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make me bad - ch. 1 of 3

You may have been born into the circus, but—thanks to a traumatizing incident that left you with some serious injuries—you grew up far away from it. Now as an adult, the person who hurt you has become a career criminal, and is wreaking havoc on the city. Included in his plans lies an unrelenting determination to find you—for what purpose, you do not know.

With the help of an old friend, you go into hiding to protect yourself. But as time has passed, you’ve begun to question if your sanctuary was ever quite so safe as it seemed.

WARNINGS: This story involves violence (a character accidentally injures another character during childhood and it could be triggering for some - not graphic/it's more implied but it's there) and obsessive behavior. Read at your own discretion.

MINORS DNI.

🎪 20 years ago 🎪

The boy didn’t want you to leave the circus.

That much was obvious. Or rather, he didn’t want you leaving him at the circus. He had become so distressed at even the slightest mention of you leaving that you and others actively avoided broaching the subject around him.

The boy would’ve been just fine with you forsaking this hellhole, so long as you made it a point to drag him along for the ride. In fact, this would’ve been more than ideal. He would’ve loved to be dragged off by you somewhere, to run away with you.

Life could’ve been peachy keen, if only you'd let it.

But you were just so damn insistent on abandoning him.

This shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Smooth waters—happy times in the absence of mayhem, terror or bloodshed—simply weren’t in the cards for him. "In the cards” was quite literal in this respect. His mother had given him enough tarot readings throughout his childhood for him to realize that this was to be his life, his legacy. He was born into misery and he would die having fostered it. Alone.

Always alone.

During his readings, the devil card was usually one of the first to pop out of the deck. It startled him at first. Although he was loathe to admit it, the boy sometimes spooked easily.

“Don’t be a scaredy cat,” Lila admonished him. “He isn’t as bad as you might think.”

“What does it mean?” the boy asked.

His mother paused for a second, putting out her cigarette on her well-worn, antique ashtray. “Usually, this little guy appears when ya really, really want something. And sometimes, he even pops up when that thing you really, really want isn’t so good for you.”

“Like chocolate?”

“Yeah, kiddo,” she said. “Like chocolate. It can sometimes mean that you feel trapped by somebody, or someplace. Or something. What's the word..." she snapped a few times. "Oh! Confined. Confined. The devil can also mean that whatever it is you’re after is something you can’t have. Wanting something that’s always juuuust out of reach.”

“That’s a lot of meanings,” the boy said matter-of-factly.

“Y’know,” Lila snickered. “I don’t care what anybody else says about you. My kid’s no dummy.”

“Hey!” he snapped.

“Hey yourself,” she said, attempting to light another cigarette. She clicked her lighter once, twice, three times. No luck. “Ugh. J, could you be a dear and go grab a box of matches for me? I’ve got one on top of that big cabinet in my bedroom.”

“Vanity,” he corrected her. “The vanity. That’s the word you’re looking for, right Mom?”

Lila rolled her eyes. “Nobody likes a know-it-all. Can ya just go grab it?”

He stood up quickly. In spite of his mother’s sour tone, he felt like there was a sudden gust of wind in his sails.

The boy liked to play with matches.

“No running!” she yelled after him. But it was too late for that. He was already sprinting off towards the rundown trailer he and his family inhabited, if you could call them that.

He wondered if that was what that devil was trying to tell him. The thing he wanted, the thing that was always just out of reach…it was really pretty simple.

The boy wanted a family. A real one. A happy one.

He wasn’t necessarily sure what a real, happy family looked like, but he was well aware of what they didn’t look like. He was stuck with one he never asked for, after all; one he didn't want. A family he longed to escape from.

None of this was anything he didn’t already know, though. He was hoping to learn something new from those cards, but he rarely ever did.

Stupid devil.

He was delighted to find that the matchbox (smudged all over with clown paint and soot) had already been opened, and still had a good amount of matches in it. He took two out and shoved them in his pocket for later. His mother was too distracted to thank him for his efforts when he returned to her, fully enveloped in a conversation with some elephant trainer.

The boy walked off towards the field nearby. In the distance stood a forest, most notably a weeping willow looming over a small pond.

There you sat, reading one of your many books.

Stupid books.

Those were the things that made you want to desert him. In this way—and many others—you two were dissimilar. Apart from the baseline dysfunction of the circus, you had nothing to run away from. Your mother was kind. She treated you well, and unlike Lila Valeska, she wanted better for you. As a matter of fact, she was working towards getting you into some fancy school. She had said something about a “scholarship,” whatever that was. The boy didn’t get it. Weren’t those only for older kids?

You weren’t trying to run away from something. You were trying to run towards something. You had all these big plans, big dreams. Your desire to see something different was something the two of you did share, only the boy’s hopes and dreams were a little more...non-traditional than yours. He just wanted to be happy; to put on a show for everyone, make real life feel just like the circus. He wanted to bring the entertainment directly to the people for free, instead of waiting around for them to show up. He didn’t need school to be a good showman. He was way too smart for school, and it was just so boring. Didn’t you realize that?

Didn’t you want to be happy, too?

“Hi,” you greeted him, setting your book down in the grass.

“Hiya,” he said. “Can I sit with you?”

You seemed caught off guard by the question, like you were surprised he would even ask.

“Sure.”

He picked up a rock and skipped it across the pond. “What are you reading?” he asked.

You paused for a second, taking a sharp breath in.

“It’s dumb. I don’t want to talk about it.”

He knew why. You didn’t want him to get upset.

“You sure?” he asked. He leaned over to grab the book, but you pushed his arms away. He wasn’t sure why he was asking you about it. It was almost like he wanted an excuse to throw a fit, to try and change your mind about leaving him on his own.

And then, it hit him.

“J, what are you doing?”

It was all your fault, really.

“You shouldn’t play with matches like that.”

It was your fault. Yours. As you said, he was just playing. He was only trying to scare you a little bit, much like the devil in his mother’s cards scared him. Maybe if he spooked you enough, you wouldn’t want to go anymore. Maybe he could knock some sense into you. Or maybe, just maybe, he could convince you to take him with you.

“Oh, don’t be boring, dolly,” he said, moving the flame closer towards your face. “Didn’t you always want to learn how to breathe fire?”

He never meant for you to get hurt.

He could still remember the running, the screaming, the sirens. He could remember the look on his mother’s face when she discovered what he had done.

And then you were gone.

He hadn't felt anything like that before. He was usually so chipper, even in spite of his circumstances. With as sad as he was, you might as well have died.

But you didn’t.

You were still alive, but you were just out of reach.

For now.

🃏

#jerome valeska x reader #jeremiah valeska x reader #yandere jerome valeska #yandere jeremiah valeska #jerome valeska #jeremiah valeska #gotham #yandere jerome valeska x reader #yandere jeremiah valeska x reader

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slafkovskys · 5 months

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angel in new jersey and she can’t sleep so she rolls over and taps on jack’s shoulder, “jacky i can’t sleep”

and jack wakes up, blinking his eyes blearily, taking a small glance to the side table. “angel it’s 1:30” he mumbles out, hands resting on her hips.

“i know…” she sighs, before she gets a small grin on her face. “…wanna make cookies with me?”

and jack wants to say no. he tries so hard. but he fails, like always.

“‘course angel. can’t bake though, remember?” jack says, looking at her with a gaze that said a thousand words.

“you can help me though!” she grins, feet swinging off the bed as she takes off to the kitchen.

he sits on the bed a second longer, laughing fondly as she wonders off. as he exits his door, he’s met with luke coming out of his room across the hall, rubbing sleep away from his eyes.

“cookies again?” luke questions in a sleep filled voice, eyes glancing towards the kitchen.

“cookies again.” jack confirms, before they both take off towards the kitchen.

once they get there, the both stand in the doorway, eyes locked on their girl.

a smile creeps across both of their faces, before jacks eyes timidly take a glance to luke.

“thanks, by the way,” he mumbles out before looking away.

“what?” luke asks.

“thanks for sharing her. she makes me so unbelievably happy. quinn too. we both don’t voice it enough, but thank you man.” jack says quietly, eyes still trained on angel moving around the kitchen gathering ingredients.

a smile creeps on to luke’s face at his words. that statement alone makes it worth it. the jealousy of his brothers, the moments of anger at the fact that it’s not just him- it’s all worth it at the fact that not only is his girl happy, but so are his brothers.

and once he processes that, he claps a hand on jacks shoulder and just nods, making eye contact with the older boy, his eyes saying everything he couldn’t articulate.

“either of you going to get the cookie pan for me. you guys know i can’t reach,” comes angels voice from the kitchen.

at her voice, they both take one more glance at eachother before saying in near tandem, “we’re coming angel”

-🎪

the way they both know 🥲 and she gets so excited when luke walks into the kitchen, bouncing over to press a kiss to his lips before pulling them both to where she’s already laid out the ingredients they always make sure to keep stocked for her.

she delegates them both tasks, jack gets the lighter load while luke mutters something about the unfairness of it all. jack just grins lazily, “i’m injured… and cuter.”

and before an even bigger argument can breakout over the batter, she contains them both and puts them back on task.

also, definitely records a little vlog for quinn and when he watches it the next morning he’s like so this why you look like you didn’t sleep last night…

#hughes bros x angel #soft thoughts sunday

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vulpes-fennec · 1 year

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Prythian's Fantasia 🎪 (Ch. 3)

Summary: It’s 1889. Desperate to save her ailing mother’s life, Feyre strikes a bargain with ringmaster-witch doctor Amarantha. As the Archeron sisters join Prythian’s Fantasia and head for the World’s Fair in Paris, they begin to realize the circus’s magic runs far deeper than its enchanting nightly performances.

Previously: The Archeron sisters had a magical experience at Prythian's Fantasia. Will Feyre be able to bargain with Amarantha to save her mother's life? WARNINGS: References to past SA in Gwyn's POV

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Tuesday, March 12th, 1889

***Nesta***

Nesta was scritch-scratching her way through the pile of correspondence in the parlor when the front door snicked shut. Blazing irritation ruined Nesta’s train of thought. Where the hell was her damn sister going?

Sure enough, Feyre’s cloaked form had just turned the corner down the street. Nesta ground her teeth, frustration fueling her quick steps into a light jog. She’d turned a blind eye to Feyre’s excursions long enough. As the eldest child, it was her responsibility to keep her sisters out of trouble. But Nesta hated running. Especially in such a layered skirt and dainty little shoes.

“You, there. I’ll pay you five shillings if you follow that girl in the black dress down the street.” Nesta announced to a boy who happened to be driving an empty wagon past her. He could not be any older than fourteen, based on his short stature and pimple-covered face. But he nodded, even cowing slightly as Nesta hopped into the grimy wagon. “Be discreet. If she catches us, you’ll only get two.”

The janky wagon rumbled and squelched over cobblestone and mud. The boy maintained a careful distance as they moved past soot-darkened gray buildings, ramshackle apartments, squalid beggars, and over the Thames River. They followed Feyre for a good half hour before she disappeared into thin air.

“Where did she go?” The boy stopped, his confusion mirroring Nesta’s. Nesta, who had been keeping a close eye on Feyre the entire time, was at a loss for words. Feyre’s honey-brown hair was easy to spot, even amongst the throng of Londoners. She was even wearing a knitted cream shawl that made her stand out in the gray. But they had traveled far enough that Nesta was certain where Feyre was headed.

The Prythian’s Fantasia tent rose tall and proud about a half mile away. The lines and colors were sharper in daylight, but the structure still evoked memories of that magical night. Nesta had not been able to stop thinking about how circus dancers pranced and spun across the ring, seductively contorting their bodies mid-air with silken ribbons. She would make the rest of the way by foot; Nesta plunked down the five shillings into the wagon before hopping out.

The circus gate was shut and the grounds were silent, which had Nesta wondering for a moment if she had guessed incorrectly. It seemed dead as a graveyard. But there it was…that faint jingle of music. Lilting notes and clear tones sweetened the air, beckoning her in. Nesta walked along the massive perimeter, following the music. She eventually reached the performers’ camp just behind the main circus.

Sure enough, her sister was idling at the camp’s edge, wringing her hands and pacing anxiously as if she was working up the nerve to enter. A gold-painted sign propped next to the small entrance read: Prospective performers, seek Amarantha.

“Feyre,” Nesta called out firmly.

Feyre jumped, her blue-gray eyes widening in surprise. “Nesta!” Her expression pinched with sudden nervousness. “What are you doing here? Have you been following me?”

“I should ask the same thing about yourself. Not thinking of running away to the circus, are you?” Nesta replied dryly.

“I’m not running away…I simply must speak with the ringmaster.” Nesta groaned in frustration when Feyre strode away. Whatever business Feyre had with Amarantha, Nesta was not going to wait around for her sister to come back out.

During the day, the circus performers were unrecognizable in regular garb, with women in plain linen dresses and men in standard brown pants and shirts. Nesta clearly stuck out, with her pale blue dress and embroidered silk slippers. Even Feyre looked more proper than usual, with her freshly cleaned lilac dress and carefully braided hair.

Colored caravans were interspersed between medium-sized tents and practice rings. The performers barely paid Nesta and Feyre any attention as they navigated down the crunchy dry grass and towards the large plum tent with the words “ringmaster’s office” scripted on a hanging placard.

A tall, muscular man stood under the tent’s awning, and Nesta gawked at him openly. He was not like the sniveling, pale, weak-boned aristocrats of London society. Nor was he like one of those bumbling country boys who were all brawn but no brain. His golden eyes were like a hawk’s: sharp, intelligent, and…beautiful. Was he a circus performer, or personal protection? Nesta could not recall having seen him in the show, for she would certainly remember a man like him.

“What’s your business here?” he asked with a half grin, in a deep voice that sounded like a song. Nesta clenched her jaw, trying to keep herself from getting carried away.

“We request an audience with Amarantha,” Feyre responded. The man’s crossed arms stretched and creased his gray shirt along defined muscles. Nesta’s eyes were fixated on the triangle of ruddy brown skin, like that of sailors who spent their days out in the open seas, peeking through the unbuttoned top of his shirt.

“What is the nature of your audience?”

“I seek her aid for our ailing mother.” Nesta blinked in surprise. Running to a circus ringmaster for healing? Feyre must have lost her mind.

The man’s hazel eyes snapped towards Nesta’s face, picking her steely facade apart and assessing every hidden, dark thought. She could have sworn his pupils widened with subtle desire. His chiseled face was rugged, as if a sculptor had failed to smooth down a marble statue before presenting their work to an art exhibit.

“You shouldn’t be here.” His attitude had changed, and it stung, for some reason.

“I don’t see why not?” Nesta blurted out. “You are not the ringmaster.” The man scoffed at her now, his lip twitching in condescension.

“What you seek would not benefit you in the slightest.” Normally, Nesta would have wholeheartedly used the barring of entry as an excuse to drag Feyre away. But his self-righteous and dismissive attitude riled her.

“Cassian,” a strong, female voice called from the interior of the tent. “Do we have guests outside? Do let them in.”

So that was his name. Cassian.

“Seems you do not have the final word around here.” Nesta allowed her lips to twitch in a simpering smirk as she walked past Cassian, who had gone rigid with fury, most likely. She could not banish the memory of his intense hazel eyes, which were surely pinned on her back like a target as she slipped into the ringmaster’s tent.

***Feyre***

It was surprisingly dim inside the tent, and the air clung to Feyre’s cheeks like a damp fog. Ringmaster Amarantha sat in a large velvet chair, reading a book and sipping from a goblet of wine. She’d exchanged her bodice and breeches for a deep purple gown that made her alabaster skin appear bloodless.

“Good afternoon,” Amarantha purred with a saccharine smile. “What brings such lovely ladies to my domain today?” It seemed the ringmaster’s charisma was not limited to the stage. Feyre took a step forward, dipping her head in a slight bow.

“Good afternoon, ringmaster. I heard you possess…magic. And I’ve come to humbly request your assistance. My mother has been gravely ill for months.” The Archeron family’s fate hung upon Amarantha’s answer.

“My assistance does not come without a price. Tell me, dear, what is your name?” Amarantha tossed her thick, crimson hair behind a shoulder.

“Feyre Archeron.” Confidence—keeping her voice steady—was crucial.

“And yours?” Amarantha’s dark gaze swiveled to Nesta, who did not balk at the sheer weight of the ringmaster’s stare.

“Nesta. Nesta Archeron,” she replied. “I’m Feyre’s older sister.” Amarantha hummed in approval. She closed her eyes, tapping her fingers together in contemplation.

“Feyre Archeron, I do not desire money or riches as a form of payment. I will provide a healing potion for your mother, as long as you agree to half a year of service with my circus: Prythian’s Fantasia.”

Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. But Nesta pinched Feyre’s arm hard before she could speak.

“Please excuse us for a moment,” Nesta said roughly. Amarantha waved her hand flippantly, returning to her book. Nesta dragged Feyre to the side. “Have you lost your mind, Feyre?” she hissed lowly. “Join a circus? For some crackpot potion, when Mother is already on her way out this world?”

Feyre’s blue eyes flashed angrily.

“I need to try, Nesta,” she argued back. “I know that you are not fond of Mother. But imagine what Father will endure if she dies. And think about Elain! You may not want to get married, but are you willing to be her chaperone next year? Be my chaperone for another season?”

“The ringmaster didn’t even inquire about Mother’s condition. How would her ‘potion’ be any useful cure?” Nesta asked, a little more loudly.

“Magic,” Amarantha called out lazily. “Six months of service seems sufficient in exchange for a potion that acts as a general restorative for any ailment, don’t you think?”

“Magic does not exist. Healing potions do not exist,” Nesta rationalized. “You’re being foolish, Feyre. Save yourself from the embarrassment.”

“Magic does exist. I know it,” Feyre shot back, her voice a harsh whisper. She turned back to Amarantha. “My mother’s condition is too dire to wait six months. What if she passes before my term of service is completed?”

Amarantha’s mouth curled in a wry grin. “You do drive a hard bargain, my dear. I will award you the potion after two months of service, but you must finish the six months with me before you are free to leave.”

“This is a traveling circus, is it not? Where do you plan to go?” Feyre asked.

“We will be making a touring loop around England before heading to Paris in May for the World’s Fair,” Amarantha responded. “Our stops will be in the main cities of Bristol, Birmingham, Manchester, Leeds, Sheffield, Cambridge, and Southend-on-Sea.”

Feyre chewed her lip. Her answer was still ‘yes’ but would two months be soon enough?

“One month of service,” Nesta declared suddenly. Feyre stared at her older sister in confusion. “I will take part in the bargain, as long as you give us the ‘potion’ after one month of service.”

Amarantha’s dark eyes gleamed with feral delight. “Very well, then. Come closer, ladies. All I need is a few droplets of your blood.”

“For what?” Nesta blanched.

“The potion, of course.” Nesta and Feyre stepped closer to Amarantha, who produced a sharp needle. Amarantha grasped Feyre’s hand, her slender fingers icy cold and unusually strong.

“A bargain: one healing potion, to be given after a month of work, in exchange for six months of Feyre Archeron’s work in Prythian’s Fantasia,” Amarantha intoned.

Feyre watched with fascination as crimson welled from her index finger and dripped into a small glass vial. A prickling sensation raced from her fingertip to her elbow. Amarantha did the same for Nesta, handing them both linen bandages once she was done. The ringmaster pocketed the glass vial and smiled demurely at them.

“Thank you, ladies. Prythian’s Fantasia departs for Bristol on Friday morning. I shall see both of you here no later than eleven o’clock.”

“What will our roles be?” Feyre blurted out. Amarantha assessed them critically.

“Feyre, our magician is in need of an assistant, especially for the World’s Fair. You shall work closely with him on his acts. Nesta, I see you have a dancer’s grace. You shall participate in our aerial silks act.”

“Thank you.” Feyre smiled, feeling incandescent. Everything was lining into place: she would save her mother, go on an adventure, and become closer with the handsome magician. The magician! Perhaps by working with him, she could also find answers about her magic.

She was so caught up in her joy that she barely noticed a glowering Cassian as they exited Amarantha’s tent. She was going to join the circus! Feyre’s finger throbbed with residual pain, proof that this was truly happening. “You didn’t have to strike a bargain with Amarantha,” she pointed out. “So why did you?”

Nesta seemed lost in a similar wishful daze. “It’s a ticket to Manchester. The beating heart of the suffragist movement. I also couldn’t let you do such a foolish thing alone.” She gave Feyre a dubious glance.

Feyre froze. “Oh, damn us,” she gasped, glancing at Nesta with wide eyes. “What are we going to say to Elain?”

***Gwyn***

Tears rolled down Gwyneth Berdara’s cheeks at the memory of her twin sister Catrin’s joyful face and pealing laugh. How many more times could she draw upon her recollections before they faded away? Catrin’s silver wedding ring hung on a chain around Gwyn’s neck, was the only physical part of her sister she had left—and served as a reminder of all that was lost.

Her heart hurt, but at least she wasn’t in physical pain anymore. Gwyn squeezed her eyes shut and sobbed, pushing away the memories of the cursed brothel. The rank smells, the raucous laughter of drunkards. The clinking of coins before they began. The leering men who did not bother with “making love” to women.

From what Catrin told her, intercourse was supposed to be a blissful and exciting experience. But Gwyn only knew pain. Pain from the bruises, the pulling of her coppery-brown hair, the chafing of skin between her legs.

There was also a specific memory of warm, wet blood and the sounds of screams in the dark. And a fast-cooling body.

Gwyn wiped her teary face and allowed herself one last sniffle before getting up from her cot. At least the bruises on her arms and waist had faded after a week with Prythian’s Fantasia. She’d sought the help of Thesan, the circus physician, who gave her contraceptive tonics without any judgment.

The caravan she shared with Emerie, Nuala, and Cerridwen was packed to the brim. Small windows ventilated the space, a small copper tub was shoved in the corner, and clothes and books were strewn across all available surfaces.

Gwyn was on kitchen duty today. The center of the camp served as the main area for meals and congregating, with food prepared in the open air. Tarquin and Daphne Vanserra were already there, baking bread in the clay oven and handling the wheels of cheese.

“The vegetables are already washed,” Tarquin said, pointing to the crates of leafy greens, carrots, and potatoes. Tarquin cut a striking figure, with his turquoise eyes and long white hair contrasting with his dark brown skin. She’d only known him for a week, but his gentle smiles and thoughtful nature had put Gwyn at ease with her new surroundings.

Gwyn picked up a sharp knife and began dicing the vegetables, placing the smaller pieces into large wooden bowls for stew. She was so engrossed with her cutting that when a man silently stepped up next to her, Gwyn jumped with fright. But it was only the dagger-thrower, here to assist with meal preparation.

He was the same height as her, with a slightly muscled build. Inky black hair curled around the nape of his neck and fell in front of his angular hazel eyes, which softened slightly at her reaction.

“Apologies,” he muttered, his voice low.

“It’s alright,” Gwyn responded quickly. “My name is Gwyn. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” She smiled broadly at him.

“You’ve been crying, haven’t you?” Gwyn stiffened, her smile slipping away.

“Azriel, don’t you know it’s rude to say such things to a lady?” Daphne tutted at the dagger-thrower.

“Apologies,” Azriel said again. He picked up a knife and began expertly fileting the skin and bone off a slab of meat. Gwyn stared: pale scars streaked across his olive-toned hands. They moved with deadly precision. Smears of blood had begun to coat the tips of his fingers…Azriel met her gaze with a sharp look that had Gwyn glancing away with embarrassment. “You’re new, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” Gwyn replied. “I joined the circus right when it arrived in London.”

“Why?” His words were short, and to the point.

Catrin’s lifeless face, with sunken-in cheeks and chapped lips flashed before her. That horrible smell…those awful hands grabbing her, hurting her…Gwyn shrugged nonchalantly.

“I needed to make some money. When did you join the circus?” Azriel’s brows lifted slightly at her returning question.

“Almost five years,” he replied. The dagger-thrower did not offer any more words of conversation after that. Daphne and Tarquin chatted in the background, but between Azriel and Gwyn, there was only silence. Gwyn’s eyes began watering again when she started on the onions. Before she could reach for a second onion, Azriel wordlessly took the whole crate away.

“Thank you. I suppose I’ve cried enough for today,” Gwyn murmured. She snuck a glance at the dagger-thrower, and was disappointed to see his face stone-cold at her attempt to jest.

✨

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#prythian's fantasia #feysand #nessian #gwynriel #acotar #acotar fanfiction #feyre archeron #nesta archeron #gwyneth berdara

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mogai-headcanons · 2 years

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Nene Kusanagi from Project SEKAI is an autistic casualic greyromantic finromantic aceflux lesbian demigirl demiboy nonbinary transfeminine enboy nonbinary girl nonbinary boy demigenderfluid cuddlegender plushgender bungender catgender cottoncandygender weirdcattic softgender boviplushic flashgameian distorglitchic rainyhorric cutegender solmangagender autigender ovitihiems cattix cityica kiddinoic patchgender casualic ambonec madscientistcatgender arothing acething kidreamcoric sleepdayial hezegender mollianic gendermoxie webcoric tenergender sleepygirl femmtint moukawic pluviplushic nocmotrellic catinrainic gendergroslina lostglitchgender emoique gamerbunboygender nocatsleepyic wasuretic genderfrio plusheepgender felmouenby bugcatgender magiboy botgender vocaloidgender digicute sanriogender softicfemascgender sleepything idolthing virtualgirlic virtualboyic ghibliaesic sleepyxenic fairylicht mistgender cutecoric petalgender wondergender lesbicute musictix animecoric shything vocaloidthing age regressor with bipolar disorder and OCD who uses they/them, he/him, plush/plushes, soft/softs, cuddle/cuddles, cotton/cottons, she/her, it/its, bun/buns, strawb/strawbs, val/vals, candy/candies, sweet/sweets, sheep/sheeps, glitch/glitches, kit/kits, sleep/sleeps, dawn/dawns, rain/rains, drizzle/drizzles, snow/snows, angel/angels, love/loves, web/webs, pop/pops, fizz/fizzes, ☁️/☁️s, 🍉/🍉s, 🧁/🧁s, and 🤍/🤍s pronouns!

They're dating Emu Ootori, an autistic bambi lesbian finromantic sapphic abrosapphic aceflux catstrawbgender softgender pinkgender pinkfluzzic cutegender shenbunine fuwaun carnicolorix amocatix asochaiex friamic douxinvern genderbubbly genderchou puerilgender paspinkbeecute monopinkcute cutesyic agrocutecatic acething strawbmilksippic kidcoric hypagekloudian plushgender trendercringic plushihuggic mogaicringic plushhoard femkiddic autigender adhdgender vocaloidgender idolgender genderfluff cutecollector cutecoric petalgender genderfae catgirlgender wondergender cottoncandygender sweetgender verbastimic catstimmic evarigirl ditsylexic idolthing adhdthing catgender pupgender bungender panbungender marshmallowtwistpupgender buntix bunhoardic idolbungender icecreampupgender neonyancatgender puphoard lesbicute magigirl magipuppic kiddiparfumic rainpupic confetticakegender bunpupgender kandigirlic candynecklacegender stickercoric clownbungender musictix sillycatgender rainbowcatian zoomiesgender xenogirl luckycatgirl cutenic magicalgirlthing age regressor with ADHD, anxiety, and PTSD who uses wonder/wonders, wonderhoy/wonderhoys, she/her, kandi/kandis, clown/clowns, they/them, candy/candies, it/its, he/him, sticker/stickers, pup/pups, fun/funs, sun/suns, cream/creams, bun/buns, marshmallow/marshmallows, stim/stims, sweet/sweets, fizz/fizzes, 🥳/🥳s, 🧚‍♀️/🧚‍♀️s, 🐶/🐶s, 🦄/🦄s, 💐/💐s, 🪷/🪷s, 🌈/🌈s, 🍡/🍡s, 🧁/🧁s, 🍫/🍫s, 🎪/🎪s, 🎡.🎡s, 🎀/🎀s, and any other neopronouns that wonder considers cute or fun!

Kohane Azusawa is an autistic demiromantic aceflux demisexual lesbian girlflux demigirl transmasculine nonbinary nonbinary girl librafeminine genderqueer paragirl gxrl genderdoe genderfloren weirdcattic froliclovermal vintasolea mooniyn catpastrygender sofpinkfem dullaescomfic cattix luveratix genderplaylist stellereni musicaconic kiddinoic ferristarric pupgender puppyplushic pinkplanetary anglipuppic bellukittyic melogender mushbungender aimdouxic quiescolascivic heliosweetic gigglesnowflic solisdawngender daisiboy tenergender fembluic mollisgender mascutint catinrainic strawshorcakic deergender sodacatgender cloudpupgender emoique strawbecookiecatgender berrybrowncowaestic plushsomigender florverna starfluid vocaloidgender confetticakegender idolcatgender ghibliaesic musigender petalgender caffèan animecoric shything lesbithing with ADHD and SPD who uses he/him, it/its, she/her, they/them, cloud/clouds, pup/pups, soft/softs, doe/does, star/stars, and kit/kits pronouns!

Kohane is dating An Shiraishi, a lesbian lesboy genderfluid libramasculine birl singalangric bluegender azurgirl cherrockglittic cufemian telcusmic musicgender acrigirl stargender adhdthing edgecute caffèan stickercoric femflux lesbithing with ADHD and Tourette's who uses he/him, edge/edges, star/stars, and blue/blues pronouns!

Ichika Hoshino is an autistic arospec demisexual lesbian demiboy enboy nonbinary genderfluid transmasculine agender vocaloidgender pupgender musicgender prettyboygender phonwaken sleepyfelic autigender mistgender idolgender petalgender shything with OCD and SPD who uses he/him, they/them, it/its, sing/sings, music/musics, pup/pups, cute/cutes, and blue/blues pronouns!

Saki Tenma is a lesbian aceflux trans girl girlflux paragirl catstrawbgender florsunsimusica pinkgender yellowgender pupgender pinkfluzzic cutegender shenbunine fuwaun asochaiex plushgender adhdgender idolgender cutecollector genderfluff cutecoric petalgender cottoncandygender sweetgender evarigirl ditsylexic adhdthing lesbicute magigirl magicattic stelluffin plushipuddic funfetticakegender stickercoric gxrl with ADHD who uses she/her, they/them, bun/buns, cute/cutes, petal/petals, plush/plushes, love/loves, pink/pinks, pup/pups, fluff/fluffs, 🧁/🧁s, and 💗/💗s pronouns!

Shiho Hinomori is an autistic butch greyromantic oriented aroace sapphic delphinian intersex agender transmascneutral gender apathetic pomogender singalangric misteria skirpagender genderamafem arothing sleepyneu autigender vocaloidgender musictix auticatgender ghostneut person with BPD and OCD who uses they/them, it/its, and he/him pronouns!

Honami Mochizuki is an autistic lesbian finsexual demisexual demigirl non-binary girl faesari softgender cinnamonostalgic fresafieldic vintasolea bungender cutegender linistornia friamic cupumime pastrygender floremime tiramisia ghibliaesic piegender applepiegender idolgender genderfluff cutecoric petalgender sweetgender spacecoric stargender evarigirl angelcoric panbungender idolbungender icecreambungender lesbicute tarabovian lumibunnic constellnoxky starrypupgender romsofpinkic spacecute cosmicthing spacething fruitpiegen cookiegirl who uses they/them, she/her, pie/pies, apple/apples, idol/idols, bun/buns, cream/creams, star/stars, moon/moons, space/spaces, constellation/constellations, cute/cutes, cinna/mon, 🥧/🥧s, and 🌷/🌷s pronouns!

Ichika, Saki, Honami, and Shiho are in a polycule together!

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alex-toldastory · 3 months

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TD (🎪)au

Mini scenes/skits

Justin during every act:

Leshawna: LET'S GET THOSE BOOTS MOVING BOYS!!

*Gunshot*

Crowd: GOO JUSTIN GOOO

Justin: Hehe..

'I wonder if Beth is watching today'

Leshawna: AND HERE COME THE BULLS

Trent: Hey Justin you rea...

Justin: 'Hmm I can't seem to find her'

*Bulls rams into him*

Trent: JUSTIN

Leshawna: AND JUST LIKE THAT FOLKS the show must come the an end. SOMEONE GET MEDIC

Trent: You have to stop looking for her in the crowd dude *leans over Justin*

DJ and Eva get their acts confused

Eva: AHHH

*Burts into DJs room*

DJ: AEHH!! Eva!

Eva: I am tired of people mistaking my act for your dumb ribbon dancing >:[

DJ: Well I'm sick of people mistaking mine for the world's strongest man

Eva: I am the strongest woman. Says so in every poster I'm on. How dare your silly act over shine my talent

DJ: Well my ribbon dancing is getting mocked by your strong whatever act

Eva: Well maybe if you weren't so perfectly muscular your act wouldn't be as silly

DJ: Perfectly muscular..?

Eva:..

#total drama #alternate universe #total drama au

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fadingluminaryruins · 2 years

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I hate the fact that Charles needs to fight in race and against his own team. It's so hopeless, every weekend, and you wonder why Carlos manages to get two more podiums. I don't know if it's masochism, sadism or stupidity at such a high level, to ruin the incredible talent of their driver.

I'm not saying that Carlos has no talent, but clearly Charles is more affected by the screwed up strategies of these incompetents. Oh and let's not forget that this boy is cursed, he has a fucking bad luck, it’s destructive to watch.

I've come to wonder if seeing Charles potentially being champion, at the beginning of the season, if they weren't going to screw up his races to become the most screwed up team in history. I have no fucking explanation for such a team.

Or maybe, they want to create a circus company in F1. 🎪

#f1 #charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari (derogatory)#anti binotto #ferrari #i think this team give me some paranoia #it’s not a therapy we need but a fucking miracle at this point

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starscelestialspells · 2 years

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Autumn Emoji Asks ✨

🍂: Make a simple autumn moodboard to show us your vibes this season! (or simply name the things you would put on such a moodboard)

👻: What is something in an animated movie or cartoon that scared you as a kid?

Woody the Woodpecker lol

🎃: What are some good memories you have of celebrating Halloween? And do you have any plans for this year?

Last year I spent Halloween at a rave, that was pretty spectacular. Halloween as a kid was always awesome also :) I don't have any plans this year yet but I think I just want to make spooky baskets with my partner and have a spooky movie night

🥧: Regardless of skill, if you could bake anything right now (pie, cake, muffin, brownie etc.) what would you like to make?

Pumpkin Bread

🌧️: Time for a movie marathon on a rainy day. Pick your top 5 movies to watch!

Practical Magic

Any of the Twilight movies

Pan's Labyrinth

Queen of the Damned

Beetlejuice

🍊: What is your favorite scent?

Rainy Cedar or Pumpkin Vanilla Campfire

📺: Do you watch horror movies? If yes, which are your favorite?

Not really, but Midsommer was very visually stunning

🍄: Write a short essay about your thoughts and opinions on mushrooms.

Mushrooms are wonderful wonderful things, I love them. They're cute in art, they're great in food, they're the beauties of nature, they expand the mind, they HEAL! And when I say they heal I mean in more than just the psychotropic ways. They can communicate under the earth. There's so many of them and they can thrive through so much that other plants cannot. I love mushrooms, I wish I could be a mushroom. Mushrooms have taught me about myself and others. Mushrooms changed my life.

🤖: If you were a video game NPC, what would be your catchphrase?

"Sweet strawberries, oh my!"

🍪: Favorite kind of cookie?

Turtle Pecan

📢: Shout any random thing that your followers really need to know.

@zepheriasimmer is my sims 4 cc account :)

💁‍♀️: What are items you definitely don’t need but tend to keep and collect anyway?

buttons

cool tags from clothes/other products

tiny boxes

🧡: Which 3 songs remind you instantly of autumn and why?

the obvious sweater weather, im not explaining lol

Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros - it just gives me big singing to your love drunk by a bonfire vibes, coziness

Boy with a Coin by Iron and Wine - this one gives me witchy tambourine around a bonfire vibes

📆: Is there any event or upcoming activity you look forward to?

THE RENAISSANCE FESTIVAL!!!

🎲: Which kind of board games do you like to play?

I haven't played a board game in a very long time, maybe I should change that. I like dnd though :)

🛏️: Describe 3 specific items that are in your room.

I have a fabric rainbow woven basket full of incense and I just adore it so much

My partner built me a desk shelf and its just absolutely perfect, if I was at home I'd share a photo of it but its just a lil mini table thing with two shelves on it. I put all kinds of cute little figures and plushes on it, figures from naruto, avatar (aang and toph), a lil cubone dude and other desky things haha

My dnd dice are purple with a pink to gold shift sparkle and they have witchy looking numbers that are gold

👹: Favorite fictional monster or villain?

Beetlejuice obviously

😿: Describe any scene in a movie/series/book that never fails to make you cry.

Really any Studio Ghibli movies, rewatching them as an adult you just see all these themes you never understood before and it just really touches me.

📚: What are your favorite book?

Circe by Madeline Miller

💀: Do you have any fears/phobias?

Grasshoppers

🎪: If you could go see any broadway show or theater play right now, what would you like to see?

Oh I have no idea I'll be honest, I don't know much about theatre.

🤡: What is the dumbest way you have been hurt or injured?

Pulling something slipping and giving myself a black eye haha

🍵: Top 3 favorite tea flavors?

Chai

Peppermint

Sweet (I'm from Texas lol)

💻: To feel nostalgic; what are some old games/websites you spent lots of time on when you were young?

The Sims, Animal Crossing, Online Dress Up Games

🧛: Did you ever dress up for a costume party, or maybe cosplay for a convention? If yes, which character?

I did Velma for Halloween at Six Flags one year

🍯: If you could choose any three-course menu, what would be your ideal starter, main and dessert?

Crab Ragoons, Some kind of spicy crunchy sushi, Ice Cream Cake

🍬: All-time favorite candy?

Sour Belt Candy

🏡: You can make it as crazy and silly as possible; what would be some must-have features of your ideal dream house?

Oh an art studio/craft room with all the organization things installed but also a free wall to put tons of inspiration, an indoor heated pool in a glass room, a glass sunroom period, plants growing all over the outside (stone house), fruit garden, pole room with also room to just dance and be about, trip/mediation/spiritual/witchy room with big ass windows, just lots of windows, lots of natural light, canopy bed, butterflies come and visit, in the wood lots of wildlife, a pond, big full trees you can sit under, gaming room :)

🎮: Whether you’re waiting for its release or just until you can buy and/or play it; are there any video games you are looking forward to?

The Hogwarts game!!

🍁: A new website, fandom, video, song, fun fact or anything, name a recent discovery you would like to share with your followers.

Trees with Human Skin by Head Empty - I promise you it's beautiful and angelic you will not regret giving it a listen!!

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#autumn asks #autumn emoji asks #autumn #autumn aesthetic #fall #witchy #fallvibes #fall vibes

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hannahhook7744 · 1 year

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The Storm Bringers' Circus Revamped;

Aaron Bog= Financial Manager.

Alex Aoratos-Sinclair= Security Guard.

Amira Bint Aladdin bin Cassim Al Hamed of Agrabah= Tiger Tamer, Trapeze Artist, and backup acrobat.

Anna Bog= Booking agent, Forger, OSHA Enforcer, and lawyer.

Atlas Foundling= Shape-shifter.

Beau Foundling= Helper and Stage Hand.

Clever Alina Olympian= Performing Mermaid.

Craven Edgar Bog= Helper and Stage Hand.

D.E Anonymous= Security Guard.

Darcy Aoratos= Fortune Teller, Medium, and prop designer.

Darius Foundling= The Insect wrangler.

Eduardo Frollo= Clown.

Evelyn de la Cruz= Animal groomer and janitor.

Fiona Foundling= Air Acrobat.

Francesca Delgado= Special Effects Artist and marketing co-manager.

Genesis Flores= Special Effects Artist and marketing co-manager.

Gunner Harp= Air Acrobat.

Hannah Hook= The Ringmaster.

Haul Bjorgman= Acrobat and Trapeze Artist.

Herlando Dancer= Tight-rope walker.

Hope Sid= Magician.

Howiee Wolf= Strongman.

Ike Bog= Helper and Stage Hand.

Issac Cipher= prop designer and DJ.

James Rourke= Ventriloquist.

John Facilier= The Escape Artist and Contortion.

Jolene Bog= Goth clown.

Josh de la Cruz= Costume Designer.

Joy Foxworth= Plate spinning.

Levi Giant= The Giant Boy, Helper, and Stage Hand.

Liberty Titan= The Tall Woman

Luke Tremaine-Westergaard= Clown.

Luís Sykes= Clown.

Lysander Foundling= Helper and Stage Hand.

Marcys Foundling= Helper and Stage Hand.

Misty Rivers= Performing Mermaid.

Moxie Frankenstein-Van Helsing= The Stunt Man.

Nadia Foundling= Helper and Stage Hand.

Noah Aoratos= The Plant Whisper.

Noor Foundling= Helper and Stage Hand.

Parker McLeach= Clown.

Peachy Gothel= Ariel silk dancer.

Remi de Vil= Concession Manager and back up Dj.

Rian Frankenstein-Van Helsing= Stunt Man.

Shan Bri= Costume Designer and make up artist.

Shania Silver= Knife thrower,

Skelebar Foundling= The Shadow girl, helper, and stage hand.

Skia Aoratos= Sword swallower and fire eater.

Tiger Khan= Tiger Linguist and Tamer.

Tommy Mystique Wonderful= Magician.

Treycor Fae-Aoratos= Fire Breather and dragon show.

Willow Hawthorne= Stage hand and helper.

🥜🍿🎪🎠🥜🍿🎪🎠🥜🍿🎪🎠🥜🍿🎪🎠🥜🍿

They all also take turns putting up and running the little game stands they have because none of them want to do it everytime.

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #the marvelous misadventures of hannah hook #hannah hook au #disney descendants au #descendants au #disney descendants alternate universe #descendants alternate universe #disney descendants original characters #descendants original characters #disney descendants oc #descendants ocs #disney descendants ocs #circus performers #circus #etcetera #etc etc #etc.

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themonotonysyndrome · 2 years

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I want someone to beat the shit out off vega. Karma for my boy caelum.

Plus image Warden sticking around to take care of the injured vega is something I want to see

-🎪

Wrong house, Doll XD But yes, karma needs to catch up to Vega faster!

I wonder if this is gonna be the Warden's villain arc. It'll be nice to a Listener turn bad!

#monotony's rambling #redacted asmr #headcanons

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slafkovskys · 2 months

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i think baby number three helps mend a lot of the leftover animosity from luke levaving

like him being around for the pregnancy, see what he missed, and that all goes into then talking about everything for one of the final times before they truly move on

-🎪

because last time he was an outsider looking in. he only heard what jack would tell his teammates when they asked or catch glimpses of her at games, but now he was in. he got be beside jack when they were getting ultrasounds done and both of the boys were practically shoving each other to get a glimpse of their baby on the phone screen. he got to touch her bump, to be included in the baby name conversations, he was getting to be a dad.

he calls her one day when he had wondered off in one of their road cities and wound up in some over priced baby shop. he sounds nervous, “i want to get them something, but i don’t know what.”

“this isn’t some random baby, luke. this one’s yours too,” she says the words gently and it kind of clicks for him them. he loves wren and drew like he had known them since they were born, like he had never left. they called him dad now but there was still that feeling of being an outlier where they were concerned. she sighs, “you’re a dad so buy your baby whatever you want. actually, no. nothing vulgar.”

you’re a dad. your baby.

he barely has time to process her words before when is popping into frame and shoving her like bobble head into view, “look daddy!”

#hughes bros x angel

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love-elizabeth · 2 years

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My wonderful pal and fellow princess @queennsandra is another year older today! 🥳 Happy birthday, Sandra! How lucky am I to have had another amazing year of memories with you?! 🎠🌸🎪 Being friends with you is like being wrapped in the coziest hug, and I can’t get enough of our talks about books, art, history, Disney, adventures, and boys. Wishing you an upcoming year full of all those things and more! I love you so so so much!! 💕 (at Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiAw1vZusa4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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mogai-headcanons · 2 years

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(from project sekai)

nene kusanagi is greyromantic, finromantic, lesbian, aceflux, demigirl, demiboy, non-binary, transfem, enboy, non-binary girl, non-binary boy, demigenderfluid, cuddlegender, plushgender, bungender, catgender, cottoncandygender, weirdcattic, softgender, boviplushic, flashgameian, distorglitchic, rainyhorric, cutegender, solmangagender, autigender, ovitihiems, cattix, cityica, kiddinoic, patchgender, casualic, ambonec, madscientistcatgender, arothing, acething, kidreamcoric, sleepdayial, hezegender, mollianic, gendermoxie, webcoric, tenergender, sleepygirl, femmtint, moukawic, pluviplushic, nocmotrellic, catinrainic, gendergroslina, lostglitchgender, emoique, gamerbunboygender, nocatsleepyic, wasuretic, genderfrio, plusheepgender, felmouenby, bugcatgender, magiboy, botgender, vocaloidgender, digicute, sanriogender, softicfemascgender, sleepything, idolthing, virtualgirlic, virtualboyic, ghibliaesic, sleepyxenic, fairylicht, mistgender, cutecoric, petalgender, wondergender, lesbicute, musictix, animecoric, shything, vocaloidthing and uses they/he/plush/soft/cuddle/cotton/she/it/bun/strawb/val/candy/sweet/sheep/glitch/kit/sleep/dawn/rain/drizzle/snow/angel/love/dawn/web/pop/fizz/☁️/🍉/🧁/🤍. they have autism, age regression, bipolar disorder, and ocd.

nene is dating emu ootori, who is a bambi lesbian, finromantic, sapphic, abrosapphic, aceflux, catstrawbgender, softgender, pinkgender, pinkfluzzic, cutegender, shenbunine, fuwaun, carnicolorix, amocatix, asochaiex, friamic, douxinvern, genderbubbly, genderchou, puerilgender, paspinkbeecute, monopinkcute, cutesyic, agrocutecatic, acething, strawbmilksippic, kidcoric, hypagekloudian, plushgender, trendercringic, plushihuggic, mogaicringic, plushhoard, femkiddic, autigender, adhdgender, vocaloidgender, idolgender, genderfluff, cutecollector, cutecoric, petalgender, genderfae, catgirlgender, wondergender, cottoncandygender, sweetgender, verbastimic, catstimmic, evarigirl, ditsylexic, idolthing, adhdthing, catgender, pupgender, bungender, panbungender, marshmallowtwistpupgender, buntix, bunhoardic, idolbungender, icecreampupgender, neonyancatgender, puphoard, lesbicute, magigirl, magipuppic, kiddiparfumic, rainpupic, confetticakegender, bunpupgender, kandigirlic, candynecklacegender, stickercoric, clownbungender, musictix, sillycatgender, rainbowcatian, zoomiesgender, xenogirl, luckycatgirl, cutenic, magicalgirlthing and uses wonder/wonderhoy/she/kandi/clown/they/candy/it/he/sticker/pup/fun/sun/cream/bun/marshmallow/stim/sweet/fizz/🥳/🧚‍♀️/🐶/🦄/💐/🪷/🌈/🍡/🧁/🍫/🎪/🎡/🎀 as well as any neos that wonder considers cute or fun. wonderhoy has adhd, autism, anxiety, ptsd, and age regresses.

kohane azusawa is demiromantic, lesbian, aceflux, demisexual, girlflux, demigirl, transmasc, non-binary, non-binary girl, librafeminine, transmasc, genderqueer, paragirl, gxrl, genderdoe, genderfloren, weirdcattic, froliclovermal, vintasolea, mooniyn, catpastrygender, sofpinkfem, dullaescomfic, shinaijoui, cattix, luveratix, genderplaylist, stellereni, musicaconic, kiddinoic, ferristarric, pupgender, puppyplushic, pinkplanetary, anglipuppic, bellukittyic, melogender, mushbungender, aimdouxic, quiescolascivic, heliosweetic, gigglesnowflic, solisdawngender, daisiboy, tenergender, fembluic, mollisgender, mascutint, catinrainic, strawshorcakic, deergender, sodacatgender, cloudpupgender, emoique, strawbecookiecatgender, berrybrowncowaestic, plushsomigender, florverna, starfluid, vocaloidgender, confetticakegender, idolcatgender, ghibliaesic, musigender, petalgender, caffèan, animecoric, shything, lesbithing and uses he/it/she/they/cloud/pup/soft/doe/star/kit. he has adhd, spd, and is autistic.

kohane is dating an shiraishi, who is lesbian, lesboy, genderfluid, libramasculine, boygirl, singalangric, bluegender, azurgirl, cherrockglittic, cufemian, telcusmic, musicgender, acrigirl, stargender, adhdthing, edgecute, caffèan, stickercoric, femflux, lesbithing and uses he/edge/star/blue. he has adhd and tourette’s.

ichika hoshino is arospec, lesbian, demisexual, demiboy, enboy, non-binary, genderfluid, transmasc, agender, vocaloidgender, pupgender, musicgender, prettyboygender, phonwaken, sleepyfelic, autigender, mistgender, vocaloidgender, idolgender, petalgender, shything and uses he/they/it/sing/music/pup/cute/blue. he has autism, ocd, and spd.

saki tenma is lesbian, aceflux, a trans girl, girlflux, paragirl, catstrawbgender, florsunsimusica, pinkgender, yellowgender, pupgender, pinkfluzzic, cutegender, shenbunine, fuwaun, asochaiex, plushgender, adhdgender, idolgender, cutecollector, genderfluff, cutecoric, petalgender, cottoncandygender, sweetgender, evarigirl, ditsylexic, adhdthing, lesbicute, magigirl, magicattic, stelluffin, plushipuddic, funfetticakegender, stickercoric, gxrl and uses she/they/bun/cute/petal/plush/love/pink/pup/fluff/🧁/💗. she has adhd.

shiho hinomori is greyromantic, oriented aroace, butch, sapphic, delphinian, agender, transmascneu, gender apathetic, pomogender, intersex, singalangric, misteria, skirpagender, genderamafem, arothing, sleepyneu, autigender, vocaloidgender, musictix, auticatgender, ghostneut and uses they/it/he. they have autism, bpd, and ocd.

honami mochizuki is lesbian, finsexual, demisexual, demigirl, non-binary girl, faesari, softgender, cinnamonostalgic, fresafieldic, vintasolea, bungender, cutegender, linistornia, friamic, cupumime, pastrygender, floremime, tiramisia, ghibliaesic, piegender, applepiegender, idolgender, genderfluff, cutecoric, petalgender, sweetgender, spacecoric, stargender, evarigirl, angelcoric, panbungender, idolbungender, icecreambungender, lesbicute, tarabovian, lumibunnic, constellnoxky, starrypupgender, romsofpinkic, cookiegirl, spacecute, cosmicthing, spacething, fruitpiegen and uses they/she/pie/apple/idol/bun/cream/star/moon/space/constellation/cute/cinna/🥧/🌷. they are autistic.

ichika, saki, honami, and shiho are all dating and in a polycule together!

queued!

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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years

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Let’s all have a moment of silence for the fact that Marauder stans are the HP equivalent to Wanda stans…

So tragic 😣

The hypocrisy

The not holding them accountable for their actions

The praising of their horrible actions because “anyone would have did that if they were in their shoes” or “well that wasn’t their intention” and “well they did something good and sacrificed their family/themselves so they’re automatically innocent angels”

The hating on the one character that “negatively” interacted with them then stanning other characters that are equivalent or worse than that one

The fact that the characters they hate did more to save the world (died for it actually) than their uwu babies and they’d rather have an aneurysm than admit it…

The WAY they give these characters the title of “feminist icon” when they’re far from it💀

It’s giving clown show at this point…get in bitches, we’re going to the circus 🎪 🚗

Please how did I never notice the similarities??😭

The hypocrisy, the double standards, the toxicity, the excuses, bashing other characters that were nowhere near as bad, etc etc. Literally how the fuck did I not realise this??

Wanda stans excuse her joining Hydra, enslaving an ENTIRE town hostage because her boyfriend died, murdering multiple innocent people, and literally being a mind-rapist by claiming that “she was just grieving it’s understandable uwu”, yet they demonise Dr. Strange for doing bad things when he took responsibility for them and always mended them, and they call Tony Stark horrible… y’know… the same man who died saving everyone.

Marauder stans excuse the Marauders’ sexually assaulting, abusing, choking, immobilising, and nearly murdering a poor, unpopular, already-abused, half-blood Slytherin who was powerless against them by claiming that they were just popular kids when they did it and that Snape “deserved” it.

God- the excuse those idiots make:

“Oh but Wanda was so alone, she was grieving and had to create a fake reality to ignore the truth”—Really? A sob story? That’s her excuse? As if everyone didn’t lose someone in the war

“Oh but the Marauders were just popular boys”—They were 16, that’s old enough to know sexual assault is horrible

“Oh but Snape bullied Neville years later so that means his teen-self deserves it”—Ahh, so James and Co had the ability to see 20 years into the future? Huh.. I wonder why Rowling never brought that up

Let’s not forget the horrendous cringey-ass girlboss feminist quote from Marvel themselves: “You break the rules and become a hero. I do it and I become the enemy. That doesn’t seem fair.”

Welp, I guess acknowledging your mistakes, taking responsibility for them, facing the consequences, feeling guilt, mending them, and saving the entire universe is comparable to enslaving an entire town, always playing the victim, whining about your suffering, having characters and Marvel themselves excusing your crimes and never actually facing the consequences. Yeah ok that makes sense.

And I will literally never get over the fact that Wanda and the Marauders get called feminist icons. Like…. WHAT?😭😭 James threatened a girl (Lily) with violence, blackmailed her, and harassed her. Sirius and Peter actively supported it, and Remus did absolutely nothing to stop it. And let us take a second to remember that Remus wanted to abandon his pregnant wife. Not very feminist of him. And Wanda—while not exactly sexist—is FAR from being a feminist icon.

It’s giving clown show at this point…get in bitches, we’re going to the circus 🎪 🚗

*hops in*

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