life-altering illnesses. I saw first-hand the incredible work they do, and they do so much good for so many people.

As many people know, Hospice services have been hit especially hard during this pandemic, and with their charity shops closed and their fund-raising events cancelled, Garden House has been struggling to get by.

So, to pay my thanks to them and help them through these tough times, I've decided to raise money for them by cutting my hair! As an ASD kid, such a drastic change is a pretty bid deal for me (I haven't cut my hair since I was four, and I'm very protective of it) but I'd like to do what I can to help those who did so much for my mum while she was at her lowest.

I'd be grateful to anyone who donates and/or shares this post around, the link is below to the fundraiser!

#signal boost #boost #mod shadow #please peeps

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Hey!!!

@multishipping-goodness is in a bad place so she's asked me to put this up.

For every note this gets she'll stick with us another day.

Imma tag a couple people..

@h0t4ru @oofalicous @littleladynightshade @the-sociopathic-jacket @chavabear @whisperingwaffles @thedeadmemereturns @akimiithewriter @memes-and-anger @a-quietnight @echo-fall @silvertongued-writer @jeanscigarettes

#suicide prevention #tw suicide #signal boost #guys please #that's my girlfriend #mod shadow

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Reblog if you are a fic writer who welcomes moodboards, playlists, remixes, art and any other type of gift based on your stories.

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Reblog this post if you're a Multifandom writing blog!

You'll be added to a list here on tumblr (and a public google doc for those who prefer) to make it easier for people to find your blog!

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Support 👍 non-native 👍 speakers 👍 writing 👍 in 👍 English. 👍

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And to do it properly:

Moodboards/aesthetic boards are now allowed as request! And some more news with that: not only Transformers and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles moodboards are allowed, but also Boku No Hero Academia and Tokyo Ghoul!

-mod Shadow

#announcement #boku no hero academia #tokyo ghoul #teenage mutant ninja turtles #transformers #maccadam #bnha #mha #my hero academia #tg #tokyo ghoul:re #tg:re #tmnt #mod shadow

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As you can probably guess, writing hasn't been going that well for a bit now, since mod Star is busy with actual adult life things, and I'm struggling with school and Tokyo Ghoul. Buuuut! I do have some good news! Moodboard requests are now open!!! This is an example with my Tokyo Ghoul OC!

Lisa moodboard

#mod shadow #moodboard #reblog #announcement

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The most hilarious thing about the fact Buckbeak had a trial and lost is that later on JKR resolves the issue by having Hagrid take him in again and renaming him Witherwings. That’s literally all it took. What if in POA, Hagrid simply said, “Sorry, Buckbeak flew away.” 

“There’s a hippogriff right there, Hagrid.”

“A different hipprogriff.”

“I’m… pretty sure that’s the same hipprogriff.”

“Prove it.” 

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promo me?

sup im axe and i really like zombies, gothic aesthetics, and randomly screaming about lockdown. i’m a personal who reblogs a few fandoms (the most you’ll see i red dead 1&2 though i have a few favs over varying fandoms). my blog mostly runs on queue though i’m always down to interact with someone new. yeehaw.

my about and byf (please don’t interact if under 16)

#follow kadaxe or else🏹

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Mental Health Struggle.

A warning, this is nothing funny, or anything of the like. It can contain some triggering things if you’re feeling depressed. Finally, please, anyone who sends anonymous hate whenever I post something personal, just for the sake of being a jerk : Please do not turn this text against me. Think before sending me anything you know is hurtful. Thank you. 

So. Some of you might have noticed (or not), but I have been struggling greatly those past few “months”. I think I was just born anxious. Anxiety attacks and such have always been part of my life, even as a youngster. So I just learned to deal with it. But lately, I find myself, beyond being anxious…Depressed. Sad all the time, sometimes for no reasons. Having terrible thoughts. Not being able to be happy even when good things happen. Always focusing on the negative no matter how hard I try to be positive. And most importantly, and this is why I’m writing this…Having more and more suicidal thoughts. Trigger warning, I will talk about this specific point in the next paragraph : 

Yesterday, I felt…done with everything. At the end of the line. Like nothing really mattered anymore, and me trying to get my head out of all this mess is useless. Like I’ll never feel better. And will end my life alone, friendless and all those terrible thoughts…Which lead me to actually want to die. I lost the fear of doing it as well, after yet another anxiety attack and just being so done with it, and thought it’d be just better to go… Now, I don’t really believe in fate but something happened that made me reconsider. As I was “getting ready” I received a call from my brother. Except it wasn’t my brother, it was my 9 years old and 5 years nephews who “stole” my bro’s phone to call me and ask, in a panic, what I wanted for Christmas because they were sending their letters to Santa today and were afraid I would forgot to make my own (they know I’m busy) so they wanted to add to their lists what I wanted…and it made me cry. All of a sudden I realized that if I did cross that bridge, I couldn’t get back. If I did, and let’s not beat around the bush, kill myself…The damage on the people left behind would be too grand. My best friend had enough, and decided to leave us, years ago. I know how it feels, to lose someone important that way. And I’m just not ready to leave behind my family and friends thinkings “what if ?” or “we could’ve done more !” when the reason I want to end it all isn’t related to them, but is a problem in my head. 

Now. In France, therapy is still (wrongly) considered a “luxury”. So it’s not reimbursed by our healthcare. Meds for those issues, are 65% reimbursed (I’m aware I’m lucky to be French as there is still some help existing). Therapists rates are between 40 and 70 euros for 30 minutes (yes, know what I mean now when I say it’s expensive ?). Now, up until now, I always thought : “Oh well, I’ll get to it when I have the money !” (which will most likely be when I’ll finally be a teacher, in about three years). However, that event I just talked about to you up there, put everything into a new perspective. 

I have a problem. Thoughts like this, and that persistent, aren’t normal. There is something wrong in my head, and friends and family can only do so much to soothe me…I need professional help. But, I still don’t have the money to get said help. I can barely pay for food and rent, I can’t afford to pay for therapy. And you guessed it…This is why I’m writing this. I’m tired of not seeing a way out from all of this, and want to get better. For everyone who cares about me, but also for myself. I’m tired of feeling like this all the time. I need help. Now, I can probably round up a few hundred bucks, but with all my calculation, I will still come short of quite a lot of money to pay for a consistent therapy. And yes, here’s why I wrote this, to ask people around here for help…I’m aware the amount I still need (400 bucks) is a lot. And that I’ll most likely have to think of other options to get this money. But…Here goes nothing ? 

If you can and want to help me, here is where : 

https://www.gofundme.com/f/arfup-mental-health-issue

And if you can’t, sharing this post would greatly help already. Now again, I’m sorry I have to ask for help like this, and please only help out if you CAN and WANT. Like the last time I needed help (to pay my rent, those who’ve been around long enough will now), I will write a story for everyone who helps out (and asks, some of you just helped me out without even wanting anything in exchange…), which isn’t much but all I can do :/. A fair warning though : I am slow in writing those requests (I still have some from last time, if you read this, dude who helped a lot : your Fenris story IS on the way, but is taking me time to write, as I just get lost on things…But I WILL write all the stories, and already wrote and send out a lot of them).  

#help her please!!!!

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(Click for better quality) This is a quick comic I made for a.. sort of extra character, I suppose, for the @mha-determined group. The deal is, we all have our own colours, and with the colour comes a ‘god’. They have chosen humans (your muses) which they guide. Mine is Green, creation, since I am the owner of the group.

So that quickly explained, please come join us!!! We’d love to have you! Just hop on over to the blog to reserve a character and apply!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #oc #ocs #green #yellow #pink #colours #comic #art #mod shadow #own art

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Anyone wanna guess what the next big project is gonna be

An AU Where...

Shouto picks ‘Touya,’ as his hero name and it’s giving Dabi the feels.

Personal headcanons:

Shouto picks his lost brother’s name as a tribute to him. To say to their dad, “Hey. Guess what? The one you thought wasn’t good enough, became a hero after all.”

For this reason Shouto strives to be the number 1.

No one understands the choice of name but they don’t question it after Mina’s Alien Queen.

Dabi doesn’t find out until the League has a run in with the class and Eraserhead calls out to Shouto by his hero name, giving Dabi a heart attack in the process.

“I am!–We will–Touya will be known as the greatest hero!” Screams Shouto to said brother’s face.

Dabi comes down with a severe case of the feels.

Shigaraki knows something up but can’t tell what.

Dabi reevaluating his life choices, and considering the irony of the situation. In being both a villain and hero.

Redemption arc??? Curious UA students???

Eventually changing sides and being like:

“Sorry ‘bout this…but haven’t you heard? I’m a hero.” And making eye contact with Shouto and everyone has a Oh Shite moment.

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I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can't remember

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AaAAAaaaAAAaaaAAAahahahaahAhahHaahH

This was sooooooooo good!!!!!!!! I fucking loved it!!!!!!!!!!

Synopsis : The Batfamily wants Damian to experience his first real Halloween. Of course, in Gotham, nothing ever goes smoothly *insert suspenseful music here*.  Warning for some gore and blood (Halloweeeeen). 

I am beyond excited to share this new story with you, @doc-squash​ and I both put our heart and a lot of hours in this, and hope you will like our combined efforts. On that note, enjoy (?) : 

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Mouth full of the delicious food Alfred made for them that night, Dick quickly swallowed everything without chewing enough (he could feel Bruce’s gaze on him, and how much he wanted to say something about it, yet wouldn’t, because this was one of the rare occasion they could be all together and he didn’t wanna ruin it by bickering with them), and finished his sentence :

“…and then you like, scare each others. Eat a lot of candies and watch horror movies and stuffs like that. Pass me the gravy please, Timmy”

Tim did so, but not before giving him a very judgemental look, and pointing at his chin with an expression that clearly meant : “You eat like a pig.”. Dick smiled and used his sleeve to wipe whatever was on his face, and relished in Bruce’s outraged gasp. But before their father could utter anything, Damian said :

“And…What’s the point ?”

“To have fun !”

“Fun getting scared ? Being afraid isn’t one bit “fun”…”

Damian said, looking down at his food and carefully avoiding everyone’s gaze. Sitting in front of him at the dinner table, Dick exchanged an uncomfortable look of understanding with his other siblings.

Yup. They all knew what this was about.

Of course.

Damian never experienced the fun kind of “fear”. The one you feel when you’re with a group of friends and you scare each others. That fear that does not stay forever, but is very real on the moment. When you tell scary stories around a camp fire, or watch a spooky movie.

No.

For him, being afraid meant not being able to achieve a task his mother ordered him to do, and getting hurt, with no one but himself to take care of his wounds. But not before facing the utterly disappointed full of disdain look, with not an ounce of sympathy, Talia would give him.

For Damian, fear was knowing that he was at his grandfather’s mercy, and Ras could decide to get rid of him whenever he saw fit.

Never really sleeping, because an assassin could come test his reflexes and skills in the middle of the night.

Damian couldn’t even remember the number of times he woke up in a panic, terrified, fighting for his life without being able to think, the reptilian side of his brain taking over.

In the boy’s eyes, fear meant survival. It meant never feeling safe, loved, cared for. It meant loneliness and shivers in the middle of the night, thinking about what could come next.

Fear had been an entire part of his childhood up until now, and most definitely never been “fun”.

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💜💜💜💖💖💖💟💟💟💘💘💘💝💝💝💗💗💗

Fandom podcast #1 : None of the Batfam members have one dimensional personality.

I wanted to talk about this subject, and I did in the podcast above (I hope it appears properly ? I’m new to trying to post audio files haha). TRANSCRIPT UNDER THE CUT ! For those who need one (especially given my awful French accent). 

If you liked it don’t hesitate to share :). It’s always very appreciated. Feedbacks are also welcomed, albeit don’t be too harsh please, this is my first ever time doing something like that ^^’.

PS : This is only a FIRST EPISODE about this subject, and I’m talking about things very “shallowly” and in a “general” sort of way, without going in too much depth (for now). If you like this first draft of a sort-of podcast (I’m basically testing things out), then I’ll make other episodes with more in depth things (with one episode per characters) and all. A part two to this is already planned as I talked only after a few members of the Batfam, and wanna talk more…but if y’all don’t like the audio way I wanted to try it out, I’ll just write it ^^’.

Oh and the podcast art is by @doc-squash, but I think everyone recognize their amazing style <3. 

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Hi, I wrote this because I have become obsessed with Boku no Hero Academia recently.

-Mod Shadow

Icarus

{Read more for length}

{Based on a headcanon of mine}

{ https://archiveofourown.org/works/20876414 AO3 link }

Icarus’ wings hurt. They hurt so badly. His coach had pushed him even further today, despite knowing what he must do now. He can feel his body dropping a bit every few meters before he forces himself up again, and he has to fight to force back the tears. His comm crackles to life and he winces slightly at the sudden noise in his ear. “Ica… alm… ere?” He only hears a few bits of the question and taps on the comm to – hopefully – fix it.  

“Please repeat that.” He calmly whispers back despite the fear holding his heart hostage. His wings drop him a bit again and he quietly growls as he flies toward a roof to wait for a minute or two, to give his wings some rest. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if he suddenly dropped to the ground and couldn’t fly anymore. He flares his wings out to stretch them before he lets them relax, and he waits for an answer. 

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#mod shadow #writing #written #reblog #bnha hawks #bnha manga #mha hawks #mha manga #bnha #mha

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Udusjsixudbzuajrurjsbsbajrbdusowjxhcgdbsirbsuanr I'M FREAKING OUT THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOOOOOOD

“Can you be my dad’s girlfriend, please ?” - Bruce Wayne x Reader (x Batkids)

I was just thinking about the kids’ experience in school, being both part of the Wayne family and everything it brings AND a vigilante…and this story just came to be. I hope you will like it : 

Fair warning : this is very long. I hope you will not find it boring. The subject interested me, and I wanted to write a slow burn story for ages. And here we are.  

My master list : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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DICK.

“Are you sure about this, Dick ?”

“Yeah, I am.”

The boy looked sure of himself alright, but Bruce couldn’t help and be a little worried, faced with the building’s decrepitude, and the general state of the neighborhood. Of course, he himself would never care about that, but this didn’t concern him per se.

It wasn’t about his safety, but Dick’s.

Bruce Wayne could wish to change Gotham all he wanted, do everything in his power to make living in this city better, and hope for progress…He wasn’t an idiot.

He knew his work just started, and that most of the city was still very much unsafe. And Dick went through so much already…

Was enrolling him in this school the right choice ?

“You know, Gotham Academy is currently the best rated school in the city ? And it’s closer to the Manor, not by much, but still…It’s also closer from Wayne Tower, just in case.”

Dick frowned, and Bruce could see that he was going to say something before he could truly think about it. His little ward was very impulsive, at times. And sure enough, Bruce was right, as Dick turned to him and started vehemently :

"It’s full of phonies and not payed enough frustrated teachers who are mean to kids because they were born rich ! I mean, some of those kids totally deserve it, being phonies and all, but there’s many that are just normal nice kids with rich parents ! I can’t learn with a teacher who hates teaching. And the phonies are getting to me now, mocking me because I was in the circus…And it’s harder to fit in when you go home and are not in the boarding school part ? Most of them are in boarding school, and were jealous I could go home. And I don’t care about the "prestige” everyone was always talking about. I don’t go to school to appear better than I am, I go there to learn !”

There’s a short silence, during which Bruce feels a pang of guilt in his heart.

Other kids were mocking him ? The teachers weren’t nice ? Why did Dick wait three months into the school year to tell him he wasn’t feeling well in that environment ? Was he not feeling comfortable enough around him yet ? It has only been six months since he started to live with him, after all..

Bruce tried his best to make him feel at home at the Manor, but it proved, at times, to be more difficult than anything he ever did in his life.

And this was coming from a man who went to train all over the world for years, enduring impossible trials after impossible trials. None of his training though, prepared him to raise a kid. Thanks god Alfred was always there to help him out when he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.

And the more he thought of it, the more Bruce realized that putting Dick in the fanciest school of the City might not have been the best move…

“Do-Do you um, care about the prestige ?“

Dick asks, breaking the silence, looking up at Bruce shyly.

It was clear in the little boy’s eyes, he was very worried about what Bruce was thinking right now. And that the short silence after his passionate diatribe made him nervous. Because…Maybe Bruce would disagree with him ?

Maybe knowing the reason Dick wanted to change from private school to a "normal” public school in would make him angry ? Offend him ?

After all, Gotham Academy was very much like the school Bruce went to as a youngster (said school blew up a few years prior after an “accidental” gaz leak).

Looking at the boy’s almost panicked face, Bruce reassured him quickly :

“Of course not chum. I want you to be happy and feel comfortable in whatever school you choose. If you want to go to this one, then you’re going to this one. I was just making sure everything was truly ok with you.”

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