#I swear some people do not know what it’s like to be violently bullied

[slythepuffle]

Another one shot for @dismissivedestroyer’s Dexter Lives AU. Angst was requested and so angst ye shall receive. Plus it’s something that’s already been brewing in my mind. Set during Hollow Sorrows.

TW: Violence against people, Thoughts of Violence, Implied Character Death (If I’m missing anything please let me know)

He didn’t mean to.

That was the one constant thought running through Dexter’s mind as he sat in the front office, looking down at his feet. The principal was talking to his mom, he could hear them through the door, but his racing thoughts drowned out their words. They made him feel like he was underwater, drowning under them while muffling everything else.

He didn’t mean it – Yes he did – He didn’t want to do it – Yes, he did – It was an accident! – NO IT WASN’T– 

The door opened. He flinched, violently, before slowly turning his head. His mother stood there, her expression just… tired, as she looked back at him. Angry, no, furious, no, disappointed, maybe a little. But mostly… just tired.

He stood up quickly, mouth open to say something. “Mom–”

“Let’s go home, Dexter,” she said quietly, and his mouth snapped shut. He nodded quietly, shrinking under her gaze, and grabbed his backpack off the floor. They walked through the front office, Dexter trailing behind his mother, listening to the whispers around the office as they left.

“Did you hear what he did?”

“What an awful boy…”

“His mother should be ashamed of him.”

His shoulders jerked up to his red ears, grinding his teeth together, and digging his nails into his backpack straps. But he didn’t do anything, no matter how much he itched to do something. He was already in enough trouble as it was anyway. He didn’t want to hurt anyone else either.

The whispers lingered, long after they had left the office, now just sitting in the front seat of his mom’s car.

Dexter couldn’t look at her. Couldn’t bear to see her disappointment, her anger, her shame. He heard her sigh, and then – “So, what happened?”

He blinked, turning to look at her. She wasn’t looking at him, staring straight out the window, hands on the steering wheel. “W–What do you mean? D–Didn’t the principal tell you?”

“Yes, he did tell me,” she confirmed, turning to look at him. Again, she didn’t look mad – she should have been – just tired and expectant. “But, I want to hear it from you too. So, Dex, what happened?”

He looked at her, uncertain. What could he tell her? What should he tell her? A lie? Something to make him sound better to her, like what he did wasn’t wrong? His stomach churned at the thought – He couldn’t lie to his mother.

“I–I did hit the kid,” he mumbled, sinking into the seat. “B–But I didn’t mean to hurt him! I swear I didn’t. I was just… upset. He put spiders in my locker.”

That had been the main reason. The kid was a bully, but had gotten away with things before because he was the teacher’s son. Dexter was his main target for a long time already, and this incident just pushed him over the edge.

But there was another reason. One that scared him.

After he first hit the kid, he felt a sudden, almost euphoric rush. It was… pleasing, to see him hurting and crying after what he did. But then, Dexter kept hitting him. He hit him and hit him and hit him, until the kid’s face was bloodied and bruised.

And some sick part of himself had liked it.

Dexter had liked watching him bleed and had especially enjoyed being the one who caused it. But he also hated it. It felt wrong, to see the other kid in tears, covered in his own blood. But he continued to hit him, up until a teacher pulled him away.

It was worse when he was sitting alone in the office, after the initial rush had faded away, leaving him guilty and scared of himself.

What would have happened if the teacher didn’t stop him? How far would he have gone? Would he have hit him even after the kid no longer moved? Until he was covered in the other’s blood, fists bruised by how many times he threw a punch?

Those thoughts made him sick to his stomach. He didn’t want to hurt other people, he really didn’t. He just… did. And he had enjoyed it, in the moment, which made him feel even worse.

Dexter felt himself tear up at the memories and thoughts, turning away from his mother in shame. What would she think of him, if she knew what was going on in his head? Would she still consider him to be her little boy?

Would she hate him?

Michelle looked at her son. He was so grown, almost thirteen now. But, to her, he was still her little boy, the one who she hugged whenever he was cold. She knew that he would never hurt anyone without purpose or a reason, regardless of what other people said. He was always striving to be a good kid, never realizing that he already was one.

Her gaze softened, and she leaned forward, pulling her son into a hug. Dexter flinched, surprised. “M–Mom?”

“What you did was wrong, Dex,” she said firmly, pulling away. She held him by the shoulders, looking him in the eyes. He shrunk under her eyes, but listened as she continued. “Hurting people is wrong, you and I both know that.”

He shrank away, looking away. She smiled, soft and sad, adding, “But, I also know that you didn’t mean to hurt that boy. Despite what everyone else may say, I know that you, Dexter, are a good kid. You make mistakes, like everyone else does, and you learn from them.”

Dexter blinked at her, eyes wide behind his glasses. He hadn’t expected that. He had expected anger, disappointment, frustration. Not… not this. “What if… what if no one else sees it that way? ”

“Even if no one else sees the good in you, I always will. I’ll always love you, for all the flaws that you may have and the mistakes that you make. And I’ll always be there for you, Dex.”

He could feel his eyes watering but he didn’t want to cry. “Promise?”

Michelle smiled at him, soft and loving. “I promise.”

He couldn’t hold them back – Tears welled up in his eyes as his mother pulled him in close, as he buried his face in her shoulder and sobbed. They hugged each other tightly, just sitting there in the school parking lot, crying until his eyes were red and puffy. When they pulled away, he could see her eyes were shiny, even if she was smiling brightly.

“Alright, enough of the waterworks. We’ve cried enough for today. Wanna go get ice cream?”

He rubbed his eyes, shooting her a watery grin. “Heck yeah!”

~~~~

Dexter let out an angry hiss as he pressed a hand to the newly bandaged wound on his side. Shoulda gone to Patty, she was better at this than he was. “Fucking cultists… ”

He had been hanging out with his honorary nephews earlier, walking them around town along with Father Gregor when he had suddenly been called away. Apparently, there was an infestation somewhere away, just on the outskirts of town. Far from his usual route, but nothing too straining. He knew the kids would be safe with the priest, so he left them with promises to hang out later once he was done.

Except, he wasn’t able to do that.

The call was a trap. When he arrived, the house was empty and when he turned around, he was immediately stabbed in the side. Luckily, he reacted quickly, twisting the knife out of his side and returning the favor on the red-robed psycho that jumped him. He kicked the bastard for good measure, then ran like hell out of there back into his truck.

The guy had tried to follow him, more of them emerging from somewhere in the house, but ended up eating the cloud of dust he left behind. Now here he was, sitting in his mom’s bathroom, bandaging up his wounds. He was glad she was out of the house – She would have freaked out when she saw him.

It was weird though. Her appointments usually didn’t take this long…

Suddenly, there was a loud sharp knock, coming from the living room. He peered out of the bathroom door, eyes narrowed behind his glasses. It couldn’t have been his nephews – The last time they were over, Skid had an allergic reaction to all the cat fur. It couldn’t have been his mother either – It’s her house, she would have the keys.

Dexter decided to go check it out, getting up off of the stool. Cats hissed at him where he walked, but he ignored them. It wasn’t worth it to bother them. Then, he opened the door just a crack, peering out of it to see who was outside.

“Father Gregor?” he asked, a bit surprised, before opening up the door more. The priest looked like he had been through hell, with his leg clearly bitten and bloodied. “Father, what happened to you?”

The priest’s expression was grim. “It’s been a long night, Mr. Erotoph. And many terrible things have occurred tonight.”

Dexter was immediately concerned. “Did something happen to the kids?”

Father Gregor frowned, but shook his head. “No, the children are fine. This is… another matter, I’m afraid.”

The priest reached into his pocket, pulling out something with a golden chain. He looked on, confused, as the man offered it to him. Dexter took it, feeling something round in his hands, and looked down at it. His heart dropped.

It was his mother’s locket, the one that held a picture of him. He ran his thumb around the edge, popping open it just to confirm. Once he did, he looked up at the priest. “Wh-Where did you get this?”

Father Gregor inhaled, standing up straight. “I am sorry that I have to be the one to inform you, Mr. Erotoph. But your mother… was in an accident, at the hospital. One of the staff had been possessed by a demon and she hadn’t known.”

The Father was speaking still, but Dexter couldn’t hear him. He was staring back down at the locket, static filtering out the words, growing louder and louder–

“I–I need a moment,” he interrupted, voice cracking. He knew it was rude, but he just– just– “Please.”

Father Gregor seemed to understand, nodding his head. “My doors are always open for you, Dexter.”

The man limped away, and Dexter shut the door, leaning against it. Now alone, his thoughts rushed forward, flooding his mind. Drowning out everything else–

She’s gone she’s gone she’s gone she’s gone she’s gone she’s gone she’s gone she’s gone she’s gone she’s never coming back you’ll never see her again she’s never going to come home she’s never going to be able to hold you again she’s dead–

“Even if no one else sees the good in you, I always will. I’ll always love you, for all the flaws that you may have and the mistakes that you make. And I’ll always be there for you, Dex.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Dexter let out a strangled sob, clutched the locket hard to his chest, and dropped down to his knees.

She was gone.

#spooky month #spooky month au #Dexter Lives AU #spooky month dexter #spooky month michelle #spooky month gregor

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Bully

alastor x gn!imp!reader

this is part one bc i think i wanna do a smutty part two teehee

Summary: You became friends with Charlie by chance and decide to join the hotel to help! However Alastor is a cruel bastard, and you can’t understand why; he’s just such a little bully. He bugged you while drinking one night and you decide, you’d just leave the hotel; charlie will understand, however Alastor won’t let you.

Warnings: Manipulation im pretty sure, insecurity, drinking, mean alastor (kinda), reader is an imp, alastor try’s to get reader drunk not for nefarious reasons, choking, reader gets held down teehee, swearing, i think that’s it? lmk!!

word count: 3K

You gripped your glass at the bar as the red hellion pranced around you happily like the obnoxious deer he was. “Hello little hellborn.” Alastor hummed, you ignored him continuing to stare into space at nothing. “I’m surprised you haven’t left yet, it’s quite the embarrassment to be born in such a place and be as weak as you are.” Sliding in the seat beside you, he magically made a drink appear in front of him. It was some sort of brown liquor, you weren’t sure what kind. Aside from his cruel tone, his body language was relaxed, arms rested against the warm brown oak coloured bar, occasionally you could catch his coat moving at the back, or his ears twitching softly.

You ignored his stupid prodding, it wasn’t anything new, he wasn’t a fan of you and had no problem letting you know. “So my little imp, how is this evening treating you?” Alastor egged on, leaning toward your slumped over figure. Husk was long gone, relieved of his bartending duties at such an hour, meaning you were left to fend off the giant buck yourself. “Good, how’re you little deer?” You snark back, taking a long gulp of your drink.

Alastor didn’t seem to mind, laughing boisterously with his head thrown back. “My my somebodies sour today. I don’t blame you, a pitiful thing like you? i’d be miserable too.” He let out that annoying goose like, ha ha, that he thought was so coy before taking a swig of his drink. You eyed the clock in the corner, and then sent a glare his way. “Do you ever sleep? Leave me be.” The deer brushed you off, not bothering to respond, he just continued to pick up his drink, take a few sips and put it back down.

You’d met many cruel bastards in hell, but Alastor was the cruellest of all. Which was a shocker to your friends back in the greed ring when you told them. You’d had your fair share of violent run ins with men, so when you professed this one man who’d never put his hands on you, was the worst, they couldn’t believe it, snarking that you were simply being sensitive.

But Alastor was observant and coy, he liked to play pretend happy go lucky but he was calculated in his cruelty. He rooted up your insecurities and then he used them against you, like in crowds of people, in stressful situations, just to embarrass you or make you look crazy; he knew how to pull the strings. The worst part is you could identify it, but couldn’t stop it. You knew what he was doing and he was still able to get to you, and you couldn’t lash out because you were just some Imp from greed who compared nothing to human overlords.

“I didn’t take you for a martyr dear.” Sucking in a breath you tried to remain calm, you knew it was only a matter of time before he spoke something stupid again. “Shush.” It was barely an attempt but at the very least you said something passive. “I think you have a little crush on me.” Eyes bulging you snapped your head towards him in disbelief. Sitting tall Alastor smirked smugly, eyeing you from the corner.

“That’s so fucking juvenile! I never have ever showed any amount of interest in you, and you won’t fucking leave me be Alastor!” You shriek, hands curled in front of you gripping at air as you face him. You could feel the blood rushing through your veins as you screamed at him, and your shoulders tensed with the rage coursing through you. Alastor shrugged a single shoulder, flicking his hand, your glass refilled making you attention get momentarily drawn to your cup.

“I am unsure if that’s true dear. You see, I've been observing certain behaviours for quite some time, and i do believe you have quite the soft spot for me. Who wouldn’t though.” Taking a few large gulps from your cup as you listen to him ramble, you finished with an obnoxious ‘ah’ his ears gently flicking. “Like what exactly? Tell me exactly what you ObSeRvEd, big red.” You mocked his voice tilting your head from side to side, briefly he squinted his eyes at you giving you the impression you’d managed to finally get under his skin a bit. Noted.

“You always avoid my gaze, sometimes, oh my, do you stare, let me see-” His nails one by one came down against the wood of the bar, tapping repeatedly. “Not convinced, I do all those things cause i hate you.” Your face was as flat as your tone, no emotion there whatsoever, but Alastor lazily looked over to you his head tilted ever so slightly.

“You cannot have hate without love my dear.” Had there been booze in your mouth you would’ve done a spit take, thankfully though there wasn’t, instead you slammed your fist against the bar cackling manically. “That’s such bullshit!” The exclamation was loud your voice lifted an octave as you laughed. The deer once again waved his hand refilling your glass and sipping at his own. “It’s true little imp. How can you hate something you never liked to begin with?”

Now that stunted you, your laughing ceased as did your insane thrashing around on the barstool. Your face scrunched as you thought through the words he said over and over. He was right, and that’s what was getting you, technically he was right. “Mm, maybe because it’s annoying.” You finally say with a tone that basically said ‘duh’.

“So you know you hate something before you like it, because it’s annoying?” Alastor repeated voice lifting with false intrigued. You nodded drunkenly gulping down more of your poison in a glass. “How did you feel before you established it’s annoying?” Your lip quirked up, you felt confused at that. You shook your head, head falling towards him, neck stretched slightly. “Nothing because he’s always annoying.”

“Who?” You slapped your hand against your face, either Alastor was playing dumb, or he was. It was obvious to you, that he was that ‘it’ you were talking about. Deciding to not even respond you return to your position. Your hand fiddled with the glass as your eyes danced loosely around the back of the bar as you sat in momentary silence. “You’re not even that hot.” You slurred, mentally noting that you were started to get a little drunk, and to slow down a bit.

Alastor chortled his radio sounding out a laugh track with him. “Please dear, I know plenty of sinners who think otherwise.” Rolling your eyes you put your lips to the glass remarking, “go bug them then,” before taking your drink. Alastor kissed his teeth at you, filling up his glass this time and taking a polite swig.

“I’m just trying to keep you company in your time of need.” You groaned in disbelief, watching as he sipped his alcohol watching you from the corner of his eye. “You should go, especially since you have sooo many people desiring your company.” You mock making exaggerated faces as you spoke, your behaviour wasn’t too out of the ordinary as you were a fairly theatrical demon yourself, but not with Alastor. He was only granted the most minimal aspects of your personality so he couldn’t use anything against you.

The demon quirked his brow, spinning the seat he faced you, one arm on the bar still gripping his liquor. “Oh but I do! So many women and men are just throwing themselves at my feet, so many fans of my broadcast. Oh and if i may, some are quite the sight. I might even say some had my eye,” Resting his head on his hand which had released his cup to rest his head, he stared at you through lidded eyes that told you he was teasing you. You again noticed he was trying to poke you, annoy you, but still couldn’t stop the way your teeth grit and your face crunched, hell even your stomach clenched making the warm alcohol crawl up your oesophagus.

Growling you tipped your glass, bottoms up right? You slapped you cup down empty, though it didn’t stay for long before it refilled itself. “Would you stop filling my fucking up?” You snap, following in suit with turning your body towards him. Your knees brushed against eachother as you spun your chair but you barely cared. “Darling, stop drinking it so fast and I won't fill it.” The way he remarked, throwing his free hand around lazily made you want to rip his face off. “I want to leave, that’s why i’m drinking.”

Checking his nails meticulously, the demon ignored you. Tonight wasn’t the night and you could feel the overwhelming emotions start to ripple up from where you pushed them down, like a tsunami. Thankfully no angry tears fell, and you managed to regain your composure by hiding behind your tilted cup, only getting yourself drunker than you already were, or needed to be. “Why do you care to bother me?” You urged jabbing your chest with your finger.

Surprisingly the radio demon was silent, more silent than ever, no ambient radio, no hum nor scoff, just erie silence. You watch his face stay still, eyes stuck forward, with an annoyed sigh you snapped your fingers in front of his face. His eyes darted down soaking in your drunken state, eyes filled with impatience. A different type of smile took over his face, the look he gave you might be even considered flirtatious, but with Alastor you never knew.

“You’re just so fun to annoy, I get such a kick from watching you suffer!” Scowling you face soured as the tsunami of emotions creeped up again. You stood from your seat, barstool screeching like nails on a chalkboard. You without another word marched away leaving the full cup on the bar. You got to your room thankfully without any bother from the red devil. In your hazy state, you haphazardly tossed various belongings you had on the bed. You were so tired of feeling pathetic and small, you wanted to go back to where you somewhat belong. You wished you were strong like Angel, he’s so much stronger for being able to put up with Val, you can’t even put up with Al without running off, and Alastor’s not as bad.

Tears began to fall in self pity as an avalanche of emotion and memories crashed down on you fueling your erratic packing. Walking into the ensuite bathroom you had, you closed the door and sat on the toilet seat, trying to calm your rapid breaths and calm your heart. Your face burnt and your chest felt tight, this was idiotic, you continually chanted to yourself. Taking a final deep breathe you washed your face in an attempt to sober and cover up the tear tracks. When you left the bathroom you gasped stepping back, fear momentarily flooded your system and quickly fizzled out.

There stood Alastor patiently waiting, hands tucked behind his back beside your bed. “What the hell are you doing?” Your tone was harsh as you barreled further into the room nearing him, finger pointed at him ready to prod at his chest. Before you could speak again, or land your finger on him, he speedily gripped your wrist, drawing your attention up. “Oh hush, dear, always so angry. I just came to check on you after you left so abruptly, and then i heard banging and this awful squeaky sound.” The look in his eyes told you that awful squeak must’ve been your sobs.

“Okay great you checked, i’m good, now leave.” Gently you wiggled your wrist from his hold, and moved it from him and then the door. Alastor hummed flatly, turning he slowly waltzed around your bed looking down at the things that were on it, including the suitcases. “No can do dearie, seems you’re trying to make an escape. That’s quite emotionally immature don’t you think?” You slouched over, grunting at him. You simply decided to work around him, he wasn’t going to talk you out of leaving. Unfortunately you were drunkenly set on leaving, and though Charlie would probably be very upset, you knew she had plenty of support here.

Static fizzled ominously from him as you continued to ignore his presence, ignoring his calls to you, or one off comments about your clothing choices, he even began to materialise right in front of where you were headed making you bump into him. Despite all that, you’d just move around him, and not listen to a word he said. You even began to hum as you folded your clothes. “Darling you are being-” You spun from your position hunched over the clothes, bumping past him you intended to go to the bathroom to grab your toiletries unfortunately that small gesture of rudeness was the snap for Alastor.

Antlers growing in size the demon gripped you from behind and tossed you on the free space of bed. You yelped as you were tossed, landing somewhat softly amongst the things on your bed. Gripping your ankle, you were yanked by him to the edge, his hand coming down to wrap itself around your neck. Leaning over you dials in his eyes he statically hissed at you. It was a sight you weren’t used to seeing, he didn’t even show genuine anger when Mimzy led the loan sharks to the hotels door. You didn’t necessarily feel fear staring up at the ballistic looking animal man, but you weren’t comfortable that’s for sure. You’d been in this position before and unless you die, you more than likely will be again.

Still intoxicated you just limply laid there waiting for him to either break your neck, choke you, or set you free. At this point you didn’t care which happened just that he’d hurry it up. “You aren’t leaving the hotel dear, so when i let you up, you’re going to unpack.” Your looked at him with disgust, his antlers coming back to their original size, his claws retracting soothing your aching neck slightly, and his eyes returning from their dial form. “If this is about Charlie, she won’t mind, i won’t even tell her you did it, now get off.” Your voice came out raspy from his tight grasp, but it wasn’t too painful.

“This isn’t about Charlie.” The words came out punctuated and harsh, like part of him didn’t even want to say it. “Then what is this all about, let me go.” You began to wiggle, raising your hips in an attempt to buck him off, but instead he dropped his hips on top of yours weighing you down. “I don’t know,” He grit angrily, his eyes returning to the wide eye dial. “I have no clue what my particular fascination is with you. The worst part is, you’re tight; why don’t I just leave you be?”

Groaning and lulling your head back, you think to yourself that he’s playing some awful trick. “Oh for fuck sakes Alastor cut the shit!” His neck cracked as his head tilted unhealthily to the side, his face inching closer to yours. He watched you closely, the uncertainty evident in your eyes; he doesn’t blame you for being so weary but he hates it. “Oh my, such crude language,” Tutting softly he brought his face directly in front of yours, lips inches away, eyes locked, there was no room for you to run, he had you pinned and cornered.

You couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused at the way he sat across your hips weighing you down, his hand resting against your neck compared to the original squeeze it had, and his other hand splayed right next to your head to keep himself balanced as he hovered over your face, it was an erotic position in your mind. Instinctively your hands went to his chest attempting to keep distance, but he pushed against it, disregarding any boundary that there was. “How could I change that snappy tone, make you stay, and believe me?” His tone was raised with a false sense of curiosity and cluelessness.

With a deep chuckle that could’ve been a demented giggle, Alastor crashed his lips against yours harshly. You squeaked at the contact of his warm lips against yours, and he quickly darted out a pitch forked tongue taking your breath away in one foul swoop. Despite your brain screeching at you to pull away, kick him, do something! You didn’t, you couldn’t, you were loving every second of him.

He smelt oddly like woodchips mixed with expensive cologne, his lips pressed against yours with hard intent but the way they danced against yours was gentle. His smile stayed put, though it was relaxed, his lips were cracked and rough against yours. His hair tickled your forehead, and around your neck his thumb gently caressed back and forth.

Under all the stimulation of just Alastors being, you completely gave in, melting into the mattress. You didn’t even know how tense you were until your muscles relaxed letting Alastor’s body sink further into you. You hummed softly against him trying to stay at the forefront of your mind instead of losing yourself in him, it was too risky at this point.

Alastor pulled away, your lips glistened with wayward saliva, though the kiss wasn’t too long nor too messy, it still was pretty intense. It seemed Alastor kissed you with frustration as motivation. Your eyes were lidded as you stared up at him as he looked down at you in admiration, the first time he’d ever looked at you softly, at least from what you could recall.

“What happened to being a weak imp?” You asked softly, voice wobbly. Chuckling lowly Alastor had what could be described as a fond smile on his face. “You still are,” Your mouth stretched into a flat line as did your eyebrows. “But, you’re a weak imp i feel called to protect. A weak Imp who can be strong if alongside me.” The demon sounded sly and calculated as he spoke but his face and actions contradict his words; they were soft. Alastor removed his hand from your neck gently cupping your cheek and caressing it as he spoke.

You truly couldn’t tell whether or not he was manipulating you or being honest, but the only way to find out, was to chance it.

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[diagonal-queen]

Omg you're backkkk<3 I hope uni's going well for you!

Maybe the Hunting Dogs with a s/o who's kind of mean/petty?

Hunting Dogs with a mean S/O

♡ pairing: Fukuchi Ouchi, Jouno Saigiku, Tecchou Suehiro, Teruko Okura (platonic), Tachihara Michizou x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How are the Hunting Dogs with a mean and petty S/O?

♡ cw: Swearing, u r a BULLY >:((, dw it's pretty chill though, non-graphic NSFW with Jouno, teensy bit of NSFW with Tachihara, mentions of violence, crime and torture

note: ahhh hello yes i'm back! uni's pretty great actually. i love being able to tell people i go to law school lmao, it makes me feel smarter than i am. uhh but i've been swamped and a bit busy, and i'm going back home for a week so i might not be super active over the next couple weeks, i'm so sorry my babies </3 but i'll still be lurking in case you wanna chat! as always, apologies for errors and i hope you enjoy x

Fukuchi:

Mf you think he cares?? He hired Jouno and Tachihara because they committed crimes, and he's more than happy to keep Teruko around. Bro doesn't give a FUCK that you're mean

If you're dating Fukuchi you clearly do give a shit about the welfare of society and world peace, so your individual quirks are just that. Quirks

He will fully let you just be a dickhead sometimes, because...like, why not?

I feel like Fukuchi is obviously often a very intimidating individual who strikes fear and commands respect from everyone else. But you? You just walk all over him

In some ways for him it's probably kind of refreshing to have someone around him who doesn't idolise him at all, or look up to him as a superior. It gets exhausting, for sure. Sometimes he just wants to be humbled and that's so okay Fukuchi, you deserve it actually /mean-spirited and condescending

Don't get me wrong it's not like you're an abusive partner! You're still obviously nice to your partner and you love him, but you definitely don't go out of your way to sugarcoat things or try to avoid any necessary confrontations

And Fukuchi genuinely really respects that about you. He's pretty similar like that, though still definitely goofier than you

I mean he won't want you sitting around with an RBF when he's at formal events and whatnot, because that really wouldn't have the best impression, but he's usually very gung ho about letting you be yourself

You're lucky he loves you man...lmao

Jouno:

He loves it. Full stop.

You two are just sadist central over here. Like he'll be torturing a suspect and you're just watching. Bored. Not a care in the world

(Jouno, I don't think you're legally allowed to invite your partner to watch you do your job- much less one like this, but...eh...)

You two are always just talking shit about people to each other, and like when you're out in public on dates you're just whispering to each other and judging people T-T

Lowkey kinda gets turned on when you guys argue. He thinks it's hot when you get heated and angry. Usually it ends in rough "passionate hugging", and the pillowtalk is when you both actually resolve the issue (dumbasses)

He might even purposefully rile you up sometimes because mf is just THAT much of a horny degenerate. You guys can call him classy and gentlemanly all you want, but we all know he's secretly deranged

Like an angry, horny goblin with a knife...someone stop him

Tbh you should probably bully him a little bit every now and then. I think he needs to be taken down a peg sometimes

Hey, he's more likely to listen to you than Tecchou, isn't he? Besides, it's nothing genuinely malicious. Just couple's banter

Oh, you guys are fucking LEGENDS at the couple's banter. Though you never do it in public, because a lot of the times the things you both tell each other as jokes can come off as really cruel jabs

Nah your senses of humour are just not family-friendly (violent and malicious)

You guys have very strange ways of showing your love and affection. But, hey, it works for you and that's what's important :)

Tecchou:

Ah yes, arguably the least meanie of all of the Hunting Dogs. Yeah uh he doesn't really like you at first

Tecchou doesn't understand being mean just for the sake of it. I mean like, for Teruko, she uses it in her career, and Jouno is sadistic and weird and also uses it in his career. You're just petty because you can be

But the more time you spend together the more he realises that you're really not that bad- you're really just more of the loveable asshole type

An acquired taste, yes, but this is Tecchou we're talking about! That's his thing!

He learns to appreciate the things about you that many others would probably consider flaws. He influences you for the better definitely...

...BUT you also kinda make him worse

He will adopt your 'deal with it bitch' attitude sometimes, but it doesn't hinder his relationships or work so it's fiiiiine

(Jouno isn't a huge fan of it though...but at the same time he kind of respects you)

Tecchou probably won't admit it but he really likes to listen to you rant and bitch about people you don't like. He just likes to listen to you be angry about trivial things, he finds it equal parts endearing and entertaining

If you're mean to someone who deserves it? Well I mean...who is he to stop you?

At the end of the day you're definitely emotionally self-sufficient, so that's one less part of you for him to fret over. All's well that ends well or some shit idk

Teruko (platonic):

You guys are literally the best of friends

She's the loud fiery kind of mean and you are the 'I will straight up meticulously ruin your life' kind of mean

You on some r/nuclearrevenge type shit and she fucking loves that for you

Like she's fully willing to plot and scheme with you and do whatever mean shit you suggest. You two are menaces and she should absolutely not be a military soldier

Teruko WILL smite your enemies. And by smite your enemies I mean she will actively do what she can to ruin the lives of people you don't like, with absolutely no remorse (pretty sure she actually commits crimes to do this)

She LIVES for your cruel one-liners and clever insults. Every time she hears one she absolutely hollers

Teruko enjoys it when you're mean to the other Hunting Dogs (except Fukuchi). They can handle a couple bitchy words so it's not a huge deal, but she's just extra amused by it

For the record you're not *mean* mean, you're just...humbling them (which let's be real they could use from time to time (Jouno, again, looking at you))

Nobody is surprised by your guys' friendship really

You're a dangerous pair. Please stop

Teruko kinda likes that you hold grudges so frequently because she'll never tire of hearing you shittalk the same exact people and events over and over again

She'll shittalk them too

Dia doesn't approve of this friendship

Tachihara:

You guys know that scene in B99 where Jake says that he can't decide if he's scared of Amy or turned on by her and then decides that he's both? Yea, that's Tachihara with you

He is a good person at heart, and outside of his mafia gangster persona he's really not that mean, and as such he does not encourage mean behaviour. But like, when you do it? Mm...

Bro is WHIPPED

Lowkey he probably gets some of his mafia persona ideas from you 💀

His mafia coworkers have no questions about how you two get along, and they generally like you. The other Hunting Dogs have a few more questions

Tachihara isn't some shy, quiet introvert, but he is generally pretty chill and a nice person. They like to playfully tease him about how different the two of you are (though if it gets too far he knows he can count on you to rip them a new one with no issue)

Dw they still like you though! Especially Teruko

He has absolutely no problems with you for being cold and blunt. It's nothing he himself can't handle, and in some ways it actually makes talking to you easier

Again, I'll stress that you're not mean to him, you're just not the most lovey-dovey person out there. But you DO put effort in and that's what Tachihara cares about, even if it isn't in a stereotypical way

If anything else, you're certainly loyal!

Tachihara loves you for all of your different eccentricities, and he's also kinda turned on by them. Win-win? Win-win.

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[cheesemonky]

Chapter 1: Fairy or Not?

pairing: fairy!felix x fairy!reader

Series Masterlist

Word count: 1.5k

summary: A fairy gets their wings once they're 13. A normal one at least. You're 23, and still without any. This leaves you without a mate, because who would love a wingless fairy? So when you decide to leave, it's quite the surprise to find a fairy with a wing missing…

warnings: reader has trauma, swearing, blood, description of reader scratching their back violently?? NOT PROOF READ lmk if i missed anything &lt;3

“I didn’t even know it was possible to not get wings!”

“Ew, don’t talk to her, it’ll give you her disease..!”

“There’s a reason she has no friends.”

And suddenly, you weren’t there anymore. You shot upwards from your bed, panting and wiping away your cold sweat. A different version of the same nightmare, and it never forgets an evening. Your life was not an easy one, that’s for sure. 10 years since that wretched day. Since the day that reshaped your life forever.

10 YEARS AGO

“Honey, I don’t know what happened, but she didn’t get any..!”

“A-A fairy can’t not have wings..! Then they’re just a mini human! Does this mean she won’t have magic either..?!”

This was officially the worst birthday ever. Not just for you, it’s the worst in fairy history. It’s common knowledge that, on a fairy’s 13th birthday, they get their wings, which hold their magic. And you had been so hyped for it all. You had told your friends all about it in the past week, and you were sure that yours would look prettier than anything anyone’s ever seen. But now the day had come round, and there was not a single trace of a wing on your back. Not a sprout, not even a glimmer. You broke down in tears that morning, and the look of horror on your parents face was unimaginable. You were facing your back to the mirror, scratching at where your wings should have been, your back all red and raw from the drag of your nails.

They took you to every hospital, every magic healer, every guru but no one could understand what had happened. It was unheard of for a fairy not to have any wings. Hours upon hours of crying, curled up in bed, locked away from your family. It was days before you came out of your room and weeks before you could even muster up the courage to show up at school again. That’s where it was the worst. You weren’t outright bullied, no, they were too scared for that. They were all convinced that you had some infectious disease, and they couldn’t risk having their own magic affected. Even you began to believe that you were cursed. It was the only way to explain anything. And this was just the beginning.

NOW

You didn’t know when the nightmares started to feel more real but it wasn’t something you could help. You just hope they don’t get any worse. You shuffled out of bed with a sigh to get ready for another gruelling day at work. Just because you were wingless didn’t mean they didn’t want to hire you. Okay, they didn’t want to hire you but you were the only applicant for a job that no one else wanted. And so, you made your bed, got everything ready for the day and grabbed a pomegranate seed for breakfast on your way out. Stares were usual, though you’d think people would have gotten used to it by now. As you passed your local hospital, you took a peek into the windows of the waiting room. Seats filled with fairies with damaged wings. How could they be so careless with something so precious? If you had gotten your own pair, you swore you’d protect them like nothing else mattered. You tore your eyes away, realising that you were going to run late if you kept staring. After arriving at the office, you sighed internally. You quickly hurried to your desk and sat down, determined to ignore the fairies who began their daily gossip. 

”I’m surprised she managed to get a job at all..!”

”It’s only because no one else wanted to do it…”

”To be fair, literally no one likes dealing with customers, sooo…”

“Y/N? A lady wants to talk to our PR team, and you’re the only one in the team here today.”  You groaned internally before standing up and walking over to the lady waiting at the front office. You plastered a smile on your face and greeted her warmly.

“Hi ma’am, what seems to be the problem?” She eyed you up and down for a moment before glancing behind you.

“Oh.. is there no one else?”

“Unfortunately, no. Can I help you?”

“Whatever… I called this company some time ago and they said they’d get back to me in an email, but I’m still waiting.”

“I’m sorry, but we get a lot of calls and emails everyday ma’am, but you will get one eventually.”

“‘Eventually’ isn't good enough, I need one now. Your customer service is not very reliable.” You sighed. Is it really that hard for customers to understand that there are other people who come to your company? Half the time, they ask the same thing.

“Ma’am there’s not much I can do. There are people who have been waiting longer and we have to get to them first, or it’d be unfair.”

“Can’t you just- get back to me first and then do the rest? I’m a very busy woman.”

“Ma’am, we’ll get to you when we can.” You could see her face fill with contempt as her face took on a scowl. You smiled curtly, turning back to go to your desk when you heard her grumble.

“Tsk, there’s a reason no one loves you, ugly cunt…”

“Excuse me?” You snapped your head back to look her in the eye, but you knew that anything more and you’d break down. She probably didn’t mean for you to hear anyways.

“You heard me. No one loves you, you ugly fucking cunt. Can’t even do something for someone. You ain’t a typa fairy special just because you don’t have wings. Hell, you ain’t even a fairy at this point.” You open your mouth to say something, but not a sound comes out. Your eyes darted around, looking for someone to help you out, but everyone kept on with their usual work. No one batted an eye at the scene unfolding. You held back the welling tears, and managed to choke out a sentence.

“M-Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to leave…”

“Gladly. I can’t stand being near you a second longer…” Taking a deep breath, you turned on your heel, determined to keep your face up.

“God, the world ain’t even love you enough to give you wings…”

“Shut the fuck up.” The lady flinched at your words. You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but something in you snapped. You had spent so much time in your life trying to shut out the voices that told you the same thing. Years spent trying to deal with being told that you were weird and disgusting. And people still think they can pull this shit? Oh no, no, you weren’t putting up with it this time.You stormed out of the room and shoved past a bunch of different people to get to your desk. You grabbed a nearby box from your co-worker's desk, emptying it of its contents. You shoved everything into the box, your files, your books, the little trinkets you had set up. Hot tears streamed down and fell off of your face even as you walked up to your manager. Getting right up in his face, you stuck your finger pointedly at him before whispering,

"I quit."

Soon enough, you were back on the street, walking home with a plan set in mind. You were going to leave this goddamn place for good. At home, you threw your box to the side before grabbing out your biggest backpack. You stuffed your favourite clothes inside as well as some necessary toiletries. Some snacks and rations to keep you satisfied until you managed to gather your own food and the few good memoirs that decorated your bedside table. You walked out your home for the second time that morning, your neighbours whispering louder than before. You ran as fast as you could to the edge of the small fairy town, only looking back once before you stepped out into the Great Australian Bush.

Days passed as you travelled, careful not to be caught by a possum or something of the likes. It took a while, but you learnt how to forage properly, looking for nuts and berries to last you a good while. And you did it all without wings. Perhaps they were wrong. Maybe you really didn't need wings. And it went like that for months. You were a little disappointed that no one came looking, but what were you expecting? You were the only fairy out here.

Until one day, you stumbled across a trail of blood. You were planning on turning and leaving to go the other way but something caught your eye. There was glitter in the blood. A distinct feature of fairy blood. You followed the trail for a while, before finally finding him. He was beautiful. Freckles painted his cheeks like stars, and his presence gave off its own glow. But then you saw it. On his back, one wing was perfectly fine, but in place of the other was a fresh wound. You looked out a bit further and there it was. His other wing, fallen and mixed in with the sticks and dirt.

"Oh shit…"

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leisel's note: i got a litle tired of the hyunjin one but dont worry, its not abandoned!! but i had a brainwave for this one so enjoy :3 felix will be properly introduced next chap :))

#skz #skz fics #stray kids #lee felix #felix angst #felix fluff #skz fluff #stray kids x reader #fairy felix!! #<3 #felix x reader #skz Felix #lee yongbok #skz angst #skz series

[lakesbian]

okay so 2.8. overall thoughts on rachel's introduction.

rachel not wanting a fifth person to join the team is ostensibly about the money she would lose from it, but it's more importantly about the fact that, as a disabled girl deeply unwanted by society, she has absolutely no trust in people. she can tolerate brian, lisa, and alec for the sake of the security and stability, but she doesn't trust them beyond the bare minimum. a strange person being brought into her house is deeply scary. she's used to every single new person she meets being a threat, someone with motives she can't read expecting her to operate based on arbitrary rules she can't understand. and because she has been taught that the only way to keep herself safe is to hurt people before they can hurt her (everyone will always want to hurt her), her immediate reaction to taylor Being There is to sic her dogs on taylor with hopes of scaring her off & securing her environment again. rachel autism lindt <3

brian is the second person we see breaking out the not-so-repressed violence and anger in this scene. he clocks rachel in the face, he says

“I fucking hate it,” Brian growled at the girl, putting emphasis on the swear, “When you make me do that.”

and he does some yelling about God Fucking Dammit. i think the crux of brian is that he consciously fervently does not want to be like his abusive stepfather, but the only alternative he's been taught was by his father...who is, unbeknownst to brian, also abusive. he's been taught that masculinity = good + mandatory and strength = masculine. his vision for himself as a Good Man who Takes The Lead and Cares For People involves stifling his 'weak' emotions and running himself ragged. he's not even very good at repressing himself compared to the other undersiders, so he's prone to outbursts like this sometimes--where, regardless of whether or not the violence he's engaging in is rationally justifiable, it's immensely charged w/ undertones of reminding him of exactly who he wants to avoid being.

it is Fully Understandable why, as a 17yo w/ zero training in conflict deescalation, the only way he can think to solve the matter of rachel violently siccing her dogs on someone is socking her. but "i fucking hate it when you make me do that" is still eerily reminiscent of some things his abusive stepfather has likely said to him before. he doesn't Want to be like that, but he doesn't know how to let himself be anything other than that.

(this situation w/ rachel and taylor sucks for him, ftr. he was so genuinely elated that he'd Acted Normal Enough to snap up this cool addition to the team, a girl with a good power who actively thinks along the exact same rational lines as him. which is important, because he needs the undersiders to succeed so that he can care for aisha like he feels he needs to. and then rachel busts in ruins what he's viewing as this great success by attacking taylor to drive her off. brian laborns bad day. rachel lindts bad day. tayor heberts bad day. lisa wilbourns deeply stressful day. alec vasils depression slump day.)

AND we get to watch taylor be violent and angry as well. that one is very simple there's not much to say about it. she's full of violent repressed anger (it's why she imagines beating the shit out of emma & co when she's being bullied in the halls prior to meeting the undersiders again), she usually holds it back because she recognizes that it would just cause the system to fuck her over more in the long-run, and here she realizes that there's no consequence of fighting back and proceeds to whale on rachel.

(i think that the reason she's primarily violent with her own human body here instead of w/ the bugs is because her usage of the bugs is frequently a form of dissociation--and here, rather than having to dissociate her way thru a violent situation, she's finally allowed to confront it head on and fight back w/ hands and feet As Herself. sucks and traumatizing to be attacked by dogs, but cathartic to be able to fight back.)

meanwhile: lisa is presumably vividly imagining slamming her own head into a brick wall and alec (badly depressed, seen far worse) doesnt even care with all the shit he's got going on

#wormtime 2 #wormtime 2 arc 2 #parahumans #wormblr #this is NOT a coherent post but thats how liveblogs work!

[cuntboyprincess]

(Disclaimer: This post shall in NO WAY sexualize a minor!!! It is simply a representation and explanation of one of my traumas and therefore my resulting kinks!)

I remember when I first came out to friends and my parents as trans when I was 12. I had very small-no breasts. SO much "damage" could have been prevented....

But I was not allowed to take blockers or do anything about it before I haven't turned 18.

I remember how absolutely traumatizing it has been to be so powerless and helpless as puberty hit me and when my body changed right before my eyes. My hips getting wider, getting my period, my breast getting huge. I have always been very thin and petite build, so my breast seemed extra big compared to the rest of my body even when they had a normal size. And there was no way to stop it. It didn't help that the boys at my school had a habit to grope girls every now and then to "check" if their breast have gotten bigger yet. I know it's sooo fucked up but I swear this really happened at my school and the teachers did nothing about it because "boys will be boys". The got lectured about how they shouldn't that but did it anyway...

I have been a victim several times to this and have been groped against my will by sometimes several guys in a row behind the school building as they were laughing about it, thinking it was nothing but funny. But to me it was more than humiliating since I was trans and my breasts made me highly dysphoric. It was sexual harrassment and bullying right before everyone's eyes and nobody stopped it, no teacher, no one.

It felt soooo horrible to have such obvious boobs. I was binding my breasts everyday by the age of 15, basically living as a tomboy but not officially outed as trans. One time one of the boys actually did pull my shirt up and another one holding me and pulling my binder up in front of 4 other boys, they all laughing about me and calling my boobs udders and jokingly gasping saying how huge they already are.

I was dying out of shame and it made my boobs my absolute biggest insecurity ever. I felt SO exposed wherever I went, I felt like everyone is staring at my chest..

When I was 17 and an end to it all seemed "nearer", I was not far away from turning 18 and being allowed to start t and have a double mastectomy; my boobs had to extra humiliate me one last time, as if they did it on purpose!!

They had a major growth spurt and within just a few months I outgrew my binder and had a D Cup. Which looked gigantic on my small, thin body. I will never forget how dysphoric they made me feel and the helplessness as they appeared bigger each week. I know it probably wasn't as bad but I basically FELT like a cow with huge milk tits in my body.

I was the happiest person alive when I finally turned 18 and when I finally got my mastectomy!!!

For years I had a major trauma by these experiences as you can imagine.

But eventually this turned into a hardcore kink, maybe it fucked me up mentally so much that this was the only way left to cope with it.

Nowadays I masturbate sooo often to these memories! And to thoughts of still having my huge, jiggling tits, people staring at me, at them, either laughing, looking disgusted, making fun or simply being confused about what I am (man or woman). Just being totally and helplessly exposed. I even bought big, realistic silicone tits with nipples on them, and a skin glue and pleasure myself for hours to groping them as I wear them and make them jiggle on me. Sometimes I contemplate ....wearing them and a thin tshirt where the nips are visible through it, walking around somewhere outside as they noticably and obviously bounce around, making sure some random people actually see me looking like an obvious transman who didn't have chest surgery yet, nor wears a bra... And then masturbate violently to their reactions and face expressions....

What gets me off so hard as well is the fact how much my bullies fucked me up and wondering what they'd say if they could see to what I masturbate to now and all the kinks I got from what they have done to me... 🥵

#detransition kink #fakeboy #ftm detrans kink #ftm girl #detrans kink #ftm kink #ftm misgendering #ftmtf #ftmtf kink #humiliating kink #misgender me

[xysible]

Swap!Eccentrics' Origin cards!

[ s!War Era lore below cut <3 (keep in mind i haven't read Altered or the original stories, so this is all based off of Element & the few anime episodes)]

Ex Fine: > Tatsumi, Himeru, Mao, Rei

5 Eccentrics > Nagisa, Rinne, Mayoi, Leo, Sora

Bystanders (they're important i swear) > Tsumugi, Arashi

= = = = =

Trigger/Content Warnings: - Mentions of violence - Suicidal thoughts; mentioned/implied suicide attempt

= = = = =

In the beginning, the need of a reform in the school was both Himeru and Tatsumi's idea. Tatsumi was the one to actually attempt to do much about it though, roping Himeru, and later Mao and Rei into it. He ends up as leader of ex fine and the one to draft up the idea of the Eccentrics. Both Himeru and Mao were somewhat involved in that, like how c!Tsumugi was. The original 3 were supposed to be Nagisa, Rinne, and Leo.

Himeru was the one to suggest Sora.

Sora was... a bit of an outcast. He came into his first year and was pretty quickly alienated and was bullied by a lot of the students. He's found by Hinata later on. The two quickly become best friends and Hinata gets people to back off on bullying Sora. They form Ra*bits, one of the few units from the school at the time.

Sora was known to be good at what he does, just a little odd. Himeru chose him for that reason, although he wasn't aware of the bullying the kid had to deal with.

Mao suggests Mayoi, after accidentally finding the Secret Room.

Mayoi spent a lot of time in that room and Mao didn't even know he existed until then. He used the room as his little corner and it was full to the brim with stuff he made, particularly, outfits and dioramas. Mao was impressed, and he felt that Mayoi could probably be a good candidate.

= = =

The first Eccentrics meeting went... interesting. Rinne and Leo fought, Nagisa tried to mediate while trying to help the rather scared Sora and Mayoi. The two didn't stop bickering until they realized they made Sora cry and were like "oh shit."

They eventually warmed up to each other, though, becoming a bit of a family.

Most of them were unaware that they were about to be vilified by fine.

= = =

The first to go down was Sora. Well... technically Hinata.

As the student body got more hostile against the Eccentrics, they decided to target the person they were kind of already targeting before this whole thing. They saw the fact that pretty much no one was doing anything as confirmation that this was okay.

The Ra*bits duo were attacked in the hallways one day. Hinata was injured the most, Sora being pulled away by some of the other Eccentrics as they tried to stop the fighting. They succeeded, but too late. Hinata is later hospitalized and the Eccentrics learn he's in a coma.

Sora is distraught and basically pulls a Shu. He starts talking in 3rd person around here, as a way to distance "himself" from the person who was unable to save his best friend from the people who were after "him" originally.

= = =

Himeru and Rei are furious at Tatsumi for not stepping in before things go that bad. Himeru shouts at Tatsumi and breaking off their friendship. He blamed Tatsumi for being both the indirect cause of Hinata's hospitalization and the person encouraging the students to be this violent.

= = =

Mayoi is desperate to fix all of this and stop the harassment they're getting. He feels this whole thing is unjust. He pulls a Natsume, basically, as well as disappearing soon after Sora.

= = =

One of the people watching this whole thing unfold changes their opinions on the Eccentrics and Fine. Tsumugi, who had overheard Himeru and Tatsumi's argument, reaches out to the Eccentrics a little after the Incident, offering to help them.

Nagisa, figured out what Tatsumi was doing, tells Tsumugi it. At this point, the other Eccentrics are unaware, although Rinne and Leo are sort of suspicious about what Nagisa knows. Tsumugi ends up helping Sora and Mayoi as the chaos in the school gets worse around them.

= = =

The final battle against the Eccentrics and Fine happens, and Leo is chosen to be the one who fights against Fine. Nagisa tells him a week before all of this happens. Leo agrees to loose on purpose despite Rinne's protests. Mayoi shows up for the live, but Sora doesn't.

= = =

Going back to the beginning, Mao was originally intrigued when he learned about the three original Eccentrics. He brought up how he wasn't sure they would get along.

Nagisa was known to be a "god" of sorts and was highly respected. People knew about his connection to the Godfather and all.

Rinne was known as a clown, a person who was painted as "the eccentric outsider" when he first came to the school and have just been acting how people expect him to be.

Leo was known to be a genius composer and he was someone Mao admired a lot. Mao wasn't super sure about how this whole thing was going to go down, and he wasn't sure how he would feel about seeing Leo defeated. He didn't want to hurt him, but he felt like Leo could handle it, so he let it happen.

This leads up to the last live. Rei and Himeru are well ready to leave, but Mao is unsure. He's.. unaware he's being dismissed after that live. Leo gives Mao a little talk and enough confidence to get through that live.

Leo and his partner, Tsukasa, loose, and the War ends.

= = =

After the last live, Tatsumi is distraught. He pushed away Mao out of fear, feeling like what Himeru and Rei said were right and he doesn't feel deserving of a "hero" title some of the students have given him. He doesn't feel deserving of being student council leader. He doesn't feel deserving of being an idol.

He would've ended it all on that rooftop if Arashi hadn't been on there at the time and stopped him.

= = =

Arashi, another neutral bystander like Tsumugi was, had seen the whole thing unfold. She, originally, was against Fine after seeing what they let the student body do to Hinata. She later learns that, despite the rumors of the argument between Himeru and Tatsumi, it wasn't planned. They didn't want to do that, but Tatsumi was afraid that if he stopped them from doing whatever, the revolution wouldn't be successful.

She forgives Tatsumi for what he did and convinces him that he's worth something, still.

= = = = =

Other stuff:

Leo and Mao later find each other and start up Ryusetai

Arashi and Tatsumi are the original members of new Fine. Shu and Hajime join later on

Yuuta comes in the next year, posed at Hinata. Sora catches on almost instantly but they promised to make it work. Ra*bits is revived and gain two new members, Aira and Tori.

Because of Rei having been through the War, he's able to do more effective damage control when the Reimei revolt happens.

Himeru leaves to Reimei as well, later forming 2wink with Kaname

A bunch of the ages have been changed for this, uhhh I'm not really sure on many of them though lmao

if you wanna see more of this au, go check out @enswap :3

#enstars unit swap! #enstars swap au #enstars au #enstars #card edit #au #mayoi ayase #rinne amagi #sora harukawa #leo tsukinaga #nagisa ran #spoilers? #i don't know it's based off of element & obbligato so take that as you will #i torture my favorites i'm so sorry sora #also i didn't proof read this so i might've missed some lore or repeated something oops #five eccentrics #ensemble stars #enswap lore #enswap edits

[c00kietin]

@imytheone WHOO

I HAVE COMPLETED THE DRAWING!!

I shall also tag @allmightyscroll-swag as well cuz I like tagging em in oc related stuff :3

While I have drawn the siblings profiles, and Brittany making some appearances, Imma tell you MORE information about them!! >:D

One quick thing: These four are my oldest ocs (along with two others but you don't know em eheheh) from 2020 and at the time of making them I had just found out what Helluva Boss is. These characters were very much inspired off of them, especially Cici and Brittany.

Let's start off with the youngest:

CICI

Like I said, she is the youngest being around 6-7 years old

Pronouns are she/her, I'll just say aroace since I don't picture her being in a relationship at her age-

Cici is part demon thanks to her mother, but hasn't developed horns or a tail yet.

However, she has some powers, that being super strength and flight!

She can't fly very high, although she is the strongest in the family; being able to lift around the same weight as a van full of people. The older you get, the weaker your powers would become; so Cici, Onika and Zeke's mother would have the weakest powers.

Cici swears more than Onika and Zeke, mainly because of her mother. She gets in trouble at school regularly for this. That and for throwing chairs around. And for biting teachers' ankles. She gets in trouble for a lot of things.

Like all children, she has tantrums at times. But, of course, hers tend to get more...violent. Usually ending up with someone breaking a bone or two.

For hobbies, Cici enjoys drawing, roleplaying with toys and making things (whether that's with Lego or metal scraps-)

She doesn't listen to music as much as her siblings do, but her favourite artists are Pharrel Williams and Five Finger Death Punch.

She has insomnia and has a lot of difficulty sleeping.

Her and Onika love watching TMNT together, and are currently on Rise.

Cici's original design was heavily based off the girl with the large bow and brown curly hair that appeared in the first episode of HB. I was quite unoriginal at the time lol.

ONIKA

Onika is the middle child, being 15 years old.

Her pronouns are she/they, and they are also aroace.

Onika's powers aren't as strong as Cici's, but she can fly better and can piggy-back the weight of two adults.

Onika technically has a tail, but it's now a stub because a group of bullies cut it off.

Yeah. She was bullied when she was younger. She was jeered for being both demon and human, and neither species wanted to be friends with her.

This was also mainly because she had anger issues which caused her to have violent episodes if provoked enough, one time being she almost killed a teenager younger than her.

Luckily, she's gotten better now and is practically never violent. Except in Mariokart.

Onika is usually either hyperactive and energetic, or utterly lazy and unmotivated.

She desperately wants to get Maori tattoos like Zeke but her parents don't allow her.

She hates wearing skirts and having her hair down.

Onika doesn't have a lot of hobbies, but she enjoys trying new foods, skateboarding and playing the guitar.

Her favourite artists are AC/DC, Metallica, Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden.

I'm pretty sure I based the hair off of another character I saw online once, but I can't remember her name- all I know is that the hair isn't original:'D

ZEKE

Zeke is the oldest at 19 years old.

His pronouns are he/him and he's gay.

Zeke uses his powers the least and only really uses them for miniscule tasks around the house like moving a bed or fighting his sister.

Yeah. Zeke and Onika fight a lot, more physically than verbally, and it's usually for stupid reasons, like who rightfully had the bag of pretzels first.

Zeke has both a tail and horns (which are still growing).

He also has difficulty with keeping his body temperature warm, so he wears a lot of layers and a lot of black to keep in as much heat as possible.

He has Maori tattoos along the back of his left shoulder as well as part of the left arm, but rarely shows these to people.

Zeke has been teased by many to have a "baby face", which annoys him greatly.

He can be mostly found in his bedroom gaming, listening to music or curled up in a ball in bed.

He likes sleeping. A lot.

His favourite games to play are mainly action/shooter games (I'm not an expert in this department so feel free to decide which ones he likes playing) and occasionally likes to play RPGs.

His favourite artists are Green Day, Linkin Park and The Offspring.

BRITTANY

Brittany is also 19 years old and is best friends with Zeke.

Her pronouns are she/her and is an asexual lesbian.

She has the ability to fly, and being incredibly tall probably has some advantages too.

I honestly don't know how her and Zeke ended up being friends, but they just did.

Brittany is a very affectionate person and adores hugging, cuddling, complimenting and kissing people (non-romantically).

She also adores fizzy drinks and cats. She ADORES cats. And animals in general.

If she was to encounter a cat, whether that be an anthropomorphic one or not, she will give them double the amount of affection.

When Brittany's happy, she wags her tail about, shakes her hands and squeals. She does this quite often.

She can be extremely chatty and talkative and could go on for hours on end talking about almost anything.

However, Brittany is extremely clumsy and is prone to falling down the stairs, tripping, running into windows and/or getting her horns stuck in things.

Her hobbies are shopping, going to cafés and watching romcoms.

Her favourite movie is Love, Actually and her favourite artists are Ariana Grande and Twice.

Her original design was heavily based off of Verosika from Helluva, and I still can't let go of the long white hair + pink skin combo :') Fortunately, I think I've managed to differentiate Brittany from her, or I hope-

OKAY I AM NOW DONE I should be sleeping-

#my ocs #oc art #art #long post #infodump!! <<33 #thank you for letting me do this lol #cici #onika #zeke

[substitious-bastard]

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

📖: If you had to remove one book from the series, which would you choose?

king i have so much love for this fandom and book series but i will do my best.

💚 : my favourite character is all of them but some of the worst takes i've ever seen are about granny weatherwax. like guys you know that people have flaws right? you know the cold persona is an act right? sometimes people are old and have had a difficult life and that makes them mean, and that's not good and she is a bully but if you think about her for even a second you can identify this strong undercurrent of careing and compassion in spite of it all. that especially comes through if you read the tiffany aching series because she has grown a lot in those ones. anyway what i'm saying is i guess, ill never tell anyone what books to enjoy and its totally fine to dislike she ig but i don't think its fair to swear off the whole witches series because of it (i have seen people do this it's insane) like guys sometimes you have to stick around for longer that a book to see character growth. (read carpe juglam)

woah dudes that was kind of a lot

anyway

📖: jesus christ you can't ask me this, mostly because i don't belive any should be gone completely, i think they all contribute in important ways. opinion cancelled i just remembered snuff. what is going on in snuff. like i don't want it to disappear but my god is it tonally dissonant from the rest of the watch books, at that point sir terry pratchetts heath was impacting his writing and that is extremely sad and understandable. i do think snuff does suffer because of it. my main grievance is with the character of wilkinson, mostly because the ongoing bit of, this fancy dapper elderly butler being inexplicably a very skilled and violent fighter is very funny to me specifically and i dislike the way that the way the character is described physically in that book undermines the subversion. idk i just don't vibe with it.

(i have more to say but for the sake of sanity we'll cut it off here)

#read carpe juglam guys i'm being so fucking for real #the bastards bullshit #discworld #gnu terry pratchett #ask tag

[lunarsun12]

Don’t Touch My Kids - Part 3

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After seeing Wooyoung, he immediately added Seonghwa to the mix. I swear seonghwa kids always get ropped into somehow. As well new info that Yeonjun was also there. Which lead to a misunderstanding from Lee Know and Bangchan.

As the way Wooyoung described Yeonjun, sounded like he was a kid. Which Soobin got added to the mix and have lots of questions to Seonghwa about him and Yeonjun.

Let’s see how the interactions unfold

Lee Know Created The Chat:

Discipline Your Children

Today 22:00

Lee Know🐰: I hope, I don’t have that mother again! Such a pain

Bangchan🐺: Bro Chill, you really had beef with that Eomma

Lee Know🐰: It’s a long story chan!!

Seonghwa🌸: Hello?

Soobin🍞: What is this chat? Seonghwa you are here too?

Seonghwa🌸: I’m confused as you…it got to be our children

Soobin🍞: What has Kai / Beomgyu done now

Lee Know🐰: CAN I GET YOUR KID PHONE NUMBER SOOBIN?

Bangchan🐺: Minho, remember the plan. I do all the talking and you do the listening? Also untie wooyoung from the chair!

Soobin🍞: Why do you want Beomgyu and Kai number. They barely left the house this week

Seonghwa🌸: Why? Why are you tying wooyoung to the chair? That is impressive without him biting you…

Lee Know🐰: NO-

Bangchan🐺: He means Yeonjun, Wooyoung buddy?

Soobin🍞: Yeonjun isn’t my child, he is my husband!!

Lee Know🐰: What!? How did Wooyoung and Binnie got it so wrong…

Soobin🍞: Is Yeonjun cheating on me with…Seonghwa kid?

Seonghwa🌸: WHAT!! Your husband Soobin…

Bangchan🐺: No, no we just assumed he is a kid, as he friends with wooyoung

Seonghwa🌸: How an earth wooyoung, become friends with that flirt…

Soobin🍞: Im surprised, Yeonjun made friends with Wooyoung

Soobin🍞: And Hwa? Stop calling Yeonjun a flirt, that is rude

Bangchan🐺: Soobin, get your ki- I mean husband to come over to my son house. We need to ask them a question

Soobin🍞: Okay? This is weird? Also hwa, we need a talk!

30mins later…

Yeonjun arrived to Changbin’s house, he wasn’t happy as he got woken up by Soobin. To deal with this problem. Yeonjun knocked on the door, the door opened and Yeonjun was knocked out.

The panic Bangchan was scolding Lee Know, not to be so violent when they are questioning people. After Yeonjun regained consciousness.

Yeonjun: What kind of greeting was that?

Bangchan bow his head apologetically, explaining that Lee Know had some anger issue.

Wooyoung: Bro, long time now see!

Yeonjun: Wooyoung, my bro! I finally got Jimin autograph for you!

Wooyoung, when he heard the news immediately got up from his position. Gave Yeonjun a big hug, whilist knocking Changbin in the process (more on purpose to annoy him even more).

Bangchan: Ahhh that’s nice, let’s get started on the real reason. You two are here

Before Bangchan starts speaking, Lee Know cuts him off.

Lee Know: So? Why did you two teach Lix and IN bad stuff?

Wooyoung: We weren’t teaching them bad stuff! Yeonjun and I were helping them, to report those bullies from their school

Yeonjun: Yeah! I would never teach little innie bad stuff!

Wooyoung nudged Yeonjun.

Yeonjun: Ahem of course Felix as well

Wooyoung: We don’t know, what happened after I have to grab Yeonjun. To stop harassing my Eomma

Wooyoung: We came back, to those two laughing like little kids. Saying something their Hyung is the best

Bangchan: So the rumours are true then huh?

Yeonjun: What rumours? There is no rumours now back to your kids

Lee Know: Chan, it gotta be the Seonghwa Spawns that teach them bad stuff!!

Lee Know: Let’s question, every single of the kids. I can guarantee we can make them cough out some info with my little persuasion

Yeonjun: Seems like I am off the hook

Wooyoung: Oh my god, I will text my dumb brothers and find out who really did

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#kpop #kpop au #text au #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #ateez #ateez au #txt crack #tomorrow x together #seonghwa #soobin #wooyoung #yeonjun #changbin #bang chan #lee know #lee minho #skz stay #atiny #txt moa #ateez reactions #txt reactions #ateez crack #txt scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids au #stray kids reactions #straykids

[shadowqueen402]

Can you whip up a fic of Hellspawn Jett using his ability to show others his memories to jumpstart the memories of who he is in Reala, Aria and NiGHTS? He has NiGHTS trapped in his cape for trying to attack him, and she too is being relayed his memories. He touched the foreheads of Reala and Aria before engaging it. His magic power traveled through his cape and got to NiGHTS, which is how she’s in on memory reception.

I can try. Canonically, NiGHTS and Reala are pretty fast creatures so NiGHTS would manage to evade getting trapped by Jett's cape. Just thought I'd let you know.

"Jett!!" Aria yelled angrily at her friend. "You let NiGHTS go right now!!" She glared harshly at the demon who went on another rampage. Again.

While it was true that she understood Jett had power instability, his rampages were starting to become too much for her to handle. Even Reala agreed that Jett was getting way out of hand and proving to be too dangerous to be around.

"What is wrong with you, Jett!?" NiGHTS asked, glaring. "You're supposed to be our friend that we look up to, not a person that we should fear!!! I swear… You're just like Wizeman!!"

Something triggered inside Jett upon hearing those words. He then started to chant a spell before touching Reala's and Aria's forehead. Magic went toward NiGHTS, touching her.

Once magic touched the three, that was when they saw Jett's memories. And it was in those memories that they started to understand where all of Jett's rage came from.

First, they experienced Jett falling in love with an unfamiliar girl only for the girl to tell him that she had a boyfriend. But Jett, still in love, refused to believe this.

Then, the memory changed to Jett realizing that his crush was telling the truth. That she already was taken. Not just by any boy, but by his bully, Javier, himself. Tears of anger, hurt, and betrayal filled Jett's eyes before Javier managed to attack him.

The memories ended with Jett losing it, finally growing bitter.

Jett stopped using his magic. He then reluctantly let NiGHTS go. "Now ya know why I act this way," He stated.

"I understand that you're bitter because some girl chose to date your bully," Aria replied, a serious look on her face.. "But that doesn't mean you should feel the need to act like this whenever people are trying to help you. You almost hurt NiGHTS, you know that? What am I supposed to tell my friends if they see you act this…violent? I hope you understand how serious this is…"

"…Yes, I do…" Jett turned around, ashamed of his actions.

"Jett, if this bitterness of yours doesn't resolve, you'll only succeed in proving to be a danger to others," Reala warned. "I have chosen to give you one more chance. I would suggest that you start seeking help for your issues. But remember; should I hear a word about you unnecessarily taking your anger out on someone innocent, I will be forced to permanently ban you from the Night Dimension. Do we have a deal?"

Jett remained silent, his eyes shaded over. He hated to admit it, but the Nightmaren General had a point.

"We have a deal."

#balan wonderworld #ocs #fanfic #reala #nights journey of dreams #nights

[2n2n]

a stinky post! smelly…. it's a little rough lately with, IRL stresses and you know whats a good distraction in specifically this circumstance ... being fake mad at fake things that are unimportant ... !

It's fun to think about the manga in any way.... (:

I feel like some dumb takes really live inside of you forever (which is why I do not look at much), as just so pants on head stupid … During the Hakubo/Sumire arc there were 100000 dumb takes, but among them was someone trying to assert the manga's theme was … abuse … (and you know in what way this was meant, in the same hamfisted way any young person talks right now) ... using benchmarks like, Mitsuba was bullied, Teru is abused, Amane was abused, Sumire is abused… but it's like, it didn't think whatsoever about every SINGLE instance of which there is 'abuse' and how characters feel about it, actually … if it was 'about abuse', it would do such a laughable job of it, and it would, half the time, be saying… the worst thing possible, which would be something like: true love forgives everything, including abuse; or, staying through abuse is something you can do to prove your devotion, or to endure in honor of someone else, or a virtue you stand for. There is a lot of suffering in JSHK, but people aren't typically surviving it and then applying it in a way you'd want to replicate. It's romantic in the more symbolic and extreme vein. I mean. Romantic in the vein of… a shinjuu… stay with me, here!

More BROADLY, individuals suffer from STRICTURES, and this is actually what harms Amane, Sumire/Hakubo, Teru, Mitsuba ... (and what harmed in Snow White and MDLD! the INSTITUTIONS of the church, and the royal families; tradition and virtues perpetuated on trapped people) RULES, collectivism, keeping your head down and behaving, serving a greater purpose (as a sacrifice, as a son of a legacy, as a mystery); often individuals hurting each other is forgiven and understood, or even appreciated... ? The things you endure in honor of some capital, in the idea of 'goodness', those are the sufferings ... the things you tell yourself to endure in honor of who you love, might be foolish, might be tied up in that, but they are presented in contrast. Teru does not do what he does, for the town. He loves his family brocon.

There is more to be said about love, endurance, devotion, loyalty, and in fact, all of those in the face of abuse; literally the opposite to what someone was trying to get at … Amane will forgive everything that is done to him, even if it makes no sense, if it's not justified, if it is something nobody else would or could or should forgive. He isn't STUPID for that, he's NOBLE! You couldn't get more poignant than Aoi STABBING AKANE, and him enduring it, swearing to still love her, even at her worst. Continuing to crawl towards her, refusing to let her get away. Amane can KNOCK NENE OUT, gaslight her, he can kill her friend-- under any definition, he is abusive to her, isn't he? She'll chase him down, every time. Even on a good day, he's touching her without consent, her verbally telling him to stop or shoving him off of her. But Nene-chan's role is to understand why, to forgive his transgressions upon her, and deep down, to like how he treats her. You just can't impose an anti-harm virtue in that, it prioritizes love.

For all the weardown methods in this manga (HanaNene, NatsuSaku, HakuMire, AkaneAoi....), you'd be insane to assert it has an anti-abuse message… or even really cares about that as a cautionary tale ... you can't keep looking at major long-built-up-to events as flops or mistakes or sudden, predictable creepiness out of left field, in contrast to your idea of virtue as if it otherwise maintains it.

Even with Mitsuba, you'd be crazy to think we're trying to 'say something about abuse', when Kou himself bullies Mitsuba… Kou's even quite rough, throwing rocks at him, and so recently, violently wrestling him. He'll call him stupid while doing it all! He'll call Mitsuba's suicidal urges STUPID! In what way isn't that 'abuse', if we compare it to anyone else arbitrarily held up to scrutiny? Where do we draw the line, you know? Shouldn't it never be a gag or bit or silly, if we want to coherently deliver a message of some artistic import to the author? Are AidaIro wanton?

It's like people notice "people get hurt", relationships are twisted, and then automatically assume "so the message probably is one that moralizes upon that".

What of how Sakura dehumanizes Natsuhiko, and how much he loves her anyway? She hits him, she declares he deserves no recognition. Does he 'deserve' it, for being a pest to her? I guess the argument is often that Tsukasa 'deserved' to die … does , Mitsuba 'deserve it' when he is bullied by Kou? ? Does Nene-chan 'deserve it' when Amane removes her autonomy ? if we start thinking about 'deserving misery', why doesn't Amane deserve the agony he's been trapped in? He definitely feels he deserves it. I suppose Hakubo deserved his end for his life of slavery, due to how he didn't fight it hard enough, or feel bad enough ?

You have everything from severe situations where characters, in pure love, endure anything, and you have comedic situations where you're not meant to take the slapstick seriously, and you have people sortof wantonly deciding that, well, the way Tsukasa acts, is abusive, but, then, Kou, isn't, for arbitrary reasons, not even following the guideline of how something is framed. Nene-chan can like, hit Amane. He can knock her out. Whether or not that's a problem to a rube is a toss-up (and usually, just if they like Amane, or like Nene. and usually, Nene's flaw to people is being boring, really :p).

But if you get hooked on the idea of the 'theme' being something like this, this relationship harm abuse thing, the story looks haphazard and meaningless and renegade. And then people get frustrated by headers where Tsukasa is a funny little mascot blowing bubbles and painting Mokke in chocolate … because it's disorienting, in THAT context. In the context of a story trying to unpack abuse, and take it seriously, Tsukasa's depiction becomes backwards, annoying, confusing. It's like AidaIro-sensei aren't taking their own story seriously! It's like they just want to pander to fans (what, on an unpaid for completely by her own volition banner, a thing with Aida-sensei used to playfully do for her and Iro-sensei's blog when they were teens together? Before even being employed at all?)

but you know,

In the context, "Tsukasa is someone still worth loving", all that depiction makes sense. Of course, you're meant to find him precious. You're waiting to understand why he is Amane's yorishiro. You're waiting to understand why he looks at him like this… even after everything.

Thinking about love, first and foremost, we understand why someone should adore Sakura, even as she threatens to destroy the world. Someone who would let her hurt them, any day, every day, and still see her as cute, caring, shy, lonely. What she really is.

We can understand why, even if Kou is stupid and violent, even if he can't express anything well, even if he lashes out with insults, someone should still want to give him a chance to help them.

We can understand why Akane can be rejected by Aoi over and over and over again, why he would forgive being stabbed through the body, why he would still want to kiss Aoi, even after she insists he stop loving her already.

We can understand why Sumire was never afraid of Hakubo's Oni nature, and could never hate him; not even after 100 years of quiet, imprisoned abandonment.

Characters really do feel devotion in… DANGEROUS excess, to BAD FOR THEM or BAD FOR OTHERS extremes (which sometimes, others comment on as absurd!!), maybe, most relevantly, this is true for our TITLE CHARACTER, who PARTOOK OF A LOVER'S SUICIDE. Perhaps it is DANGEROUS to love and be loved by Amane, perhaps it was DANGEROUS to love Tsukasa! Perhaps it is more dangerous than anything, for Nene-chan to dig deeper and deeper, when Amane wants to hide it all from her!

Should all of these people still love eachother? Should they wrestle themselves away, with some sense? It's too bad ... they simply will. Is it tragic that they stay, or is it beautiful? What does the story think?

All things told, just your boyfriend refusing to give you the details of his criminal record is not good….

Amane is surely scared he could not have Nene-chan's love any longer if she saw him fully.

But should we want her to run away from the full weight of it? Of course not … however bad it is, we can have faith Nene-chan could, and would, still love him. Even if it was stupid to. Even if nobody else would love him. Even if there's no sane way to justify loving him.

It is a little wild to me the situations of institutions and legacies of power, tradition, is just not perceived, either. Even though I think that is far more socially relevant and engaging a message even for the western audience ... More often these romanticized individual relationships are niggled and nitpicked to hell and back, as the Big Nasty Thing, but the greater shape of the Minamoto family, the institution trapping the Mysteries, the belief systems about Kaii and Human, the very conceit of social credit represented in rumors perpetuating expectations of harm and changing people into monsters, is just not seen as the actual 'Big Bad'. What hurts anyone? What forces someone to make a bad decision? All these trapped animals, poked in their cages ... what a misnomer, to watch the animals hurt eachother, and say, "that one is bad, and deserves to be killed to make the other animals safe". It's sweet that for all the biting and clawing eachother, the animals lick eachother's wounds.

I heard there is someone out here trying to break cages...

Anyway... as I mentioned a couple times ... It's not as if I think the writing is without a meaningful message, or as if it's only jerkoff fodder yandere soup for the SIMP's soul. You can think of rumors as representing expectations, stereotypes, prejudice-- perpetuation of belief, superstition creating paranoia, hysteria, harm… the Minamoto+Nagisa families as expressing how history is obfuscated and rewritten towards a chosen narrative, how something as noble as seeking control and safety can justify individual harm, how individual lives and freedom become nothing but collateral or fodder in pursuit of collective security (fascism, if you wanna go there... or just anti-collectivism if you wanna be less intense). The broader concept that seeking to protect something may provoke the destruction of autonomy. "You can't do anything, so it's better to forget, and be happy" is repeated constantly (and argued AGAINST!) too...

It's just never going to be a narrative in support of punishment, banishment, 'bad people do bad things' ... or else our title character would not be an imprisoned criminal, who hates himself.

#avvy's JSHK

[chargetheintruder]

This, in a nutshell, is the problem.

Read the article.  It might be a bit tabloidy but read it.

https://www.yahoo.com/news/ohio-man-kills-neighbor-because-204600966.html

It isn’t just Nancy Pelosi or her husband.  A SIGNIFICANT NUMBER OF PEOPLE BELIEVE LIBERALS AND DEMOCRATS AREN’T HUMAN BEINGS.  This is a piece of what’s called “stochastic terror.”

https://www.yahoo.com/news/stochastic-terrorism-appears-rise-globally-215511411.html

In plain English, “stochastic” is a statistics term referring to loading dice, or using a tool to tweak the odds in your favor.  Stochastic terror acts happen when lone-wolf types have the use of a Force Multiplier, like the Mass Media, or the Internet, to both get bolder in their tactics, and to get better organized and equipped than usual.  The guy who went after Nancy Pelosi and got her husband instead?  Was led down a pristine, untouched and unanswered path of dehumanizing Democratic people, by his choice of Mass Media, then empowered by Social Media on the internet, most likely, in terms of resources (getting zip-ties, making plans, getting transportation and locating people).

Some on Tumblr would call this “radicalization” but it goes deeper: who bought the zip-ties?  Who doxxed the Pelosi household, revealing a street address?

THIS is the face of the enemy that we face: he’s a punk-bitch hellbent on life-hacking his way into attacking us at all cost and any price.  Sure, there’s more we could have done with the 2022 midterm elections, to try to keep the alt-right the hell OFF OF the Ballot Boxes, for example, but making those too hard to find also makes them too hard for VOTERS TO USE.  Trying too hard to get things off of GPS and to make them non-doxxed also means the resources can’t be used by those legitimately wanting to use them to vote.

And in truth, this shouldn’t even be happening.  This whole Abuser Party/Victim Party dynamic has no business happening.  Trump/Traitor Party abuses “them libs” and Democrats, and we just go limp and take it.  Why is that?  Why don’t we retaliate, ever?  It’s not like soft targets don’t exist among the alt-right: QAnon are a bunch of soft little nerds and wannabe Karens, by and large.  Actual Guy Fawkes wearing Anonymous are so scared of being exposed that they don’t dare do anything violent.  WE have access to the same force multipliers they do.

Well, it’s simple.  For starters, too damned many people adhere to an ineffective and outdated Kennedy/Gandhi mentality when it comes to politics.  Meaning they swear by the “non-violence is the ONLY answer” dogma, when historically speaking?  Uh, no, non-violence is non-action against fascists, racists, misogynists, anti-labor union shits, and cultists.  If you are not violent against the abusive or threatening?  You either get ignored (because you’re out of reach at the moment) or you become the next victims.  Non-violence only works against rational people who know you’re human.  Not against sociopathic sorts who insist you’re an animal to be put down.  You know, like that Fucker Carlson on Fox News, or indeed ANY QAnon freak ever?

And for enders?  This has been a bad habit of mine as well, as an abuse survivor, so I know what I’m talking about here when I say this, fuck some loser and their self-authored Wiki page.  A LOT of us, from Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez on down, suffer from post-traumatic stress reactions, from having survived real-life abuse and bullying and domestic violence. What this means is that a lot of us have over-extended stress reactions.  Our fight-or-flight reactions go too far and no, your average cognitive behavioral therapist REFUSES to touch this--their de facto cult refuses to admit that anger, or the fight response, even exists.

And this becomes a critical issue that resembles Stockholm Syndrome when you consider the fight-or-flight response actually goes FOUR ways, not two: Fight, Flight, Freeze, or Fawn (a.k.a. Pander, Suck up, or Suck it down).  Too many of us abuse survivors have an over-extended Freeze response (we go quiet, freeze up, shut down and “wait it out” when actually we’re a clenched knot of nerves) and more of us have an over-extended Fawning reaction (we keep trying to reason with or pander to our abusers well past the point of little to no returns, we keep talking and smiling and praying inside that they won’t HIT again).

Does ANY of this ring a bell?  Is anything I’m saying making sense here?  Bullies can smell fear in their victims--human sweat changes during a fight-or-flight response.  When we HAVE a fight-or-flight reaction, everybody who is out  to fuck us over can SMELL the shift to ecchrine sweat (distress/arousal sweat) from down the hall in a large building.  Stress sweats are just that--from stress, and temperature, and humidity, have nothing to do with them.  No really.

No really, you haven’t lived until you have been in a psych ward, for a crisis, and been accused of being an alcoholic by Staff when you’re having a stress sweat because a) the bastards keep waking you and everyone else around you UP every fifteen minutes, and b) the last THREE new clients admitted after you showed up, ended up being grown-ass men having violent breakdowns. Fun times.  My mother died from alcoholic diabetes and emphysema, and I DON’T drink, fuck y’all very much.

Sorry to sidetrack, but the point is, they know.  And in their eyes, our rightful distress marks us as prey and less than human.  And we neither can nor should have to ditch the trauma just to pander to fucknut Trumpist Nazis.  Which means we have to INVEST in self-defense at minimum, if not openly consider organizing ourselves for retaliation purposes.

Stochastic terrorists need their asses kicked by stochastic patriots, is what I’m saying.  We need to do better for future generations, and that starts with doing right BY OURSELVES.

#2022 midterm elections #TW violence mention #TW abuse mention #TW bullying mention #TW domestic mention #TW psych ward mention #analysis #Gandhi is wrong #non-violence is non-action #against fascists and racists and worse #fight-or-flight reactions #trauma #PTSD #actually PTSD #actually abuse survivor #ecchrine sweat #self-defense #stochastic terror #Abuser and Victim Party mentality

[fictionkinfessions]

(Warning: fandom vent, mentions of normalized homophobia, bullying, s×icidal thoughts, violent intrusive thoughts, the Colorbars Incident of 1987, and other nasty things)

I wish all homophobes in the Vocal Synth fandom a very fuck off and die <3 (/j but only for legal reasons)

These people have some fucking nerve to say the shit that they're saying about me. I don't give a shit if they're joking. This "gay b×tch" is going to call you out on your bullshit.

All of this over a fucking poll? People really have the audacity to take someone like me, who has canonically been bullied for being gay and wants to fucking die because of it, and throw around homophobic insults like it's just a fucking game? How dare they?

This is why I tried to brainwash everyone all of those years ago. It wasn't just a "haha what if I do this for funnsies" sort of thing like everyone loves to make it out to be. It was a revenge plot. People treated me like human garbage at every opportunity, so I wanted them to feel my pain, so maybe they'd understand why I wanted to die, and maybe, just maybe, the people who hurt me wouldn't be able to handle it for as long as I did.

I don't want to hurt anyone, at least not directly. That was a long time ago, and I'm a different person now. I wouldn't do it again (luckily, in my canon, the brainwashing mechanism malfunctioned before anyone could seriously hurt themselves at the end of the broadcast), but I sure as hell don't regret it. Now, when I see shit like whatever the hell the Anya fans on the poll are doing, I take it extremely personally, and I go back into the horrible headspace that led me to doing what I did in the first place.

By the way Anya, I may not know much about you or your source, but I swear I have nothing against you. It's not your fault your fans are horrible pieces of shit, and I'm sorry you have to deal with them. Unlike them, I have compassion for my opponent. You're all good.

-Kennith Simmons

"(Warning: fandom vent, mentions of normalized homophobia, bullying, suicidal thoughts, violent intrusive thoughts, the Colorbars Incident of 1987, and other nasty things)

I wish all homophobes in the Vocal Synth fandom a very fuck off and die <3 (/j but only for legal reasons)

These people have some fucking nerve to say the shit that they're saying about me. I don't give a shit if they're joking. This "gay bitch" is going to call you out on your bullshit.

All of this over a fucking poll? People really have the audacity to take someone like me, who has canonically been bullied for being gay and wants to fucking die because of it, and throw around homophobic insults like it's just a fucking game? How dare they?

This is why I tried to brainwash everyone all of those years ago. It wasn't just a "haha what if I do this for funnsies" sort of thing like everyone loves to make it out to be. It was a revenge plot. People treated me like human garbage at every opportunity, so I wanted them to feel my pain, so maybe they'd understand why I wanted to die, and maybe, just maybe, the people who hurt me wouldn't be able to handle it for as long as I did.

I don't want to hurt anyone, at least not directly. That was a long time ago, and I'm a different person now. I wouldn't do it again (luckily, in my canon, the brainwashing mechanism malfunctioned before anyone could seriously hurt themselves at the end of the broadcast), but I sure as hell don't regret it. Now, when I see shit like whatever the hell the Anya fans on the poll are doing, I take it extremely personally, and I go back into the horrible headspace that led me to doing what I did in the first place.

By the way Anya, I may not know much about you or your source, but I swear I have nothing against you. It's not your fault your fans are horrible pieces of shit, and I'm sorry you have to deal with them. Unlike them, I have compassion for my opponent. You're all good.

-Kennith Simmons"

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[nonbayanary]

Hello how are you? I have a curiosity that I would like to ask. I see you putting up a lot of fanfic content about hiruma or thoughts you have from his point of view. I would like to know if you have more material like this regarding Sena (which is basically me asking for sena fanservic hahaha).

HI SALI HI SALI HI SALI!!!! I'm doing okay, thank you for asking! Life may be giving us lemons, but it's lemon juice time yoooo!!!!

I'd just like to say thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being so supportive, even from the start. If I'm not wrong, I've first gotten to know you from your comment on my fic, I think.

And since then, I've always been absolutely THRILLED to hear from you! Whether it's in the Discord chat, an ask, a comment, a reblog, or a reply, I always feel a surge of joy when I read your words! I'd just like to say that I absolutely LOOOOVEEEE your ideas! I bask in your creative prompts and your kind words, and I'm always so happy to see you having a fun time.

Okay, now onto your ask! Tbh this has been rotating in my head for months now, and I'm really sorry to say that I don't have a lot on Sena alone. I do have, however, these:

Sena with Pitt headcanons (which I think you may have seen already. I honestly wrote this for you, Sali, after receiving this ask.)

Sena with BPD (and a little sprinkle of anger issues)

AND ALSO I HAVE THIS DRAFT BELOW!!!

Here's some BAMF Sena for you! He kills a man and saves Hiruma in the process!

At first, I was supposed to put that in the fic "The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known." But I had second thoughts about it since it might be too graphic and too violent.

So this idea was relegated to another fic in my drafts. I don't know if I'll write it, but the main idea is that:

Hiruma's parents and Sena's parents are still friends, and they're the godparents of each other's children

But THIS TIME, Sena and Hiruma (or Little Ichii) met as kids and were playmates.

Basically a HiruSena childhood friends AU!

But it gets absolutely dark, because Sena's parents die.

Since Hiruma's parents, Yoshiko and Yuuya, are Sena's godparents, and they don't want him to suffer in the foster system, they adopt him

So Sena starts living with the Hiruma family. He grows closer to Hiruma (aka Little Ichii), so much that Sena starts copying some traits from the Hiruma family as well.

In this AU, Sena starts parroting what the adults say, so he starts swearing now too. He still looks like a tiny little angel outside, but he's got such a fucking mouth on him

Sena and Hiruma get into lots of trouble. Hence, they're called "The Disaster Duo" by some adults. Some people even go so far as to call them "The Disaster Twins" bcs they're both cute little balls of mischief

So there's a huge contrast between canon!Sena and this AU's Sena. This Sena is more of a troublemaker, and he and Hiruma are a badass duo.

Sena still runs fast, since he was still bullied before the Hirumas adopted him. But now, he stands up for himself bcs of Yoshiko and Yuuya's influence on him. And if Sena can't stand up for himself, Hiruma (aka Little Ichii) is always protective of his little Sena.

Yes, Hiruma considers Sena as his. And he gets mad possessive of Sena sometimes, as the two become even more codependent.

Of course, it all goes downhill when Yoshiko dies. Yuuya becomes depressed and has to work all day to feed the two children, and Little Ichii "blackens" into Hiruma Youichi, The Devil.

But this time, Sena is here to witness it all.

When Little Ichii starts gambling in shoddy casinos to secretly help his father earn money, he brings Sena with him.

So when Hiruma inevitably wins against the adults, and the adults come after him to take their money back, Sena is out there running beside Hiruma

Sena gets beaten into the ground just as Hiruma does, and thus, Sena too "blackens" as well.

From a bright-eyed youngling, Sena too turns into a distrustful and secretive teenager. His gaze is as dark as Hiruma's, and just as observant.

This Sena is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He uses his outward appearance as a tiny and skinny boy to mask the darkness within him.

Hiruma is both bark and bite.

Sena, on the other hand, rarely barks. But when this little wolf bites, he draws blood. He may be small, but he has fucking teeth on him, sharp as needles.

Due to Hiruma's influence, this Sena also wears piercings. While Hiruma has hoop earrings on his lobe, Sena has loop earrings on his helix, to match Hiruma.

After all these years, they still go by "The Disaster Twins." In the streets, they're known as The Devil and his Wraith.

For Sena walks like a ghost, silent and unseen.

Okay so uhhh I confess, in this AU, it's still HiruSena. So while Sena may have been adopted by the Hiruma family, Sena and Hiruma don't see each other as brothers. Their level of affection transcends that shit.

They love each other platonically and romantically. What are "soulmates" to any other definition? And that's what they are. Star-crossed. Brought together by fate. Destined. Two peas in a pod. Yin and yang.

The Maou Trio become The Maou Four instead (which Hiruma loves, because in Japan, "four" is the number of death and all that). Sena may be younger, but Hiruma blackmailed the school staff to let Sena skip a grade, so he can stay by Hiruma's side.

So fast forward to the present, Hiruma and Sena are still hypervigilant teenagers who get into trouble. And this time, they both almost get killed for it.

Because this time, the attacker is one of sena's and hiruma's past abusers. This guy is one of the people who chased after hiruma and sena all those years ago in the shoddy gambling dens. this guy would hurt a child just to get back the money he gambled away.

years ago, when hiruma became The Devil, he pulled some strings to put this guy in jail. but now, this guy is back, and he's out for blood. specifically, he's out for hiruma's and sena's blood.

sena has tried all these years not to physically hurt anyone (outside of the amefuto pitch at least), in memory of his parents' teachings.

sena's parents always taught him to be kind. but well, sena is presented with a choice. if he doesn't hurt this attacker, hiruma will get stabbed. and if sena hurts this attacker, then he disobeys his dead parents. he tarnishes their memory.

and well... sena chooses.

Okay so uhhhhh that wasn't entirely Sena-centric, and now that I think about it, I think I write more of Hiruma, since he's my blorbo.

I do, however, have some other thoughts about Sena, which is this: "If Sena wore statement shirts, what would the print on them be?" And this is what I've compiled so far:

Okay so now I'm just rummaging through my messy, half-baked notes, and I've also got this: an AU of The God of Arepo.

In this one, Sena is a god, and Hiruma is his believer.

And lastly, here's another draft of a Lesbian Monsterfucker HiruSena fic that's been cooking in my brain. This part is mostly an analysis of fem!Sena, if she were to be a vampire/monster.

I think if fem!Sena were a vampire/monster, and she needed to feed, she would drink the bare minimum of blood, because she won't want to hurt people. I'm sure her friends and loved ones would want to offer her blood, because they don't want her to starve to death.

But Sena would lie to them, and take the smallest amount of blood from them she can get away with. Of course, this would be to the detriment of her health. But, even as a vampire/monster, Sena would still have a self-sabotaging streak a mile wide.

I hope these were satisfactory to your tastes, yo! I'm really sorry, I don't write a lot of Sena if Hiruma isn't part of the context. If you want some HiruSena fanservice, I've got lots, but I'm lacking in Sena-only fanservice content, I'm sorry to say.

Still though, I hope you had a fun time reading these! Sena is such a dynamic character. He's like clay to me: very fun to morph into different versions of himself. I hope we get more HiruSena fics in the future, bcs Sena's just such an absolute delight to read!

P.S. Your idea of a long-haired Sena with piercings has been cooking in my mind now, rotating itself in my head like rotisserie chicken. And I've got to say, YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT, SALI!!!

I've been meaning to make art of it for awhile now, but I'm sorry to say that I haven't gotten around to it yet. But oh man, I LOVE IT!!! When I get around to drawing it one of these days, I'll tag you in the post! AAAAAAAAAAAAA YOUR IDEAS ARE ALWAYS CHEFS KISS!!!!

Thank you again for the ask, Sali! It's really heartwarming to see that you appreciate my ideas, and that you're checking in on me. Thank you, thank you, thank you for that! It really means so much to me.

You really are a wonderful ray of light, and I'm so very glad that I met you. Having you as a friend makes the HiruSena fandom experience so much better, and I'm very grateful to hear your ideas and to read your words.

Thank you again, Sali. I hope you have a great day today! Good luck at work, go kick your workload's ass, queen!

#hirusena #kobayakawa sena #sena kobayakawa #asks #ask #senahiru #statement shirts #statement shirt #lesbian #vampire #monster #monsterfucker #youichihiruma #youichi #hiruma youichi #sena x hiruma #hiruma x sena #yoichi hiruma #hiruma #hiruma yoichi #yoichihiruma #youichi hiruma #es21 #eyeshield21 #eyeshield 21

[pattysplaceofplaces]

Tiger’s Heart 

A Blast to the Past Pt. 1

[Content Warning: Bullying turned violent, blood mention, threats of murder

Please do not read if you feel you are in a weak mental state, please take a break and take care of yourself. This chapter may seem disturbing to some readers]

     Rodney and her family were much different. A wealthy family that originally came from the big city yet they packed up their bags and went to the small town to live a simpler life much to Rodney’s dismay. She had to learn the rules. She stopped wearing designer shoes after they were dragged through the mud and grass. She smelled like smoke and obnoxious perfume. She was perfect for the manic city life but not for a sleepy town. 

Sheena couldn’t understand. Rodney had the kindest parents she had seen, the type of parents that were parents for more than just their children. Yet somehow someone rotten was born not from their kindness but from their lenience. 

You were oblivious but Rodney was going through a power struggle. She may have been an outsider yet she was quickly gaining popularity. Although she wasn’t satisfied because she wasn’t the best. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t do what you did effortlessly. There was no way Rodney could be on top while you were still popular so she had to play dirty. The plan was simple, ask you out and learn your weaknesses so she could exploit them when she broke up with you. The plan would have been perfect if someone didn’t hear her talking it about with her friend in the school bathroom.

Sheena would rather avoid confrontation, people were stress inducing beings. Yet she would do this for you. The new girl planned to friend her so she could get closer to you only to hurt you. She had accepted that she may never have a chance with you but she wasn’t going to let people like Rodney hurt you. You were her very best friend and she’d hate to see you broken down like that. 

“So, you wanted to talk?” Rodney leaned against the wall and ran a hand through her ponytail. “Make it quick.” Sheena inched closer and exhaled. “Leave Y/n alone..?” It was meek, quieter than a kitten’s mewl. It caused the girl in front of her to laugh and lightly push herself off against the wall. “You little sneak.” She took a step closer and Sheena took several steps back until she was against the wall, owlish eyes not leaving Rodney’s frame as she hunched back with her hands in front of her. When cats are your only friends you learn their behavior. 

“We can still be friends you know, maybe even girlfriends after I dump Y/n. You look fun.” Sheena immediately shook her head, her whole body trembling from such a thought. “No!” Both the girls were taken aback from her outburst and Sheena immediately put a hand over her mouth. Rodney scowled. “What? You don’t get to say no to me!” She only meant to scare her by lunging forward yet Sheena didn’t hesitate to defend herself. A scream of pain and frustration echoed through the alleyway as Rodney put a hand to her forehead. She looked at Sheena’s blood coated nails and her own bloody hand. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…I swear!” She couldn’t help but compare Rodney to a rapid dog. The thick leather choker around her neck with a buckle and the way she groaned angrily and bared her teeth. “Look what you did to me you bitch! I’ll kill you!” Sheena shielded her face with her arms and waited for the attack yet it never came. Instead she heard a large THUMP! In front of her. Slowly she moved her arms away from her face to see what had happened. 

He wasn’t a regular. With sunken eyes and a worn down face. He wore a long robe and stood behind the unconscious Rodney. “I swear it isn’t what it looks like!” Sheena tried to wipe her bloody hand on her hoodie yet there was still blood and chunks of flesh under her long nails. She wanted to gag at the sight of her hand. She hurt someone. How could she do something so terrible? 

Her defensive claim was ignored by the man in front of her. “Sheena Caldwell, you have been given a once in a lifetime opportunity. We have been tracking you and your progress and we congratulate you, you may turn your skill into a successful career.” 

What the hell was going on? This had to be a dream! She hurt Rodney, somehow she was knocked out and some man was offering her some weird career? The rush of adrenaline was gone as quickly as it came, her head felt spiny and the floor beneath her seemed to disappear. Her sight was the first to go, then her hearing, yet before she hit the ground someone caught her then she drifted off.

#Tigers Heart #Carmen Sandiego #carmen sandeigo 2019 #Tigress Carmen Sandiego #Sheena Carmen Sandiego #please read the other chapters #read the previous chapters #Tigress x reader #Sheena x reader #Shadowsan #tw blood #tw injury #tw violent bullying