#going out of your way to police others' identities is never okay

[cultrise]

HATE FUCKING. PROWLER!HOBIE

⚝ CONTENTS NSFW, rough sex (consensual), reader gets manhandled, a little dumbification, degradation, hobie has a frenum & a lorum piercing ᵎᵎ wc 2.5k

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24 days, 18 hours and 4 minutes have passed since you and your now ex-boyfriend, hobie brown, have broken up.

life being hobie’s girlfriend wasn’t always pink. he didn’t like to open up that much, you often felt like he kept secrets and he always ignored any problems that arose in the relationship. and even though you loved each other, even though the relationship was great overall and the sex was amazing, the last straw was finding out that hobie was none other than the vigilante ‘the prowler’, which was hunted down heavily by police.

it all happened when you came across a box of interesting gadgets and designs, detailed schematics and tools to use for building them. now sure, you had some suspicions for a while about what hobie’s actual job entailed but hearing it out of his mouth was like getting stabbed. it wasn’t necessarily the information that he was indeed the prowler that gutted you, but more-so the absolute audacity of this man to put his life at risk and lie to you about it.

it all ended up becoming a huge fight that lasted for hours, time in which you insulted each other to the bone, yelled until your lungs gave out and threw everything you could get your hands on at each other. you were devastated. sure, your relationship might not have been perfect, but how did hobie expect for you to trust him if he couldn’t trust you with a part of his own identity? the summary of the fight resulted into you two breaking up in an ugly way and having the worst meltdowns possible because of it.

now, after so many days, you had finally tricked yourself into believing the outcome was for the best. you had stashed every item that had ever belonged to hobie into a box and placed it into the corner of your closet, saying you’ll throw it out when you get the time. obviously, that never happened, as you always found new excuses not to. you were sure you hated hobie.

and in retrospect, hating him was better than acknowledging how badly still loving him hurt. you dreaded the nighttime because you knew the moment you cuddled up in bed you were met with memories and dreams of him that would just not leave you be. even his pillow had lost all scent of him.

you entered your apartment with a sigh, tossing your keys on the couch. it had been a long day, with a long shift at work and even though your stomach was rumbling and your house was a mess, the only thing on your mind was slipping out of those clothes and get into bed. as you removed your jacket you heard the sound of footsteps against the floor. you looked around, panicked. no.. must’ve been coming from outside? until, you hear it again.

you quickly grab a knife from the kitchen, holding it in a trembling hand as you make your way to the source of the sound: your bedroom. as you step in you see a tall, shadowy figure going through your closet and you raise your hand, to strike. with a sudden shift you feel a hand go to your wrist, a tight grip making you drop the knife to the floor. you were about to scream before one large hand dropped over you mouth and you felt the familiar scent of cigarettes hit your nostrils.

“what the fuck, woman? are ya’ insane?” hobie half-yells as he takes a step back, letting you take the information in. he was there. in front of you. in your room. he looked,, awful. “what the fuck are you doing in my house?” you say between grit teeth as his face softens and he sighs “i uh.. came t’.. get my stuff” his eyes trail to the prowler mask that lay on your desk.

“you could’ve called. i thought i was getting robbed!” you cross your arms as his eyebrows furrow “i did. y’blocked my fucking phone number!” oh yeah. you did do that. oops. you play with your fingers anxiously “right..” hobie says with a big breath as he turns around to the closet “okay, maybe stop going through my stuff?” you place a hand on his shoulder, pulling him away. hobie watches you with wide, confused eyes.

“i wasn’t? i’m lookin’ for my stuff because i know this is whe’e you keep your shit! stop making a fuss out of anythin’ “ he groans as he turns again “oh, i’m making a fuss?” “oh great, there we go” hobie scoffs as you grab him by his jacket “you listen to me. you don’t get to come to my house uninvited and start bitching. now move over so i can give you your shit and leave. i’m sick of you” you push him to the side with a hiss, starting to look for his box of things.

hobie rolls his eyes, trying not to let his demeanour drop. he didn’t come over with the thought of getting back together, even if it was permanently on his mind. but hearing you treat him like that.. it hurt. he sat himself down on your chair, propping his legs up on the desk as he waited.

after a short amount of time you pull the box out, placing it on the table with a loud bang “there. it’s all in here” hobie gets up and starts going through it with pursed lips “is this?…” he asks wide-eyes as he takes out a studded bracelet with your initials on it, his first ever gift to you “yeah.. it is.. i have no use for it anymore so feel free to give it to someone else” you cross your arms, not meeting his stare.

hobie did not consider himself a sensitive person at all. yet in that moment it was as if glass shattered into his toracic cavity and pierced through his every muscle “give.. give it to someone else?” he scoffs in disbelief “i gave this to you” he says as he holds a hand out, trying to see if you’re going to take it or not. you shake your head after a few moments of hesitation “no. i dont need it. and in case you havent realised it yet, i hate you. so please, be on your way” you gesture to the door.

this time, hobie is overcome by rage “say tha’ again?” your eyes finally meet his, watching them get darker “what? that i hate you?” you almost feel hobie’s patience snap in half “you hate me now, d’you?” he spits out. you, however, hold your ground “yeah. i do. i think i made myself pretty clear” a hand flies to your wrist once again, pulling you closer “i think you need to stop lying to y’self”

you try to pull yourself away from his grip “hobie! let go!” the man just towers over you, his presence now more intimidating than ever “no. i am sick and tired of this bullshit. you hate me tha’ much? then why haven’t y’thrown this shi’ away?” he points to the box of things, making you bite down on ur lip “you want t’play that game? fine. y’re nothing but a liar” he hisses as you turn to him, in shock “i’m the liar?! me?! after all of the years you have lied to me about being the prowler?!”

hobie lets out a low chuckle as he moves away from you “you still hung up on that, huh?” “still hung… hobie, the main reason of our breakup was the fact that you lied to me! you led me to not be able to trust you, do you even hear yourself?!” hobie’s hand grips at the table, the veins on his arms pulsating. “i did that to fucking protect you! y’think i liked leaving secretly every night to patrol the streets just so i make sure y’re safe?! no! but i did it anyway. fuck…”

you blink at him in bewilderment. your lips part, but no sound comes out of your mouth as your neck goes dry “you want to say y’hate me? fine. go right ahead. i can lie like tha’ too” you had never seen him so angry before. your hands tremble as you try to reach for him, not because you’re afraid, but because you don’t know what to say. “hobie..” you choke out his name.

you don’t even realise when hobie takes ahold of you, pushing you to a wall and kissing you like he’s starved, attacking your lips and biting them every chance he gets. you don’t take long to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in even more as your teeth clash together. his hands roam your body, fingers finding their way to the zipper of your jeans before he pulls them off. you break off the kiss, lips parted and face flushed with need as you follow suit and take off your top and unclasp your bra.

hobie watches you as you do so before scoffing “hate me but are quick t’get undressed the moment i get handsy? fuck, this is such a joke” he grunts before picking you up with ease and throwing you on the bed, flipping you on your stomach and climbing on top. you’re so wet. you shouldn’t be this wet. anyone else would be absolutely terrified with the way hobie was acting. yet you knew him too well, you knew his frustration came from missing you so much, from you telling him that you hate him when you clearly didn’t.

his hands grab at your hips as your face gets pushed down into the mattress and you moan the second you feel his bulge press against your clothed pussy “hate me, yeah? you’re nothing but a needy slut, lookin’ fo’ attention” his hands travel to your breasts, pinching at your nipples. your body shudders at the feeling “p..please, hobie– “ “please? please what?” “i need you” “do ya’?” a low chuckle “ain’t that funny”

he moves one of his hands to you panties as he slowly drags them down to reveal the mess underneath. your arousal drips down your thigh “fuck me, y’re so fucking dirty. a dirty liar, that’s what y’are” hobie growls before inserting two fingers into your cunt. you grip at the sheets, a long moan dropping from your lips as you raise your ass up even more so he can go deeper. unfortunately for you, that doesn’t happen, as hobie’s fingers suddenly leave your pussy and he watches as your hole clenches around nothing, in desperation “she wants me so bad, doesn’t she?” he purrs as you whine.

with a tug at your shoulders he lifts your upped body up, making you turn around to face him “clean this shit off” he gestures before you obediently suck on his slicked fingers, looking up at him. hobie lets out a sharp breath as his dick strains against the fabric of his boxers “you hate me?” he asks when you’re done, before grabbing your jaw and pulling you closer “nah.. i hate you” and he turns you around, pushing your head back into the mattress as he slips his pants off.

soon enough he slams into you, fingernails digging into your hips as you moan in the fabric of your sheets “hob.. hobie.. ahh.. oh god!” you scream as you try to adjust to his size. it had been a long time since you had fucked him and taking him all at once was a bit hard to do. but you were so aroused you couldn’t think straight, you wanted him to fuck you so bad it quite literally hurt “strugglin’ t’ take all of me in? missed this cock, did you, you slut? fuck.. i hate you” he mumbles as he goes faster, his lips stuttering at every stroke.

you soon become to fucked out to even think as hobie’s tip pressed against you g-spot just right. you move a hand between your legs, pressing two fingers to your clit as you try to get off, moaning into the sheets “look at you, tryin’ t’get off like a little slut. wann’cum that bad?” you whine as your digits drag over your puffy clit, your insides being absolutely destroyed with hobie’s pace and the way his piercing’s rubbed against your gummy walls.

“it’s too much, hobie… please” you manage to get out as he lets out a low chuckle “you’re begin’ me now? y’can take it” and you realise he’s right, that it would’ve been so much more painful for him to pull out at that moment and leave you there, hot and bothered, unable to pleasure yourself the way he did. and you knew the reason that hobie didn’t pull a stunt like that was because he was close, maintaining his pace as he starts to fuck up his words.

“such a.. f..fuck… such a dirty whore.. i hate you.. mhm.. i hate you so much” he groans as he throws his head back, adam’s apple bobbing up and down “say you hate me” hobie says as he slaps your ass, the sharp sting making you whine “i… i hate you” another slap “say it properly” “i ha… oh god, hobie!” you scream as you feel yourself come closer to orgasming. another slap “properly” tears stream down your eyes as, with a final rub to your clit you cum all over his cock, ruining your sheets.

hobie looks down at you as you drop limp on the bed, panting and too fucked out to utter proper words. he watches as your mouth opens but no words come out and he smirks “pathetic, ain’t ya’?” you bite your lip as you close your eyes, the words finally escaping your swollen lips “i love you” and hobie’s eyes widen, his pupils dilate and his heart thumps against his chest. you raise yourself, propping your upper body on your palms as you push your ass back, fucking yourself into his cock. the action catches him off guard, making him let out a guttural grunt of pleasure.

“want you to cum in me” you look back at him, begging him to keep fucking you. it doesn’t take long for hobie to comply to your demands, this time, staying silent. you try not to think of the nature of his silence and the reasons for it as his hips snap into yours. his strokes quickly become uneven and hobie parts his lips, staggered breaths coming out from between them.

“shit..” hobie moans as he grips your hips again, body shuddering all over as he shoots his cum inside of you, watching it drip from your pussy as he pulls out. you turn your whole body around, your back pressed against the bed as you caress his cheek with one hand. his eyes close slowly while you caress his cheekbone “i’m sorry” you whisper as his eyes open again, deep dark eyes staring into yours. and suddenly, his whole expression goes all soft, eyes closing again “so am i”

“i love you, hobie” you repeat your former affirmation as he caresses your waist and pulls a blanket on top of you. his lips find their way to your forehead, applying three gentle kisses “i love you too”

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[heartfullofleeches]

Femboy slasher Yandere and Darling is giving me brain rot SO BADLY RN. Okay so what if yandere is a playboy, luring in his victims using his oh so perfectly hot body. One day, he goes out late at night to a bar and finds Darling hooking up with some guy. He plans on killing the both of them, but loses them in the crowd. When he finds them again, Darling is gutting the fool who thought that they would ever touch scum like him, and yandere can't help but plan their wedding.

(This could kinda go with what I had in mind so I hope you don't mind me merging the two- Mentions of Murder/Death)

Femboy Slasher Yan + Femboy Murder-Streamer Slasher Darling-

"Looking for some fun?~ Two cuties seeking third partner to celebrate their anniversary with. Location and pictures provided after a few questions. See you soon ;)"

" "You're making this way too easy, love. People might get suspicious."

"Whaaat? No way - ugh, this blows. I wish we could go to our usual spot, but there's too much attention around that area after that last guy you picked...."

"He was being too sweet with you - he had to die...."

"All he did was give me a free drink - on my birthday!"

Yan's Darling is so weird. Instead of movies of grabbing a bite to eat, Darling has a different idea of what the perfect date night is. They're lucky they're so damn cute in red-

Derailing from your ask a little, Yan actually never murdered anyone before he met darling. Robbed them blind and maybe left a few in the hospital, but he never killed anyone far as he knew or cared. He used his looks to lure people in and take everything from them once they were under his spell. One day, he catches word of another cute face frequenting bars and other places Yan chose as his place of business. He couldn't have that. Eventually, Yan locates Darling on the same night Darling is luring some drunk guy behind some dumpsters. Yan heads over, hoping to catch some blackmail he could used to get Darling off his turf, but what he saw behind those dumpsters was not what he was especially to see."

"Hey gang~ Oops, looks like someone's finally feeling the effects of the medicine I put in his drink. We'll have to cut this stream a little short tonight."

Yan watches as the person behind the dumpsters slits the man's throat - blood mixing with white foam bubbling from his lips. The person looks almost identical to the boy Yan had seen early, but now he's wearing some weird make. It doesn't take long for darling to notice Yan. Instead of rushing him, Darling reaches into the man's pocket and pulls out his wallet - throwing it at the other male.

"That's what you wanted, right? I've seen you around here before, but I thought you'd be good bait to lead the police off my scent when this guy here was found... Wanna be friends?"

Yan should run. He should scream - yell for help, but the way Darling is so carefree and nonchalant about their crimes..... It's the hottest thing he's ever witnessed.

Darling tells Yan all about their life. Killing people has always been more of a hobby to them, but somehow they found a community of freaks who'd pay hundreds to see a cute boy like them crack someone's skull open. Better than being stuck as at crappy cashier job in their book. Their first manager would have been their first victim had he not passed away in an accident the same week Darling planned to butcher him.

Darling and Yan quickly come to the agreement that if Yan lures people away, Darling will do the deed. Yan develops more of a crush on darling seeing how much pleasure and glee comes from killing for rhem. Yan is approached by someone who's cautious of their new friend and warns Yan about them. Yan kills their acquaintance in a fit of rage after they express their plans on telling the police about Darling. Yan realizes he hasn't been entirely in it for the money and has developed feelings for Darlings. Feelings he'll protect in any way necessary. Darling is so proud of him. They give him their favorite knife as part of his promotion to becoming their partner. The two become a team who passionately kiss in between disemboweling the poor fool who was stupid enough to answer their online ad.

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[multiplicity-positivity]

Here’s some positivity for introjects who are connected to their source!

There’s no one true or correct way to be an introject - introjects come in all shapes and sizes, and may have a wide variety of ways in which they view their source! Whether a factive, fictive, faitive, objective, conceptive, songtive, or something else, it’s okay for introjects of all sorts to like their source of feel connected to it. If you’re an introject who is connected to your source, this post is for you!

❤️ Shoutout to introjects who identify with their source’s name, gender, pronouns, sexuality, or other identities!

🧡 Shoutout to introjects who kin their sources!

💛 Shoutout to introjects who identify with their source despite having never directly seen or interacted with it!

💚 Shoutout to introjects whose source is their special interest, hyperfixation, or one of their favorite things!

💙 Shoutout to introjects who roleplay or otherwise engage with the world as their source!

💜 Shoutout to introjects who are source divergent or who don’t identify much with their source, but are still deeply connected to it!

❤️ Shoutout to introjects who like being referred to as their source!

🧡 Shoutout to introjects who are tired of their relationship to their source being policed or dictated by others!

💛 Shoutout to introjects who distanced or disconnected from their source, only to reconnect with it later on!

💚 Shoutout to introjects who often feel ostracized or left out of plural spaces because of how they view their source!

💙 Shoutout to introjects whose relationships to their source are intricate, nuanced, or complex!

💜 Shoutout to introjects who go through phases or waves of feeling more or less connected to their source!

Introjects may not literally be their source, but that doesn’t mean they are morally obligated to abandon connections to their source altogether! Introjects can and often do have a wide range of opinions on or relationships to their sources! It’s okay for introjects to love their source or feel strongly connected to it. You’re still just as valid and cherished as an introject, a member of your system, and a member of the plural community just the way you are!

We hope every source-connected introject who sees this can have a lovely day today. Please treat yourself with the kindness and gentleness you deserve, and don’t judge yourself too harshly for how you view your source! Rest assured, you will always be welcome in our spaces without the expectation to change. Thanks so much for reading, and take care!

#multiplicity #plurality #pluralgang #actuallyplural #system positivity #plural positivity #plural pride #system pride #introjects #source talk #fictives #factives #faitives

[ira-hydrangea]

Replaced Au? Not really.... Final Part

That night, Eva disappear. The only one that knows what happened to her is only a few students.

Mc cure has been healed and now they try to heal after that terrible illness while also learning about magic.

No one talks about Eva and Mc is too busy trying magic and getting fascinated by their power. The boys watched in the background with a fond smile.

"You know... I never see Eva again. Where did she go?" Mc, asks suddenly. The first-year group stay silent before they look at Mc in confusion.

"Eva? Who is that?"

"Eh? you know that another magicless student beside me? You guys are the ones that introduced her to me." Mc explains while looking equally confused.

Deuce smiled awkwardly, "Um... We never accepted any new student."

"Yep. Besides, who wants to transfer in the middle of the semester?" ask Epel.

Ace smirk at Mc, "perhaps that long sleep really messed with your memory, Mc~. Did you need to go back to sleep to retrieve the memory?"

Mc pout before huffing, "...maybe. Ah! Just forget it."

"I once heard that anyone tends to confuse reality and dreams after a long illness. Maybe we should get you checked with Malleus or Lilia just to make sure." said Jack.

Mc then agree and followed them to get checked with Malleus. After that, they try to ask others and the answer they got is the same as their first-year group. So they decide to drop it and just accept that they just dreaming about that Eva person.

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A mysterious girl starts to wander around aimlessly in some town. When she got evacuated and get questioned, she can't even remember anything. And the only thing, she mumbles is the loss of heart. The investigation team tried to discover anything about the girl but there not a single piece of data appeared. No one knows her identity and her case created so much conspiracy.

The close piece of information they can closely match is the lost girl file that come 100 years ago. While their characteristics match each other, there is no way the lost girl can survive that long without aging. And so, the case is deemed as Unsolved Case.

The girl then gets put in so kind of mental institution for further investigation and observation while the police try everything they could to figure out her identity and what happen to her.

The end.

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Okay. This series has finally finished. It's short, I know. But I didn't want to make a long fiction about this one or I can easily lose interest 😅.

I like to say that the 'rest of the story can be imagined later.' You guys can send a brain rot about this chapter and I can answer them while enjoying my holiday trip. Just don't expect me to answer it every day.

I will continue the event later after the new year. Thank you so much for you that have requested it. Now I'm officially closing the event for 1.100 followers!

I see you guys in the next piece of writing. Byee~

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[fangirlwriting-stories]

Late Night Waiting

Summary: After everyone has been waiting for a couple of nerve-wracking hours, Sam and Tucker finally show up at the police station.

...

Danny wishes he could feel better about having a night off from grounding.  But at this point he’s been stuck in the police station for hours and Jazz hasn’t even managed to distract anyone for long enough that he can slip out and figure out what’s going on as Phantom, which would be much more efficient and more likely to solve the actual problem.

Instead, he’s answered the police’s questions about where he saw Sam and Tucker last (at school, like almost every other day since he’s gotten back), and spent the past three hours pacing back and forth in the room they’ve been given to wait in.  Sam’s parents are talking quietly together in one corner, Tucker’s parents are sitting silently in the other, and his family is sitting in the middle, talking about which ghost most likely did this and how best to go after them.

The one time Danny had gone to the bathroom to try and slip away, his dad had insisted on coming with him and waiting outside the door.  Something about waiting to make sure he’s safe while they don’t know what’s going on.

Give this much longer and Danny’s secret identity might slip down the ranks in priorities.

His brain can’t stop coming up with ways he could have prevented this.  Sam and Tucker’s parents called at dinnertime, he should have done some kind of patrol before then.  He should have insisted on spending the night with Sam and Tucker, grounding be damned.  He should have run out to look for Sam and Tucker the second they called, who cared how worried his parents would be when they saw he was missing again too?

It doesn’t matter, because Sam and Tucker could be hurt.  A ghost could have captured them, and he could be contacted any second with some kind of ransom, or threat, or worse.  Fuck, worse.  If Sam and Tucker don’t make it back he’ll never forgive himself—

“Danny,” Jazz says, cutting into his thoughts.  “Come sit down.”

“No thanks I’m good,” Danny says in one breath, spinning around to walk to the other way.

“Danny.”  Jazz reaches out and grabs his hand, then pulls him down onto the chair next to her.  “Stop catastrophizing.  It’s not your fault.”

“But— I could have—”

“Jazz is right, honey,” Mom says, reaching around Jazz to squeeze his hand with a smile.  “There isn’t anything you could have done.”

“As much as I loathe to admit it,” Sam’s mother says with an irritated sigh, before her face surprisingly softens.  “Your mother’s right.  You don’t need to beat yourself up over this, Danny.  You couldn’t have helped by doing anything differently.”

She wouldn’t be saying that if she knew, hisses the voice in Danny’s head.

Jazz catches his gaze and gives him a knowing look.  

Danny shakes the voice away.

He leans heavily against Jazz’s side and pushes his hands over his face, and Jazz wraps her arms around him.  “It’s gonna be okay,” she murmurs.  She lowers her voice further.  “Worst case scenario, you slip away when all the adults fall asleep and I cover for you.”

Danny nods weakly, then sits back and tries to breathe.

Thankfully, it doesn’t come to that.  Because after about four hours of sitting there, when his dad has just fallen asleep across several chairs and Danny is debating trying the bathroom again, the door opens and a police officer pokes appears in the entrance.

“They’re here,” he says, and Danny is rushing for the door before he can get any other words out.

Sam and Tucker are both talking to an officer across the main room of the precinct, and both of them have barely turned and spotted him when Danny reaches them and throws his arms around their shoulders.

“Oh my god holy fuck are you okay,” he says, squeezing them tightly before pulling back and looking them over for injuries.  He doesn’t see anything life threatening or anything that looks too badly injured thank god, but he pats them down anyway, gently but firmly, checking for any strange lumps or obvious breaks.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, I— are you okay are you hurt where does it hurt I don’t know why I’m asking that I can’t actually do anything I’m not a doctor, I— are you okay?  Please tell me you’re okay,” he says, looking desperately back up at their faces.  He finds them both staring at him, at an obvious loss of what to say.

“Young man,” a police officer says before any of them can say anything else.  He reaches out and pulls Danny back, away from Sam and Tucker.  “Please step back.  I understand this is difficult for everyone but we all need to remain calm.”

“Samantha!” comes her mother’s voice, and all of them turn just in time to see her mother rush past the officer to Sam and start doing the exact same injury pat-down that Danny did.

Sam groans in obvious irritation and takes a step back.

“We’re fine,” she says, glaring at her mom.  “Honestly.  We’re not hurt.”

“Oh thank heavens,” her mother says, pulling Sam back in for a hug, and causing another annoyed groan from Sam.

Danny lets out a sigh, looking down in relief.  Now that it’s clear that Sam and Tucker are at least mostly okay, most of the nerves that have been building up around his shoulders relax, and suddenly he just feels exhausted.

He feels a hand on his shoulder, and turns to see Jazz giving him a reassuring smile, which he returns, albeit shakily.

The police finally managed to get everyone to stand back from Sam and Tucker, at least enough that they could continue asking them what happened.

Unfortunately, they’re still close enough to hear everything, meaning Danny’s close enough to hear Sam say, “We got captured by a ghost,” and all of his nerves leap back into his shoulders.

“He didn’t hurt us,” Sam says, waving off the officer’s next question.  “Seemed like he just wanted to scare us.  He actually got distracted pretty easily, and that’s how we managed to slip away.”

Okay, so probably someone harmless like The Box Ghost if they got away that easily.  They probably weren’t in any real danger in a way that Danny was actually 100% necessary to be there for.

…That does not help.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” Danny asks, drawing both of their gazes.  They look wary, probably because everyone here is still more than a little on edge.  “Ghosts are no joke.”

“You got that right,” Dad says from over his shoulder.  “You both are going to have to come back with us tonight to get a full check over from the professionals.”

“No,” Sam says quickly, at the same time her mom says “Absolutely not.”

Probably a smart move, honestly.  His parents tended to look for the wrong things, and a lot of their tests tended to be painful in some way.  Danny can keep an eye on Sam and Tucker for the next couple days, while trying to not let the guilt eat him alive.

“I’m in agreement there,” Tucker’s mom says, stepping forward.  “You two both sound like you’ve had a very long night, you need to go home and get some rest.”

“Absolutely a good idea,” Jazz says, trying to send a knowing look at their parents (of which only time would tell how successful it was).  “Sleep is important after an upsetting experience, especially if it’s past midnight.”

“Jazz has a point, honey,” Mom says, putting a reassuring hand on Dad’s shoulder.  “Just come by in the next couple days, you two.  We’ll make sure nothing’s wrong.”

Danny sighs, dropping his head into his hands.  That’s still not going to be helpful, but that’s probably the best they’re going to get from his parents that night.

“Uh, we’ll see,” Sam says, in a tone that means ‘I doubt it,’ and Danny can’t blame her.  She turns to her parents.  “Can we just go home now?”

“We still have questions,” one of the nearby officers says.

“We already told you everything, and I want to go home and sleep,” Sam says.  “It’s been a very long day.”

The officer sighs.  “Alright, but we might come find you with follow up questions in the next couple of days.”

“Fine,” Sam snaps, and she grabs her mom’s arm and starts tugging her towards the door.  Sam’s dad follows shortly after.

Danny can’t help but laugh a little bit.  Sam being just as annoyed with authority as usual is probably a good sign.

“Yeah, I want to go home too,” Tucker says quietly, and starts for the door without any fanfare.  Before he leaves, however, he stops in front of Danny.  He doesn’t look at him though, instead watching Sam.

Danny turns to watch her too, wondering what Tucker sees.  But as soon as Sam walks out the front door and steps out of sight, Tucker turns and wraps his arms around Danny.

Danny gives a sound of surprise, muffled by Tucker’s cheek smushing against his face.

Tucker pulls back a second later.  “Sorry,” he mumbles, looking down.  “I just… I had to do that.”

Danny just gives him a warm smile in return.  “Hey, if you want to talk about it, you can tell me anything,” he says quietly, with what’s hopefully the right level of a joking tone.

Tucker smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.  It barely reaches his mouth.

Danny doesn’t push, since that’s a bad idea especially now, and a couple seconds later, Tucker turns back to his parents and nods to the door, and all three of them walk out.

“Alright,” Jazz says, drawing Danny and his parents’ attention.  “We should go home too.”

“I agree,” Mom says, as the four of them all start moving towards the door.  “It’s been a very long night, and you both still have school in the morning.”

“What?” Danny asks.  “Don’t we get to stay home?  These are extenuating circumstances and all that!”

“Sam and Tucker are the ones who got captured by ghosts, not you two,” Mom says, raising an eyebrow.  “And you can’t afford to miss any more class, Danny.”

Danny grumbles something incomprehensible under his breath, though he’s thinking about how he didn’t get time off when he was kidnapped.  It doesn’t matter that it’s entirely his fault for using running away as a cover story, the universe is still being unfair.  Especially considering he’s exhausted enough that he feels himself falling asleep on the car ride back.

When he gets home, however, he shakes himself awake, and after telling his parents goodnight, he heads up to his room and transforms.

He opens the window and is about to fly out when the door opens behind him, and he spins around, heart leaping into his throat.

Thankfully, Jazz is the one who stands in the doorway.

“And what exactly makes you think that’s a good idea?” she asks, shutting the door behind her.

Danny lets out a breath of relief and slumps back against the wall.  “Don’t do that, Jazz, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“Danny,” Jazz says, crossing her arms.  “Patrolling isn’t a good idea right now.”

“Why not?  Clearly I should have been patrolling earlier.”

“Well, because you need to sleep for one, and for two, I don’t want you going out there stewing in your own head and making yourself feel even worse.”

Danny looks away, trying to disguise it as a glare.  “Sam and Tucker—”

“Are fine.  They’re not even a little hurt, and got away themselves without any needed help.  You, on the other hand, need rest.  Mom already said you’re still going to school tomorrow.”

Danny forces himself to look back at Jazz.  “I’m not gonna be able to sleep until I know everyone is safe, Jazz.”

“Everyone is safe, Danny.  Your ghost sense would go off or there’d be some kind of news alert if there was something you needed to take care of.  And if the news alert was happening Mom and Dad would wake up the whole house rushing off to help with it.”

Danny looks down.  She has a point.  And he can practically feel himself falling asleep standing here.

“Go to sleep, Danny.  There’s nothing else you can do tonight.  If tomorrow Sam and Tucker are at school you can talk to them and see if there’s ways you can help, and I’ll help you out there too.  But tonight the most helpful thing you can do is get some sleep.”

Danny sighs, and glares more lightheartedly up at Jazz.  “I hate it when you’re right,” he says, prefaced with sticking out his tongue.

“You’re gonna hate most of the things I say, then,” Jazz says with a smug smile.

Danny rolls his eyes and shuts the window.  He turns back into Danny Fenton and moves over to his dresser to pull some pajamas out, then casts a glance back at Jazz.  “Alright, now get out.  Neither of us want you here for this part.”

It’s Jazz’s turn to roll her eyes.  “Yeah, yeah,” she says, turning to leave.  “But hey, I’m really proud of you, you know.”

Danny scoffs despite himself.  “I didn’t even do anything tonight.”

“I’m proud of how much you care, you dork,” Jazz says, crossing her arms with a fond smile.  “It’s obvious how much Sam and Tucker mean to you, that’s all.  And I’m proud of how much you do for them, and everyone.”

“Uh, whatever,” Danny says, looking away and crossing his arms.  “You don’t have to get all sappy about it.”

“You can’t stop me from getting all sappy about it,” Jazz says, sounding smug again, and she leaves and shuts the door before Danny can say anything else.

Danny sighs, but he has a slight smile on his face as he changes into pajamas and climbs into bed.

And it’s honestly annoying the level of right that Jazz is, because he falls asleep almost immediately.

#danny fenton #jazz fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #pamela manson #jeremy manson #jack fenton #maddie fenton #angela foley #maurice foley #i didn't even know those two's names #the no one knows au tag doesn't really apply for this series anymore #so i'm gonna start calling it #everyone knows au #because that's the problem #okay? okay #my fic

[betterthanbatman1]

For the DC ask game!

38. Who do you think is the most overlooked or underused character?

Thank you for the ask, Quo!

Hmm the first character that comes to mind is Duke Thomas (tbh I’m starting to see more of him lately which I really like eg in the Outsiders and reoccurring/being mentioned in the batfamily based comics), but yeah I think he’s often overlooked.

I realise I’ve answered your question above already haha, however I’m just going to give you some reasons I love Duke and why we should see more of him because more people should know about him:

Firstly, his powers! His ability to manipulate light and shadows and see the past/future and other dimensions as a result, is amazing and gives opportunity to so many interesting scenarios and possibilities. He has Night vision, Super vision, x-ray vision, etc. He can manipulate light in pretty much any way possible eg creating beams &bending them, controlling the colour/brightness. He can even turn invisible which is incredible.

He’s also a genius!! I seriously don’t get why no one talks about this kid and his detective skills. “Tim discovered Batman’s identity *gasp*” …yeah he did…but he wasn’t the only one! This boy single handedly figured out Batman’s identity, Dick’s when he was Agent 37, Damian’s AND Alfred’s identity during the we are Robin movement

Ah yes, this leads to the We are Robin movement he led (a group of them at least). And let’s never forget that time he jumped out the back of a moving police car to continue going against the system and continue pursuing the we are Robin movement.

Back to his smarts-This little boy trained to out riddle the riddler. What child does that?? The kids a genius and his confidence is amazing. He’s super talented and loves quizzes and puzzles.

He found his jokerised parents by himself. (This is actually heartbreaking because his parents were good people. They were a loving family and his parents got screwed over by the fucking joker). After the police pretty much said we don’t give a fuck about finding your parents, Duke himself searched for his parents, knowing they were alive. There was a possibility that they were jokerized but that never stopped him. He literally scoured the sewers to find them, only to see them laughing hysterically and not recognizing their own son. Their little boy was nothing but an object standing in front of their laughter ridden bodies.

Okay *wipes tears* moving on: He is immortal/might be immortal! (idk for sure) but it’s so cool either way!. Although, the way dc brings back the dead, every character is immortal.

#That’s all I have for now 🫡 #Thank you Quo seriously had so much fun writing this!! #Duke being the only meta in the family is such a power move #Love that for him! #I need more Duke and Jason interactions theyd be best budsTM #I have so many mental fics with Duke in them #*​Sigh* I might just have to write them some day #I read The Signal i while ago so I don’t remember that clearly #I also need to re read the We are Robin comics #If anyone has more information or wants to correct some info I made a mistake on them feel free to #*then feel free to #Asks #dc #character analysis #batfam #the signal #batfamily #Duke Thomas #I’m very tired to I’ll just leave it at that #red rambles #Duke week 2023

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Regrets Pt.2 

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 2.5k

Drabble 12 - Your day goes from bad to worse

warnings: swearing, heated argument, 

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Namjoon: Hey Y/N… Just got to the coffee place and there’s tonnes of paparazzi, do you want to come to my apartment instead? I’ll send the address now [received: 22 minutes ago]

Y/N: I’m outside [sent: 1 minute ago]

Namjoon: Doors open x [received: just now]

Namjoon’s new apartment feels far from new; the furniture, the smell, even the colour scheme is identical to the apartment he had when the two of you were in a relationship. You swallow thickly, somewhat nervous to be alone with him for the first time in years. His living space is small but homely, you make your way through the narrow corridor before eventually finding him in a bright yellow kitchen with oak wooden cabinets and the scent of coffee staining the air.

“Hey,” His dimples show when he turns to face you, a bright smile tugging his features, “Do you still have blonde coffee blend?”

“I do, I can’t believe you remember that.” You smile back, already regretting this decision. You’re going behind Jungkook’s back to have coffee with your ex-boyfriend who may or may not be seeing Jennie – Jungkook’s kind of ex. It’s a complicated situation to say the least.

“I made you a coffee every morning for six months, it’s hard to forget.” He chuckles mostly to himself.

There’s a small white two seater table in front of the window, a vase filled with freshly cut flowers stands in the middle. You take it upon yourself to sit there and take off your leather jacket, draping it over the back of the butter coloured chair. Joon’s clumsily preparing two drinks at the other end of the room, his big hands accidentally spilling the ingredients as he goes along – some things never change.

A dull vibration in your jeans causes you to jump, you quickly glance at the notification when a tidal wave of guilt comes crashing over you:

Jungkook: I can’t wait until tomorrow to see you, are you free tonight?

It’s like he purposely picked the worst moment possible to text, reminding you what you’re doing right now. He’s at the office stressing about work and the police investigation while you’re having a casual coffee date with the one person in the world you know he has a problem with. You’re frowning lightly, lips pursed into a flat line as you type a quick reply, since Namjoon’s too busy cleaning up after himself to notice.

Y/N: What do you have in mind?

Jungkook: Dinner at my place? I’ll even cook for you

A blissful yet amused sigh escapes you at the idea of Jungkook wearing an apron and preparing a meal from scratch, he’s usually more of a ‘let’s go to a five star restaurant tonight’ or even a ‘why don’t we take the jet to Italy today and have a real Italian?’ kind of guy. Can he even cook? You think to yourself, locking your phone and shoving it back into your pocket after sending another fast reply.

Y/N: If I say yes you have to promise you won’t kill me with food poisoning

“…Alright, blonde coffee blend with almond milk and one sweetener.” Namjoon says proudly, placing a large purple mug down in front of you.

“Thank you.” You smile, a little nervous to be alone in his company.

It seems as though you didn’t get the memo – you’re wearing blue ripped jeans, a copped white Motley Crúe shirt and white converse with sunglasses atop of your head, feeling somewhat underdressed compared to your ex who’s sitting opposite you sporting a baby blue dress shirt and black slacks, sipping at his coffee that’s definitely not cooled down enough yet.

“So,” He’s the first to speak, fingertips rhythmically tapping his mug, “How have you been? Aside from the obvious.”

“I’m okay actually, all things considered.” You give him eye contact and a small smile, unable to rid your stomach of the guilt trying to gnaw its way out, “How about you?”

“I’m okay.” He nods, his gaze flickering from your face to the window, zoning in on the traffic below, “I’m glad you came, I was worried you wouldn’t want to see me after what happened when I saw you at the club.”

“Well we’re just friends, right?” You don’t know who you’re trying to convince, you feel selfish for even being here when you know he still has feelings for you, an apologetic smile tugs the corners of your mouth, “Friends can have coffee together, it’s no big deal.”  

At this he visibly stiffens with pinched brows, erasing any trace of emotion he once showed as he chooses to look you in the eye, “We’re a lot of things Y/N… But we’ll never be just friends.”

This was a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake. Not only are you keeping this meeting from your present boyfriend, you’re toying with your past boyfriend’s heart strings. Shame and sadness hits you like a tonne of bricks, so what if Namjoon knows Jennie and didn’t tell you? This isn’t fair on anybody, not Namjoon, not Jungkook, and not you. You exhale, mustering up the courage to set boundaries with him even though you’re the one sitting in his kitchen.

“Joon…” You swallow, “You know that I’m with Jungkook now, you and I… We-, You’ll always be important to me and I’ll always be here for you if you need me… But only as a friend.”

“And he’s okay with that? Jungkook’s fine with you and I being friends?”

“Well he might not be fine with it but it’s kinda understandable… Put yourself in his shoes.”

Namjoon’s shaking his head, his face contorted with a cocktail of jealousy and regret, “I’d love to be in his shoes, to have all that power. He’s got the nice clothes, the penthouse apartment, expensive cars… And most importantly he has you.”

Your hands tremble slightly as you take a sip of your coffee, struggling to find the right thing to say, “I’m not one of his possessions Joon, I chose to be with him.”

“Chose?” He scoffs, obviously irritated, “You were coerced, he bribed you with money.”

“Wha-, Excuse me?”

“That was the deal right? Sex for money?” He’s getting louder, “Do you really think someone like that cares about you?” While his words manage to cut you deep, you defend Jungkook, he’s a good man and shouldn’t be spoken about this way.

“You’re way out of line Namjoon,” You warn him with a steady voice, “Jungkook and I are in a relationship, I’m not going to sit here and let you talk about him like that. He’s done nothing wrong.”

“I was suspicious of your ‘relationship’ with him from the get go,” He mimics air quotes, “He’s not exactly a respectable man. He’s nothing more than an adult fuck boy, and when I saw the video and the conversation—”

“You watched the video?” Your tone is low, your heart dragging down into the depths of your stomach, it’s one thing for a total stranger whom you’ve never met to watch the tape but for your ex-boyfriend to watch it? That’s a whole other level of disrespect.

“I mean it’s nothing I haven’t seen before Y/N.”

There’s no emotion in his eyes, not even a spec of guilt or shame at his behaviour – this isn’t the Namjoon you once knew and loved, this is somebody else. You’re equal parts disappointed and outraged by how he’s acting, he’s staring at you expectantly as though the conversation hadn’t just taken a turn for the worse not even five minutes after you arrived. He sees no issue with watching the video, and evidently he sees no issue with berating you about Jungkook either.

“This was a mistake,” You fumble with your jacket, trying to get it on as quickly as possible, “I didn’t come here for you to make me feel like shit.”

“I never want you to feel like shit, I still love you, you know that.” For a split second you see a glimpse of the old Namjoon, his cute dimples piercing his cheeks as he talks, “I want to give us another chance, you’re so much better than him and you need to see Jungkook for who he really is instead the lies he’s told you.”

At this you laugh humourlessly, finally snapping, “You wanna talk about lies? Okay.” Your voice is raised, “Why are you so adamant my relationship isn’t real? Hm? You must’ve got the idea from someone, right? I know that you know Jennie, and I know that you were both outside my old apartment yesterday. You wanna talk about lies? Tell me why you denied it when I asked.”

It’s not clear where you got your hypothetical balls from, there was a time you would’ve never spoken to him like this – and a time where he respected your privacy, but as that’s no longer the case you’re done taking shit from people who clearly don’t give a shit about you. And so you finally grow a pair of balls and bite back, huge, venomous balls, that Joon’s currently choking on as he struggles to find any words.

“Jungkook isn’t a good person, one way or another he’s going to break your heart. He’s already publicly humiliated you.” Is what he settles for, staring at you with dark eyes as he completely ignores your outburst.

“Is that what Jennie says?” You’re not going to let this go, you need answers.

“It is, and I believe her.”

“So you do know her?” The back and forth between you is gradually getting more heated and emotional.

“I do.”

“How?”

“She’s my-,” He clicks his tongue, he looks annoyed, “We’re seeing each other.”

“You’re seeing someone yet you invited me over and just told me that you still love me?” You’re shaking your head, standing from the table as you finally get both arms into your jacket. “What a gentleman.” 

“You’re with Jungkook and you agreed to come here, presumably behind his back no less. At least Jennie knows that you’re here.” His tone oozes jealousy at the mere mention of your boyfriend, he stands too, his tall frame towering over you.

Ouch, that stings a little harder than it should, “This was a mistake,” Your hearts beating so fast, your stomach churning with regrets, “But I guess you were right about one thing… You and I? We can never be friends.” You spit, not bothering to look back at him as you storm out of his apartment.

It’s when you make it outside that you’re caught by dozens of cameramen leaving the building. One of them shouts something that sounds something similar to ‘Does the new boyfriend know of yours and Jungkook’s video?’ You ignore him, pushing your way through the crows of flashing lights with nothing but adrenaline and anger in your stride. Fuck. How on earth are you going to explain this to Jungkook? Stone cold regret stiffens your joints as you try to escape the paparazzi. 

A small white car pulls up beside you, blocking you from crossing the street which only pisses you off even more. Your eyes focus on the driver, your stomach flipping anxiously as you realise who it is.

“Get in.” She says quickly, opening the passenger door.

With a large amount of hesitation, you oblige, slipping into the vehicle before she speeds off down the busy streets of London. Strange isn’t the word, bizarre isn’t the word, coincidence isn’t the word. You’re confused, clicking in your seatbelt before finally glancing in her direction. She’s as gorgeous as ever, her thick hair is shorter than it used to be but other than that your sister still looks the same.

“What are you doing here?”

“You’re welcome.” Ruth mumbles, lighting a cigarette. “Lucky I saw you when I did, otherwise you’d still be back there getting harassed by cameramen.”

“Right… Thanks.” You exhale, you’ve been in her company less than a minute and of course she’s already found a way to make herself out to be some kind of hero, “Why are you even in London?”

“Didn’t you hear?” Her thin brows are furrowed as she drives round a corner, not even looking your way once, “I got a new job, I moved back in with mum and dad yesterday.”

“Oh.” You’ve been so consumed with your own life that you haven’t bothered to check the family Whatsapp group chat recently, not that she ever usually puts anything in there. In an attempt to fill the awkward silence you ask, “So how have you been?” 

“Better than you’re doing, clearly.” She scoffs. She knows. Of course she knows. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, blowing smoke out of the open window, “So when do I get to meet him?”

“Who?” You know full-well who’s she’s talking about, but you ask anyway to give yourself another few seconds to think of a response that isn’t piss off Ruth.

“You’re a little too old to play dumb don’t you think?” 

“Oh I’m fine by the way,” You nod slowly and sarcastically, making a ‘tsk’ sound with your teeth, “Thanks for asking.” 

Fine doesn’t even begin to cut it. There’s the video and it’s repercussions to deal with, including getting to the bottom of who leaked it in the first place. Then there’s Namjoon nagging in your ear about how much of a bad person Jungkook is because that’s what he’s heard from the ever so reliable source Jennie. Then there’s the fact Jungkook’s gonna find out that you had coffee with Namjoon, you know he’s not going to be happy about it to say the least. And now, Ruth’s back in London - still as bitchy and tactless as ever. It feels as though your head is going to implode, you’re so done with everyone’s shit recently. Including your own.

“Why don’t you invite him to dinner tomorrow? Dad’s doing a barbeque.” Of course she ignores your pettiness, she’s an expert at that, “Plus now I’m there he might overlook the whole sex tape thing, he’s been so happy to see me.” 

“Oh I bet.” You say between clenched teeth, she’s fucking unbelievable. “But no can do, I already have plans this weekend.” 

“Tonight then.” 

“I’m busy.” 

“Too busy for your big sister?” She pouts, faking offence as she pulls into your parents’ street, “Come on I need to meet him as soon as possible, mum seems to think highly of him, even after everything that’s happened. She prefers him to Namjoon which is saying something considering he’s a doctor.” 

“Why are you pushing this so hard?” You may be smiling but you’re not amused, you’re in disbelief that this is even happening to you right now. For a split second you consider latching onto the steering wheel and crashing her car, just so she’ll shut up. 

“I wanna meet my new boss.” She shrugs nonchalantly, as though she hasn’t just dropped the bombshell of the century, “I start at Jeon Industries on Monday.” 

x

#oto #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook ff #jungkook series #jungkook drabble #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook drabbles #jungkook oneshot #jungkook reaction #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenarioes #ceo!jungkook #sugardaddy!jungkook #jungkook bts #bts x reader #namjoon angst #namjoon x reader #doctor!namjoon #bts #jeongguk #jungkook gif #jungkook boyfriend #boyfriend jungkook

[lampadarietto]

hello!!!

can you please do william afton (from the movie tho) and the reader who is like 17 years old and works at the pizzeria? The reader has been working with him for some time and they agreed to the killing mike if he got too close thing that vanessa also had to agree to (the reader was in need of extra money and since William offered them money for it, they accepted)

There's one problem though: when mike is about to be killed from the torture freddy thing, the reader actually let's him go for some reason (can be up to you why they did that) and when William got springlocked, the reader didn't really care. (William saw the reader as his favorite employee and kind of like the second child he never really had.)

FEEL FREE TO NOT WRITE THIS REQUEST!!!!!!

MY

MY FIRST FNAF REQUEST!!!

SAW THE MOVIE YESTERDAY. tbh i don't get why people are so angry and dissappointed, I've been a fan since like 2014 and i loved the movie. i don't get why i saw some people saying "i didn't pay to watch them build a fort" it's like a 5 minute scene..Also mike was really relatable wtf

FNAF MOVIE SPOILERS AHEAD AND ALSO MENTIONS OF MANIPULATION

★huh???? how did you even make william spare you?? congrats on that i guess!

★When you first started to work at Freddy Fazbear's as a security guard, "Raglan" was like a casual manager, he was funny sometimes.

★Maybe he saw something in you.

★Or maybe he just needed someone to help him with his dirty work besides Vanessa

★Either way, a year after you've worked at Freddy's, you discovered William's real identity and the things he did in the past.

★He offered you money to help him.

★Honestly? you could've gone to the police. But, serial killers 𝘢𝘳𝘦 scary and dangerous, so you just accepted. Plus you needed money.

★You trained the nightguards that were hired after you, not like they lasted more than two months anyway.

★William somehow became attached to you.

★Maybe it was how you worked, or maybe because you reminded him of Vanessa in some ways, who knows.

★He also gave you some things he got from the kids he killed. Like they were throphies. It was terrifying to look at that Freddy birthday hat before you threw it away.

★William is described as a manipulative, sadistic person so im not surprised if you got manipulated by this man one of multiple times.

★When Mike Schmidt got hired, William obviously talked to you about it.

★He gave you the usual 'dont let him discover thing / don't let him get close' thing, and he also revealed something to you.

★He killed this guy's little brother. Years ago, when he was still active as a child murderer.

★Okay so, that creeped you out. Alot.

★When Mike brought Abby at Freddy's, you kind of... changed your mind on the plan.

★This guy has a little sister, she'd probably be so sad without his big brother.

★So when he was about to get his face brutally by the torture Freddy mask, you let him go before activating the mask.

★You finally realized what a crazy man William afton is, so there's no reason to keep your loyalties to him anymore.

★When you helped Abby and Mike to make the animatronics remember the truth, he was super pissed at you.

★You were so obedient, why are you turning against him? He thought you were a good person!

★Seeing him get dragged to the kitchen made you feel... some relief. The 'i always come back' thing creeped you out, but atleast he's dead. maybe.

★On the other hand, William still had some hopes that maybe you would come rescue him from his painful demise.

★You're his favorite, so now you should be saving him!.... right?

★Unfortunately, you never came to rescue him.

★Now, he's bound to the yellow bonnie suit for the next thirthy years, waiting to come back.

#fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #x reader #william afton

[klm-zoflorr]

Marley incorrect quotes: Partie Onze

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Armin: If Hange was turned into a sentient Titan, do you think she would eat one of us just to try it out?

Mikasa: Without question, without hesitation, and without remorse.

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Reiner: Gabi, I heard from Magath you got kicked out of a class for using the c-word. That wasn't clever, was it?

Gabi: No, it was cunt.

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Connie: Jump out of a plane with a parachute and you'll be happy for ten to fifteen minutes

Connie: Jump out of a plane without a parachute and you'll be happy for the rest of your life

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Petra: When are we gonna kiss?

Levi: What?

Petra: Oh sorry autocorrect. When are we gonna hang out?

Levi: First of all those two words aren't even close to each other. And second of all, this is a verbal conversation.

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Reiner: Instructor Shadis, can you assist me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason and I don't know where they went

Historia, wearing a white button-up shirt that's twice her size: Huh, spooky.

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Reiner: I’m in love with you.

Porco: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Reiner: I know.

Porco: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

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Marcel: Love story for the ages! Enemies to lovers, 150k, slowburn! Buy one get one free!

Porco: Why are you promoting us?

Marcel: Well someone has to have more than two braincells in this relationship, and it's not gonna be me, so I'm finding you an investor.

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Mr. Yaeger: Remember Zeke, never talk to strangers

Young Zeke: Does this include Mom and Dad?

Mr. Yaeger: I-

Zeke: Does this include Mr. Xaver, the man who practically raised me one baseball game at a time?

Mr. Yaeger: Well-

Zeke: What about if the police arrests me? Should I not talk to them either??

Mr. Yaeger, wiping away a stray tear: You're way too bright for your age, way too aware. Oh, my brave little soldier...

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Porco: Pieck's dog died

Porco: So to cheer her up I'm thinking about getting her an identical one?

Zeke: What is she going to do with two dead dogs??

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Zeke: Well I was just thinking, if we're all sterile the other countries won't want to attack us since we wouldn't be a threat anymore-

Hange/Historia/Eren/Any Eldian with a goddam ounce of sense and no self-flagelling tendencies: Is it crack? Is it crack you smoke?? Are you fucking serious?

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Mikasa: Annie! I don't want to fight you.

Annie: I wouldn't wanna fight me either!

Armin: Annie!

Annie: Sorry. Yes you can use my shampoo.

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Yelena: I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy

Yelena: I would wish it on Eren tho. Fuck you, Eren. You know what you did.

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Reiner: Sorry if I'm not your cup of tea.

Historia:You're not even your own cup of tea.

Ymir: You're barely a cup and you don't like tea.

Historia:You're more like a rusty bucket of haunted bog water.

Reiner: Sorry if I'm not your rusty bucket of haunted bog water.

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Zeke: *at Magath's funeral, kneeling and whispering at his coffin*

Zeke: Who's thinking outside the box now, uh?

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Hange: Wait, how many kids do you even have?

Erwin: Biologically, emotionally or legally?

Hange: Well now I'm curious...

Erwin: Biologically: Too many to count. Papa's had his adventurous youth...

Erwin: Legally: About the entirety of the Survey Corps, plus a few strays from the Military Police. I have to feed, house them, and make sure they don't get their heads bitten off by titans after all... Plus, half of them are orphans already and I am their sole provider.

Erwin: Emotionally: I don't like any of you bitches.

Annie: Wahh, wahh. So sad.

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Sasha: You’re my closest friend. I mean, we share a toothbrush.

Connie: I was not aware of that.

Sasha: We do!

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Annie: Hey, you guys wanna play a game?

Annie: *serves everyone a cup of coffee*

Annie: The game's called "Don't Let Me Down". Don't drop anything *runs towards Mikasa*

Mikasa: *catches Annie, managing to balance out both the chick and the coffee perfectly*

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Eren, running towards Jean: Hey, catch me, horseface!

Jean: *Panics, drops coffee and doesn't catch Eren*

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Connie: *drops coffee and grabs Sasha*

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Ymir: *dives out of Reiner's way*

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Armin: *Tries to save both Historia and the coffee, ends up spilling it all over himself, transforms into a titan, blows everything up in a one-mile radius*

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Gabi: Hey Pieck, do you know where I've put my socks, you know, the green ones with little grenades?

Gabi: Wait.

Gabi: Are you making Sims of the entire Warriors unit??

Pieck: Yes, I'm also going to recreate the compound to house them all. Do you want to join me?

Gabi: Scooch over I have an idea for one of Magath's outfits

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Colt: Guys we need to- what are you doing?

Gabi:

Pieck:

Colt: Is that us as sims?

Pieck: ... Might be

Colt, sitting down next to them: Who's in the lead for most fires started while trying to make a garden salad?

Gabi: Annie's Sim, with 12 times so far

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Porco: Just so you all know what you're dealing with, I'm the kind of guy who saves manually before hitting "save & quit" when I play the Sims

Gabi: ...you could have "saved" this one for your therapist, we don't want to hear about your mental illnesses

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Zeke: This is such a stupid game.

Pieck: I had us go on a date chasing vampires and defeating a giant basement plant and then kissing under the moonlight. You're wearing an integral bear costume and using your extreme charisma to scam people out of money. Try again?

Zeke: It's... alright, I guess.

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Hange: Why isn’t there a pregnant barbie doll?

Hange: Because Ken came in a different box

Erwin: grOss-

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Annie: I feel like doing something stupid.

Armin: I’m something stupid. Do me.

Mikasa: Aw, Armin, you're not THAT stupid...

Armin:

Armin: ... What do you mean, not "that" stupid??

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Kenny: Why the fuck did the government put out a ‘Flee on Sight, Do Not Engage’ order about me for the whole populace??

Kuchel: I don't know, why would they be afraid of a man nicknamed "Kenny the Ripper"?

Uri Reiss: You terrify them. An Ackerman with guns and no regard for casualties is too much for them to handle.

Kenny: What a bunch of bitches. Don’t they know I only go after the Military Police?

Uri Reiss: Yeah. But according to sightings, you always look like you want to shoot whoever you come across off. No one wants to chance it. See? *shows picture taken when Kenny last went to get groceries*

Levi, peering at the picture, confused: That’s just Kenny’s normal face. Why would they think he wants to shoot them?

Kuchel: Because Kenny always looks like he wants to shoot someone.

Kenny: I have resting sniper face.

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Sasha: You have never seen Star Wars? Bro, the only people in the universe who haven’t seen Star Wars are the characters in Star Wars and that’s cause they lived them, Historia! That’s because they lived the Star Wars!

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Connie: I'm selling my pet python. Anyone interested?

Jean: Is it massive?

Connie: It's huge

Jean: How many feet?

Connie: None. It's a snake, you twat.

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Pieck, putting her hands over Annie's eyes: Guess who!

Annie: It's either Pieck or the cold, clammy hands of death.

Pieck, pulling her hands away: It's me!

Annie: Dammit.

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Mikasa: You can’t shoot and kill Sasha just like that!

Gabi: Actually, I can. I totally can. I have guns and hands and a total lack of self preservation and everything.

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Eren: I'm not mean. Name one mean thing I’ve ever done.

Armin: When we were younger, you convinced me eggs weren't real.

Eren: They're not.

Armin: Haha, very funny.

Eren: I'm serious. Didn't you hear?

Armin: No... what happened?

Mikasa: ...Why would you fall for this again-

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Eren, working as a cashier: *Ringing up Jean's groceries, a banana, an apple and two eggs* You must be single

Jean: Wow, how did you know that?

Eren: Because you're ugly.

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Reiner: Time to do some sketchy shit ~dah-daaaaah-dah-dahhhh-doooooh~

Berthold: Hope we get away with it ~dah-daaaah-dah-dahhhhh-dooooh~

Annie: Stop singing and come help me with this gate you morons, old McDonalds' farm isn't gonna sabotage itself

Marcel: ...~dah-daaah-dah-dahhhhh-dooooh~

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Jean: All women are queens

Eren: If she breathes she's a hoe

Mikasa: *pointing at Eren* I want this one

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Jean: Is that you who tagged "tw animal abuse" under the selfie I just posted?

Eren:

Eren: ...no

Jean: Why'd you do that?

Eren: Builds character

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Grisha: Hey son, want to hear a pizza joke?

Grisha: Nevermind, it's too cheesy

Zeke: I am selling you to the authorities first chance I get Father.

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Grisha: Don't be pepper-phony, don't betray your old man like that! It's the yeast you can do.

Zeke: I don't know whether to scream at you or never talk to you again

Grisha: You know what happened to the last guy who was indeSLICEsive like that? He pastaway.

Zeke:

Grisha: There’s mushroom for improvement, son

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Falco: When I eat alphabet soup, I only eat the vowels

Colt: Why?

Falco: Sometimes.

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Sasha: Why are you on the floor?

Historia: I'm depressed.

Historia: Also I was stabbed, can you call an ambulance please

Ymir, barrelling in: You were WHAT?? Whose ASS do I need to KICK??

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Grisha: I forgot my pizza in the oven

Grisha : Burned 2000 calories today

Zeke: AAAAARGGGGGG

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Grisha, at a restaurant in Paradis: Is my pizza gonna be long?

Carla: No, all our pizzas are round.

Grisha:

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Eren: I love the pizza jokes, Dad! More!

Grisha, patting his head: That's why you're my favorite son. You're such a fungi.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Eren: Favorite? Dad, I'm your only son.

Grisha: ...yes, I meant between you and the dog- Mikasa. Between you and Mikasa.

Eren: Oh, okay.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Mikasa: You’re alright for an old guy.

Levi: I’m not really that old.

Mikasa: ...You keep telling yourself that.

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Gabi on her first day as a vampire hunter: Wow this is easy

Gabi on her first night as a vampire hunter: Oh no

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Sasha: *jumps out of a huge cake* Surprise, my Queen! It is I, your most loyal vassal!

Historia: I was expecting my husband.

Sasha: Twenty years we've known each other, Historia, and now you don't want to see me pop out of a cake. I'm offended.

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Levi: Oh, right, I should have mentioned this at the beginning.

Levi, leaning in like he's about to tell a secret: I solve my problems through violence.

Erwin: *gesturing wordlessly at the pile of bodies he left behind*

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Eren: Dad, can I eat the last piece of cake in the fridge?

Grisha: Sure.

Grisha: But the dining room would probably be more comfortable

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Eren: I like your smile.

Mikasa: Hn.

*Later*

Mikasa: What does it mean?

Armin: That he likes your smile?

Mikasa: But like in what way? Platonically? Affectionately? Romantically?

Armin: I don't know!

*Much later*

Eren: You know Mikasa best-

Armin: No I don't. I've never met her.

Eren: What does it mean when she says "Hn." After I tell her I like her smile? Is she starting to forgive me?

Armin: *sighs*

Armin: It means she appreciates the compliment.

Eren: But in what way? Platonically? Affectionately? Romantically?

Armin: I DON'T KNOW. Go bother your brother, relationship advice is what older siblings are for!!

Eren: The last time I asked Zeke he called me a moley dumbfuck and asked for Levi to come execute him

Armin: I'm sure he didn't mean it. Ask him again, he probably changed his mind.

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Ymir: People like to say, “you can't love someone unless you love yourself first". Well I call bullshit on that. I have never loved myself. But Historia? I love Historia so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.

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Carla: I brought Eren to the park this afternoon.

Grisha: So?

Carla: While he was on the playground, I saw he was about to hit his head so I told him to duck.

Carla: He quacked at me. And then hit his head.

Grisha, holding a crying Eren: Oh.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

*Jean wakes up in the hospital after being in a vertical maneuvering equipment crash*

Hange: I have some good news and some bad news.

Jean: Okay, what's the good news?

Hange: We managed to save your penis

Jean: That's great. And the bad news?

Hange: It's in this jar

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Sasha, trying on Hange's glasses: How do I look??

Hange, squinting: I have no clue

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Sasha: Please don't make jokes about crucifixion.

Sasha: Unless you really nail the execution.

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Floch: Your insolence has gone too far!

Connie: Wrong. It can go a lot further.

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Historia: I just realized that the word “seven” has ‘even’ in it.

Historia: That’s odd.

Erwin: Get out.

Historia: I'm the Queen! Hey! *She gets thrown out the room*

Historia, grumbling: I'm gonna make this our motto just to piss him off

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*Preparing for his date with Levi*

Mika Zacharias: Final question. Your dinner date starts at seven. What time do you arrive?

Erwin: Seven. A.M. Case the restaurant, run background checks on the staff. Can the cook be trusted? If not I gotta kill him. Dispose of the body, replace him with my own guy no later than 4:30

Mike: You’re ready

Erwin: Really?

Mike: No. Everything you just said was insane and we are out of time.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Hange: I think it has its charm... Levi would love the attention to details.

Nanaba: Nobody asked you, you're cackling-witch-level insane on a good day.

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Mikasa: Are you guys flirting or fighting?!

Hange: Flirting

Zeke: Fighting

Hange: ...Right. That's what I meant to say.

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Marcel: I’ve come to offer you some friendly advice.

Annie: I really don’t want your advice.

Marcel: ...Well then consider it unfriendly advice.

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Commander Magath: I'm Commander Theo Magath.

Gabi: Theo Magath? That's your name?

Commander Magath: Uh, yeah...

Gabi: You could do so much better than that. I’m going to call you Sparkle Sunshine.

Reiner: Gabi, that's rude

Gabi: ...Sorry. Commander Sparkle Sunshine.

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Zeke: After Pieck found my letters I had to come clean and tell her I was cheating

Zeke: She said she'll never play scrabble with me again :'(

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Yes, Grisha really is a lucky guy. Lost his old marleyan pun-hating family, found a new one who appeciates him and his pizza puns. Goals!

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#grisha yeager #annie leonhart #hange zoe #reiner braun #mikasa ackerman #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #klm-zoflorr #aot incorrect quotes

[kervl-klear]

26 beagcha

26. If they are forced to take a day off, what would they do and how would they react?

Baegcha pace relentlessly around his room while hugging one of his plush toy, Ms. Apple Bear. His face may not show much but he’s stress that Huchu had decided to lock him in today to prevent him from going out on stop-list hunting. Huchu had also removed every electronic device from his room, crippling him from his specialty.

Baegcha: “Look Docs, I just found the identity of one of the biggest CP distributor! I’m not going to sit this out!”

There is no answer, however there is a piece of paper being slipped into his room from beneath the door. Beagcha quickly pick it up to inspect. It’s a crayon drawing of presumably Beagcha walking through the door on the left side of the paper and weeping Yuseong being scold by Huchu on the right.

Beagcha sigh at the pathetic but somewhat endearing drawing.

Baegcha: “Yu, your art magnificently conveys the presence of angry docs and I feel your terror but the longer we wait, the more damage will be done!”

A page of newspaper slipped through the door, apparently the CP distributor Beagcha is planning to hunt was captured by the police and the rest of C2ISTAR definitely is the one who gets that asshole arrested.

Baegcha doubted that being arrested will change anything since this guy already got out of jail twice and is still doing the same thing. However, by being in jail. This person is now under police protection and Baegcha would rather wait until he’s out of jail again to kill him.

Clearly the rest of C2ISTAR had already predicted this.

Baegcha: “Yeah, okay. But this man is not the only one I need to stop, there are over thousands of people being assaulted every hour! Are you just going to let that happen?!”

Baegcha wait, hoping that Yuseong would understand his point. But there is no response, no crayon drawing and no newspaper. Just like everyone else, Yuseong is just going to let it happen. Beagcha went back to bed and hog every plushies on his bed in his blanket, thinking about all the victims that he could be helping right now.

Everyone seem to think the same way as Orenji, just like that day when he cracked Orenji’s head open.

Baegcha: “Hahaha….So you want me to let it happen to everyone the same way you did?”

Orenji: “No, I won’t and I’ll start by not letting it happen to you”

Baegcha tightened his blanket as he remembered that day. He was so sure Orenji would never survive that injury, he shouldn’t have worried about saving ammos. He should have stop Orenji heart right then and there just in case.

But Huchu would say other wise won’t he? What did he said again before he left the room this morning?

Huchu: “It hurt everyone whenever you endanger yourself, we care for you. I care for you, it keep me and Orenji up at night thinking what might be happening to you at that moment”

Huchu voiced grow more shaky as he continued to speak.

Huchu: “I’m scared that I might lose you one day and it’s eating me up because…I love you”

After a moment in silent Baegcha give Yuseong a big sigh.

Baegcha: “I’m not going to stop what I do, I think that hurting you guys in exchange of saving people from being traumatized for life is worth it but…”

He tensed up, he reached out to squeeze Ms. Apple bear’s paw to clam down.

Baegcha: “…every once in a while, maybe I’ll give you guys a break”

Baegcha swear he can hear Yuseong bouncing up and down in happiness and for a moment, he wish he could smile.

Baegcha: “I wonder what I can do to pass the time…”

An alphabet book slips in, followed by a messy crayon drawing of Yuseong giving thumbs up.

Baegcha: “….Thanks Yu, very cool but no thanks”

Yuseong had been sitting in front of the door the entire time isn’t he? Baegcha thought to himself, he wonder if his fear of angry Huchu is really that strong or if he is just….also concerned about Beagcha in his own way.

Beagcha decided to spend the rest of his day playing with his animals plushies, he set up a tea table and sew new clothes for them.

Beagcha: “By the way Yu, you have a plan on how you are going to give me food….right?”

It took about ten seconds before Baegcha can hear Yuseong’s little “Oh no” beyond the door followed by a running sound. Baegcha chuckle knowing that he succeeded in messing with Yuseong as Huchu actually already prepared a sandwich and placed it inside his room.

………………………………………….

Thank you for the ask. ✨

#my oc #my art #c2istar #orenji #baegcha #huchu #yuseong #tw: blood #tw: sa #cw: sa #cw: blood

[a-dragons-journal]

A handful of things I just want to say and forgive me if it sounds like I’m vagueposting anyone in specific I’ve just seen these things said in a number of places by a number of different people today and I honestly cannot find a good singular post to respond to with all of them in one place:

1) If your response to people not liking “kinning for fun” is “stop policing how other people understand their identity,” you have fundamentally misunderstood the problem. The entire problem is that it’s NOT their identity, and they’re explicitly stating that. Policing how other people understand their identity would be telling them that if they have more than [x] number of kintypes they’re not serious about it, or if they “don’t take it seriously enough” they’re not ~really~ ‘kin, not “hey if you’re explicitly saying you don’t actually identify as the thing in any way, why are you using the word that means you identify as the thing in some way”. (And don’t get me wrong - the former definitely exists, but it’s not what the KFF argument is about. That’s a separate argument entirely (and it is shitty and gatekeepy to arbitrarily decide that someone who is telling you they actually do identify as something actually doesn’t do it seriously enough for you) and I am a little tired of people conflating the two, honestly.)

2) “people find out they’re otherkin through roleplay a lot, so “kinning for fun” in that sense is okay and valid” - the former statement is true, but it doesn’t actually support the latter imo. Roleplay is great, and people absolutely explore identity using it a lot - but that doesn’t mean it’s the same thing as identity. Someone playing a character of a different gender in D&D might be a step in them figuring out they’re trans, and it may even be a sign that they’re trans, but it doesn’t inherently make them trans and it would be kind of insulting (and just. objectively incorrect) to call it “transing”, y’feel?

3) One of the biggest differences between, like, queer exclusionism and syscourse versus this whole thing (since I keep seeing this comparison occasionally), even ignoring the whole “nowhere is anyone telling KFF they’re wrong about their own experiences, just that the actual word they’re using is Not It” aspect, is that exclusionism is driving people out of spaces and communities they’ve historically been a part of. As far as I am aware, and please correct me if I am wrong here, otherkinity has always and exclusively been about being your kintype - people who just relate to a thing have, as far as I have ever seen in all my reading, never been a part of it. It’s not people suddenly being shoved out of a community they’ve historically been a part of, it’s outsiders trying to shoehorn themselves into words that were never meant to describe their experiences and getting mad when they’re told “hey, that’s not what that actually means.” (At risk of a controversial comparison here, it’s not m-spec lesbians suddenly being pushed out of the word “lesbian” because they don’t fit an increasingly narrowing label even though they were historically a part of it, it’s white people trying to insist that they’re “smudging” and that the spirits they’re interacting with are their “totem animals” even when they’re being repeatedly told by Native people that no, you have misunderstood what those words mean, stop misusing them that way, please use these other words that actually mean what you are describing instead. Obviously with a little less weight courtesy of the history tied in with cultural appropriation, but like - you get my point.)

There has to be a point at which a community is allowed to go “hey, you’re not allowed to try and force the word we created to describe a specific phenomenon to include a hundred other things that have very little in common with that specific phenomenon, or it becomes impossible for us to actually talk about our own experiences clearly because suddenly words mean borderline nothing.” I am all about inclusion, but words have to mean something or why do we have them at all? There are at this point literally dozens of other words for the things “kinning for fun” is supposed to mean - there are not other words for actually being nonhuman, which is the entire reason we created these words to begin with. If you want an umbrella term to cover all these things, that’s what “alterhuman” is for - we seriously do not need to be trying to force “otherkin” to be the umbrella term “alterhuman” was always supposed to be.

#kin for fun #rani talks

[rogueonestan]

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pairing: matt murdock x vigilante!reader

word count: 3k

summary: while out one evening, you find yourself in some trouble, and the stay at a friend’s place brings a feeling of comfort. the company of him gives a feeling you haven’t felt in ages- the feeling of home.  

warnings: slight mentions of violence, blood, mild language

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“So, how did this happen again?”

A groan leaves your lips when slight pressure is applied to the high point of your cheekbone, thanks to the open wound you gave yourself when you got in a fight earlier in the evening. The harsh sensation from the rubbing alcohol stings your skin for a few seconds until you hear a murmured apology coming from the man sitting directly in front of you.

“Some asshole punched me when I wasn’t paying attention. It was my fault.” You explain.

“That’s all?” Matt asks you.

“And I may have ‘accidentally’ broken something of his in return.”

Your name leaves the man’s lips in response, his voice trailing off in the process.

“He deserved it.” You say, explaining how the man wouldn’t leave this poor woman alone, harassing her. You wouldn’t have been able to sleep knowing what that woman’s fate would have been if you hadn’t interfered.

The man then asks the one question you wished he didn’t. “And were you?” Matt asks, referring to the lower half of his face.

“I wasn’t wearing my disguise, no.”

Once again, your name leaves his lips for the second time within a minute. “You have to be more careful.” 

“Was I supposed to just ignore what was happening?”

“They saw your face. Someone could have seen you- they could identify you, or worse. They can go to the police. You can get arrested for this.” Matthew’s voice grows louder and louder with each passing sentence, his anger and frustration being evident with your careless decision.

“I know.” Unlike the voice that was bouncing off of the apartment walls just seconds ago, your voice can barely be heard inside the apartment, no louder than a whisper as you glance at your clasped hands in your lap. “I- It was a stupid mistake and I wasn’t thinking. I know, I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?” 

The anger in his voice fades away when concern takes over. A very faint ‘yeah’ falls from your lips, telling him that you’re okay, that luckily no one else saw you without your disguise besides the man and the woman who was being harassed. The feeling of his fingertips grazing your temple feels almost as soft as the tone of his voice was when he spoke moments ago. The rough pads of his fingertips barely tap the wound he just finished patching and the feeling of his skin touching your raw wound sends a jolt of pain throughout your body for a split second, much like the burning sensation you felt not too long ago when he was sterilizing said wound.

He never meant for his words to come out as aggressively as they did, Matt just doesn’t want you to be in any unnecessary danger, especially when it comes to the possibility of your vigilante life colliding with your civilian life.

“I just worry about you, is all.” He admits.

“I know.” You tell him. 

Silence falls between the two of you as the feeling of his fingertips caress the affected area for a second time. This time, however, his touch doesn’t fade away after a few seconds. The open cut is superficial at best, only a thorough cleaning was needed to disinfect the scrape, but the way Matt’s fingers expertly danced across your cheekbone with minimum pain running through your system told you this wasn’t the first time he’s patched someone up like this.

Patching each other’s wounds after a long night became a routine in your relationship- Matthew will come stumbling in your apartment one night, you patch him up, then the next time you see each other is when you arrive at Matt’s place to be patched up. It’s something the two of you got used to, knowing that you trust the other enough to know about your vigilante identities. 

The thought of that warms your heart. Neither of you have shown this secret side of your lives to anyone else before, so knowing that you can rely on one another during intimate moments like these, like patching each other up, brings a gentle smile to your face. 

It seems like every other night is spent with each other’s company, mostly spent taking care of the aftermath of spending an evening in fights, but the nights spent together always feels intimate. The extent of your relationship with Matt has never been explicitly stated. You both grew close over the past few months and most of the time has been spent in close proximity. You both have shown each other a side of yourselves you haven’t shown to anyone else. 

To anyone on the outside looking in, the bond they would see can be described as romantic- with the soft touches, the gentle and encouraging words spoken to the other, the lingering gazes given. All of that would suggest a deep and meaningful relationship, and in a way that’s true, but an outside eye would never be able to understand the unique bond you and Matthew share.

The idea of becoming more than whatever you and Matt are has come across your mind when you’re apart, more times than you care to admit, but you always brush off the silly idea. ‘Just friends’ you tell yourself.

When the feeling of Matthew’s fingertips gently grazes another sensitive wound on your face, one that rests right above your eyebrow, another groan of discomfort leaves your lips. A gentle ‘sorry’  leaves Matthew’s lips in response.

“Hold on, this may sting a bit.” He tells you.

The awful scent of rubbing alcohol stings your nose. The feeling of the sterilized liquid touching your open cut sends a flash of pain throughout your body yet again. Even when pain floods through your system, the treatment you receive from Matthew is as gentle as he can be. The gentle graze his index finger gives the skin around the affected area somehow balances it all out. The pain is only temporary but Matthew’s soft touch never fades. Even when the cut is disinfected and is taken care of, the feeling of his fingertips never disappears, almost like he’s in some sort of trance. The feeling of his fingers goes from your forehead to the high points of your cheekbones to the edge of your chin. His fingers never leave your face when you reassure him you’re fine.

“I’m fine.” You tell him, knowing that thoughts of worry immediately flood his mind. If you didn’t know him as well as you do, the look of concern spread across his features tells you exactly that. “It’s a scratch, that’s all.”

Even when it’s a mere scratch, you know Matthew fears the worst. You could accidentally stub a toe against a wall or burn yourself on the stove, and Matthew would take it upon himself to personally make sure you weren’t hurt, including right now.

“Where did you learn how to do this?” You ask.

“My dad.”

“Your dad taught you how to…”

“No. No, he- I used to patch my dad up after a boxing match. Before he, uh-“ He cuts himself off, not saying more on the matter.

“‘Used to’? What happened to him?”

The question visibly upsets Matt. His entire body tenses up, from his shoulders to his fingers (now balled up into fists.) He even picks at the skin of his thumb, clearly upset by the topic. Not a single muscle moves in his entire body for the next minute or two.

Then, he finally speaks.

“I can still remember the sense of dread I felt as soon as I heard it, how it seemed like my worst nightmare finally came true. At first, I thought it was just some bad dream, that my dad would walk through the door at any second and it would all be over, but then I could hear the screaming.” 

He then explains that he’s never really told anyone about the last time he heard his father’s voice, the night he lost his father. You tell him that it’s okay, that he doesn’t have to tell you anymore and you wouldn’t push the subject any further, but being the stubborn man he is, he doesn’t relent and continues.

“Relationships are built on trust and I trust you, more than I have with anyone else in a long time.” He admits to you.

The soft admiration warms your heart. Words like these are often exchanged between the two of you. When the other is hurt, concern always comes from the other, concern for the other’s well being is always vocalized, but admiration for the other on such a deep level is rarely spoken.

Sure, you’ve told Matt that you appreciate him and his company, you’ve admitted maybe once or twice that you too trust him more than anyone else in the entire world. It’s nice to know that Matt feels the same about you as you do about him.

More about that unfaithful night is revealed when Matthew continues- how he tried staying up late to hear his father come home, to see if his father needed any patching up after his boxing match. All he wanted was to spend some extra time with his father before he went to bed for the night, but that moment never came. 

Moments like those with his father are the moments he loved the most. Matt and his dad didn’t have a normal relationship. The two of them didn't go out to get some ice cream after school or anything like that, the only time they were able to see each other was late at night after his dad finished a boxing match or at the gym where his father trained. Everything with his dad was anything but ordinary, not that Matt would change a single thing about it.

Matt fell asleep the night his father had the biggest match of his boxing career. His dad won that match, made his son proud when he heard the results on the radio that night, but it came with a price. A price Matthew would have to pay every single day for the rest of his life- a life without his father. 

The sound of a gunshot nearby is what woke Matt up in the middle of the night.

Then rushing down to the nearby alleyway where he was met with police.

Then finding the unresponsive body of his father.

Then, everything around him stood still.

“I don’t even remember how long I was sitting there.” He explains, taking a short moment to collect himself as he retells one of the most traumatic memories of his life. “By the time I managed to get up and found out what was going on, I was too late. The police were already there.”

Opening up and being so vulnerable on such a vulnerable topic is not an easy thing to do. It doesn’t just slip off the tongue with ease. You have to relive it over and over again, thinking about the most tiny detail about the event late at night when you can’t sleep. The memory of them just… lingers.

The way Matthew told the story about his father resembled all of that. The way the words flew out of his mouth told you the death of his father has been heavy on his mind for a long time, or maybe it just never went away. One sentence kept spilling out after the other. The only time his words did falter was when a stutter of words became intertwined with the story he was telling. The story wasn’t well rehearsed, probably told to one or two other people who Matt trusts his entire life with. The idea of Matt trusting you with such an intimate memory of his warms your heart.

Hearing all of this, an apology immediately spills from your lips. “I’m so sorry, Matthew.” You tell him. 

“My father always wanted what was best for me.” He admits. “He always wanted me to use my head instead of bloodying my fists. He didn’t want me to end up like him.”

“He still would be proud of you.”

Matthew shakes his head in response. “No, he would be disappointed I turned out exactly like him. It was the exact opposite of what he wanted for me.”

“I don’t think that’s true. I don’t think he would be ashamed of who you turned out to be.”

“He did everything he could to make sure I didn’t fight like him.” He points out, describing how his father always made sure all of his schoolwork was finished even if it was well past midnight. “He would do anything to make sure I didn’t make the same mistakes as him, and I failed him.”

“You didn’t fail him.”

“I’ve done everything he warned me against.”

“But not without reason. You didn’t start this lifestyle because it was thrown at you one day, but because you chose it.” You reason. You pause momentarily to choose your next words carefully before continuing. “I may not have known him, but I think your dad would have been proud of the man you’ve grown up to be- maybe not by following similar footsteps as him and coming home with bloody fists, but by making the city a safer place. I know for a fact that I feel safer at night knowing what you do for this city.”

“Thank you.” He simply tells you.

Silence then hangs in the air. It’s not often that Matt is at a loss for words, usually because nothing else needs to be said when his touch can do the speaking for him. However, this time, Matt’s at a loss for words because of the words you spoke of his father.

It’s been such a long time since he’s heard such kind words about his father. The last time he probably heard them was when his best friend said something similar on the eve of their college graduation a few years back, and it means a lot to Matt knowing that you feel the same way about his father as his best friend did when Matt told him the same story he told you. 

It’s been such a long time since Matt has trusted someone as much as he trusts you. There’s a few things he can’t tell others, and knowing that he’s able to confide in you about such things fills the gap in his heart. Before meeting you, it always seemed like a piece of himself was missing. He was never able to describe the hollow feeling he’s felt within, but at this very moment, that gap feels complete. As cliché as it may sound, like coming straight out of a novel, the way Matt feels about your relationship is as if you were the final puzzle piece that’s been missing in his life.

Matt doesn’t vocalize these thoughts out loud, mainly because if he were to, he wouldn’t know where to start. He knows that he trusts you more than anyone else in his life and he wants the relationship you have, as weird and complicated it is, only to grow. He wants to tell you that he stays up for the rest of the night after you see each other, thinking about the short amount of time you spent together. He wants all of his thoughts to be clear and concise before he tells you any of this, so instead of mucking up the moment, he settles for your fingers to be intertwined with his. The feeling of your soft skin rubbing against the rough callus of his hand is even more tender than it was earlier on in the night.

Rather than the pads of his fingers gently grazing nearly every inch of your face and your exposed skin, the pad of his thumb that managed to escape your grip speaks the words he wasn’t able to form. His wordless action spoke of the appreciation he has for you, how even when he doubted whether his father would support him in his current endeavors, you reassured Matt that he would. You only knew bits and pieces about his dad, from the few times Matt spoke of him and the story you just heard of him, but you were still able to reassure him regardless. Even how difficult it was to talk about his father, you tried to comfort him in the best way you could. It may not be much, but the grip he has on your hand silently tells you all of this.

The physical touch his skin gives yours tells you that he appreciates the words you spoke to him not too long ago, how you carefully chose your words when it came to something as important to him as his dad, how your words reflected the same words from someone else in his life. You weren’t aware of that, but something deep within you told you those were the exact words Matt needed to hear. Speaking about his father opened a wound, one that Matt wasn’t expecting to open up tonight, but the gentle words you spoke helped heal the wound, much like he had done to you earlier in the night. 

Though he took care of your wounds physically, your words on his internal wounds had the same effect. That thought doesn’t need to be spoken out loud. You both know you help each other out that goes beyond patching up each other’s wounds after a few fights. You help the other with the feeling of comfort neither of you have felt from another person in a long time- the feeling of home. 

“You want to spend the night?” 

#i think this is the 4th time im uploading this because it just wont show up in the tags #lets hope for the best #marvel #daredevil #daredevil imagine #daredevil fic #daredevil x vigilante!reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fic #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x vigilante!reader #my writing

[ofmermaidstories]

ur post about oc fic and reader insert fic made me think about how every time i see a post dragging x reader it's kinda just... thinly veiled misogyny.

like i don't wanna get super deep or whatever but a good chunk of x reader writers (myself included) are just women or people socialized as women that have felt unloved or under appreciated in their lives because of their looks or their personality or their skills in things that women/feminine people are expected to excel in and i think that oc/reader insert stories give women a really important space to make themselves (or a version of themselves) the most desired thing which is something that they often don't experience. it's a space where women can feel comfortable and loved in a world where they're under appreciated and tossed aside because of things out of their control and it drives me up a wall when i see people shitting on these spaces and these works because these are just safe spaces for marginalized people PREDOMINATELY CREATED BY MARGINALIZED PEOPLE!!

n e ways this was a long rant oops..

omg see the thing that gets me about the occassional x reader/oc drag is that—the call is coming from inside the house LMAO. like, okay maybe original characters in fics aren’t a niche thing, but x reader sure the hell is, so you have to like, know internet culture/fandom to be aware of it let alone to start using it like an insult, you know? and i would argue that fanfic tends to be a hobby that attracts marginalised identities as you say, so like, why are we clowning on ourselves? LOL. it’s like a mathlete bullying the horse girl of their class, like, buddy—we’re both losers!!! get over yourself LMAO.

i think my favourite dig at x reader (specifically) that i’ve ever seen is some rando on tiktok saying it was fanfic for people who were popular in public school—i think it’s so telling of how other fans might view oc/reader content? like, “oh that’s just some straight girl shit, they’re not putting any effort into it/they’re stealing our precious ship boys for their pORN/they’re ruining the canon story by inserting themselves into it”. and idk—part of it is just human nature (we are always going to shit on things we don’t like, that is a fact) and part of it might be fandom/internet culture at large at the moment (the purity aspect/policing) but at the end of the day all we can do is tell them to eat dog shit when they sprout up in our spaces and ignore ‘em.

idk! it drives me bonkers though, because it does feel like these spaces/niches do get targeted unfairly for it—if it’s not for the simple crime of writing a love story with your favourite character, then it’s like… being old and doing it! because god forbid you be over the age of 18 and still enjoy engaging with fiction! don’t you have a mortgage to go pay? like—i never see that attitude (within a fandom space) directed at the grown-ass men and women and gender neutral pals who play like, Dungeons and Dragons. No one (within a fandom space!) tells them they’re weird for forty-hour long campaigns where they fight and fall in love and idk, put dragons in some dungeons or something. no—it’s the blatant love stories that get picked on. the ones written by girls (gender neutral).

romance—and falling in love—is one of the most universal feelings/acts in the world. we want to fall in love with everything! in every world! we wanna—fall in love and be loved by superheroes and the villains they fight and the monsters in the dark and the good guys that rush in with swords and the cute barista at the coffee shop down the road. if other fans wanna get hung up on the fact that a tiny fraction of others want to insert themselves in these incredible worlds and experience everything they want to (having powers; being saved. saving someone else—saving yourself) then that’s their problem lmaoooo. im sorry you can’t have fun and create whimsy for yourself by drawing an oc who wins the sports festival and saves bakugou from being kidnapped—but im built different. 😌 and im gonna have fun while im here.

#ofmermaidstories-asks #merms argues with people who don’t exist LOL but still im right and ur right anon we’re both right

[shrinkthisviolet]

“those bastards.” / “if i ever get my hands on them…”  for Thallen please!

This one ended up much longer than I expected, because finding an endpoint was tricky 😂 under the cut for length:

Eddie thought finding out Barry’s identity would make things easier. He’d be fully on the loop, he wouldn’t worry so much about the guy he’d come to…

To…love? It was true that he and Iris, although they’d come close, had never actually started dating, but…still, to think of Barry that way…

Still, it wasn’t so off-putting. It was more just that Eddie was…nervous, really. He’d loved Iris, but Iris hadn’t seen him the same way. Not that she needed to, Eddie treasured her friendship dearly, but it meant Eddie didn’t entertain the thought of having any more of a chance with someone like Barry Allen, who had taken some time to come around to him.

Things had gotten better over time…and Barry telling him that he was the Flash was a culmination of their friendship that Eddie was deeply touched by. But contrary to his belief, it didn’t make things easier.

In fact, it made things harder—because on top of worrying about his growing feelings for Barry, he now had to keep Barry’s identity a secret from the others on the force (except Joe, apparently), and Iris…and he had to share the resounding worry of every close friend of a superhero.

And his first experience with that…was when Barry showed up on his doorstep, bleeding from a wound on his head, his cowl down, and muttering in a daze, “You were…closest…”

“Who did this to you?” Eddie demanded, holding him by the shoulders as he guided him inside. “If I ever get my hands on them—”

“No! No…” Barry grabbed his hand, wincing as his head throbbed against. “Just…just help me.”

“Caitlin…?”

“Too…far.” Barry winced. “Hurts…”

“I’ll call her. Just…you just sit here, okay? Let me just grab something for your head.”

Barry nodded, settling on Eddie’s sofa and holding a hand to his head to stem the bleeding. Eddie, meanwhile, bustled into the kitchen to grab some ice, and tried very, very hard not to think about how right it felt, to have Barry show up on his doorstep when injured and settle on his couch like this.

As he went, he called Caitlin, explaining the situation.

“Did you check him for a concussion?”

“Ah…” Eddie winced. “No. Forgot that part.”

Caitlin sighed. “Well, do that, and let me know.”

So Eddie rushed back to Barry, handing him the ice pack to press against his head. “Hey Bar? Can you tell me what happened?”

“Yeah…yeah, I can.” Barry winced, though he thankfully looked a bit more clearheaded than before. “I went after Captain Boomerang on my own—don’t look at me like that, I didn’t name him—and a rogue boomerang hit me when I wasn’t paying attention. Eddie?” Barry squeezed his hand. “Come on, don’t look at me like that. I’m fine.”

“Fine? You’re bleeding! You’re, like, half-dazed, or…or something—“

“Less than before. Still a little dazed, but…further from a concussion than before. Which is what you and Cait are worried about, right?” He smiled softly. “But…do me a favor? Don’t go running after him trying to play hero. That’s my job.”

“It’s mine,” Eddie insisted. “I’m the police officer here.”

“And I’m the Flash,” Barry grinned.

Yeah, Eddie thought, dazed at the sight of Barry’s bright smile. That you are, Bar.

Barry tilted his head. “What’s that look for?”

“What?” Eddie blushed. “Nothing. I was just…you must need something else.”

Barry shook his head, still studying him with a curious smile. “Nope, nothing like that. But I do have a theory.”

“Oh? And what theory would that be?”

“Well…maybe I’ve gone a little loopy after all, but…if you’ll let me, I want to try something. Stop me, by the way,” he added, “if this gets weird or anything.”

“Okay…but what do you…?” But the closer Barry got, the closer in Eddie leaned too…until there was nothing else for it: Eddie closed the gap between them, and Barry reciprocated in kind.

They burst apart only seconds later, when Eddie asked, “But…Iris…?”

“Somewhere along the way these past few months,” Barry said softly, “I realized…I wasn’t in love with Iris anymore. I was in love with her very kind, very handsome blond best friend.”

Eddie blushed. “Well…you’re not so bad yourself, Flash.”

Barry smiled, leaning in to kiss him again, and Eddie met him in the middle.

When they finally came up for air, Eddie quickly excused himself to call Caitlin.

“No signs of a concussion?” Caitlin sighed. “Well…he still needs to be monitored overnight and the next day, just in case. I could be there in 30 minutes and take him. Or you could let him stay overnight with you and bring him to STAR tomorrow. Whichever you want.”

Eddie glanced at Barry, who was now lying down on the sofa, half-asleep already, and looking…peaceful. So peaceful. It would be cruel, he thought, to wake him now.

(And he knew he’d hardly be able to sleep unless he knew for sure that Barry was alright.)

“He can stay here,” Eddie said. “I don’t mind. I’ll bring him to STAR Labs tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Eddie.”

“Sure thing. Have a good night, Caitlin.”

“You too.”

And as he hung up…Eddie looked over at Barry, who had completely succumbed to sleep now, and smoothed a hand over his forehead, smoothing the stress-formed wrinkles that had formed there.

There was so much about Barry that Eddie still didn’t know…so many questions he still had.

He knew about Barry’s mom. About his dad. About the accelerator that gave him powers. But…it was one thing to know something and another thing to know it.

He didn’t know the extent of Barry’s struggles. They were friends, but…not close ones. And Eddie found himself wishing that he could.

I wish I could take all this from you. I wish you never had to know the kind of pain you do.

He couldn’t, he knew. It was a fruitless thing, to try taking pain away from someone. It couldn’t be done—pain could be healed from, but not removed.

If Eddie was lucky, perhaps he could be part of that healing one day. But at the very least, he’d settle for being someone Barry loved and trusted.

That kiss was certainly a magical beginning, in any case.

prompt list!

#the flash #barry allen #eddie thawne #thallen #caitlin snow #lavi’s prompt fills #also i know captain boomerang didn’t appear in the flash until s9 #but i needed a meta of the week capable of hitting barry in the head 🤷‍♀️

[softbutchthatlovesyou]

Bi Lesbians ( Plaintext available here )

Hello! I received and ask about the topic of Bi Lesbians, and I am finally in a moment where I am able to put resources, the voices of some Bi Lesbians, and my personal thoughts. I am NOT an expert, but I think it's important that we listen out other queer identities to build community.

First and foremost: This identity is not here to make assumptions about anyone else's identity. It's not here to force assumptions about people's gender. It's not a word you have to use if you don't feel comfortable using it. If you can't let go of the pride cop in your brain, you will never really relax.

First I want to share resources: I only have a few now due to a lost computer some time ago, but the voices I share will have many things of their own to share if people are asking in good faith.

Link One: The Doc is really filled out, I cried rereading some of those statements because queer comfort is beautiful.

Link Two: Who doesn't love and etymology page?

Some Blogs that Explain things well:

Link Three: This one is about About Lesbian Separatism

New add on of 2024: Bi Lesbian is older than you think (though even if it was new its still valid!!)

Link One

Link Two: Very in depth and organized

Link Three Talking about a book snippet from Public Sex: The Culture of Radical Sex And the Book On Archive.Org

Some Personal Follow ups on the subject:

This is NOT a Bi-Lesbian, but they do sum up some points pretty well when it comes to identity.

As a Butch Nonbinary Lesbian I *Am* M-spec. I have people assume a lot of things about my identity because they assume about my attraction to them or others.

Some hear that I'm Butch4Femme and swear up and down "I'm only perpetuating Gender stereotypes." Some hear I'm Butch at all and claim that I "Am practically being a man, why bother being a lesbian?". They hear I'm non-binary and assume that takes away from my attraction to women. They assume that my love of women as a lesbian, takes away from my Boyfriend who isn't binary either!

I wouldn't be who I am without my Butch identity! Though someone is out there preaching that if I accepted my "girlish side" (Whatever that means) I would be happier and more honest to others and blah fucking blah. So why would I assume someone else could be who they are when I am policing their identity?

It's easy to make assumptions about something you aren't, But what's important is learning and trusting our fellow people in the community.

Bisexuals and Lesbians and Gays have long and complicated histories with their identities, and that's okay. I love us. I love who we are. I love all the ways we can be together, all the ways we find companionship: love or not! I love how we want to have words so we can share it!

I think that's all I can really put here for now, and I hope it answers some questions and helps spread more of the word about this identity.

I hope also it teaches you all a lesson about the cop in your head being an enemy. They are keeping you from seeing happy people getting along and finding their joys. They are showing you a place where you find isolation and fear of anything that is not exactly like you. Let them go.

#Bisexual #Lesbian #bi lesbian #gay #pro mspec #mspec lesbian #resources #gideons talking time

[j-nope-not-today]

I want to fight

TMNT Adoptive father Raphael x reader

A/n: Thank you very much to the person who requested this and hopefully you enjoy. Mentions of being stabbed though so if your not for that please don't read.

(n/n)-nickname

I had waited my whole life it felt like to fight crime and all of my hopes and dreams to be like my father came crashing down upon me when he told me

"No. It's not safe and I won't allow it."

It felt heart crushing. I mean everyone in the family fights crime, so why couldn't I?

I put it so much time practicing with my uncle's and grandfather and still I was denied what I felt was my one purpose in life. I wish I could change his mind, but knowing my father it wouldn't happen and it never would.

So I guess I would just have to do it without him knowing. I earned a small nickname for my nightly adventures the (n/n).

I've only ever had one slip up I had snuck back in only to find my father waiting in the living room for me pacing and I looked past him to see my uncle's waiting with him.

"Where were you? I was worried sick." He turned when he heard me and I knew I looked awful.

A few bruises were forming over my knuckles and face.

"Were you beat up? Where did you go?" I sighed at his questions before speaking.

"I was on a walk and I got beat up, but I called the police and they helped me so it's all good."

The only thing that I had gotten was a very long lecture from all of them and a months worth of groundment.

So after a few months here I was waiting on the couch waiting for my father and uncles to disappear.

"Is that everything Donnie?" I looked over and watched him give a small thumbs up before loading the rest of their equipment.

"Okay, you need to get your homework done and uh be in bed before we get back." My father looked at me and I smiled.

"Homework is already done. Uncle Donnie helped me with it and I will be fast asleep when you return." I knew I was lying I wouldn't be in bed.

"okay then..you have a good night sweetie." He pulled me in for a quick hug before disappearing with the others.

I waited a few minutes before sneaking off into my room to change into my secret little hero uniform. It wasn't ideal, but it worked for now and it kept me hidden from my family and enemies. At least identity wise.

So after a couple more minutes of waiting and hearing nothing I snuck off into the night to do my nightly patrol.

What I didn't expect was to catch the foot clan in the middle of a heated discussion. I paused on the side of the building and listened in to their conversation

"I know they'll be there I made sure of it."

"They better be at the docks or your in for it."

"Who is it that were waiting for at the docks?"

I listened to someone sigh and the sound of a weapon go off and I held my breath waiting for footsteps to come my direction, but there was nothing.

"You almost shot me!"

"Of you paid attention you would know we're waiting for those stupid vigilante turtles!"

"Oh."

I stopped listening I had to go protect my family. So I raced through the streets and buildings and made my way to the docks.

"Hey, look over here! (N/n)'s hurt!" I looked up to see one of my uncle's and I knew I would be in big trouble when they found out it was me.

Especially when I saw my father following after him. Boy was I in for it.

I slowly brought my hand up to my face and slipped off my mask and looked back up to see my father's face instantly shift into extreme worry.

He knelt next to me and placed his hand onto my side.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"No..just my side." I let out a wince at the pressure and watched as my uncle's rushed around with the supplies and began to dress my wound.

"Were gonna get you back to the lab and I can get this patched up better there." I nodded at my uncle Donnie's words before looking back to my father.

"I'm sorry.. I didn't listen to you, but I wanted to prove that I could be just like you.." I felt him place a hand on my shoulder and I looked up at him.

"I guess I should have expected you to not listen. I'm upset with you, but we can deal with that later..all that matters is making sure your okay." I nodded and let out a sigh of relief.

My wounds would heal and I could sense that I would be allowed to finally go on missions with them..but not after I get a year's worth of lectures and groundment, but it would be worth it in the end.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt imagine #tmnt donatello #tmnt mikey #tmnt leonardo #tmnt ralph