#It's just that once again it's the kid that gets judged as 'Bad' for behavior he was pretty much raised on

[roadkillremi]

Our beginnings.

Billy Loomis X The craft!F!Reader

Kinktober bonus

(if you haven't seen The Craft (1996) I recommend it. Skeet Ulrich is also in it.)

MasterList. Kinktober

Summary : People didn't like the fact you and Billy Loomis were together. They called it the downfall of Billy Loomis, due to his mom disappearing. People claimed the two of you didn't seem to match.With his sun tan and toned body and your black clothes and eye liner.

Warnings : Minors DNI, language, reader is a witch, hate sex, p in V, billy shows toxic behavior, reader is a witch, language, hatred, Billy mentions wanting to gut reader, characters are 18+

One might say at one point in the past you despised Billy Loomis. He hooked up with girls and left them while cheating on his girlfriend. He was the type of man you wouldn't be caught near. Until he "bumped" into you at Bradley's Video.

"Ah, sorry didn't see you there.." he smirked picking up the movies he dropped. He glanced up trying to see up your black skirt. You scoffed and snatched the movies holding a cigarette in your other hand.

"Smoking's bad for you." He added. You blankly looked at him, "Like you care.". You started walking to the front counter. He scurried in front of you, "You know I really do.". He grabbed the cigarette from you holding it gently. You rolled your eyes continuing to the counter. He smirked watching you walk away.

During lunch you sat by a tree in the courtyard. You noticed Billy slouching over to you. He shoved his hands in his front pockets.

"Hey"

"Hi." You muttered. You refused to look up at him and continued what you were doing. He looked over to his friend group then back at you.

"Do you wanna sit with us?" He offered.

"Tempting. But no thanks." You roll your eyes. Billy looked down at you before walking away. You glanced up watching him walk away, you had to admit he had a cute ass.

It was like this for weeks, Billy talking to you out the blue. One day you broke during lunch. He walked over again looking down at you.

"What do you want?" You fussed. He smiled, "Just to talk.".

"Listen. You can talk to plenty of girls-"

"But I want to talk to you." He grinned. You raised your eyebrows and shook your head.

"Sure." You muttered. You closed your notebook scooting over to make room for him. He sat down beside you looking at your notebook.

"I uh- heard you were a witch-" he whispered. You looked at him, "Uh-huh.". He studied your face, "Like you worship Satan?".

"No." You grinned. He smiled and nodded, " I'm not.. judging. I was just curious.." He leaned closer. You stiffened, "So that's why you wanted to talk to me.". Billy looked over at you, "No. I wanted to see if the rumors were true.".

"Never said they were." You added. He grinned, "I like you.".

"Sure.".

That was the beginning of your weird friendship. Yeah I started sitting with his friend group. Whenever he showed Sydney PDA he'd stare at you. You just glance back at him and then ignore him. But as soon as the killings started he distanced himself. If you tried to talk to him he'd stare at you and walk away. You went back to your habits of not talking to him. And he went back to his habits of sleeping with other girls.

That's also when you started receiving weird calls. The Ghostface attacks also started but no one was killed. You didn't think anything of it, it was probably kids from school pranking each other. You then started getting the feeling of being followed. You glanced over your shoulder, nothing. You went back to walking shrugging it off. Once you got to the woods to carefully stepped inside.

The crunches of the leaves blinded your senses. You took deep breaths finding a spot for you to sit. You opened your bag bringing out your notebook and candles. You unfolded a cloth laying it down. You sat your candles up and lit them. You proceed to put a piece of bread on the cloth.

"So you are a witch?-" a voice interrupted. You jumped looking back, "Don't worry. I won't tell." He added. You glared at him about to blow out your candles.

"I didn't mean to disturb you." He sat down beside you. You sighed, "Well you did.". He grinned, "We have a lot more in common than you think.".

"No. We don't." Your voice was stern. He glanced down at you with a slight smile. He then looked at your stuff, "You can leave." You added. You tried to persway him to go, he just sat there.

"I don't like Sydney." He mumbled. You rolled your eyes, "So that's why you cheat on her.". You acted surprised before glaring at him. He gave you a stern look, "I like you.".

Your stomach dropped, you clenched your pen. You started packing your stuff, "You are impossible.".

"What?"

"You ignore me for a month because you like me?!? Billy Loomis? Of all people?! I'm not stupid!" You shouted. You stood up trying to walk away. He grabbed your forearm and gave you a stern look.

"Don't you dare abandon me." He whispered. You froze, "Are... are you threatening me?". He blinked, "No.".

"Listen, Billy. I am capable of more than you know." You yanked your arm back and started walking away. Your combat boots stomped over the twigs and crushed leaves. Billy followed close behind you, "will you stop?".

"Uh, no. I will not." You pushed past the tree tunks. He grabbed your forearm pulling you towards him.

"I need your help." He admitted. You pushed him in his chest, "So all that? Cause you want to use me?!". He shook his head, "No just stop!".

"You stop!" You kept walking away. He grabbed your arm pushing you against a tree.

"Just Listen." He demanded. You leaned your head back against the trees bark.

"Fine." You gave in. He backed away, "I need your help and Stu... he's well Stu.". You stared at him not understanding what he wanted.

"I.. I'm Ghostface." He looked down at you. You blinked and huffed, "Okay, sure.". He looked you up and down, "You don't believe me?".

"No." You started walking away, you spotted a street light in the distance. Billy groaned and pulled you into a kiss.

"How is that supposed to help your case?!".

He shrugged looking back behind him then at you. You rolled your eyes, "I'm done with this conversation.".

"I just thought you'd understand."

"You're trying to use me!" You shouted.

"Just shut up!" He yelled. You stared at him, "Please just... give me a chance.. you're the only person worth my time.". You stood in disbelief and smiled softly at him.

"I'll give you a chance. But fuck up... you're life will be ruined." You pointed a finger at him. He smiled and kissed you, "Uh huh..".

That was the origin of Billy's secret affair with Woodsborow high's local witch. Then the secret wasn't so secret, Sydney up and "vanished" out of town. People got scared of you and Billy together. He was already intimidating but with you by his side, he was frightening.

Stu even panicked a little seeing you. He stared at Billy like he was crazy. You tilted your head and looked at him.

"What does she want?-" he looked back at you. Billy glared at Stu, "Calm down. You'd like her... let's say... she makes our problems.. vanish" he grins. Stu looked down at you, "Whoa.. no freaking way..". You rolled your eyes, "I'm not a magician.".

"Yeah .. okay sure." He kept looking at you. Billy wrapped his arm around your shoulder and smiled.

"She knows about.. our friend.".

Stu tilted his head confused, his eyebrows knitted together. Billy huffed punching the bridge of his nose, "Ghost.".

"Oh! Yeah!" He smiled then went into shock.

"You said not to tell a soul!" He shouted. Billy grabbed his shoulders, "Just shut up!". Stu obeyed and looked at you, "Fine. Whatever. She can come over.". You rolled your eyes as he walked away.

"Is he always like that?" You ask. Billy stays silent grabbing your hand. You look up at him, " why did you make him invite me to his house?". He looked down at you, "For privacy." He smiled.

He was right, Stus parents were never home. Stu practically gave you a room, which you gracefully took. Billy would stay in that room a lot with you. He'd watch you do whatever you needed to do. If it was cursing someone or just a shrine. He'd then watch a movie with you as you fell asleep. You couldn't complain, your life was better with Billy. Until he mentioned his plan...

"I'm not doing that." You stomped away. He walked after you, "You made Sydney go away!"

"I made her and her dad move in the middle of the night!" You yelled. You walked into your room waving your hand to slam his door into his face.

"Stop slamming the door!" Stu shouted from his room. Billy stood Infront of the door, "come on!".

"No!" You yelled. You crossed your arms staring at the door.

"I'm not killing anyone." You added. You heard a dark chuckle from the door.

"It's more of justice..."

"Justice?" You opened the door.

"Casey is a slut." He stared her down. You shake your head, "It's over.". Before you could close the door he pushed himself through.

"You're not abandoning me." He threatened. You grabbed your book bag shoving things inside it. He snatched the bag throwing it on the ground.

"Billy stop it or else." You warned. He stepped towards you, "Or else what?!" He laughed.

"You're nothing without me!" He yelled. You winced, "That's not true.". He stared down at you, "Uh huh, sure. You even thought I loved you.". You froze, "You psychotic bitch!". You grabbed the bag off the floor heading towards the door. He grabbed your arm pulling you into a kiss. You pushed him away and stared at him, "What is your problem?!". He just smiled at you, "Maybe I was too nice.. I did love you.. but God your chanting!".

You rolled your eyes at him, "And that! God I fucking hate that! You're such a damn brat! I just hate you!". You raised your eyebrows and stared at him.

"Billy listen to yourself.".

"No! You listen to me!" He pinned you against the bed and parted your legs with his. You gasped and stared up at him, "I just.. I hate you so much... that I love being around you..". You blinked, "That sounds so stupid. This is stupid! I hate being with you!". He glared down at you, "yeah? Me too! It'll just fuck you until you stop being such a damn brat!".

You panicked a bit, "Billy I never ha-"

"I know.. its alright." He smiled flipping your plaid skirt up. You breathed heavily confused if you wanted him or not. He pulled your underwear down before stuffing it into your mouth.

"Just shake your head to answer." He mumbled. You nodded he unzipped his jeans and pulled himself out.

"It's okay, right?" He stared into your eyes. You watched him lightly stroke himself waiting for you. You nodded again, he smiled shoving himself into you.

"So fucking wet.." he groaned. You moaned muffled, he glanced up at you. He smirked, "mm.. that'll shut you up? Should've done this from the beginning.". He thrusted into you, he stared in your eyes.

You felt tears build up, unsure of where they were from. His harsh words or his cock stretching you out. You whines were muffled and ignored by him. His eyes scanned over your body, he only saw you as a toy. His eyes were content by watching your boobs jiggle as he thrust in. He grunted slamming himself into to see them jiggle more. He finally took your underwear out of your mouth and smirked.

"You're a moron." You spat. He leaned down close to your face, "Just when I was about to go easy on you.". You scoffed, you didn't want to show him your enjoyment.

"I never wanted to date you. You're an ignorant piece of shit!" You fussed breathing unevenly. He chuckled, "the more you fuss the more you tighten around me.". You glared up at him, he pushed himself into you with a smile.

"I have to admit.. you're a better girlfriend than Sydney ever was." He groaned. You were taken back by his words. You smirked, "So you do like me?". He quickly wrapped his hand around your throat shutting you up.

"There you go, running that damn mouth of yours." He complained. He squeezed your throat a bit as he bottomed you out. You closed your eyes trying not to give him any satisfaction.

"Shit... As much as I wanna gut you-" he grunts. You open your eyes to the word gut, "I just can't have you leave..". The whiplash of his emotions threw you off.

"Do you wanna date me or not?" You spat. He squeezed your throat, "we'll talk about that later..". A bang on the door echoed in the room.

"Will you two fuck quieter?!" Stu fussed. Billy scoffed, straightening his posture he looked over his shoulder. His toned body was displayed in front of you. His t-shirt clung to his torso, you reached out gripping it. He turned back towards you with a smirk.

"Now you wanna play along?" He raised an eyebrow. You pulled him down by the shirt kissing him. He groaned softly against your lips. He gripped your chin making you look up at him.

"Maybe I should keep you around longer..."

#scream #horror #ghostface #billy loomis #scream franchise #scream 2 #scream movies #billy loomis x oc #billy loomis x stu matcher #billy loomis x stu macher #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis smut #scary movies #scream 4 #scream 1996 #scream movie #the craft #skeet ulrich x reader #skeet ulrich #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x oc #ghostface x you #ghostface x reader #scream smut

[2jisungs]

OPPOSITES ATTRACT - CHAP. O7

SALMA’S NOTES; eid mubarak to all my muslim sisters and brothers! ramadan was surprisingly easy this year <3

[ TAGGING; @mellowdyverse ]

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jisung stumbled up the stairs, hurriedly rushing towards heejin’s dorm room. “2847.. c’mon, jisung, you can’t miss it. her and yuta are neighbours, remember?” he reassured himself, running an arm through his dark blue hair, only for a chunk to fall out as well. “my hair really is damaged.. we’re barely even four months into 2024 and i’ve dyed my hair five times..”

“shit, it’s 5:58!” he muttered to himself, face slightly going red as he realized he just cursed. his movements became even swifter and more rushed, but thanks to his good luck, jisung reached heejin’s dorm by 5:59, at the 59th second.. literally. “perks of having good luck, i guess?”

he snapped out of his inner dialogue, realizing he couldn’t just stand in front of her door like a creep. he nervously knocked three times, eyes glued to her door, which was covered in anime stickers, and in bold letters, had the words “KANG HEEJIN” near the top. “they let you do that here?” jisung thought to himself.

“jisung, you came!” heejin exclaimed, opening the door with a big smile on her face. she wasn’t wearing anything extravagant, opting for a simple grey hoodie repping their university and some black and blue checkered pants — but damn did she look beautiful.

jisung had to stop himself from smiling at the sight. “yea.. i was pretty excited, to be honest..” he told her, making her smile grow even further. at this point, she directly resembled those stereotypical dumb, football jocks, grinning ear to ear once the nerdy girl agrees to date him. (don’t judge his comparisons, okay? jisung likes romcoms.)

“okay, enough of just akwardly standing by my door, come in!” she said, fully opening the door, letting jisung have a full view of her dorm. it wasn’t what he had expected — he always thought her dorm would be more girlish, considering she’s into makeup, fashion, and just really girly things. but he’s never really interacted with a woman, he wouldn’t know better anyway. “you can head over to my room, okay? i’ll be getting snacks. it’s to your left.”

jisung nodded and slowly opened the door to heejin’s room, just to see a cat rushing to his feet. his heart almost melted at the sight. jisung slowly bent down and took the animal in his arms, letting out a soft chuckle at its cuddly behavior. he sat down on heejin’s bed, the cat still in his arms. he ran his fingers through its grey fur, when heejin finally came back.

“i think meatball likes you! he’s a really cuddly cat, but doesn’t like getting close to anyone, so consider yourself special.” she exclaimed, almost dropping the piles of nerd and skittles she had in her hands. she tossed them over to jisung and turned around again, heading back to the kitchen. “i’ll get a bowl and some more candies, we’re making candy salad!”

jisung chuckled and nodded, placing the candies next to him with his free hand, his other one stroking the top of meatball’s head. he looked down at the cat to see him meowing and extending his paws towards the packets of skittles. “do you want one, meatball?” he asked softly, placing a soft kiss on the top of his head. “we’ll need to ask heejin first, okay?”

“i’m back!!” heejin exclaimed. “i brought nerds, sour patch kids, the watermelon ones, the cherry ones and sour straps.” jisung smiled at her being so excited to spend time with him, even if they just met. “oh, and the bowl too!”

“how do you have this much candy?” jisung giggled. “it’s honestly impressive.” heejin shrugged, sitting next to him in her bed, meatball meowing at her

“also, can meatball have skittles? i’d feel bad if i couldn’t give him some..” he asked, his silly question earning a giggle from heejin. he pouted slightly as meatball’s meows grew louder. “see, he wants some! please?..”

“fine, only cause you’re so cute and i’d feel bad if i said no.” heejin replied in a playful tone, her words making jisung flush a dark red. “what, ji? you are cute. you’re even cuter than meatball!”

“u-uh.. i.. thank you.” he stammered, eyes darting between her face and the floor, his hands glued to the cat still in his lap. “you’re also.. really pretty.”

“thank you, jisung! i’m putting on the movie now, can you empty all the candy packets into the bowl for me?” jisung nodded and quickly got to work, his heart still racing from being called cute by his crush.

nobody knew just how long it had been since he started crushing on heejin, and honestly, if they had asked, he wouldn’t answer. it was just too embarrassing for him, liking a girl for so long, and being aware that she’d probably never return your feelings. to be more specific, liking a girl since your freshman year in highschool, and to put it in perspective, they’re both first-year university students. at first, he was ecstatic that heejin got accepted into DBI, meaning that he’d get to see her everyday, but now he hated it — having to see his crush walk with other guys, kiss them, spend time with them, and wishing that was him was dreadful, to say the least. he could only dream of the day he’d get to call her his, kiss every perfect part of her (which was every part of her to him), show her what she’d been missing out on all these years.

was he jealous? yes, but did he have a good reason to be? to him, definetly.

jisung snapped out of his trance, realizing he was done emptying the packs of candy into the bowl heejin had given him. he watched as heejin climbed into the spot to the right of him, placing the bowl of assorted candies in between the two of them (and meatball, of course.)

he tried to clear up the tornado of thoughts running in his head, shifting all of his focus to the movie playing on the tv. jisung was so invested in it that he didn’t even notice when heejin slowly put her hand in his, moving the bowl of candies onto her nightstand, putting meatball in her lap and getting closer to him. well, that was until he felt his cheeks heating up.

“i.. uh.. w-what are you doing?..” jisung stammered, incredibly nervous at this point. he didn’t get an answer, heejin just flashing him a cheeky smile before going back to watching the movie.

and before he even knew it, his eyes slowly fluttered shut, resting his head on heejin’s shoulder.

“ji! wake up!” jisung woke up to a high-pitched voice, a pair of hands that weren’t his shaking him lightly. “the movie’s over.”

“d-did i fall asleep? i didn’t even realize.. sorry about that.” he murmured, getting up and stretching, a soft yawn escaping his lips. “well, i guess i can sleep over at yuta’s.. it was nice spending time with you.”

“can i at least walk you there? yuta’s my neighbour, and plus, you watched a movie with me!” heejin suggested, getting of the bed as well and looking up at jisung.

“s-sure..” jisung muttered, following heejin to the front door. he slipped on his shoes, leaving the dorm with heejin.

“thank you for spending time with me, i enjoyed it!” heejin thanked him, getting on her tippy toes, planting a quick kiss on his cheek, watching the way jisung’s face lit up in amusement.

“i.. uh.. w-what was that for?” jisung stammered, eyes darting between heejin and the floor.

“my way of repaying you.” she teased. “i’m heading to bed now. good night!”

“good night, heejin.” he said, watching as she disappeared into her dorm. he opened the door to yuta’s dorm, his hyung already waiting for him on the couch.

“so, jisung? how did your little date go?”

#nct #nct dream #nct 127 #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct jaemin #nct mark lee #nct jaehyun #nct yuta #nct mark #nct johnny #nct jeong jaehyun #nct jung jaehyun #nct jisung #nct smau #nct social au #nct social media au

[maybanksbabe]

Ok here are a few thots from my very long list for brat tamer!JJ cuz it’s horny hour for me rn:

Deciding to go brat mode and get on his nerves around the Pogues with a subtlety that is easily mistaken for normal teasing but JJ picks up on the subtext and the sharp warning glare he sends you🥵 he’s like “do that again I dare you”

JJ’s main methods of shutting you up real quick are mocking and humiliation during fun times iykwim

oh yeah and degradation kink goes crazy especially if you got him particularly moody

you trying to ahem tease him once and later than night he’s edging you for hoursss it’s pure torture

now he doesn’t rlly spend too much time on spanking like he doesn’t rlly do it as a separate session much but he does do it during yk with his RINGS on

Another kegger party and you’re seating on JJ’s lap as usual but you’re purposefully shifting around to get him hard and pissed off and so he grabs your jaw, tilting your head to the side and starts whispering in your ear and to everybody else around it looks like you guys are just being an overly affectionate couple but really he’s threatening you with the things he’s gonna do to you if you don’t sit still like a good girl

ok don’t judge me for this but…face slapping. Like not very hard to the point where you’re actually injured and in lots of pain, it’s like in between but holy shiiiii

CHOKING CHOKING CHOKING CHOKING

yeah and dacryphilia kink but obviously not when you’re actually upset

ok but…face fucking

ALSO ALL CONSENSUAL OFC!! I FEEL LIKE HE’D BE VERY HESITANT TO ROUGH YOU UP AT FIRST BUT AFTER MANY MANY DAYS OF ASSURANCE HE GETS MORE COMFY WITH IT

ALSO SAFE WORDS AND AFTERCARE ARE A MUST NO MATTER WHAT

HELP THIS IS PEAK WHORE BEHAVIOR WHAT AM I DOING

I AGREE WITH ALL OF THE ABOVE HOLY SHIT ANON HOLD ON YOU'RE GETTING A FULL RESPONSE IDC

do that again I dare you - sir?? challenge fuckin' accepted you're pushing his buttons aaalllll night until he can get you away

"is it too big baby? are you sure you can take it?" MY BRAIN IS MUSH RN he for sure knows that the quickest way to stop you from running your mouth when he's rocking your shit is to just mock tf outta you LORD -

he doesn't taking teasing lightly you're sO RIGHT! if you even try to rile him up by being a little too close to Pope or JB he's not going to let you cum until he damn well says so

PLEASE SPANKING WITH THE RINGS?? DURING DOGGY!!?!?! HE'S AN ANIMAL AND YOU LOVE THE STING OF THE METAL... He gets a couple of good smacks in before he refocuses on turning you into a boneless mess beneath him

IF YOU DON'T SIT STILL LIKE A GOOD GIRL YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SIT AT ALL (see point above) he'd make sure you know you fucked up

No judgement here anon whatever floats your boat, but you're definitely right he wouldn't do it overly hard or a lot, but a couple of quick love-taps on the face when you're pinned beneath him really just takes it all up a notch -

HEAVY ON THE CHOKING ARE YOU KIDDING ME??! I feel like that one started as a joke but you both realised you were into it so it gets incorporated quite a lot into your... Sessions ;) bonus points for rings too (the rings stay on during sex ssshhh)

God just picturing the satisfaction on his face seeing you start to get all teary and overwhelmed and overstimulated, barely able to tell him how good you feel, just letting the tears free fall and ruin your makeup. motherfucker would probably lick the tears off your cheek once or twice -

AND YOU'RE SO RIGHT HE WANTS TO BE SURE THAT YOU'RE SURE YOU WANT IT BEFORE HE GOES ROUGHING YOU UP AND FEELS BAD ABOUT IT!!! JJ is all about the pleasure, but he 100% is a king afterwards too, getting you water, helping you clean up, telling you how good you did for him - I'll show myself out

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #jj thots #libra speaks

[cosmoacrosscosmos]

Explaining my seating chart and why

Bruce drives he has a bunch of high speed cars and he has a Batmobile

Selina the (somewhat) rule enforcer to the front of the car she only has the girls in the front because they don’t cause as much problems (she just wants radio control)

Barbara she sits next to the front (second?) row for easy access to her wheel chair

Cassandra she feels safe between septh and babs

Septh Easy access to Bruce so she can sass and judge his driving and him in general

Damien once again window access so he can see all the animal they better

Dick acts as a buffer between Tim and Damien

Tim would drive but Bruce said no and the people in the back row don’t want to move or give up the back row

Jason pulled the I died card so he can get the back corner it’s away from most people and somewhat quiet so he can read

Kate sits back there because it’s a bit calmer then other parts of the car

Duke it’s the only seat left by the time he joined the family

Alfred easy access to the walk way so he can call out the kids for bad behavior

#cassandra cain #barbara gordon #jason todd #tim drake #damien wayne #selina kyle #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #kate kane #duke thomas #richard dick grayson #batfam #batfamily #dick grayson #jason peter todd #damien al ghul

[georgiapeach30513]

Open Your Heart, Part 3

Summary:  you and Paul open up.

Pairings:  Paul Diskant X Reader. Lee Bodecker X Paul Diskant

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, therapy and sessions in therapy, depression, sad Paul, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, voyeurism, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.3K

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“Mrs. Diskant,” your eyes drift up from your lap, while your therapist gives you a warm smile, “You don’t usually come in so annoyed.”

She always had this ability to call you out on your feelings. You cross your arms, settling back into the couch. It wasn’t going to be that easy to get you to talk.

“Your husband said you fainted,” you blow a puff of air, and roll your eyes. “Is Paul wrong?”

“Nope.”

“What’s the problem?”

“Someone new was there. I could see her eyes on my…disability. I don’t like new people.”

She lays down her notepad, smiling again, before standing up, “Coffee?” You answer with a yes, and she begins making you a cup. You always like to judge people’s behavior towards you by how they made your cup. Dr. Maximoff always seemed to get just how much sugar you needed at that time.

“You need to meet new people. You’re in a new town.”

“They stare.”

“Educate them. Your pump isn’t a death sentence.”

“No, but the damage to my heart is,” she nods, handing you the cup, and you blow on the little opening a moment. Staring at nothing in particular. Just thinking.

“How is your sex life?”

You scoff. This isn’t a normal ask, but you get exactly why she’s doing it. “If it’s that bad, I did offer you some tools on good positions for the battery.”

“Our sex life is fine.”

“And you’re sure?”

“I know why you’re asking this,” she smiles over her mug, waiting for you to tell her why she was asking. She knew all she had to do was get you a bit irritated, and you let your frustrations out quickly.

“You’re asking because Paul is the only reason I wake up. I haven’t allowed myself to dwell on my thoughts, because of my husband.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“He’s my reason. The only reason I fight. The only reason that I continue on this impossible journey. The reason I don’t mention how scared I am to leave him. It’s inevitable. Five months is their guess. Five months before my body starts shutting down. And if I lose my reason and want to wake up, I’ve lost my fight. This…seventy percent of this is me having a reason to fight. It’s all a mental mind game. I lose that, my mental health declines, my body declines. And I leave Paul. And I can’t do that to him.”

Your eyes drift out to the window, remembering your wedding day. You couldn’t see any other person in that room but Paul. He was your everything. The reason to live, and continue fighting.

“It’s not fair,” you grouse. Gulping down some of the bitter brew. It was creamier than usual. She needed to soften you. “We had these big dreams once upon a time. We had this beautiful plan. We’d be married for two years, just us. And then we’d try having a baby. None of that planning, but just having fun. If it happens, it happens, you know?”

She gives you a nod, letting you completely take over the session. You needed this venting time. You would never mention any of this to Paul. He was too good to be burdened with your worries.

“We reached it. We had fun unprotected sex, and it was beautiful. And then, our world changed. He had to look at me in a hospital bed, almost dead, and fighting to come back to him, only to realize my heart was weak. I woke up with this thing in my chest. And Paul was so sweet. So understanding. Held my hands while he led me around our house. No kids. It’s not for us anymore. No future, because I will die.”

“Everyone dies. That doesn’t mean your future is gone. That means you seize each day, and treat it as your last. Fill it with good people. Love through your heartaches.”

“Every second is a heartache for me. My blood pressure is so faint it can’t be read. If the brakes are slammed, I feel my pump move around. The thing I hate the most is the very thing that’s giving me all these extra days with a man who deserves a wife who can give him kids. And I will leave him. And then what? Does he move on? Does he find someone better? Someone who can make all his dreams come true? He deserves all of that.”

“So do you,” you look down to your lap, shaking your head, “There’s always adoption.”

“I’m dying. We Adopt, which we can’t afford. I die, and leave behind my husband and a child that I chose to bring into this mess. How selfish do you think I am? I’m doing what you asked. I write down all the little things I’m grateful for. But, my biggest thing I’m thankful for is him. But, I’m scared for him. I don’t want to lose him, and I know he doesn’t want to lose me, and he will.”

Her hands fold into her lap, and she leans forward. Smiling at you, while you sniffle, and wipe away tears, “it’s okay to feel this way. It’s okay to question and have doubts about your health, you’ve been dealt a bad hand. But you have the best support system in Paul. That man would move mountains for you if it were possible.”

“I know,” you sob, grabbing a tissue to wipe at your tears, “And that’s why saying goodbye is going to be harder than living with this.”

“Diskant,” Lee yells out of his office as Paul walks by. Paul taps his paperwork in his hand before walking into the office. “I’ve been thinking, we should do a fundraiser for your family.”

“Lee, that’s not necessary. Heart transplants don’t work like that.”

“I know. I’m saying, bills have to be raking up. Your wife’s hospital bills even with insurance must be a hell to pay. And you mentioned she needed to talk to someone. Is that paid for by insurance?”

Paul sighs, shaking his head no, “She needs it though. She refuses to be candid for me, and if she loses her mental battle, I lose her. I’ll pay whatever it is I need to. If that means I skip a few meals, I’ll do that.”

“See, you need the money,” Paul gives Lee a silent thank you, and begins to stand up, “no kids?”

“It’s not suggested for her to have them with the pump,” Paul’s eyes drift down to the floor, while he spins his ring finger around. “We wanted them. We waited too late.”

“With a transplant? Could she have kids?” Lee excitedly leans over the desk. Judith wanted kids, until they were married. Now she won’t slow down.

“Yes, it would be possible. Even to have one natural,” Paul clears his throat, not meaning to say that out loud. This was not an appropriate talk with your boss.

“Ahh, you’re a man,” Paul stifles out a laugh, nodding his head. He needed a friend, too. Had spent every extra dime on therapy for you, and sometimes he forgot how hard it was to stay strong for you. But whatever it takes.

“So I take it that things are healthy?” Lee tries casually asking.

Much to Lee’s surprise, Paul seemed to want to talk, “She gets a bit self conscious about the scar, and the tube, but she’s just as beautiful to me,” he smiles sheepishly looking away. “She’s uncomfortable with certain positions, there’s a hose, ya know, but man, what she is comfortable with, I like a lot. She plays shy, but anytime I ask or initiate, she’s ready.”

“That’s good. Relations keep a couple together longer,” Judith turned Lee down a lot. She was always working on a listing. Lee had become an afterthought, and he was her everything. Her saving grace. The one who came to visit her during her treatments. Where were her friends and family? Lee was always there.

“Does she…ya know?” Lee smiles, shrugging, “Is it always you initiating things?”

“No, not at all. She feels bad about…not feeling comfortable about certain positions, and usually afterwards, well, she’s dropping to her…” Paul pauses. It felt good to talk, but it was inappropriate with Lee. You wouldn’t be happy about Paul letting Lee know how you were quite the fiend.

Paul needed a friend, and he wanted to curse himself for opening up so easily, “I shouldn’t talk about her like that. It’s not just the sex with her. She’s…she’s it. There is no other. If anything happens, I can't move on.”

Oh Paul had to go. He would become an obstacle for Lee. But for now, he wanted to keep him talking, “You’re fine, Diskant. Sometimes you just need a friend. Sometimes you need to fuck your wife in the living room.”

“No, the living room, she fucks me,” Lee smiles at him, the living room window was large. He might have to randomly pop in. “Lee, I thank you, but I should really…”

“This is you talking to Lee,” he puts on that charming smile that seemed to make everyone melt. It was the reason he had continued to be elected. “Don’t look at it as Diskant talking to his superior. If you need anything, don’t hesitate. My door is always open.”

“Thanks,” Paul smiles. He was always a bit naive. Too trusting in a world where he should be suspicious. “I really do appreciate it.”

“Blossom,” Paul shouts at you as he walks in the house. “Blossom!”

“What?” You giggle, spinning around to look him up and down. He did look handsome in his uniform. But you looked ravishing in nothing but his shirt.

“What’re you doing?”

“Matching socks,” you give him a devious smile, turning back to your socks, “What're you doing?”

Before Paul would sling you over his shoulder, carrying you into the bedroom where he threw you on the bed, tickling and kissing you until his face was in between your thighs. His lips kissing over your covered core, while you were trying to catch your breath from the laughter. Now only to be met with his sinful mouth.

Your smile starts to fade, missing those sweet moments, before he scoops you up bridal style. It wasn’t the same, but there was still this tender sweetness. Your legs kick around, while you pet over his soft cheeks, “Paul, what’re you doing?”

“You know what I’m doing?” He tosses you onto the bed, and his body cages you quickly. And you would never put up a fight from this.

His lips press open mouth kisses on your exposed skin. His fingers give you little tickles down your body, as he journeys lower. Pressing his body in between your thighs, you whimper. Some things the pump would not take away, and you were glad this was one of them.

He hooks his thumb under your panties, before pulling them off of you. Licking his lips while he stares at your glistening cunt, ready to feast upon you, before diving in. The sweetest kisses move up your slit, and then his lips circle around your clit. Giving the little bean gentle sucks.

Pulling off, only for his tongue to lick up your juices. Gazing up at you from in between your thighs, watching you fondle your own tits. Your eyes closed as you lose yourself in his ministrations.

Paul enters his tongue into your waiting cunt. His nose continues to stimulate your bundle of nerves. Drowning himself in your slick. You were his favorite dessert. The thing he enjoyed the most about waking up was you.

His tongue leaves your pussy, and is replaced by two fingers. Kitten licking at your nub, while he finger fucks you. Pumping those thick digits in and out of your warmth. Laving up your sweet nectar all the while watching you start to come undone.

You always looked so pretty like this. Relaxed and in complete bliss, and all because he loved the way you tasted. Loved when your scent lingered on him, even out in public. It was his little inside joke. Shaking peoples’ hands, and knowing that your arousal was coated on his fingers.

He was a menace with his mouth, but an absolute fiend with his fingers. He curls them, hitting over your spongy spot that drove you wild. His other hand presses on your lower stomach, and you feel things so much more.

Your toes curl, and your thighs tighten around his head, but Paul doesn’t stop. You need this release. Needed to let go of your frustrations. He could see that vein on your neck popping out more. You needed to relax. Go dumb for a moment on his mouth alone.

Your back lifts you off the bed, and you see stars as you gush on him. He finally pulls away, slurping up your spend, as your body collapses on the bed. “You feel better, Blossom?” You nod your head, keeping your legs spread. Your hand softly rubs on your stomach, as your eyes start to close.

“I’m gonna match socks while you sleep, you deserve it.”

“Lee?” Lee grumbles, grabbing his mouth piece.

“What?” He demands. He was enjoying this view too much. The two of you should really invest in blinds. He was annoyed.

“You’re needed at the station. Picked up you know who at the bar. She’d been drinking too much again. Flirting this time,” Lee growls, throwing his car into gear as he slowly drives down the road. “She didn’t drive. Billy called the station to pick her up. She’s pissed that he took her keys.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” you would never go out with friends and get that drunk. The only thing you would do was be waiting at home for him, offering him a beer after work. Judith had turned out to be such a disappointment. But..with a check at her files he knows she may be of use to him. And you. Always you.

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[monstercollection]

I want to talk about some of my feelings about John Seward. I tried writing a post about it before and deleted it after giving it some more thought, but I’m going to try again.

Background: I’ve worked in group homes with people with various combinations of neurodivergence, mental illness and disability for 10 years and am ND, disabled and mentally ill myself.

CW: Modern Institutions, institutionalization of Autistic people, abuse of disabled children mentioned briefly.

Seward as autistic is a really hard headcannon for me to grapple with because autistic people have been institutionalized at high rates for as long as asylums existed.

Is it possible an autistic guy with fewer needs could run an asylum that likely held at least some autistic people who are high needs/have behaviors? Sure, I guess but we never see Seward doing anything but perpetrate the problems in that system.

This is not going to be the first time we see him go out of his way to trigger and escalate Renfield. I’m not going to give any major spoilers here, but this isn’t an isolated incident.

It’s also hard for me to grapple with “compared to the practices of the time, he’s progressive,” because these were not just the standards of his time. These are standards that have stretched right through the present day. This is stuff that still goes on.

I’ve been in direct care for 10 years and I work for an agency that formed when whistleblowers started opening about about what was going on in Massachusetts’ institutions in the 80s. A lot of these whistleblowers and people who formerly worked in institutions now the company and they have shared some absolute horror stories about things that were standard practices.

I teach self-advocacy curriculum that focuses on the history of the disability rights movement and we talk about this a lot. We go into the history of institutions and the people I’m educating are always shocked to hear just how recent this stuff is. It’s all within their lifetime.

We still have the Judge Rottenberg center in MA that uses things like electric shock adversives to punish autistic kids (and the most horrific thing is that many of these kids’ own parents have gone to court to defend that practice).

This is my third time reading through Dracula. And I’m not going to expect people who haven’t read the book to take my word for why you shouldn’t like Seward or why he is bad or any of that. You’re along for the ride and you get to enjoy these characters however you want. You aren’t problematic or bad for having your own take, you’re just doing your own literary interpretation and that’s cool.

But I’m always going to empathize more with the actual disabled and mentally ill patients (esp, here Renfield) in the institution than I am the asylum guy. This includes people (again, like Renfield in this book) with challenging behaviors or the rare few who have physical aggression (this is the population I worked with in group homes for years and they are no less deserving of proper, compassionate care, dignity and autonomy than anyone else).

But I like… I can’t help but wonder what the Seward fans would think about the practices at the now shuttered Danvers State Mental Hospital (where some of my coworkers came from and where several of the individuals we serve once lived) or even the notorious Willowbrook Institutions. Those were “the standards of the 1980s”.

I don’t mean that in an accusatory way. Most people straight up do not know about this stuff. I just think it shifts the perspective to know the history of all this is a lot more recent . But I also think it’s strange that we would judge people in the 1980s a lot more harshly than they would people doing the exact same thing in the 1890s, and we might want to examine why that is.

We expect things in the Victorian Era to be bad because we have the idea that time is a steady march toward progress and that people in the past were always more ignorant than we are, so we kind of hand wave things. That breaks down when we actually look at our recent history.

The disabled and mentally ill people of the Victorian Era knew just how horrible life in asylums were. Restrictive environments where you had no personal autonomy, no consent of consent, where adversives were used on the regular (and I haven’t even touched on conversion therapy and the roles institutions played there) —these environments were hell. When you say “people didn’t understand back then,” that’s not true. Disabled and mentally ill people knew. It was just a matter of people not listening.

And that was not just true back then. It’s true today.

So yeah, I come at Seward with a lot of biases. I’m writing a book right now with him as the secondary villain so clearly I do not love the guy.

I respect everyone’s right to head-cannon what they want and make him your eeby-deeby and all. This is a fun internet book club and we’re all just here to have a good time.

But I just kind of had to respond to some of those takes because I think a lot of them come from a place of little understanding of the role of institutions played in the struggle for disability rights, especially for autistic people and I think it’s an important part of the conversation.

Edit:

I wanted to clarify something because it is coming up in people’s responses to this. “Seward is Autistic” is absolutely a valid take and I’m not saying it isn’t possible for an autistic guy to run an asylum, or that it would automatically mean he couldn’t be ableist if he did.

My personal discomfort with that head cannon is that I don’t really like storylines where a marginalized person is blamed for their oppression of their group (ex: the homophone is secretly gay). This is purely down to personal preference.

I think a lot of autistic, anxious and general ND people are claiming him as one of their own because he is presented as one of the stories heroes and they like seeing themselves in that. And that’s kind of the point of fandom.

Everybody’s going to filter him through the lens of their own experiences. This is just mine.

#dracula daily #john seward #jack seward #cw: mental institutions #Cw: discussion of abuse of disabled people

[arabian-bloodstream]

I’m worried about daemon’s portrayal of being a father. I was very optimistic because the leaks were saying he was a good dad and could do no wrong but unfortunately that’s not entirely true. It broke my heart when one of them said he ignores her. Do you think the show runners are making daemon extremely unlikeable intentionally or is this accurate to his character? It would be extremely shitty if he’s a good father to rhaenrya’s kids but not his own. Because so far if they make him a deadbeat father and plus him “killing laenor” next episode I fear EVERYONE is going to hate him 😭

Oh, I don't think we have to worry at all about this. I read some takes that I thought really laid it out quite clearly what is going on. This was the best one, in my opinion. The money quotes:

He has a closer connection with Baela, but in my opinion it is not because of the dragon but because she remembers both him and Rhaenyra - similarities from when she was younger. The fact is Daemon is not Daemon. He is lost, displaced and without his essence, which makes him. He pretends. He dwells on books and books, can barely look at Laena and shows himself to be an absent father. Which proves that he lies when he says he doesn’t miss Westeros. For the only ones he truly loved are Viserys and Rhaenyra. [...] That’s why they cut his scene with his daughters, in my opinion. It wouldn’t make sense for him to have a sudden change in behavior with them if he still doesn’t feel himself. He tried, he still tries. But you can’t go back to what it was if what makes you feel complete is so far away

I agree with this. I think it makes perfect sense. Especially the bolded part. Once Daemon returns to King's Landing, returns to Rhaenrya (and even Viserys). Once he returns to Dragonstone, and, thus to HIMSELF, to Daemon Targaryen, we will see a Daemon who embraces the Targaryens that are all of his family, including not only Baela Targaryen, but also Raena Targaryen.

In episode 06, Daemon just couldn't connect to Raena because the only part of her that connected to him was her Targaryen self, and Daemon could not connect to that part of himself because to do so caused him too much pain. It was wrong of him; it was selfish and wrong, wrong, wrong. But Daemon is not the best of men, we already know this.

He *could* connect to Baela because Baela was a dragonrider, and that was something--the only thing--that Daemon had still retained of his Targaryen self. And so he could connect with Baela on that level. Once he returns to Westeros, to Dragonstone, to Viserys, to Rhaenrya, to his Targaryen self, he will connect with the Targaryen in Raena.

At least that is what I think. And that is why I think we didn't get that connection in episode 06. I could be wrong. I don't know because I haven't seen episode 07 yet. I tend to try and *not* pre-judge (and certainly not be negative or even overtly positive about) an episode I haven't seen yet. Leaks, spoilers, etc. do NOT tell the full story. The episode itself does.

And certainly, Fire & Blood is NOT telling the story. It is subjective. It is based on biased accounts from misogynistic after the fact peeps who had their own agenda, and collated a century later from another biased account who edited it from ALL OF THOSE many accounts. It is not an objective telling of facts. Period. End of.

Finally, we don't know that Daemon "kills" Laenor. He may; he may not. And if he does… :shrugs: We'll come to that bridge when we cross it. Again, I'm not going to pre-judge Daemon based on something I haven't seen. I don't know what is going to happen, if it's going to happen, and if it does what, how, why, the circumstances of it.

Daemon is not being written as "the evil bad guy." Daemon is being written as a grey, sometimes dark grey, character. He is complex, conflicted, and he loves deeply. He is our amoral anti-hero. But he is certainly not someone that viewers are supposed to hate. He gets the big, bad-ass battle scenes (see, end of episode 03). He gets the quips. He gets the bad-ass entrances. He is half of the OTP of the show (Daemon/Rhaenrya). He gets sweet soft moments (with Viserys, with Rhaenrya, with -- yes, he did -- Laena).

Daemon is NOT the character that viewers are supposed to hate.

Now, I can only hazard my guess on what will come, and I generally don't like to go too far into the guessing because I have not seen the episode and speculation often leads to disappointment. I like to let the episodes speak for themselves. I can say that based on what we've seen so far, I have faith that it will be good. That it will work with the story we've been given thus far. That Daemon will be awesome. And that I am freaking stoked!

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[voraciousvore]

Boarding School for Giants (11/25)

------ Chapter 11 ------

For the first time in a long time, I felt happy, even exhilarated, like a candle was warming my insides. I picked up dinner on my way out of the giant school and started biking home. My heart was fluttering, but not from fear. I still experienced a heightened anxiety every time I had to bike past a giant, but I wasn’t consumed by those negative emotions as I had been earlier. I could handle the unfathomable size of everything now, as impossible and overwhelming as it all was. 

I felt as if, for the moment, everything would be okay. Even so, I found myself thinking about my mother again. I wondered how she was faring without me. My good mood soured quickly. I wished I could just talk to her, find out the truth. Did she really abandon me, or was she doing this to me for my own good? The lack of clarity on the issue frustrated me to no end. We always had a rocky relationship, ever since my dad had left and ripped our family apart, but deep down I still cared. I relied on her, as much as I hated to admit it to myself. If I just had my phone, I could call her and ask her directly. 

Pushing those thoughts aside, my mind wandered to Joey again. I was grateful to finally have a friend among my peers, and I didn’t feel quite so alone. I just hoped the friendship would last. He wasn’t the sort of person I usually hung out with. Many of my peers judged me harshly for my saucy attitude, and I was accustomed to filling the role of the “bad” kid. I usually hung out with other “bad” kids who wouldn’t look down on me for acting up or smoking, but many of them were jerks too. All my life I always felt like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit anywhere. 

Of course, I knew a big part of that sentiment was my fault. I didn’t want to get too close to anyone, only to be abandoned and hurt as my father had did to me, so I pushed people away with my bad behavior and held them at arm’s length. In essence, I had sharpened my deep sadness and loneliness into a spear of rage to poke at anyone who tried to enter my inner sanctum. Maybe it was time for me to change and adapt, as my circumstances were radically different now. Already, I had undeniably lost some of my edge just in the few days I had been in the world of giants, living with constant fear and intimidation. I desperately needed a support system here. I couldn’t push people away like I usually did, or else I might not survive. 

These personal reflections were sobering, and I was deep in thought when I finally made it back to my dorm. As I put my bike in the rack and went inside, I resolved to do better, to be a better me. I would try to be more open, more gregarious, less abrasive and disagreeable to others. Less of a prickly cactus, more of a soft blooming flower. The change wouldn’t be easy, but considering all the factors I had to do it. 

Now, though, I was tired, and needed to rest my weary legs and nerves. I changed into more comfortable clothes, ate the dinner I snagged from the lunchroom, and vegged out to some death metal for a while. I craved a cigarette to help me relax, but I was out. I guess I needed to quit anyway. New me, right? I sighed. 

Every once in a while the building rumbled as giants walked past. I didn’t think I could ever get used to how huge they were, or how small I felt. The light outside started to fade. I got up to turn on a light when suddenly the floor underneath me shook like an earthquake, nearly knocking me over, and the last rays of the setting sun were blotted out by shadow. I glanced over at the nearest windows and saw multiple pairs of giant shoes. The building was encircled by giants. 

All my thoughts earlier about being more outgoing and friendlier flew out of my head. I panicked and sprinted like a wild rabbit to the kitchen, thrusting open the cabinet under the sink and squeezing inside the hiding place I had scoped out earlier for such a contingency. I barely made it in on time before I heard the all-too-familiar click of the roof unlatching and a strained groan as it swung open. I didn’t dare to move. My frantic heartbeat thudded so loud I almost believed whoever was out there would be able to hear it. 

“Hello, little human? Are you in there?” an enormous masculine voice called, the sound resonating through the tiny space. I remained silent and motionless, despite how uncomfortable I was cramped up against the piping from the sink. 

“Aww, that’s too bad. I really thought it would be in here,” another male voice, just as full and loud, chimed in. It? Did they just call me an “it”? I didn’t like that dehumanizing moniker at all. 

“How disappointing. I’ve never seen a real live human before,” a third voice piped up, this one female. “Wow, are they really this small?” I heard some shuffling and thumping within the building. Something massive, likely a giant knuckle, happened to knock against the door to the cabinet and I had to repress a cry of alarm. 

“Check this out!” Were they going through my things? Indignation flashed hotly within me, but as usual I was powerless to stop them. 

“Look how tiny it is! So cute!” Ugh. I grimaced. I was getting irritated at being forced to listen to them prattle on while they touched all my stuff with their grubby fingers. They would probably end up breaking something. 

“And the furniture! It would be dwarfed even by the furnishings in a dollhouse!” Great, so to them I was even smaller than a doll, barely the size of a pinky finger. How could I reasonably expect any respect from such gigantic beings? I was fuming as I listened to the giant hands continue to explore through the building. I felt humiliated. 

“You’ve actually interacted with a human before, right Marcus? What are they like?” the feminine voice questioned with fascination. 

“Yes, technically, I suppose I did, but the little human ran away as soon as it saw me. I didn’t get the chance to actually talk to it. I happened to be near the dividing wall and I spied one walking around. The poor little thing was terrified. It scurried back into the little door in the wall and didn’t come back out.” 

“Oh.” She sounded disappointed. “They’re just like us though, right? Just miniature?” 

“I’m not sure. They look like us at least, on a much smaller scale. But they do seem more skittish, and like I said I’ve never heard one talk before. I guess if the rumors are true, and there really is a human attending this school, we’ll find out eventually.” 

The giants outside were quiet for a minute. I didn’t hear their hands roving around anymore either. “What a shame,” the female voice said, a bit more muted than before. “I really wanted to meet one. But I don’t want it to be frightened of me either. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt it.” 

“Just because you wouldn’t doesn’t mean somebody else won’t. You heard what happened, didn’t you?” 

“What?” 

“About Trent? The real reason he got expelled? The administrators are trying to cover it up, but apparently a few students witnessed the commotion. He actually ate the human student. Swallowed it whole and alive. That’s why Mr. Henderson throttled him so badly, to make him vomit the poor creature back up.” 

“That’s dreadful! What a barbaric thing to do!” 

“I always thought that Trent was a creep. That story just confirms it.” 

Listening to those disembodied voices talk about me, oblivious to my presence, made me feel strange. I hadn’t fully considered how much the giant students had really interacted with humans, or how humans were perceived among them. What Mr. Henderson had told me, about the importance of my being here, made more sense now. Most of their knowledge was secondhand and likely ill-informed, judging by how they referred to me as an “it.” There wasn’t any malice in their wording, though, just ignorance and curiosity. 

I debated whether I should come out and introduce myself. I didn’t think there was any danger of them hurting me, and they seemed eager to meet a human for the first time. Even so, the thought of being surrounded by three huge giants, their attention all on me, was deeply intimidating. Just thinking about it made my heart race, my lungs gasp, and my skin perspire. I was still afraid. I just couldn’t do it. I’d rather stay locked inside forever than have to stand up to giants again. I was ashamed of my cowardice, but fear ultimately won out, and I stayed in place, hidden. My resolve to be braver and make friends slipped away as quickly as it had come, leaving me with nothing but a sad emptiness. 

“My gramps claims he used to have a pet human, a long time ago. He said it ran away though. He never found out what happened to it.” 

“Isn’t that illegal?” 

“Yeah, but who’s gonna find out and report it? The human?” 

I found this topic of conversation disturbing, to say the least. They continued to chat with each other for a while, going off on tangents, as I listened in and gathered information. Eventually, the giants started to get bored of waiting. 

“Oh well, I guess the human’s not coming back anytime soon. I wonder where it’s at right now.” 

“If it’s even still attending this school. I mean, would you want to stay here if you got eaten alive by one of your classmates?” 

“Its personal belongings are still here though. Remember the tiny little backpack we saw? And if you look closely, there’s other stuff in there too! It’s definitely still living in here!” The voice sounded excited by this revelation. 

“You’re probably right, but wherever the human is now, it’s not here. Let’s go.” Murmurs of agreement followed, and I heard the loud crash of the roof being closed. I waited until their thundering footsteps faded away before I dared to come out again. I was breathing hard, and it took a while for me to calm down. I urgently needed to speak with Mr. Henderson about getting a lock for the roof, but I figured he probably wouldn’t be back on campus until Monday. My nerves couldn’t handle these unannounced interruptions. I hated the idea that anyone with malicious intent could just pop it open, at any time, and snatch me up. I had no privacy and no safety. What if I got kidnapped in the middle of the night? 

That night, instead of sleeping in my bed, I slumbered on one of the couches in the communal area. The couches were close to the kitchen, so I would have at least a chance to run and hide to my secret space if I had little to no warning of an intruder. Although nobody else bothered me that evening, I didn’t sleep well at all. I tossed and turned all night and woke up in a cold sweat at the slightest sound. My nights from now on were going to be rough. 

Next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/voraciousvore/731605458561925120/boarding-school-for-giants-1225?source=share

1st chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/voraciousvore/731600430392639488/boarding-school-for-giants-125?source=share

#g/t #giant/tiny #giant #tiny #giant tiny #sfw g/t #boarding school for giants #g/t writing #g/t fluff #size difference

[waiting-on-a-dream]

also, this question is probably a bit sudden, but what would haruto think of the prisoners i've posted so far? :o like, if this guy would vote all of your ocs guilty, i don't think he would even have to watch my prisoners' mvs, he'd probably just go "yeah they're guilty" right after meeting them 😭😭

Haruto: *Takes one look at your prisoners* Guilty!

Haha, in all seriousness though, here's the response to your question! I'll probably reblog this with his thoughts on your four other ocs once you've posted them.

Miyagawa Akio

Haruto would alternate between calling him "Akio-chan" or "Aki-chan". Aki means autumn in Japanese, so Haruto would associate Akio with the season after a while as well.

As for Akio's personality... Well, let's just say he's not in Haruto's good books. Haruto, as laid back as he is, can be quite self-centered himself. So when you put him with a snappy narcissist, things aren't gonna turn out well. Haruto wouldn't be hostile towards Akio per say, he'd just speak to him very sarcastically most of the time.

Vote: [Confirmed] Guilty (He can't see anything good coming out of voting Akio innocent. And he doesn't think Akio's murder was justified either.)

Hanasaki Aimi

"Mimi-chan" for sure! Compared to Akio, Haruto is much nicer towards Aimi. She's cute and friendly (almost obsessively so), and Haruto likes her behavior as long as he isn't in a bad mood.

He thinks that Aimi can be too naïve, so he finds himself accidentally spoiling her and keeping her away from the more aggressive prisoners. She's not a little kid, but he unknowingly treats her like one sometimes. Still, she has murdered at least one person, so he can't help wondering if she has a dark side hidden in her somewhere.

Vote: [Likely] Innocent (Seems she was bullied and retaliated after a long period of repressing her feelings. Haruto thinks she won't murder again. Maybe.)

Ishizu Shun

Shun is very tall (taller than all of my prisoners damn). Paired with his odd personality, Haruto finds himself feeling uneasy around Shun, like the other might just decide to attack him at any moment. But that's just a random bad feeling that doesn't mean anything. Right?

And Haruto thought Ichiro's grip on reality was bad. Shun is even worse! He would find Shun's forgetfulness annoying and concerning in equal parts. Also, Shun's habit of saying things completely unrelated to the current topic of a conversation unnerves Haruto a lot. Is Shun doing it maliciously or something?

Vote: [Confirmed] Guilty (Killing your ex is not cool yo, even if she was neglectful during your relationship.)

Chiba Naomi

Mommy? Haruto really likes Naomi's responsible and nurturing behavior. Compared to all the chaotic children and absolute messes of adults running around, he's relieved to be able to rely on Naomi sometimes. (Of course, he makes sure to keep sensitive information out of reach. Just in case.)

Vote: [Likely] Guilty (As much as he likes Naomi, he doesn't condone killing a child. Even if said child was a little shit.)

Sanada Kei

He finds Kei to be a very strange and at times dangerous man. If it weren't for his force field thingmabob, he wouldn't approach Kei at all. The man's strangely unromantic flirting is weird, and his violent mood swings just aren't helping. What a headache of a guy.

Judging by Kei's MV, there's no way he's getting voted innocent in any aspect. Not on Haruto's watch. And if Kei starts getting too violent with other prisoners, Haruto will just find a way to keep him restrained somehow, huh?

Vote: [Confirmed] Guilty (The guy had it coming.)

Yoshioka Eiko

Like Kei, Haruto finds her flirtiness really weird. And Eiko's insistence on finding a romantic partner in a prison filled with murderers is very alarming. But she's a murderer too, so...?

He doesn't really understand what her crime is all about, but it doesn't seem justified. Also, he finds her whole personality off-putting. So, her thoughts? Rejected.

Vote: [Confirmed] Guilty

Yano Asahi

"Asa-chan"! Despite the boy's sunny name, he sure is a handful. He finds Asahi to be a big pain, along with his "older brother" Rin. They're splitting images of each other. Can they please stop whining already?

Asahi's rude, requests for a lot of things, and makes others do all kinds of things because just because he's a child? Man, he's basically booking his own guilty vote. Haruto will do it purely out of spite, even if it seems Asahi wasn't intentionally involved in the death of that person in his MV. He wants this child HUMBLED.

Vote: [Likely] Guilty (Also, he was such a brat to his mom.)

Maruyama Yurika

A big sister figure, huh? Haruto will treat her nicely as long as she doesn't cause trouble, even more so if she helps him out with his work. It's so easy to get into Haruto's good books, see?

He would have bought into her self-defense claim about her crime, but her MV tells a different story, so he's not sure anymore. She doesn't look so innocent covered in blood around the end of her MV.

Vote: [Likely] Innocent (Perhaps voting her innocent will get her to feel safe and drop a few details. Just like what happened with Haruka and Mu.)

#aurora answers #prison guard: suzuki haruto #gentle reminder that Haruto decides on his verdicts based on whether or not he wants to affirm or reject a prisoner's thoughts #that's what he focuses on when it comes to his verdicts #feel free to take his votes how you will <3 #miyagawa akio #hanasaki aimi #ishizu shun #sanada kei #yoshioka eiko #yano asahi #maruyama yurika

[devilsrecreation]

That moment when you come up with angsty headcanons about minor characters

Professor Hermonculus:

He still thinks about why his father hates him. He’s cried about it to Bump on two occasions: After he ran away from home and stayed with Bump and after Any Sport in a Storm when he was thinking about his behavior.

Speaking of which, you know that spiky headed kid with the sloth palisman? Believe it or not, Herm actually related to him. The two were having a conversation before class and at one point, the kid said “My dad doesn’t like me.”, to which Herm replied “Oh…I’m sorry. Mine didn’t either.” ….Yeah

Herm gets jealous whenever he sees parents supporting and genuinely loving their kids, since he never got it in his youth

More of a “What if” scenario, but let’s say Hermonculus got into a little spat with his husband, Gunnar, and the last words he said to him was “You are so annoying sometimes. I wish you would just leave me alone!”

Little did he know, Gunnar dies trying to help/save someone and Herm is left with the guilt and regret you’d expect someone to have after saying something negative to a person just before they pass on.

He then starts acting a lot meaner to everyone, especially his students. Bump hears the kids talking about it and soon finds Herm bawling his eyes out behind the bleachers. As they both sit down, Bump lets Herm spill everything: from the entire argument, to how much Herm really loved him even though it was never shown, to Herm’s guilt. At the end, Herm was sobbing about how this was all his fault and Gunnar was always right and “I should have been a better husband”. The one person who’s been by his side no matter what is gone and he hates himself for it. For everything he did.

Now ofc, Gunnar’s not really dead in my mind. He’s alive and well. This was just a thought I came up with for no reason

Osran

What if, in order to keep Osran to shut his mouth about the DOU, Belos used Ophelia against him

Like, maybe he’d say something like how Ophelia wouldn’t believe you and judging by how she is with him, she’d leave him in a heartbeat cuz no one in their right mind would stay with such an asshole and a liar. Gives him the whole “You don’t deserve her.” thing and calls him out on his fear of losing his loved ones. As if he wasn’t terrified already, now he’s afraid of the love of his life leaving him if he ever messed up.

Osran would never admit it when he was younger, but his biggest fear was (and still is, actually) losing his family. The problem is, it keeps happening to him.

-He was probably raised by a single parent and took them for granted—gone before he knew it…and he was only 18

-Terra, more or less—they were friends/frenemies when they were little, then they started dating, then they broke up and he lost her as a friend

-Sid Buls, his favorite professor—last time he saw him alive was when he graduated.

- Riley—we know what happened with them

-His palisman, Auspice—same as above

This is a big reason why he humbled himself, this is why he holds his loved ones so dear to his heart, it’s why he was so overprotective of his kids, one of the many reasons why he treats Ophelia like a goddess, and why he tries not to get too attached to new people

He doesn’t want to lose any of them. Not anymore.

Darius:

I wanna see Darius and one other character in a “Raine’s Rhapsody” situation and while battling, someone looking at a picture with Darius and his adopted kids like “Darius…do you have kids?”

And instead of Eda saying “They’re not MINE, mine”, Darius is like “Why do you think I’m doing this?”. All Darius has are Eber, Hunter, and Salem and he is NOT letting anything bad happening to his loved ones

Vitimir:

Oh boy, here we go:

Evangaline once got severely injured when she was making a new potion with Vit

Being with Vit for so long means she can tell when a potion is about to blow up and she pushes Vit out of the way so he didn’t get hurt again. That resulted in an emergency trip to the Healing coven and Vit being overcome with guilt while on the verge of having both a heart attack and a mental breakdown. Eve has a decent home life, so it was no surprise that her parents were PISSED and would have physically fought Vit if it weren’t for Hettie stepping in. Because of how severe the injuries were (she was barely breathing), her parents forbid him from seeing her, even after she was discharged. Not only that, but Vit had to deal with nightmares about her dying due to his mistake, his experiment, she died because of him. Due to this, Vit had no choice but to push her away since he doesn’t want the same mistake happening ever again.

Now don’t worry, Eve DOES manage to study under him again and even figures out the recipe for the potion they were trying to make, but the journey was pure agony for the both of them. Vit loves her like his own and would never want anything bad happening to her.

#damn long post #im not even an angst person what have i become #toh osran #toh darius #toh vitimir #professor hermonculus #headcanons #the owl house

[shiroi---kumo]

Misterica’s White Prince :: Social Expectations

The ramble of the day is Social Expectations because once again I am brain rotting on this cloud like a fool and there’s just a thing I think I need to explain. 

Kumo will refer to “his station” every now and then and what he means by that is his place within the social hierarchy. In the the terms of Social Standing within Misterican society, Kumo was nearly as high as one could go.  He wasn’t just Second son, crowned prince and heir to the throne.  He was also  - Child of White, The Celestial Mother’s Holy Vessel.  

You know how we make judgements and assumptions about people in society when we’re kids based on how we’re treated?  

Like if someone treats you bad, you don’t really know any better and you just think it’s normal because you were never taught otherwise? Similar happened for Kumo but on the complete opposite side of the scale. 

Kumo was worshipped by his people. 

Kumo was worshipped by his people from a very young age because of the mist color he was born with.  He was met with near constant praise and told he was a holy being. He was worshipped by his people and I cannot stress that word enough.  When he accepted Tiamat into his form and became the Holy Vessel his title went from “Your Highness” to “Your Eminence”. Nearly everyone called him that. They called a teenager Your Eminence.  

So this is what I’m getting that. 

Kumo knew nearly no other way to be treated other than worship.  Kumo was raised in a situation where praise was constant and never ending.  Even if as an adult, he tries not to show that he enjoys being praised, he does. To Kumo, being praised isn’t just a kind gesture - it is a state of existence. He was raised in a never ending flood of praise and worship.  

He won’t outright ever admit to this, but there is a part of him in the back of his mind that expects this kind of behavior from other people. He expects to be praised in some way because he was raised not just to receive it but also to expect it.   

Kumo raised as A Holy Artifact in his culture. He was the Child of Prophecy and as such, that means whatever he did was judged excessively harshly - scaling one way or the other.  If he succeed at something he was praised to an extreme, if he failed at something he was met with extreme scrutiny. He was the Child of Salvation and foretold to save his people from a “great calamity” so they required god-like perfection out of him nothing less.

Not just that though. Kumo wasn’t just born the Child of Prophecy. He was born second son to Misterica’s King and Queen. He born within the space of Misterica’s Royal Court so that means he was raised to exceptionally high standards and he was expected to hold to them at all times. So now only does he hold himself to exceedingly high standards, whether he realizes he’s doing it or not - he holds everyone else to high standards as well and he will find disgust in what he considers poor manners. 

This reaction is involuntary and he doesn’t know he’s doing it. 

Kumo’s manners will shift depending on which persona is active, as in his manners are always present but they are more relaxed with some personas over others. His word choices will change and his body language will change with it. He’s always polite but he can become less or more so depending. 

Now as to what Kumo expects out of people - he understands that people are not going to praise him as they once did within the space of Misterica - there is a tiny voice in head that tells him they should. Living with Chaos took this need and desire for praise and affirmation and flipped it on it’s head and weaponized it to become the sharpest blade in the monster’s arsenal. For someone who’s love languages are Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch, Chaos weaponized them in every possible way it could and destroyed everything good Kumo knew about them.  

Kumo craves touch and praise and Chaos gave him both in reverse of what he was used to. Where Kumo knew soft touch - he was met with pain and torture. Where Kumo knew praise and worship - he was shamed and degraded for everything he was or could be.  

So when it comes to expecting things from others, one voice tells him that they should be treating him to a higher standard because he is Royalty and The Holy Vessel but there is another telling him he doesn’t deserve anything because he’s a monster and a demon and they should shun him and treat him like the beast he is. 

Kumo won’t ever say it, but he wants to be praised. It makes him feel loved and valued, and that praise can be anything from a compliment to “I love you” to a long (with permission) hug. He wants it, but he won’t ever express the need for it.  He doesn’t think he deserves it anymore.

#The Mist in my soul || Headcanon #topic: A Prince's Life #Topic: Tiamat #Topic: Chaos #topic: The Earl #Topic: Misterica #Topic: Misterican Culture #Topic: Misterican Royal Family #Topic: Misterican Religion #topic: Love Languages #topic: Social Expectations #tw; long post #tw; abuse #tw; manipulation #tw; gaslighting

[ungalobrando]

I remember you said all your autistic OCs are a different flavor of autistic, care to elaborate?

I care very much, thank you x'D Time to give into my urge to make unnecessary lists once again!!

Elysea Cadash - Ellie had no idea she was autistic for 30+ shitty, shitty years. She was labelled stupid, clumsy, lazy, sensitive, weird, etc. instead, and started believing it herself. The realization that she was autistic and traumatized was an absolute game changer for her and it worked wonders for her self esteem. - Her greatest special interest is human psychology. She always picked behaviors and reactions apart and analyzed people, ever since she was a kid. She can perfectly analyze someone to the point where she can tell exactly how they will react, down to how they will word their sentences, and she's mostly right x'D Only works in theory though because actual conversations are too fast for her to keep up. - She's heavily orally and olfactory fixated. It's easy for her to handle crowded places, loud noises, even pain and anxiety - as long as she's chewing on something, or has a nice scent in her nose. A good scent is very likely to ground her when she's on the verge of becoming overstimulated, and a whiff of something spicy is sure to snap her right out of a panic attack. She eventually started carrying herbs and salts with her just for the scent.

Autism Rating is probably a 6/10 - it's bad enough to affect her negatively in a lot of aspects, but she CAN function, even if she's constantly on the brink of burnout and struggles with self doubt.

Kjelle Sofia Bucciarati - Autistic? Her? No way. That's her vibe. That's just how she is. If she were autistic, she'd have more symptoms, right? ... Right? - Fairytales and legends have been and will probably always be her special interest. If she could, she'd do nothing but pretend that she lives in a fairytale all her life. As a toddler, she pretended that the white curtain in her room was a bridal veil and she was getting married to a kind prince. As a kid, she spoke in a fancy manner to resemble a princess more, and generally had a very dramatic way to express herself. But she grew out of that eventually. Her obsession with snails took over later x'D - Hyperfixations change a lot for her, but she regularly fixates on random shows and books, as well as video games. Skyrim and Rune Factory for example. She jumps around between hyperfixations a lot, but most of them include fantasy themes in a way, or cute animals. Kjelle mostly stims by rocking back and forth, or by bouncing when she's excited.

Autism Rating is 4/10 - People notice that she's "weird", but she luckily grew up in a loving and supportive home with kind friends who never judged her either, so she feels comfortable with herself.

Amina Abdulaeva - For the first 6 years of her life, Amina was mute, and struggled with anger outbursts. But she always loved puzzles and mysteries more than anything else, and solved them in amazing speed. She can easily solve up to 50 small puzzles within an hour. At the age of 7, she suddenly started speaking in few, simple words. And she never outgrew that. She speaks a maximum of five words in a row, but prefers not to speak at all, unless prompted. She also prefers to keep her facial expression neutral at all times because expressing herself is exhausting. - Minecraft fills her heart with joy to this day, because she can spend hours building stuff and adding details. Any games where she can decorate rooms or design clothes can keep her busy for hours. - Sometimes she walks onto crime scenes and nobody can get her away from them until she figures out what happened. Surprisingly, very often, her first guess is correct - so Jonathan, a befriended officer, asks her for help very often x'D She may not say much but what she says often gives him useful clues.

Autism Rating is a solid 10/10 - She can't hide it and "just act normal", she won't pretend that she can, because why should she? For who? The people who judge her? She lives her life the way it makes her happy, even if others may not agree or like it.

Coda Cadash-Tethras - Coda showed signs of autism very early on x'D Mute for the first three years of their life, and then very energetic and talkative about like the same three subjects, what others deemed to be "hard to handle". Ellie immediately saw herself in her baby and supported them from the start, helping Coda deal with their autism much better than their mom. - As a little kid, Coda was very much interested in watching the army practice and take care of their weapons. Nobody could get them to leave, they'd start screaming until they could stay x'D It eventually becomes a big interest in knives of all kinds. They know every name, every difference between them, every technique and every use for them. Ask them about any random butter knife in your drawer and they can tell you in great detail about where it came from, how it was made, what it's used for, etc. - Coda might be "normal" in most ways, since they're very eager to learn every social cue there is out there, but it's easy to tell that something isn't quite right once they open their mouth. They have a rather odd way of speaking, and basically every second word is about their knife collection.

Autism Rating is 8/10 - Very noticeable, Coda depends on their parents for a lot of things even as an adult, but they're very cool with it and are totally willing to educate you on EVERYTHING if you let them

Uriel Salem Bucciarati - Sensory Issues galore. Socializing is hell. Anything that's hotter than 20 degrees celsius is hell. Fuck soft textures, fuck fabrics, fuck flavors, fuck solid food, fuck humans, and fuck you too. If he could, Uriel would spend his life hiding in a wet cave and live on animal blood. Well, luckily he's a vampire, so he's only very rarely forced to eat solid food. He can survive mostly on blood. But when he HAS to eat, it HAS to be a specific brand of chicken nuggets, and the fries HAVE to be burnt at the ends. Anything else makes him gag. - Uriel suffers A LOT because of his sensory issues. Especially as a baby slash toddler, when he can't really express himself, and his mother is an absolute bitch who would rather shake a baby to silence them than to find out why they won't stop screaming. His childhood especially was hell on earth. As if the sensory problems weren't enough, he was forced to undergo a harsh training, and it left him drained until he was finally free from his mother's grasp. - Adult Uriel does, in fact, live in a very cold place. Not a cave though, a mansion. And he does whatever the hell he wants, all day, every day. He lives on blood entirely, listening to the Blues Brothers on loop, and spends most of his time naked tbh because fuck clothes.

Autism Rating 7/10 - Terrible representation, lots of suffering, this poor man will probably never be entirely happy in his miserable immortal life, but it's fine because Blues exist

Juliette Bucciarati - Juliette visibly suffers from the effects of her dad's drug abuse, with a slightly deformed face, bad eyesight, bad hearing... and of course, autism, as well as an impulse control disorder. Right from the start, she was a daddy's girl, and quickly got aggressive and violent towards her mom when she didn't get her way. But the violent outbursts toned down as she got older. By the time Juliette was old enough to go to school, she spoke a few words, and directed her rage towards objects rather than people. - Though Juliette's outbursts can be frightening, she's generally easy to handle. Give her a radio, some TipToi books and let her watch some Kasperl and the Bear in the Big Blue House, and she's happy. Once she's over 14, she obeys to her mom as well, without complaining or questioning it. She does what Kjelle tells her to, even if she complains a bit about her parents still having to help her with showering. - Juliette would happily just spend her day pacing up and down the hallway, listening to her music and her books. She desperately needs her strict routine. If a new person comes to her parents' place, she throws glasses across the room, aiming at them. She used to be a very loud and active child, but as a teenager, she's become quite sluggish, and would honestly prefer to just stay in bed and listen to music in peace.

Autism Rating is 10/10 for disability. She'll probably never be able to function and live by herself, her anger issues frighten her and make her feel guilty, it all affects her a great deal, but she doesn't have the words to express that.

#asks #a nonnie mouse #long post #octag ellie #octag kjelle #octag amina #octag coda #octag uriel #octag juliette

[watertribe-enya]

For the ask game. 13. 14. And 15.

I'm gonna go ahead and do this for different fandoms I'm invested in, if you have a specific fandom in mind please send it with the ask ^^

13 worst blorbofication

Can I say the Colletor from The Owl House? I cannot even blame the fandom too much, since the show did it too. But as soon as the little guy was freed from his prison and got a cuddly child form many seemed to forget the terrifying behavior he showed beforehand. Like he was supposed to be an ancient, morally grey entity, not a n overgrown toddler whom everyone was mean too. And then came For The Future and he really was just an overgrown toddler whom everyone was mean too. Him laughing at some of Belos' cruelties? That was actually Belos fault, because he taught him opposite day logic and that pain was funny! (An actual take I've seen) Actually children don't have a single mean bone in their bodies, unless they were abused! Nevermind the fact that children do cruel things all the time, without any abuse involved. Hell, even King himself showed plenty of cruel and mean behavior earlier in the show. And I doubt that Eda was as shitty as a parental figure as Belos was (even though she was highly questionable too earlier on)

And although I haven't seen any really bad takes along with the character, Zolf "I committed genocide and enjoyed it" Kimblee getting ranked relatively high in character polls. Higher than Scar and Hohenheim at least. How? Why? What does this guy actually bring to the table that's so enjoyable? Okay, he called Hawkeye and Mustang out, but so did Scar!

14 that one thing you see in fics all the time

Dead Guy Jr. naming syndrome. It doesn't bother me as much if it's one or two characters doing it for a kid, but if half the cast does it for all their children it gets weird. It's especially prevalent in Fullmetal Alchemist fanfictions in my experience. You can seemingly pick any fanfic about the further adventures of the characters and always have little Ninas, little Maes, little Trisha, little Urey, little Sara and the list goes on.

Furthermore, Roy Mustang the excellent father figure. You know, the guy who's first reaction was to shake a crippled little boy wildly, without even confirming it was the kid he was looking for and mad at XD. The guy who never interacted with either his best friend's widow and/or his daughter. Who picks fights with a kid half his age. Name one parental thing he actually did for the Elric's, aside from trying to shield them from Hughes death.

Also portraying certain (usually villainous) characters as sexual abusers/predators when there were no hints of that in canon. To be clear, I'm not judging you for dealing with such dark themes, it just gets a little exhausting for me personally. For example I really like Rex Godwin from Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's, a character who is morally grey on the best of days, and usually behaves really shitty and manipulative towards the main cast, and it often goes "Oh a new fanfic featuring him, what a rare occurence...oh it's one of those".

Having Jonathan Joestar as this innocent almost virgin, who only had sex because canon dictates it, and even then only once. I get that he's victorian and all, but the guy was married for five days before his untimely death, not one night.

15 that one thing you see in fanart all the time

Portraying Dio Brando as Jonathan's dearly missed brother whom he would hug instantly after reuniting in Heaven (that goes for fanfics too). It's okay, completely ignore the fact that Jonathan would have massive beef with him for once again trying to kill his family. Or killing all those innocent civilians. Or having children and dooming them to live with their usually abusive mothers.

And pretty much all of the above things apply here too.

#asks #jojo's bizarre adventure #fullmetal alchemist #the owl house #fma #toh #jjba #roy mustang #jonathan joestar #dio brando #the collector #toh collector

[autogynocrat]

Autism anon from earlier, here are the supposed tells/abnormalities I have:

- eating food one at a time, rather than sampling a bit of everything. Say I have a plate with e.g. steak, rice, and carrots on it. I will eat ALL the rice, then ALL the carrots, then ALL the steak. I always figured this was normal, but apparently it’s a tell in kids

- I like making feelings “even” on both side. Like, let’s say I’m walking through a door and I brush my right hand on the doorframe. I’ll immediately touch my left hand to the doorway, or I won’t quite feel right.

- lists. Fucking lists. Excel spreadsheets. I make so many lists and spreadsheets and charts and I don’t even know what I’m doing with all this data. Collating things. Like I made this playlist once of just covers of this old song, and the playlist is eight hours and twenty eight minutes long, and I individually organized the songs by year. I didn’t do it all at once of course, it was a little at a time

- tendency to overexplain if I’m telling a story, even if I know the other person knows the info I’m telling. My sister pointed this out to me, that I do this. Let’s say I were to tell a story about work, I might lead into it with “so we get paychecks, right? Because that’s why we have jobs. Every couple weeks, we get these checks that have a momentary amount, as compensation for the work we did. If you work more hours, you get more money…” etc.

- tendency towards repetitive, compulsive behaviors. I once went a year only listening to one (1) album. While I like movies, I rarely watch new ones, I just rewatch the same few movies over and over again. Some movies, I nearly have memorized as a consequence. I once frequented a specific sushi restaurant so many times that I decided to stop going because I felt self-conscious, but I went back after a week and the lady behind the counter went “you wanted more sushi!” as soon as she saw me walk in. I’m very into ritual, like I’ll eat the same thing every day for a while. Or like, I’ve tried getting into anime, but I just rewatch the same anime instead of watching new ones. Regarding compulsive behaviors, there will be things where I’m like “I need to stop doing this because it’s bad/wastes time/is evil/whatever” and will still feel compelled to do it like some phantom hand is guiding me on a chessboard

- I cannot fucking talk to people. I have no idea how to fucking socialize. I cannot understand fucking social cues. I have sat in awkward silence with so many people so many fucking times, I’ve said the wrong thing so many fucking times

- I unintentionally verbalize my thoughts and talk to myself. It’s very fucking hard to just shut my mouth and keep it shut. Usually it’s a light whisper, if I’m alone I just talk. Or I’ll mouth words, like if I’m thinking or typing. I’m mouthing this right now

- I memorize a lot of trivial facts and will regurgitate them onto people. I guess that’s kinda infodumping? I don’t know, I wouldn’t call them hyperfixations though. I just read wikipedia a lot

You mentioned doing weird repetitive things with my hands, what kind of things? I do repetitive things with my hands too. I can describe it as like, I’ll press down each finger individually one after another with my thumb, then I make a fist with my thumb inside and squeeze and it cracks my fingers, then I do it with the other hand. I click my ankles too, over and over

I don’t know, you be the judge. Surely this isn’t normal at least. I’d say most of these I thought were normal, or at least were acceptable social quirks and not signs of anything greater

when i eat the sausage egg mcgriddle at mcdonalds i take it apart and eat each piece individually with a fork and knife. i dont do this with every food but some foods are too much things at one if you dont take them apart. for curry i dont eat the rice and curry seperate i need an equal amount if curry and rice on the fork with every bite otherwise its wrong. if i have an uneven amount of sauce and other food when i finish any food it really annoy me. the iced Machiato at mcdonalds i dont like it when they stir it ib prefer to drink the caramel milk layer and the espresso layer as separate layers.

making things even i relate to this i like to arrange all the square groceries in the comveyer belt so they're perfectly packed it is literally so fun when they're aligned perfectly edge to edge

im too disorganized to makelists but i love looking at them. also wikis. wikis are my favorite media format sometimes. spreadsheets can be so beautiful but i think well indented code looks cuter and more beautiful especially in an ide with colors

i dont think i over explain things unless its something im really into

i only listen to the same music over and over and over again until i get tired of it which is usually never. i already like my music why do i need more? mili is my favorite artist btw i like them bc they make cute songs and happy songs and sad songs and the themes in the songs are cool and i like momocashews voice. i repeat certain phrases alot for no real reason other than it feels good like i say "oh no how could this happen to me" alot in a silly voice i just like how it feels in my throat. i dont feel like im guided or controlled i wish i was controlled it would be easier for me. i do however feel like an npc in a bad videogame or simulation or something. ive kinda accepted that my job is a simulation tough and i pretend im an npc with no agency i just say my pre programmed lines and focus on being a good and efficient npc its like a videogame to me and it makes the day go by easier.

i cant talk to people either they have to talk to me first most of the time or i feel like i dont have permission to enter their social circle. also i usually dont know what to say an im afraid of people thinking im weirrd

i verbalize or post almost all my thoughts i usually talk to myself more when people arent around but i still do it when people are around too. if you ever see me making lots of small text posts im probably stream of consciousness posting im basically doing the digital version of vwrbakizing every thought that goes thru my head

i dont know if anything i said makes sense sorry for the long post

[bumblely]

People like you are so disgusting. Defending bad behaviors and trying to act like 'everyone should just get along' when in reality you're trying to defend a spoiled rich kid. You'd be silent if it wasn't Lando that was getting called out for his yet again ignorant behavior

hi, anon! I'm the disgusting person when you came to my blog to send this kind of ask and, of course, even if it's really predictable, anonymously? let me laugh and you're still about this 2 days after? touch some grass and took a few deep breaths, it's going to be okay.

dear anon, I guess you saw my tags (and nothing was scandalous here, I stand by what I said) and decided you wanted to know more about my opinion when you despise it? doesn't sound really healthy to me but it's a you problem. I'm a writer so it's not a problem for me. I'm asking you, as you're here and want to talk about it —I guess you kept the name of my blog somewhere to come back —, what was Lando supposed to do once the trophy was broken in pieces on the podium, then? as it was part of the post and what I precisely replied to.

he apologized to Max, they’re friends, it'll become a story to tell in a few years. he's not going to magically fix it up there, be for real, because now you're blinded by hate. I guess you're part of those saying he insulted a whole country because of an accident —I've seen and rebloged the 2 other times it happened, just scroll down it was long before your ask— but you can't convinced me it was intentional or he had any malicious intent with his celebration, even if he could have done it differently.

this whole thing is going way to far, so even if you were right at the beginning —he should have been more careful and acted differently the first few hours after the accident— as you used it as an excuse to just hate on him for whatever reason you decided was fair, it's making you in the wrong because it's disproportionate now. the post I rebloged against him wasn't fair and you know it, some things weren't even true. I happened to see it because a mutual rebloged it, I'm not lurking on any anti tag don't worry, they're actually all blocked but it just wasn't properly tagged by the previous blog.

he understood and apologized to the factory, the case is closed. as someone really clumsy, I now this kind of things can happen, stop acting like someone died or it was done on purpose. and you better have never broke anything in your entire life because that's just how life goes, not everyone is being careful 100% of time, even when they should be (me included). especially after a race as tiring as this one and a P2. you can be mad at people for many things but not because they're happy and joyful after a good race.

also, for someone who apparently knows who I like, you should have a better look at my blog and what and who I trully stand for. spoiler, it's not Lando 😂 I just always do what seems to be right and fair and some of y'all went too far with this, hence my reblog with my point of view, which is allowed on this app, you liking it or not.

I honestly couldn't care less about people's backgrounds —in life, not only about f1. I don't like or dislike anyone because their family is more or less rich and influent, I rather dislike them for what they do with their money and influence, like who they choose to support for example. I like some paid drivers and dislike some 'self-made' ones because I judge people for who they are and, once again, I always do what seems to be right. as being rich means something bad for you, you believed the hate against Zhou was justified because he grew up privileged and his sponsors helped him to get his seat? and now that you can see he's an amazing person you're taking his side? not just because hate and racism are vile things.

about me defending Lando because I have an undying love for him and not because all of this is ridiculous and out of line, you should check someone's blog before claiming this kind of things, especially when I always tag my posts/reblogs, it's really easy to do. I checked and I rebloged less than 5 posts about him, a little weak if he was my fave 😂. also, I'm far from being silent to defend my drivers: Lewis, Yuki and Guanyu's hate was pointed out here. what have you done again?

also, I don't keep up with people and drivers I don't like because what's the point of doing so and wasting my precious time for someone I don't like? you're keeping up with what you believe is bullshit and even go on people's blogs to insult them because they don't believe on the same things as you, that's far from being healthy, ask yourself the right questions and use your time to show some love to your faves instead.

believe me, if I could, I would block you because we don't need more hate in this sport, there is already more than enough but you're too much of a coward to show who you are and to take responsibly for what you say. I believe that everyone can co-exist peacefully within the big f1 family as long as they know about respect and decency and stop going after each other's throat for everything and anything. if you're being hateful in your post (and lying), people will be in the comments/reblogs, be nice, more people will be. treat people how you want to be. also, as a Lewis fan, I've blocked many fan accounts because all they did was insulting Verstappen over the stupidest things, I ain't following hate accounts because hate is disgusting when it's not justified (being sexist, homophobic, xenophobic and on). so I hope you're keeping this energy for the real fights: racism, xenophobia, sexism, ineffectiveness of the fia and their fear of addressing the right problems (like their deafening silence towards the abuse Zhou got ahead of his debuts), driver's safety (especially in Spa and Miami but also everywhere), mental health and so on.

as I mentioned in the tags about trophies never being in a situation they could break, and as you know, Lewis is known to throw his trophies after a win (which I really miss) and he threw this one as well. I kept the same energy by not hating on him even if the trophy could have been broken by doing this. it's called a celebration as podiums aren't made for art but to celebrate the top 3. did you kept your energy back then and hated on him too? I'm true to myself, I'm not hating on drivers over these things, and especially not on accidents.

— Hungarian Grand Prix 2016, 2018 and 2019

last but not least, instead of being hateful, you could have used your time to teach people about the trophy: its history (shape and painting as it's traditional) or about the history of the factory or the manufacturing process as you know so much about it. it would have helped the community but, sadly, it's not the choice you made and it's sad. it was a good opportunity to be a kind person.

on a different level, I feel like F1 isn't doing enough to promote the trophies: this one is in fine porcelain and hand-painted since a long time, yet most people only got interested because it was broken and most of the times, the artist name is unknown when so many are interesting. they did more promotion for the annual collaboration between Louis Vuitton and the Automobile Club de Monaco than for the collaboration of Richard Orlinski for the French Grand Prix trophy when he's a known artist. F1 and their love for money 🙃. I know Alfa Romeo created the #GetCloser and invite artists but I hope this accident will open the talk about art and trophies —I would love them to be as hyped as the special helmets designs.

this being said, have a nice day anon,

looking forward to seeing you again maybe kinder this time,

— bumblely.

#asks

[commaclear]

I feel like Quackity sees a lot of himself in Fundy. Similar to how Wilbur said he used to be like Slime.

I think Quackity sees a lot of Fundy’s behaviors and they remind him of how he acted. It’s not that Fundy doesn’t feel loved or safe in his environment, it’s more so that he feels pushed aside. When Quackity was an adolescent he was loved by his family, just not loved for the person he truly was. I mean, Quackity probably grew up in a home where he had a relationship with his parent(s) but it went downhill after he came out. It’s a little different from what Fundy is going through, but there are a lot of similarities between the two.

Fundy grew up in a home where he had a relationship with his mother and father. They were a happy little family, just the three of them. Around age 11/12, Fundy probably began to do that silly little thing pre-teens do where they change and begin to notice that everything isn’t cupcakes and rainbows. That time in a kids life needs to be handled with care because they don’t necessarily know what the fuck is going on, why it’s happening, or who they are. Fundy didn’t get that care though. Fundy just got to be the middle man in his parents nasty divorce.

I have this idea in my head of what it was like for Quackity growing up. That the first time he sat his mom down and told her that he was gay, she made it about herself. That night was one of the worst ones out of many. She asked him where she went wrong, who had done this to him, how she could fix him, and plenty of other things that ended in a night of slamming doors and tears that shouldn’t’ve been shed. The next day they didn’t talk about what happened. They never talked about what happened unless they had to. Every once in a while it would come up. Sometimes his mom would try to set him up with on of her friends daughters and he’d frustratedly remind her that he’s gay, and every time she would tell him to stop saying that and before he knew it they were fighting. Sometimes his mom would peer over his shoulder at his phone and see he was texting someone. She’d ask him if it was a special girl, and he’d always reply with it was a guy. The same guy he’d been talking to for months. Usually she would ground him in response. Sometimes it wasn’t even anything big. It was just the simple comments she would make telling him to stop acting like that because people would think he’s gay. Telling him to not bring it up because this was all just one big phase. He remembers the week before he could move out, he spent all his time packing his bags with what he needed and trying to not feel bad for leaving his family behind. (Christ I wanna write that. I might be back)

While he didn’t go through a bad divorce, he was in a situation during his teenage years where he felt trapped. He wasn’t enough for his mom to fully love him, he wasn’t able to fit in with the popular kids, he had so many nights where he sat in his room crying with no one to call for help. In a way that’s where Fundy is. Fundy doesn’t get enough attention or love from either of his parents. When he does it’s usually just because they want something. Fundy doesn’t really have any friends, the closes thing to a friend he has doesn’t even use the text friend. Fundy has had so many nights where he is in his room holding back tears as his parents fight with each other or someone else.

It doesn’t help that as soon as things start looking better for Fundy, things go to shit again.

I just think there’s some sort of protection there. Quackity doesn’t wanna see Fundy have to flee the nest when his 18th birthday finally arrives. Quackity feels bad every time Fundy gets judged for stuff that is out of his control. He feels something tug at his heart every time Wilbur and Fundy ignore each other. While he has feelings for Wilbur, I feel like he also wants to care for Fundy.

I think it’s that thing where Quackity doesn’t know how to care for Slime. Slime is so cheerful and has all these strange interests. But Quackity can understand Fundy. Quackity knows what it feels like and can sympathize with Fundy.

It also kinda relates to how Wilbur had a shitty childhood where he was forced to learn how to suppress his neurodivergent traits so he knows how to treat Slime because it’s how he wanted to be treated. But I’m not gonna do any more typing than I already have lmao.

- The Quackity Analysis Anon

(Also I’m hyped for this new au. I was a tad bit sad that htid was gonna get put on hiatus but then I saw that this shit was gonna be a vampire au and dropped any bad thoughts. I fucking love vampire aus and need more. Not to mention there’s still gonna be tntduo. Like homeslice this shit’s finna get good I can already tell.)

((Also I got my own tag???? That’s crazy as hell. Now I can easily pull up all my brain rot to show my friends.))

If we go allllll the way back to the beginning of htid, Quackity came down really hard on Fundy's misbehavior. Could that be because Q sees himself in Fundy and didn't want him to go down the same path with his family? Or perhaps because he holds a lot of resentment towards his younger self? Interesting thoughts...

(also fuck yeah, the new au's gonna go batshit so fast, I typically don't kill people in any of my writing but.... blood may spill in this one)

((yeah! it doesn't go all the way back, but it goes pretty far))

#anons my beloved #hi thirsty im dad #quackity analysis anon