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ellecdc · 2 days

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Hiii :) I saw your requests tips and saw that you didn't write for dub/non con and I don't know if this count as one so just feel free to not respond!

So reader is in a relationship with the Marauders and is starting to randomly think about a past SA and realise this was SA only now bc her brain has been blocking the memory and information. She tells the boys (and maybe Barty idk) about it after sometime of overthinking it and self blaming so it's just like super fluff at the end <3

(it's my personal experience but if you don't feel comfortable writing about it just feel free to ignore it :). Sorry for the bad orthograph english isn't my first language 🫶🏻)

first of all - your English is fucking fantastic (and you know more words than I do - I had to look up what an orthograph was) secondly, I turned this into more of a conversation between reader and her ship. and for plot purposes this became poly!wolfstar - hope that's okay!

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who opens up about past SA

CW: discusses themes of sexual consent, inebriation, and SA. Describes past SA and abusive relationships. Describes drunkeness, alcohol, and drinking. viewer discretion is advised.

You could tell it was taking Sirius a lot of effort to appear to be too fussed over Lily, James, and Regulus at the end of the party, but he pretended to gag every time anything even remotely romantic or sexual was brought up about his brother.

“What do you think happens when they go home, Pads?” Remus muttered quietly, causing Sirius to slap his hands against his ears.

“Would you shut up, Moons? I am not interested in hearing about my brother’s sexual habits, thank you.”

Unfortunately for Sirius, Lily didn’t get the memo.

“Are we le-leaving!?” She shrieked through a hiccup as James held most of her weight up against his side and Regulus gathered her purse and shoes she’d since lost.

“Yes sweets; we’re gonna get you to bed.” James said quietly.

A salacious smirk took over Lily’s face as she tried (and failed) to grab James by the chin. “To bed, hm?”

Regulus snorted, though no one missed the blush that dusted his cheeks. “To sleep, Lils.”

Lily groaned dramatically and seemed to go ‘no bones’ in James' grip as he grunted and tried to keep her from hitting the ground. “Why not.”

“Because you smell like you bathed in a bottle of schnapps, sweetheart.” James placated.

“So?” Lily grumbled though acquiesced to helping James keep her up right. “We can even do that thing you like.” She tried to sing sensually, but her efforts were in vain as every other word came out slurred.

Sirius grumbled causing James to blush.

“Not tonight, angel. We’ll cuddle, okay?”

Lily scoffed and turned her sights onto Regulus. “You agree with me, right? Right Reggie? You agree- you agree with me?”

“Almost always.” Regulus agreed quickly, offering Lily his arm as to share her weight with James. “Just not tonight, my love.”

“You guys are no fun.” Lily whined as she allowed her two boyfriends to usher her out of Remus and Sirius’ shared flat.

Unfortunately for Sirius, no one missed Regulus leaning into Lily’s hair and promising that “they’d have lots of fun tomorrow to make up for it.”

“I hate them all.” Sirius grumbled with no real malice as he stood and made his way over to you before offering you both of his hands. “What do you say, dollface? Ready for bed too?”

Remus answered ‘yes’ as you accepted Sirius’ help up which sparked a debate between the two of them whether or not Remus could be considered ‘dollface’ to which you secretly agreed that yes he could but ultimately refused to participate in such nonsense.

You got ready for bed in a haze as you replayed Regulus, James, and Lily’s conversation in your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you were so stuck on, but something about the exchange caused something deep within your gut to churn unpleasantly.

“You feeling alright, dovey?” Remus asked gently, pressing a kiss to your hairline as you reentered their bedroom after washing your face, carrying your toiletries with you so as not to hog the bathroom.

Sirius (and Remus) had been begging you to spend your nights here with them nearly since the very beginning of your relationship, but you argued that you did not want to pay rent for a flat you never saw.

He then started nagging you to give up the lease on your flat and just “sodding move in with them already”, but it still felt a little too fresh for that.

So, you spent most nights (but not all) at their flat; living out of duffle bags and toiletry bags.

You hummed in confirmation to Remus’ question, moving towards the mirror above Sirius’ dresser to finish your skincare routine as Remus took his turn with the washroom.

“You sure, sweetness? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight; did you have fun?” Sirius continued as he went digging through what you knew to be Remus’ drawers searching for Sirius’ favourite shirt which was really Remus’ shirt but no one bothered to argue with the black-haired boy…anymore.

“I had fun.” You agreed, massaging product into your face.

“Uh huh.” Sirius commented, not sounding at all convinced as he came up behind you and hooked his chin over your shoulder; watching as you completed your nightly routine through the mirror. “You had so much fun and that’s why you look like Moony when he can’t figure out one of those crosswords in the Daily Prophet?”

You chuckled softly, but something in your lack of enthusiasm (or your lack of disdain) for his joke seemed to tip him off.

“What’s going on in here, hm?” He asked as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I just…” You started, sighing as you made yourself busy by tidying up your belongings and refusing to make eye contact with him. “I’ve just been thinking about Reg, James, and Lily’s conversation.”

That caused a dramatic groan to rip through Sirius’ chest as he leaned his forehead against your shoulder.

“What now?” Remus asked jokingly as he returned from the washroom.

“She’s thinking about Regulus, James, and Lily in bed.” Sirius accused; voice muffled in the fabric of your sleepwear.

You scoffed defensively, claiming you were “absolutely not” at the same time Remus commented “aren’t we all” which started a very loud bickering match between your two boyfriends.

The arguing only ceased when Remus “swore on his mother’s life” that Sirius was “by far the superior Black brother.”

Placated, Sirius turned his sights back to you as you sat on the edge of the bed. “So, what were you really thinking about their conversation?”

Remus, having walked in with only enough time to rile Sirius up, popped his head up at that. “Everything alright, dove?”

You sighed as you turned to face them. “I was just confused, I guess.” You admitted. “I think…Lily was hoping to have sex tonight?”

Sirius groaned again which earned him a swat from Remus who seemed to pick up on some of the tension radiating through your body.

“Yes…I’d agree.” Remus responded carefully.

“And Reg and James said no?”

Sirius’ head tilted at that as he considered you with furrowed brows. “Well, of course, doll. She was drunk.” He said simply, as if that explained it all.

“So…they wouldn’t have sex with her because she was drunk?” You clarified.

The boys shared a glance with one another before they each took a seat on the bed, prompting you to turn your body so you were all facing each other.

“So, all parties have to be able to consent, right?” Remus started.

You nodded quickly at that.

“But when one party is inebriated or under the influence, they can’t consent.” Sirius continued.

You felt your eyebrows twitch as you looked down at the pattern on your bed spread. “Even though she was asking?”

“She wasn’t in her right mind, dove.” Remus explained gently; eyes full of compassion and, perhaps, some sadness. “She may have woken up tomorrow and not remembered anything, or perhaps worse, regretted something. It’s Regulus and James’ jobs to keep her safe, just like I’m sure she keeps them safe when the roles are reversed.”

And now you could understand why their conversation seemed to catch you so off guard.

“You’re so pretty like this; drunk and all mine.”

“Have a few more; we always have more fun when you let loose.”

“But…I’m really tired.” “All you’ve got to do is lay there - I’ll do all the work.”

“You don’t remember last night? That’s too bad; I won’t be forgetting that any time soon.”

“You’re such a good little whore for me when you’ve had a few too many.”

You hadn’t realised you had zoned out of the conversation until Sirius was leaning into your field of vision. “You okay, sweets?”

“Yeah.” You said breathlessly before clearing your throat. “No, sorry. I’m fine.”

“Why were you asking?” Remus queried; tone hardening slightly, alerting you to the fact that he smelled trouble.

“I was just wondering.” You fibbed.

“You know we would do the same, right?” Sirius asked earnestly. “That we have done the same for you.”

“You have?”

“Yes, my love.” Remus whispered. “Always.”

You nodded and looked back down at the bedspread. “Okay.”

“Y/N.” Sirius called with a certain level of severity; though you detected no anger or frustration in his tone. “Why were you asking?” He repeated Remus’ earlier question after your gaze met his imploring silver eyes.

You quickly looked down at your hands as you began picking at the hangnails around your fingers. “I was just confused; that has not always been my experience.” You admitted quietly; shame coursing through your body as you digested this new information.

The room was quiet for a moment as Remus shuffled scrupulously closer to you. “No?” He whispered; voice intoned with a level of gentleness you weren’t accustomed to hearing.

You began to feel all sorts of discomfort at the heavy attention being focused on you in the room. “It was usually quite the opposite.” You joked; voice rising to a higher octave in an attempt to make light of the situation as you pulled back the covers and made to retreat to the relative safety of the boys’ bed.

“Whoa, whoa. What does that mean?” Sirius implored, earning him a gentle warning “Pads” from Remus.

“I’m sorry.” You placated, still uncomfortable with this heavy atmosphere you seem to have blanketed over what had been a really nice evening. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, I-” Sirius began, cutting himself off and taking a breath you could tell was an attempt to calm himself down. He shuffled closer to you and wrapped his hand around one of your ankles through the blanket as he rubbed soothing circles against it. “You can always talk about anything with us; it’s important that we talk about these things, yeah?”

“Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” Remus mollified. “But I do agree with Sirius; if you’re comfortable, I think it’s good for us to talk about these things.”

“It was just my last relationship.” You admitted finally. “He didn’t…agree - with the consent thing, that is.”

Remus’ lips pursed as Sirius’ jaw tightened.

“He’d sleep with you when you were drunk?” Remus asked cautiously.

“Yeah.” You agreed half-heartedly, picking at your nail beds. “Or encourage me to drink more so…”

Remus let out a sigh and you could tell Sirius was fighting back the urge to grumble.

“I’m sorry,” You offered again. “I really didn’t mean to bring all this up, I just-”

“I really, really don’t want you to apologise anymore.” Sirius nearly begged.

“I don’t understand how someone could do that.” Remus mused aloud. “To anyone; and someone they claimed to love?”

You mistook Remus’ rhetorical question for an actual need for clarification. “He said I was more fun; that I’d try things I wouldn’t normally.”

Sirius did finally let out an angry huff and his fingers stilled on your ankle. “Who?”

“You don’t know him.” You countered quickly, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them as you rested your chin on your knees.

“Lucky him.” Sirius muttered darkly as Remus shifted closer to you.

“I’m sorry dove.” He offered quietly; holding out his hand to you in a silent invitation. You accepted it, and as you gave him your hand, he gently encouraged you over to him until you were cradled in his arms.

“I didn’t tell you to be sorry.” You murmured quietly as Remus began pressing kisses to the raw and reddened skin around your fingers you hadn’t realised you had nearly shredded in your tension.

“I know you didn’t.” He whispered. “I’m still sorry, anyhow.”

“I think it’s nice… that the boys were looking after Lily.”

Remus hummed in agreement though he still looked particularly disturbed.

“That’s their job.” Sirius supplied, causing you and Remus to turn your heads towards your boyfriend whose eyes were red and shining with unshed tears.

“Sirius.” You murmured miserably.

“Just like it’s our job to look after you.” He continued as if you hadn’t said anything at all.

“And you do.” You agreed.

Sirius huffed and wiped at his face. “I hate to think of you being hurt or…or taken advantage of when I wasn’t there to help you.”

Remus made a pitiful sound at that.

“You didn’t even know me then, Siri.” You offered, half teasing and half placating.

“She’s alright, Sirius.” Remus comforted. “She’s got us. You’ll be okay now, yeah?”

And you thought of your boys now; you thought of Sirius near tears thinking of someone taking advantage of you during a time you hadn’t even known him, you thought of Remus currently cradling you like you were a precious thing he feared losing if he didn’t hold you with the utmost care, and you thought of their friends - the kind of people who they surrounded themselves with and had the same morals as they did.

Yeah…you think you might just be okay now.

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 3 days

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So sorry if this has already been asked, but could you elaborate more on your headcanons for Idia and Ortho's parents? I'm just extremely interested in the "Idia isn't their firstborn child, just the one that survived" part.

For context if anyone needs it

Headcanons I Probably Overexplain - Idia Edition 1

I'll be entirely honest, I Did Not Write Down what I meant by that when I did have the idea LMAO so we're starting from scratch here. TW for pregnancy issues, miscarriages, technically immoral science on humans ig, read with caution ig? etc. just generally. So concerning Idia's parents, we know that he inherited his curse to burn blot/magic through his father. We don't know how that curse would affect a human, so I think the train of thought I was on was how Mrs. Shroud's body would handle having an organism inside of her that would actively destroy itself. Now, I know that magic is something that seems to develop over a course of years, but it's also pretty evident that magic is inherited, it's got to be linked to some sort of gene or protein, but seeing as we don't know for sure whether other characters, (Cater's sisters, Najma, Sebek's or Trey's siblings etc.), have magic as well, we don't really know if it's a guaranteed thing or not.

REGARDLESS, it's more likely that magic is linked genetically rather than being the result of a mutation or a form of energy, at least in terms of the Shrouds.

I believe that Mrs. Shroud struggled with miscarriages, more than once or twice as the result of the embryo/fetus/baby collapsing in on itself (depending at which point the gene kicks in or the curse starts working) (don't come at me for the wording idk when it kicks in man my brain doesn't tell me that much, ig, technically it would be like by the 6-8 month mark, because I indirectly referenced it as a child).

As a result, the Shrouds realized that it wouldn't be enough to simply be on the Island of Woe for the sake of their future child to burn blot, not when it was still inside of Mrs. Shroud. As a result, they developed a way to do IVF, but instead of having the embryo grow inside of Mrs. Shroud, they made a chamber to simulate the same conditions a baby would need to grow, while also exposing it to blot, without overwhelming it or the curse.

Any experiment will have trial and error, especially when it comes to biology, in a family that focuses mainly on mechanics, chemistry and physics.

So Idia...is the first..alive...child that the Shrouds had. I do think somewhere on the Island of Woe is a nursery room dedicated to his big sister.

#v talks #twst #twisted wonderland #twst hcs #twst headcanons #twst angst #idia shroud #twst shroud #god sorry I took so long to respond #random hcs i probably overexplain #random hc's i probably overexplain #galaxies-and-gore <3

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reluctantbylerblog · 11 months

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this is going to be controversial but I'm seeing a lot of people saying that if the duffers didn't want to be accused of queerbaiting then they would just come out and say byler is not going to happen but bffr if they did say that y'all would just say something like "they're just saying that to keep the twist a secret". like they could literally do a press release saying byler is not going to be canon and you would take it as byler proof. the truth is that we won't know until s5 and we should prepare for either outcome

#byler #ignoring the fact that they obviously wouldn't come out and say byler isn't endgame because what writer would do that?#like i know it's controversial and many of you don't want to hear this #but #byler doubt #is normal and healthy #and being so sure about the outcome of this ship to the point where even if the showrunners came out and said it wasn't going to happen #is not realistic #do i think it has a high chance of becoming canon? i do. but do i also think there's a chance that it won't? unfortunately…yeah #so idk maybe take a step back and just enjoy the ship without putting your emotional wellbeing into whether it happens in canon

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rowenabean · 10 months

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today at church I was chatting to one of our new pastors (been in town since Easter) and she said "this rain is something else, I've been praying about it because I've never felt any rain like it maybe there's something spiritual at work" and like. this is my problem with very pentecostal pentes. because I feel like this is a Prime Case of attributing things to spiritual forces without sufficient information

I fully believe it may be the most rain she's ever felt. It was a lot of rain. But for us? Those of us who've lived here a while? This is the 5th? 6th? very heavy rain event in the last 18 months, not even particularly bad in terms of rainfall, if you want someone to blame it's definitely climate change (and also possibly la nina)(although I was hoping that we would have a dry patch with the switch to el nino and unfortunately, the rain)

#when i say very heavy rain event i mean >100mm in town generally #although whether i remember it or not probably has more to do with whether places flooded or bridges were out #but like. nov 21. march 22. june 22 (? there was one in winter i'm not 100% sure which month). 2 cyclones. the OTHER heavy rain event in fe #AFTER the cyclone. like this event isn't special #of course each event the water table gets higher and higher and the infrastructure gets incrementally worse #so the level of DAMAGE done is not always proportionate to rainfall #idk. like i'm somewhat pentecostal but also sometimes things are just the consequence of our own actions (not dealing with the climate)#i feel like the burden of proof is higher if you want to attribute things to spiritual forces #faith musings #the pastors are lovely don't get me wrong but they are WAY more pente than me

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an-absolute-nightmare · 1 year

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i appreciate it when people from anglican countries say that they shouldn't assume that people from non-anglican countries who live in their countries will have a stereotypical accent from their native countries. but sometimes i will encounter people acting like accents simply do not exist and that is very funny to me. ''why does this character who has newly arrived to america from korea have a stereotypical korean accent that's kinda racist :/'' bestie idk how to tell you this but somebody who has lived in korea their entire life has a stereotypical korean accent T_T

#i mean i live in india and i have a stereotypical indian accent! just like raj from the big bang theory!#one time i saw a bunch of english people had a discussion about whether it was racist that the creators of a show #had made a chinese character have a chinese accent #they came to the conclusion that because that particular scene was set in china it wasn't racist #which. i mean i really do think that was cute it showed that they cared #i only find it funny because how hard is it to be normal about accents? like really it is so easy?#maybe i just assume that because i speak in at least three different accents on the regular?#but no that's basically just code switching i'm sure almost everyone does that #idk man. i guess i'm saying that while accents most certainly do get used in media in ways that perpetuate racist stereotypes #the mere existence of accents isn't racist xdxdxdxd

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thewhumperinwhite · 1 year

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ATTD: Caught (part 3)

Masterlist // Caugh part 1 //Caught part 2

Will and Chorus have matching emotional problems ~<3

@whumpitywhumpwhump @favwhumpstuff @whump-cravings

TW for: implied suicidal impulses and/or self-harm; knives/knifeplay. (not in a kinky way.)

The second crash was louder than the first. Felicity Krie turned to look, frowning.

“Don’t move,” she told the boy called Will—who, arms bound tight around the back of his chair, could not have done so anyway—and jogged out to see what was wrong.

The boy let out a breath he had been holding for too long, and let himself sag against the ropes holding him in place. The relief of being unobserved was enough to make him forget the burn of the rough hemp and unvarnished wood against his wrists and arms, at least for a moment.

“Chorus,” he said softly, when he had caught his breath. “Will you come out and help me?”

The ton choreuson was still lying in a heap beside the door, so that was where the faint pop and brief reddish light came from. Chorus herself was already lounging against the chair Felicity had just vacated, opposite the one to which the boy was bound.

“Why,” said Chorus, examining her deadly fingernails, “would I want to help you, Doorkeeper?”

Ah yes, Will thought, of course. “Because I’ve asked you so nicely?” he said, raising his eyebrows. He tried to shrug a little, and winced it made the ropes pull at his straining shoulders. Chorus’s eyes flickered in his direction—it wasn’t easy to tell where she was looking, generally, because her eyes had no whites and her pupils were a narrow forking line, but he knew her too well to miss it—and then quickly away again.

“I didn’t hear a please,” said Chorus. With a little effort, Will did not roll his eyes.

“Chorus,” he said, keeping his voice flat and deliberate and not annoyed. There was another crash from outside. He hoped the Magician was not actually fighting; it would be at least two against one now. “Will you please untie me?”

“No, I don’t believe I shall,” said Chorus, using a fingernail to pick at her needle-sharp teeth. “I think you might have to order me, Doorkeeper.”

Will felt his hands tighten into fists behind his back. Then he sat back in the chair—as much as he could, anyway—and glared at her. “Or,” he said icily, “Perhaps I’ll just sit here, and let one of them kill me, and then they can throw you in a ditch, if that’s what you want. Or sell you to someone who can’t handle you, maybe you’d like that better.”

Chorus surged forward, the speed of her movement blurring her pale skirts and paler hair into smoke, and snapped her teeth loudly in Will’s face, holding herself up by her clawed hands on his mostly-bare knees.

“Don’t talk to me, Doorkeeper,” she said, “as though I don’t know what you want.”

Will did not drop her gaze, although he felt a shamed flush rising in his cheeks.

“This isn’t the right time or place,” he said, and his voice came out low and steady and did not shake, thank all gods. “I know that. So do you.”

“Isn’t the right place for you,” Chorus said, still in that same cold tooth-filled voice, but there was nothing but smoke in Will’s face now, and her voice was coming from behind him.

He held very still when he felt her teeth at his wrists. He did not give in to temptation. It really wasn’t the right time.

“Thank you,” he said stiffly, rubbing his burning wrists. “Now—”

“Yes, I know this part, Doorkeeper,” Chorus snapped, stomping pointedly back to where the ton choreuson was lying by the door. “No need for a formal dismissal. Shithead.”

She popped back into smoke as she reached where the sword lay, without ever looking back at him, and then was gone.

“Thank you,” he told her again, when he buckled the sword belt back over his borrowed tunic. It would have hurt his stomach to say I’m sorry.

Will opened the inn door, wincing at the midday desert sunlight, just in time to see Larkspur Criel yank Jasper forward by an outstretched arm and bring a knife toward his throat.

Without thinking, Will plunged a hand into the length of Larkspur’s hair and yanked, hard; they stumbled back with an undignified yelp.

Will buried his hand in Larkspur’s hair, his other hand dropping to the hilt of his sword, and tried very hard to see and understand despite the bright sunlight hammering against his injured head.

There was a very large man, probably Galdrean, standing next to the door with his huge fists clenched and his massive shoulders bowed in preparation for violence; Felicity Krie, looking even smaller than usual by comparision, was hovering nearby looking uncertain; and a small crowd seemed to be gathering, a fact about which neither Jasper nor Larkspur Criel seemed to have thought about too carefully.

“Hullo, everyone,” Will said mildly, very aware of all the eyes that were now on him.

Without warning, Larkspur Criel spun hard, slamming their arm against Will’s throat and pinning him against the inn’s door, the knife in their hand very close to the side of his face. Will’s sword was halfway drawn and his hand was still tangled in Larkspur’s hair; their faces were now very close together.

“Do you want to go first,” said Larkspur, “or shall I?”

Their knife was now resting against the side of Will’s face, close to the scar where Dream cut him—more than a week ago, now. More than a week, somehow.

It took Will a long second—too long—to realize that Larkspur had not moved the knife. Will had moved his face to rest against the blade.

Larkspur stared at him in confused alarm. Their face was scarred, too, many more times over than Will’s. They made no move to use the knife.

“Don’t hurt him!” a high voice cried, cutting across the crowd like breaking glass, and Will froze as every eye on the street landed squarely on Saren, standing now in the middle of the street, looking very silver-haired and not in the least human, in full view of at least a dozen bystanders.

“…That’s a demon,” Larkspur Criel said blankly.

The small crowd burst into a flurry of frightened movement, away and toward the demon too simultaneously for anyone to make much progress anywhere, and Will took the opportunity to draw the ton choreuson just enough to sink the decorative hilt into the center of Larkspur Criel’s stomach.

Larkspur stumbled back a step, gagging on the wind Will had knocked out of them. Will let his hand slide out of their hair and pushed past them, wrapping his hand around Saren’s small wrist.

“Let’s go, Magician!” he yelled at Jasper, who blinked dazedly for a second, but then set his jaw and flicked his Runes out of his pocket. The street began to fill rapidly with smoke. Will had time to see Jasper pull to a stop beside him, and feel the Magician grab a handful of the collar of Will’s tunic to keep them together, before the whole street was obscured and Will could not see a foot in front of his face.

“This way,” Jasper hissed, and tugged him down the smoke-filled street; Will could hear many voices shouting and coughing and finally it was easier to simply close his eyes, hold on, and run.

#all those that dance #much happier with this one than part two. phew #also i love writing chorus and will they're such a fuckin disaster #suicide tw #self-harm tw #not... exactly?? like it's complicated??? but just in case.#honestly if anyone isn't sure whether this will be Safe For Them dm me and i can explain the role suicide plays in this story as a whole #cause its. complicated #knives #knife play #...idk how to tag for it exactly but there. is definitely a knife discussed at length. it is next to a face #nobody actually gets cut in this one though.#“original whump”#“fantasy whump”#“emotional whump”

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roboromantic · 4 months

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"For this class, you'll have to be able to submit traditional art digitally; here's a guide on how to do that. You know how to crop from [class you have to take before or at the same time as this one]"

This class is later tonight. the class that apparently will teach me how to crop pictures isn't until Thursday. Now *I* certainly don't need to be taught how to crop images, but if I did then I think maybe a brief tutorial wouldn't really be that hard to put in this notice

tbf I also think it wouldn't be that hard for the student to google but then again. looking at that resumé post I just reblogged and countless questions posted to reddit/quora/etc., maybe people DO need to be told to google something.

anyway there's also a few typos and things like saying we have 2 required textbooks, then not showing ANY readings from book #2 in our assignments and only posting an Amazon link to book #1 where it's like. Teachers complain that students don't read syllabi, but have YOU looked through it recently??? Sometimes they don't even bother to update the semester or YEAR.

also. this is the Art for Games class and you're using this graphic? 🤨