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What’s Your Favourite Scary Movie, Eddie?

Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Ghostface!Trans!M!Reader

Last Edited: 06/04/2023

TW: gore, blood, murder, stalking, dead bodies, transphobia, foul language, body dysphoria, phone harassment

Requested: no

Word Count: 2,381

AO3 LINK -> HERE

Notes: literally rewatching the batman 2022 as i make this lel. also, kinda think of the ghosftface from dead by daylight as i love that costume/look so the outfit that’s described. i finished this shit on 1 hour of sleep btw so hope u enjoy

He’s an odd man. His schedule used to remain constant until it didn’t. You’re unsure of what changed. He’s still a forensic account by all means. He forged those documents to get the job so of course he wouldn’t simply just quit. That part stayed the same. It’s after work when he deviates from his original schedule. Going out at night, spying on people, and getting odd information. There’s also his online presence getting stronger. You see him on his computer more and more. Sometimes he’s typing, other times he has some sort of outfit on to do live streams.

No matter what, he’s always busy with something. That something has gotten more and more odd these past few weeks. He’s obsessing over a vigilante. A man dressed in black who goes around beating people down until they cannot get up to fight anymore. A “Batman” is what they call him. For someone so many fear, little ol’ Eddie surely loves him. It makes your stomach twist in disgust. How can this man obsess over this random vigilante? Sure, he fights crime but he’s not going for the bigger people. He lets cops run around, nabbing the criminals only to let them go after a bit of bribing. Some saviour he is. Plus, to see this somewhat nerdy and dainty-looking man go for a man who appears to be jacked screws with your head.

You can’t help but want to maul your own skin at this observation. The mousey man wanting the dark, mysterious, and bulky body type makes you think of your own figure. You don’t have the exact body type so may want after all the struggles to so much as get the medicine you needed for your transition. It takes time, ranging from months to years. And the first man you see him obsess over is the usual “jacked” and “hot” man makes you angry. That original figure you had has changed over time, into something you’re more comfortable with. While some changes haven’t been made yet due to the lack of money, you feel better; like you can actually live in your own skin now after so long of feeling like your body was out to destroy you.

But that feeling does fade now and then, especially when you see someone you’ve been watching and pinning over for months wanting the one thing you feel like you can’t be at times. Sometimes it’s your mind, other times it's old words from people you knew. The majority is the people you see online spouting nasty things, all ranging from hatred to fetishizing; there are even times when it’s a mixture of the two. A “real” man is what they want. For some reason as well, a “real” man isn’t someone who takes hormones or changes their body. A “real” man isn’t someone who says they are a man, even if they don’t transition. If they don’t pass their assessments, they’re not a “real man”. But how can they be one? How do they know what a “real” man is? They call those bulky hunks in bars real men. They’ll call the men from the army real men. The men from the gym are real men. But the moment a man so much as acts, looks, sounds different or doesn’t have the “right” body, they’re fake. And to you, it’s all bullshit. No one has any right to tell someone they’re not a “real” man, especially when they themselves know nothing about you or others in the same boat.

So to suddenly see such people in his streams? You can feel yourself losing it. While you wouldn’t kill them for such a thing unless they preached or even tried to kill people for being different or “unreal”, it’s the fact that so many were actual shitbags added to it. From people who wanted to simply kill innocent people, to people wanting to do awful acts to those they hate, you can’t allow that. Spying from the rooftops and alleyways turns into watching him from his very own streams.

Your username on the streams is Gh0stFac3, read as GhostFace, is usually caught in the streams, never saying a word. You let yourself lurk while he’s online, letting out passionate rants about Gotham and some sort of “renewal plan”. You don’t necessarily watch him on these streams. You do listen though, taking down notes on his words. You do have other people to watch and kill later on, of course. Some from his streams, others from night outs. A few are even from your times at bars, hearing their nasty talking or genuine disgust about certain groups of people who’ve done nothing but live their lives.

Another name is jotted down in your notebook, a multitude of pictures clipped to the page with the target. You scratch at your neck from under the mask, sighing. It’s just another asshole really. This one is from one of Edward’s streams. From what you found out, the guy had been sending nasty messages to a coworker who rejected him. Pathetic in your case. But you can feel that itchy feeling creeping up under your skin. You’ll have to kill again soon. It’s like a drug and it makes you feel powerful in a way. From people seeing you as some dainty girl back in the day, nothing more than something to be used for bearing kids and eye candy to look at, to feeling like a man after treatment, meds, and eye-opening articles; along with blogs talking about their own experiences, you feel like you can actually feel and do the things you felt you deserved to do. The people who looked down on you or disowned you disappeared in just a blink. All you needed was time away to find yourself, who you truly are, before returning and dealing out the same amount of pain to them they forced you to go through for so many years.

You snap the notebook closed, rubbing at the face under your mask. All this thinking about how your body is, alongside was, is giving you a headache. It doesn’t help that you have more than just that man as the next victim either. You’re not sure who to choose just yet. Or, well, you do. However, all the constant thinking, together with your inner voice reminding you of all the transphobia you’ve faced thus far, is killing your mood. A snort leaves you. Killing your mood. You’re truly a riot with your own jokes.

You grab the flip phone closest to you, flicking it open. It’s a burner you picked up a bit ago. There were plenty of others but the satisfaction of snapping the phone shut after a call is enough for you to keep it around. You look at Edward’s stream; he’s still going. You give a sharp grin under your scream mask before dialling his number.

You can hear it ring from the stream. Seeing him go silent immediately is satisfying. He looks like a mouse again; a confused one at that. He starts up his rant again, seemingly going to ignore it. Narrowing your eyes, you end the call before texting him. The ding he gets is ignored. Another ding. Another. Another. His hands are shaking, eyes wide and crazed. Finally, you type in chat.

> Hello, Mouse.

The chat, usually fast, stops for a moment. They seem to notice something is off.

> Will you answer your phone?

> I’m calling.

> I’m texting you, Mouse.

People in the chat start to type, sending in a multitude of messages. Some are asking Edward if he knows you. Others are asking if you know him. You don’t answer them at all.

> Answer. I won’t stop calling.

He looks mad, grabbing his computer. “Who do you think you are? You know nothing! You’ve said nothing until now! You’re just someone trying to bring me down aren’t you?! You’re trying to destroy everything I’ve been working for to help Gotham!”

> Answer the phone, Eddie.

Everything stops. It’s like the entire chat froze as well as Edward. You know no one has any idea what his name is. The fact that you know it and suddenly type it with no hesitation only shows you know more than does. With shaking hands, he lets go of the computer and sits back in his chair. “I’m sorry everyone… But it looks like we have a leak. I’ll be making sure to get rid of the mole and that they are dealt with accordingly. I’ll host another stream next week after all of this is fixed.” His voice is eerily blank, almost like he’s bored or in shock. With those final words, the entire stream ends. You sit for a moment before calling him once more. Edwards finally picks up this time.

“Oh, Eddie… Did you really have to take that long?” The voice changer in your mask disguises your voice. From what you’ve been told by many victims before, you sound like a very attractive young man.

“Who are you?” His question, asked in a cold way, makes you hum.

“Ghostface. What about you, Eddie? Are you Edward Nashton? The Riddler? Who are you?” His breathing has changed; he’s panicked. You’ve heard that type of breathing so much that you don’t do much beside coo at him. “Don’t worry, Dear Eddie. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to destroy all that you’ve been working on. After all, you’ve changed your schedule to fit this odd thing now…” You sigh, leaning forwards in your chair. You prop your masked head on your gloved hand. “After all, you spent so much time and resources on it. It’s honestly been the most interesting thing I’ve seen in years.”

“Why are you calling, Ghostface?” He asks, wanting to get this call over with. You don’t want that though. You like how he sounds in your ear. You like how you can make his breathing change with just a few words.

“What’s Your Favourite Scary Movie, Eddie?” The teasing way you say it only adds character, or that’s what you tell yourself. You want Eddie to like you. You want him to obsess over you as he does Batman. You want him.

“I’m not playing your games!” He’s stressed, practically about to cry from the frustration. You’ve ruined his stream, teased him over the phone, and called him Eddie in front of people who don’t know his name. In his eyes, you’re out to destroy him.

“Eddie…” You feel slightly bad. You really do want him to like you and this is the only thing you had thought of. It’s clearly not working. “I like you, Eddie. You’re doing what others can’t or won’t… How about a deal?” The idea of a deal to possibly end this talk seems to get to him.

“What’s the deal, then? Or are you going to keep talking to me in circles and messing with me?”

“I wasn’t trying to mess with you. As I said before. I like you. You’re the only person who went from a possible victim to something else entirely… You should be proud! No one has ever gotten that far! Usually, I’d be in their home by now, hiding and waiting for the right moment to strike…” As you talk, it seems he’s intently listening to you with genuine intrigue. “The fighting is always hard but so, so fun. And the moment my knife meets their flesh and blood spills? It’s beautiful.” You let out a sigh, one could almost call it dreamy with how you talk about your deadly hobby. “The screams are a bit much, not going to lie there, Eddie. They’re so loud.. But the moment the life is gone from those shitbags, I can make them oh so pretty.” You’re out of your chair, pacing around your apartment. Your combat boots are heavy against the wooden floors of your home. One of your hands moves as you ramble, giving more passion despite the other man unable to see it. “A few more cuts, maybe some mutilation, a bit of stabbing.. Then I have to set them up how I want and take a few selfies. The selfies are always fun… I can send you a few if you’d like. They always turn out great, I make sure of it.”

The silence on the other end snaps you out of whatever state you had been in when talking about your hobby. You don’t hear anything, not even Edward’s breathing. Your hidden lips pull into a frown. Here you are, pouring your heart out and he’s said nothing! No congratulations. No good job. Nothing. The squeaking of your gloves is heard as you tighten your grip on the burner.

“How does this help me? How are you going to help me with some pictures of your pinned-up dead bodies?” You grit your teeth, hating this call more and more.

“I’m saying that I can be your blade, dammit! You can sit in your messy lil’ apartment, talking, coding, streaming! I’ll hunt down whoever you want! I’ll mutilate them! I’ll leave clues or riddles, I don’t care!” You’re yelling into the receiver, finally tired of listening to the man’s complaining. Taking a deep breath, you try to calm yourself. “I do all the killing and you continue doing whatever it is your doing.”

“But what are you looking for? What do you get out of it?” A hum leaves you, letting all that rage go. A nasty smirk crawls over your features.

“I get to watch you work… I love seeing you put your pretty lil’ head to use after all, Baby.” You practically purr, the distorted warmth filling you. It’s unhealthy how much you like him paired with how much you want him to like you. Unhealthy or not, you don’t care. If he can have unhealthy views and plans, so can you.

You hear the end of his line go dead, having hung up on you. You give a mocking put from behind the scream mask. Quickly, you let your thumb fly over the numbers. You snap the phone closed, happy to see that this is the start of something very exciting.

> Can’t wait to work with you, Sweetheart ;))

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amethyst-of-the-stonehearts · 2 months

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Wait, wait wait~ Who ever told you that business is supposed to be boring?

There's always an art to attraction, don't you think? Something exquisite to catch somebody's eye, and then capture their attention fully... It needs to be flashy, but not too over-the-top. Just the right amount of everything can give you exactly what you need~

♪ W.I.T.C.H - Devon Cole ♪

Amethyst, one of the IPC’s Ten Stonehearts, manages the Public Relations Department team across the cosmos. A meticulous worker who prides herself on organization, there aren’t many situations she isn’t prepared for. With a confident, laidback attitude and plenty of kind words, publicity and promotion come easily to her. Even amidst her busy schedule, Amethyst takes the time to relax and treats every customer like a friend.

Cornerstone: Amethyst of alliance Name: [redacted] Species: Foxian Age: 23 Pronouns: She/her Queer identity: Asexual lesbian Location: The Xianzhou Luofu Path: Harmony Type: Imaginary Voice lines:[classified] Character stories:[classified] Lightcone:[redacted]

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singular-ghost-sound · 5 months

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Ya know what.

I’m surprised I haven’t done this yet so here’s a get to know me!!

Hi my name is ghost (not my actual name just what I go by on here) and I am a gimmick blog that like a to *ghost sound* People. I for the most part do it COMPLETELY at random and will sometimes get someone twice on accident. You are welcome to ask me to *ghost sound* your friends. I will happily do so just send me the blog name!!

❗️disclaimer❗️

Unless a *ghost sound* is specifically asked for It is completely at random. Sometimes I will end up doing it to a bunch of people in the same fandom due to those blogs being what my tumblr is recommending to me at the time.

Anyways! Here is a quick few facts

•my favorite color is yellow

•I have an obsession with paper stars

•I am an artist in almost all medias

•I am the author/illustrator of my book finding color. I do have a blog for it I just never post on it lmao @finding-color (I’m gonna be trying to move most of my art and other things there tho)

•I use she/her pronouns but I honestly don’t really give a shit lmao

•I am QUEER

•I have visual snow syndrome and tend to always see static in my vision (joyful right?, Im also dyslexic, a I have a high chance of having tourette’s syndrome (i’m gonna start doing some doctors appointments to try and figure it all out lol)

•I am in a SHIT ton of fandoms but my favorite is transformers (prime and cyber verse are my favorites)

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND!!

This is a safe place for all. I will not hesitate to block for any reason that makes me or someone else uncomfortable, including but not limited to:

Homophobia, transphobia, pedos, unkindness, sending unprompted sexual messages (I don’t mind if you do that on your own blog just don’t on mine please), and hate in anyway shape or form

If you have any questions feel free to ask and I’ll add on!!

Also if any of all the colors and shit bothers you and make it to where you can’t read it let me know and I’ll make one without the crazy colors. I use colors in my post a lot because they help me see and read it better lmfao

Pfp by @regular-gnome

#editing in the tags after the facts cuz I forgot lmfao #text post #ghost sounds #singular ghost sound #get to know me #:)

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teruthecreator · 11 months

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TW FOR RACISM, CHILD IMPREGNATION, EUGENICS, & TRANSPHOBIA

okay @silvercistern! thats okay! if you dont wanna be here for this conversation then i'll have a conversation without you! for all those readers out there who might've missed it

FOR EVERYONE'S INFORMATION:

Side Quest is definitely one of the weirdest fics I have ever seen get popular, for several content-related reasons.

Firstly, the racism. She writes her Serizawa to be half-black, half-Japanese, which is a perfectly valid hc if not for how she handles this fact. Ignoring the moments of subtle racism she gives Reigen (having him comment on the apparent "sloppiness" of his afro--which she also refuses to call an afro, by the way--and also having him guess his race via his racial characteristics), she blatantly and openly makes Toichiro racist towards Serizawa in a way that I feel we cannot ignore. For example:

I shouldn't have to say that calling a black man a "slave" in any context is fucked up, but I will for the sake of this post! Since she already think I'm insane :-) Also:

Once again, shouldn't have to say this but I will: Saying a black man has a "brutal masculine appeal" is so obviously and blatantly racist while also being entirely unnecessary for his character! We understand, as both readers and watchers of the base material, that Toichiro is a bad guy. We do not need him to then become racist, borderline-pedophilic, and a supporter of eugenics! And if you need quotes for some of these points, I will include one that has both:

Even if he is saying that he won't facilitate the "impregnation of a child", why the fuck is he laughing about it? Just a reminder: Toichiro in canon is only a terrorist and a child abuser. Yes, he is a bad person. However, I think elevating his evil to this level removes any concept of character depth that you could possibly have, and makes the ending of this fic (where he is seemingly normal and fine, with both his wife and child in his relative good graces) all the weirder. But again, I'm insane, right? Oh yeah, one more point about Toichiro that I found from the comments:

Now this tells me several things. Firstly, it's that she lacks the oversight to recognize when there is blatant racism in her works of fiction. Which is questionable, but I'm willing to let that slide because people should always be given the opportunity to grow. HOWEVER, the second part of this tells me that the first part might be a lie!!! Because hey!! If you are headcanoning a person's parent as being a WHITE SOUTH AFRICAN WITH EUGENICIST BELIEFS, you are basically saying your character was raised by an APARTHEID APOLOGIST. So I really don't know how you can avoid the racism embedded in that statement.

Now, let's move away from Toichiro because he's not the only character she completely butchers with weird concepts. Shimazaki is a trans chaser in this fic.

That's right. I'm not kidding. He is a chaser.

Once again reminding you that I'm the insane one.

There is literally no reason I can see as to why she would write this, other than that it is supposed to be a joke. Now, as an afab trans butch, there is only so much I can say to this point, but I will still ask: Who is laughing here? Who is this joke funny to? Is it to the trans women, who have to deal with similar kinds of harassment each time they try to go on a date? Or is it the Shimazaki fans, who I guess aren't weirded out by their fav being a chaser? Or is it just you, silvercistern? Is it just funny to you?

That point brings me to one of my last points with context. She seems to enjoy throwing in random "edgy" topics for either shock value or a laugh, neither of which I think her wording lands on. I did collegiate improv comedy for all four years of college (yes that may seem pathetic to you, but it was fun)--if anyone knows how a joke should sound, I think I'm one of the few. And, frankly, none of these land. For instance, the repeated "joke" of calling Reigen a creep or alluding to him being a pedo:

But, again, me? I'm insane, apparently. If you take issue with any of this, like I did, then to her you are insane.

This is not surprising to me, given that she already had a kind of breakdown to my friend regarding when they asked if silvercistern could tag one of her fics with sa.

Here is the link to their post. I ask that you respect their wishes and do not send harassment to silvercistern (as that is my wish as well) and do not be weird to them in their inbox.

But this is why it does not surprise me that she 1. would private her twitter account when faced with even the slightest backlash, 2. would then talk about the situation to her mutuals to garner sympathy, and 3. not even bother to read a single thing I said, given that she replied to my post in less than a minute after I had posted it.

By the way, one of those mutuals? Yeah, they are literally a toichiro/shou shipper. Here's the proof:

Anyway, this is not an excuse to go harass her. I DO NOT CONDONE HARASSMENT OF ANY KIND. ANY OF MY POSTS ABOUT THIS SITUATION WERE MADE TO DIRECTLY ADDRESS HER AND THE ISSUES I HAVE. IF YOU FEEL THE NEED TO CHIME IN, DO IT ON YOUR OWN TIME WITH YOUR OWN POST. DO NOT HARASS HER.

So yeah. Guess this would be something an insane person does, right? lol

#mp100 #this is the last thing im saying on this. honestly bc im blocked and theres no reason for me to keep going #if she aint even gonna have the balls to read what i said #then theres no reason for me to prattle on other than this #AND IF UR ONE OF HER FRIENDS OR DICKRIDERS: LMAO #YALL GOOFY AS HELL #so tempted to add 'fucking insane' to my bio rn HJRBJHGRBJGRBJRBJHGRBHJGR #HEY. IM THE INSANE ONE. RACISM IS BAD AND SO IS SEXUALIZING KIDS #THATS CRAZY RIGHT? CRAZY

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xxlovelynovaxx · 4 days

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Do You Think Patriarchal Beauty Standards Don't Exist For Men And That Women Don't Participate In Them?:

Maybe it's my time spent in trans spaces where people talk about their experiences with gendered beauty standards before AND after realizing they were trans/transitioning, but this is very much not a "haha evil misogynistic men" thing (especially in a what, 30 second video about the making of a kids movie by Disney where they may not have even been ALLOWED to make such a comment??).

Like actually in fact cis guys and people presumed to be cis guys DO actually have their looks constantly OPENLY evaluated, often to their faces because "it's fine to make fun of men since they're the ones in power, its punching up to make fun of random guys" and so much of it is so deeply rooted in things like racism, fatphobia, and intersexism that any guy who isn't basically a (white) chad wojak knows EXACTLY what this feels like.

This is the kind of shit that gives men body dysmorphia and eating disorders at TERRIFYING rates. This is the kind of thing that absolutely drives men's suicide attempts through the roof (and doubly so for trans men).

Oh, right:

Y'all straight up don't think men have feelings or are human beings. The guys going "yeah haha sometimes it was awkward or sucked a little to have someone taking a feature of ours and going 'yeah that's not hot at all'," like no matter WHY you're doing it that's gonna suck a little. Everybody wants to think other people find them attractive that's literally normal let's take a bunch of drawings and see how you feel when I point out your eyes or nose or lips or cheekbones or ears or forehead or hair are not attractive to multiple people of the gender you're attracted to.

And since I know it'll matter to y'all: I'm pangenderfluid. Nonbinary intersex. I'm also fat, disabled, and neurodivergent. Quite frankly, I've never actually been treated as a binary gender fully, but I'll give the rare admission that I was neither raised a man (which, to be clear, is separate from my undisclosed agab), nor am I ever really treated as either a man or a woman now that I'm visibly a genderfreak.

I'm defending men (cis and trans) as someone who has experienced misogyny and transphobia from the patriarchy - from both men AND women and arguably more and worse from women - women who had significant power over me based in social class no less - my whole life. I'm defending men because quite frankly some of y'all cross multiple lines between "criticizing the patriarchy, misogyny, and misogynistic men" and "just being a bully to random men", and while it doesn't apply in this case, I KNOW y'all do this ALL THE TIME to men you actually have privilege and significant hierarchical power over (trans men, queer men, men of color, disabled men, fat men, etc).

But sure haha those men suck for the utterly misogynistic crime of going "oop it stings a little to have women pointing out your own features as unattractive, haha oh well"

("men should express their feelings" well this is what you do when they do You Are Literally Upholding And Reinforcing The Patriarchy Expressing Feelings Means Expressing "Negative" Feelings And Not Being OPENLY MOCKED For Them You Asshole)

#vent post

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thenasoneshots · 5 months

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Sebastian Oneshot - You Are the Reason

Requested?: No, please request, I need ideas…

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff? Kinda… I dunno what I’d call this

Reader's Relations: Blaine’s twin sister

Warnings: Mentions of transphobia, mentions of s*lf H*rm.

Other notes: Reader is trans, but it’s like not known information. The reader was born female but has been pretending to be male while at school. The first part is set during the former part of season 3. (M/n) means male name.

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I smiled to myself as I walked down the halls of McKinley towards the Choir Room after having been pointed the way by one of the students, my coat wrapped closely around me, covering up my Dalton blazer and tie. I soon came to the room, and knocked on the doorframe, due to the door being wide open, “I am sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if-” Before I could finish my sentence, Blaine had ran up and hugged me, nearly knocking the hat off my head, which would have revealed my longer hair.

“Oh, hello to you too, Little Brother. I missed you.”

“So who is this? Not that I care but just saying.”

Blaine let go of me and turned around to the rest of the group, “This is (Y-” I stepped on his foot giving him a glare, “My name is (M/n), I’m Blaine’s older brother. But that’s all you need to know,” I spoke, before turning to who I guessed was the teacher, “I came because I wanted to ask if I could try out for Glee Club. I recently transferred to McKinley from my old school.”

Before he could reply, Blaine had taken my wrist and pulled me over to the chairs, causing me to let go of my coat, revealing my school uniform underneath, leading to the same girl who’d spoken before to speak out, “Oh great. Mr Scheuster, are you really going to allow this? Some random guy walks in and doesn’t even need to try out? We don’t need two Warblers in our Glee Glub.”

I felt my eye twitching and I stood up turning to her, “Right. I will have you know, Little Miss Cheerleader, that I have no intention of leaking your ‘secrets’ to the Warblers. I left Dalton to come here.”

“Then how come you’re still in your uniform?”

“Because I wanted to have one last day in it before it gets ‘retired’ so to speak. If you want me to sing, I’ll sing,” I replied, taking my coat off completely and standing up.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=gxTRx4uurxs&si=DoXoEmsCa-2vyYGv - the song is Dark Horse by Katy Perry

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“I’ve been thinking. How come you sing like a girl?”

I felt a small pang in my heart and my heart rate started to increase but before I could say anything, Mr Schuester had spoken up, “Santana, that’s enough.”

“No, I want to know. Tell us. Why do you look and dress like a guy, but you sing like a girl?”

Instead of responding, I just stood up and ran out of the Choir Room, ignoring the calls of my name for me to come back. I just ran to the Auditorium and walked onto the stage, thankful no one else was there.

“(M/n)?”

I looked up at the voice and smiled slightly at Blaine, “Hi.”

“You alright?”

I shook my head and soon felt him bring me into a hug, “Just know I’ll never judge you.”

“I know you won’t, but others might... I don’t think people are going to understand. I don’t feel comfortable as a girl.”

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“What’s on your mind, (M/n)? You’ve been zoning out the whole time.”

I sighed, swirling the straw of my smoothie around in the drink, “Seb, you know how when we started dating, we agreed we would and could tell each other anything?” He nodded and I took a deep breath, “Well, the thing is, I apologise, but I’ve been lying to you. I was born a girl. I was allowed to go to Dalton cause I cut my hair a bit shorter and wore a binder to cover my chest. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but I’ve come to realise that I don’t feel comfortable with being a girl, so I’m going to undergo surgery to change my gender.”

Sebastian looked at me in shock before a smile took over his face, “That’s perfectly alright with me.”

I felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders when I heard him say that and I returned his smile, hugging him, “This is why I love you, Seb.”

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I squeaked as I felt a hand hit my head, causing my hat to fall off, in turn revealing my longer hair. This caused the whole Glee Club, minus Blaine, to gasp and I felt my face turn bright red in both embarrassment and anger.

“I told you there was something off about this one. Why’s your hair so long?” Santana asked, getting closer to me, a smirk on her face, telling me she’d been the one to knock my hat off. I felt my heart rate increase and I sighed, “Fine, I’m a girl, but I don’t feel comfortable as a girl, which is why I never mentioned it to you guys. I wanted you to just see the new me rather than the old me,” I replied, “But, I’d rather that fact stayed in here.”

Over the next few weeks, I started to get pushed against the lockers and had several slushies thrown at me as well as hurtful words said to me. It got to the point where there were times that I was late to Glee Club because I had to wash the slushie out of my eyes and change clothes. Had I told anyone I was now being bullied? No. Was I going to? No. Then one day when I walked into Glee Club after just having finished washing a slushie out of my eyes, something snapped in me, and I completely broke down, sobbing. Immediately, Blaine had rushed over, rubbing my back, not asking why I was crying, even though I could tell he wanted to ask why I was crying, but he knew I’d speak when I was really. Eventually with some time, and help from the other Glee Club members, I’d calmed down enough to speak.

“(M/n)? What happened?”

“Someone leaked it to the rest of the school that I was a girl and since then, not a single day has gone by where I haven’t either been pushed against a locker or had a slushie thrown at me. That’s why I’m always late, I’ve been having to wash it off my face and out of my hair,” I responded before being wrapped in a hug.

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“Mr Schuester, before we begin, could I make a small announcement?” I asked, raising my hand, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

“Of course, (M/n),” he replied, smiling at me. I stood up nervously, returning the smile and walked to the front, taking a deep breath, “So, over the past few months, I’ve been going through the process of changing my gender and… I had the surgery on Monday, which is why I haven’t been in since last week.”

Everyone’s faces erupted in smiles, and they all ran up giving me a massive group hug, but the moment was interrupted by a familiar voice, “So, does that mean that I’m back to being gay now?”

I immediately turned on my heel to see Sebastian leaning on the door frame, a smile on his face. I felt my heart pumping, knowing from that statement my friends would have worked out that we were dating, but before any of them could say anything, I’d sped over and grabbed his hand, dragging him out into the hallway, “What the Hell are you doing here?! Sebastian, you really shouldn’t be here. I mean, I’m happy to see you, but why?”

“Warblers practice was cancelled due to several of the boys being ill with the flu, the annoying thing about Boarding Schools, illnesses tend to spread more easily. Anyway, I came over 'cause I wanted to see you.”

“What you mean is you want to know what song we’re planning to beat you with at Sectionals, right?” I giggled out in a joking way, but when he stayed silent, I stopped laughing, “You’re not joking with me… That’s why you came?!”

“(M/n), please..”

“Please what? Do you even love me or was this just a cruel game to you?”

“Listen, I.. Fine, I’ll tell you. We need to break up.”

“What…? Why?” I asked, as the tears started to come to my eyes, “You’re joking this time, right?”

“No, I’m not. I’m sorry, (M/n), but it’s for your own happiness. Your friends know we’re dating now, and I know they don’t like me, so I’m saving you the job of breaking up with me when you eventually choose them over me.”

“But… I can explain to them. They’ll understand that there’s more to you than the ‘massive arsehole’ they see you as.”

“Maybe. But the point is, I know they don’t like me. Goodbye, (M/n),” and before I could say anything else, he’d turned around and was walking down the corridor away from me before slipping out of my sight. I wiped my now tear-stained eyes, and took a deep breath, trying to make it look like I hadn’t been crying and walked back into the choir room, walking straight over to my bag. I picked it up, took my headphones out and connected them to my phone, before walking back out, not saying a word to anyone. As I was about halfway down the corridor in the opposite direction to where Sebastian had gone, I felt a hand on my wrist. I sighed and paused my music, turning around to see Blaine there.

“What?”

“Why?” he asked, “Out of all the people you could choose, you pick him. Let’s not forget he threw a rock salt slushie at me, (M/n). Why?!”

“I thought, after I’d got to know him he was rather charming, but I can see you were, no, you all were right about him. He is just a heartless asshole.”

“Wait a minute... This is the same guy who you were singing praises about how nice he was to you all the time, literally yesterday, what changed your mind?”

“He broke up with me! Is that what you wanted to know?!” I all but screamed in Blaine’s face before reaching for my headphones again, “I’ll see you at home. There’s something I want to do.” I walked off, putting my headphones back on.

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I gave up trying to hold tears in and let them cascade down my face as I went through my locker, taking down all the photos of Sebastian and I. Most of them were him kissing my cheek while I wasn’t looking, or vice versa, all of which had been taken by other Warblers, them knowing of our relationship, and being sworn to secrecy not to tell anyone else, “There goes my heart beating ‘cause you are the reason, I'm losing my sleep. Please come back now and there goes my mind racing and you are the reason that I'm still breathing. I'm hopeless now.” I started singing softly to myself as I either tore up the pictures I didn’t want to keep, threw them in the bin, or, on the rare occasion that there was someone else in the photo, usually one or more of the other Warblers, I just scored out Sebastian’s face and put them in my bag so I wouldn’t have to see them whenever I opened my locker, I'd climb every mountain and swim every ocean just to be with you and fix what you've broken. Oh, 'cause I need you to see that you are the reason.” It was true, apart from Blaine, Sebastian had been the only one, prior to me telling the rest of the New Directions, about my dislike for my gender, and my want to change it, “There goes my hands shaking and you are the reason my heart keeps bleeding. I need you now and if I could turn back the clock, I'd make sure the light defeated the dark. I'd spend every hour, of every day keeping you safe…”

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“And I'd climb every mountain and swim every ocean just to be with you and fix what you've broken,” I sang out standing on the stage in the auditorium, as for some reason we’d had Glee Club in there rather than the choir room, “Oh, 'cause I need you to see that you are the reason…” The assignment for the week had been ‘Heartbreak’ and that song had been the first one that came to me after what had happened two days ago. I quickly took my seat again, not wanting anyone to see that I was about to burst into tears again, and tried to calm myself down.

That was when I heard my phone go off and I quickly took a look at the caller, gasped, and asked to be excused. Mr Schuester nodded, seeing that it was a phone call and I quickly thanked him, standing up and answering, dashing out of the auditorium, “Nick? Why are you calling me? I’m in Glee practice right now!”

“I’m sorry for interrupting your practice, (M/n), but I thought you’d want to know that your boyfriend is in the hospital.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Huh? But aren’t you and Sebastian dating?”

“No, he broke up with me, literally two days ago.”

“Oh..” Nick replied, and even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he had a surprised and confused look on his face, “Well, he didn’t turn up for Warblers practice yesterday and then Mr (Insert random teacher name) came and let us know this afternoon he’d been in an accident and was in the hospital. When me and Jeff got there, Sebastian’s parents told us he’d been talking about you since he woke up. It was something about ‘Must see (M/n). Need to say something’ or something like that. He needs you, please come…”

“Well, you can tell Sebastian to shove it up his arse. He broke up with me, claiming it ‘for my own happiness’, and said that it was ‘to save me the bother of doing it when I chose the New Directions over him because my friends hate him after he threw that slushie in Blaine’s face. Now is there anything else? Or can I go back to rehearsals?”

I heard Nick sigh on the phone, “It’s up to you, but just to say, I can tell he regrets breaking up with you.”

I just rolled my eyes and hung up, putting my phone away and walking back into the auditorium, sitting down.

“Everything okay?”

I nodded, “Yeah... just a family matter,” I replied, “It can wait until Blaine and I get home, Mr Schuester.”

“If it’s a ‘family matter’ then why wasn’t I told too?”

I rolled my eyes, “For crying out loud, Blaine. How can Mum call two people at once? She called me and asked me to tell you when I could. Which will be after Glee Club is over for the day.”

A few minutes later, we were finished and I saw Blaine take out his phone and message someone. His phone dinged and he turned to me after checking it, “Why did you lie to Mr Schuester about that phone call? Mum said she never called you.”

I bit my lip, “Because no one would actually care about the truth anyway. Plus I’m still trying to decide myself on what to do. Sebastian’s in the hospital. It was Nick who called me earlier to tell me. He said something about an accident and that Sebastian had been wanting to talk to me since he woke up. I’m not going though.”

“(M/n). You should go and see him. If he wants to talk to you, should should at least do that for him.”

“Oh, so you’re on his side now? Blaine ‘He-threw-a-rock-salt-slushie-at-me’ Anderson. Why are you saying I should go and see him in the hospital? I thought you didn’t want me to be with him.”

“While I still don’t like the idea of him dating you. If he wants to talk to you, you should go. Perhaps he wants to apologise.”

“What? Like how he apologised for nearly blinding you?”

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However, Blaine managed to get me to go and see Sebastian and I was surprised to see him lying on the bed, a heart rate monitor attached to his arm, and his forearms covered in bandages. Only his forearms… everywhere else was clean, well apart from his hands and face having bloodstains on them… That’s when I worked it out…

“Alright, out with it. Why did you want me to come? And why’d Nick lie to me about you being in an accident? This clearly was not an ‘accident’. You did this to yourself.”

“(M/n)? You came?”

“Obviously… Now answer my questions,” I replied, tapping my finger on my arm, an unimpressed look on my face.

“Mum, please can we be alone?” Sebastian asked, turning to his mother, who had been sitting by the bed, reading a book. She stood up and left, not before giving me a ‘This is all your fault’ glare. I gulped and walked closer, to Sebastian after his mother had left the room, knowing she, for some reason, blamed me for Sebastian trying to kill himself.

“Now, answer my questions. Why did you want me to come?”

“All three are connected. The answers to your questions, I mean. I wanted you to come because I wanted to see you, I did this to myself because of how I hurt you. I still love you and I couldn’t live with myself after seeing your face when I broke up with you. A face like yours should only ever have happy tears streaming down the cheeks. My mother told me to break up with you. I know she doesn’t like you, but I couldn't disappoint her, I regretted breaking up with you after I saw your face. Finally, I asked Nick to tell you I was in the hospital. Honestly, he didn’t know the whole truth either, all he knew was I’d managed to slice both my arms, so he probably just assumed it was some form of accident. Could you ever forgive me?”

I gulped and saw the tears rolling down his cheeks, the beeping of the heart-rate monitor slowing down.

“(M/n). Please. I need to know if you forgive me. The doctors said I still don’t have enough blood in my body to go on for too long, but I want to know if you forgive me before it’s too late.”

“Do you promise you’re telling the truth? You didn’t want to break up with me?”

“Yes, I’m telling the truth. I didn’t want to break up with you, my mother forced me to.”

“Sebastian, what’s your blood type?”

“Why… Wait… Really?”

“Just tell me your blood type, Smythe,” I replied leaning down and gently hugging him.

“A-, does that-” Before Sebastian could finish his sentence, a nurse had walked through the door, “Oh hello, are you-”

“Let me donate blood. Please. I’ve got the same blood type. I’m begging you.”

“(M/n), you don’t have to.”

“Yes. I do, Seb. Please, Miss Nurse. I know I’ve got the same blood type as him. I can give him blood, just let me.”

“Are you sure? If so I’ll go and get a doctor.”

I nodded eagerly, “Yes. I can tell Sebastian doesn’t have enough blood in his body due to all he lost and I know it’s at a point where he could die due to the blood loss. Please.”

The nurse smiled at me and nodded, “Okay. I’ll need your name so we can double-check you have the same blood type. Then a doctor should be in.”

“Of course. (M/n) Anderson, although it might still be written as (Y/n).”

“Thank you. A doctor should be in in a few minutes.”

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About 15 minutes later, Sebastian’s heart rate was back up to what it should be and his mother came back in. I stood up from the chair I’d been in and let go of Sebastian’s hand, my heart racing as I knew she was going to do something to me, probably saying I’d overstayed my welcome and shouldn’t be there so I closed my eyes, bracing myself for impact, but was surprised when I was wrapped in a hug. My eyes shot open and I blinked at her words, “Thank you. You saved my son’s life!”

“Y-you’re welcome Mrs Smythe. I was just doing what anyone would do seeing a person in ne-Wait a minute, don’t you hate me? Why are you hugging me?”

“You saved my son’s life, and I can see that you make him happy. I apologise for forcing him to break up with you.”

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“A-are you sure you okay with having Sebastian as a brother-in-law, Blaine?” I asked as he helped me tie the bow tie on my tux, as I’d never been good at it and he was an expert.

“If you’re happy, (M/n). I am. I know he was not very nice and did some bad things, but I know you love him and I am willing to put my dislike for him aside for your happiness, as you are my brother.”

I smiled and hugged him as he finished tying the bow tie, “Thanks, Blaine. You are the best brother ever.”

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So this is over 3500 words… It’s been in my drafts half-written for ages, and only recently did I get an idea to finish it. It morphed into this and is now very long… Oh well… Curse the over-creative brain, and I have another Glee oneshot idea which will be the next one to be written.

#glee #glee x reader #sebastian smythe #xreader #trans ftm #ftm reader

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darkstarofchaos · 5 months

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Unpopular Opinions: EarthSpark Wishlist Edition.

Was going to give some thoughts on S1 a while back but never got around to it, so eh. Let's look ahead to S2 with some things I'd like to see and some I wouldn't.

Characters:

Ironically, the one character I wanted to see but didn't think would fit the show seems like he's actually going to appear. I've already written up an extensive Prowl wishlist, but to summarize: socially awkward and seemingly cold or rude, but nice once you get to know him; either not a cop or an ex-cop; disability optional but strongly encouraged. Also, if he's going to have low empathy or a strongly numbers-based approach to the world, don't villainize him for it.

Aside from Prowl, the only characters I have strong feelings about are ones I don't want to see. Basically all of them are MTMTE/LL characters, but the only ones I'm going to call out specifically are the DJD: I feel like they would need to be a season-long threat to be properly utilized, and since we've already had one major "hunt down Decepticons" plotline, I'm not interested in seeing another.

Not a deal-breaker, but I'd rather not see any more gender-swapping. I don't mind Ravage or Nova Storm and I warmed up to Frenzy, but Skywarp just doesn't feel like the same character. By which I mean I wouldn't be able to write her the same way I write him, because the way I write him would be a female stereotype applied to her. And I couldn't do her relationship with Starscream the same way either (same goes for her relationship with Thundercracker if he shows up). So as far as fanfic goes, she's literally a different character who I'd need to approach completely differently, and I just. If you need a bigger female cast and you can bring in characters like Hardtop and Skullcrusher, you can give little-seen female characters some time in the sun. Do that instead.

Pairings:

So first off, kudos to EarthSpark for finally producing a Megatron & Optimus dynamic where they actually feel like friends, but that's all I see them as, tbh. In fact, there's only one pairing I have any interest in so far, and that's MegaStar. And with that being said, I would like to see some development between them in the next season. But not Megatron trying to make things right with Starscream: Starscream deserves to have his desire for distance respected. Instead, put them in a situation where they're forced to cooperate and let them start to work things out from there. Maybe some apologies that neither is required to accept (we don't actually know what Starscream might have to apologize for in this universe, but I'm sure there's something).

As far as potential future pairings, I guess I wouldn't hate TaraProwl. On one hand, I would prefer as few IDW influences as possible, but on the other hand, the monsterfucker in me wants someone to pair Tarantulas with. But if they're going to interact, I need Prowl to not be a jerk and I'd love it if they didn't already know each other.

Other Random Desires:

Minimal IDW influences.

Normally I wouldn't think about this in a Transformers show, but after the Mother's Day episode: no more holiday episodes please (I will make an exception for an Independence Day episode that highlights recreational explosives as a horrible way to celebrate. Seems perfect for this show).

Still torn on whether or not I want to see Nightshade become aware of transphobia, but I'm thinking not. Won't say no to having more trans/nonbinary characters, though (I will make an exception to the no gender-swapping thing if the swapped character is explicitly trans).

More disabled characters! If not Prowl, then someone (was kinda disappointed that Twitch's optic got repaired by the Magic, not gonna lie).

Okay, that's all for now. Might revisit this when we get a trailer for S2.

#transformers #transformers earthspark #Unpopular Opinion #The desire for disabled and trans characters might be the only points that aren't unpopular

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electronicdelusionstarlight · 1 year

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Like holy shit, people really pre-ordered that shit, people really wasted 70 fucking euros on this shit, fucking assholes committed the CAPITAL SIN of preordering a triple AAA Game before release just so they could be Transphobic or Anti-Semitic on main and now they are going to bear the fruits of this mistake, like holy shit this whole shitshow had MULTIPLE red flags even before the fucking Anti-Semitic Plot and the whole JRK Transphobia issue, and they just barrelled past that into wasting 70 EUROS on a fucking generic, mid wizard RPG.

WITH 26 SPELLS.

Like, holy shit guys, THIS IS THE FUCKING GAMEPLAY.

I am astounded, I am at a loss of fucking words, this is the most generic basic bitch shit ever, we see a total of FIVE spells being used by the player character.

1) Generic red bullet colored red.

2) Generic red bullet colored red but with a gliph in front of you so now it casts on rapid fire.

3) Area shield/shockwave, only one with a minimum of flair.

4) Generic red bullet but on fire.

5) Levicorpus.

This has no fucking impact, the screen is completely empty and reduced to drab dark colour and the extent of your impact in the game is fucking small red bolts, this feels like shit watching it let alone playing it Fucking Dragon Age Inquisition as a Mage did this shit better 10 years ago, and that wasn’t exactly a masterpiece of combat mechanics, the fucking random ass dodge rolls to bait the souls fans, the fact the ENEMIES EXPLODE INTO NOTHING WHEN DEFEATED no knocked out bodies no corpses nope, this is all shit that was done way better with way less of a team behind it DECADES ago holy shit what the fuck.

IT’S A FUCKING DEDICATED WIZARD GAME.

WITH 26 SPELLS.

MOST OF WHOM LOOK LIKE SHIT.

This is going to be an extremely mediocre game, this is going to be the Ghostbuster 2016 of the fucking right, they are going to defend this generic, shovelware, slave owning, rebellion quelling simulator with generic ass “Loyalist Warrior” goblin enemies coming at you one at a time with their axes and saying generic snivelling evil shit before every strike.

I am at a loss of fucking words that this whole fucking situation is being had over one of the most generic ass shit games I’ve ever seen holy shit.

Now more than fucking ever just skip on this one, don’t pirate it, definitely don’t buy it, don’t give Rowling more money and validation, don’t fucking play the fucking goblin rebellion quelling simulator game, because you can’t even fucking go “well at least it’s fun.”

Because holy shit it fucking doesn’t look like fun.

This looks boring as fuck.

Wizards of Legends managed to get 206 unique spells each with a different feel and impact and satisfying casting animation.

This shit has 26.

And most of them seem to be variations of a generic red bullet to shoot at enemies till they explode.

#anti hogwarts legacy #like holy shit

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wikagirl · 8 months

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Allow me to introduce you to: Salem!

Name: Mitsuki Salem Hale

Age: 24

Height: 162cm

Voice reference: Snapcube on youtube (yes the sonic realtime fandub person, penny)

Salem is the older sibling to gigi and middle child to the Hale clan. Originally, just like all their other siblings, they were supposed to take on a position as a higher up in the company, but ended up choosing not to. Just like their father, they just didn't feel like the coroporate life was fit for them, it felt oppressive and restricting with all its social rules in the office and while dealing with other companies, the plain environment of the facilities and the never ending mountains of paperwork.

So they opened a bar on the spacestation in orbit of Cernunnos. At first things were great, a regular flow of travellers passing through and workers from the station as well as from the planetary rehab team came by to grab a drink after work, watch the sports broadcast and just hang out. And then the planetary rehab team got their own base down on the surface.....and then the base had to be shut off from outsiders due to a containment breach in the labs of the research department. Sure they got to open back up when the containment breach was resolved, but the customers just never came back the same as before and salems pride refused to let them allow their parents to slide them a little cash to give the bar a makeover. They refused to be just a nother nepotism baby.

And luck would have it that the new owner the handsome jackpot was looking to expand her empire, always ready to strike a deal to further her business ventures. Salem had seen moxxis broadcast from the underdome before it went down in flames thanks to a certain jackass, they had seen her on tv when she got interviewed as the new owner of the handsome jackpot. The way she carried herself, the charisma, the confidence, the poise, it was something salem aspired to be one day. And so, after a having to hype themselves up for two weeks, one mental break down and several evenings spent on the couch at home sobbing to their father while eating dino nuggies, they finally sent a message.

Anxiety wouldn't allow them to eat until a reply slid into their inbox which then quickly turned to them sobbing hystericly on the floor out of happiness. Moxxi was invited over to tour the premises and they had a deal.

The bar got a makeover, a promo campaign and business got back to buzzing! Sure salem wasn't the owner anymore, but they were still management of the local and in the end they got to stay where they felt most comfortable, behind the bar.

Some random tidbits about them:

they are physically intersex thanks to the XXY chromsome deviation. (this is a legit thing one of my irl friends has btw)

They dress very femminine which, for some reason, makes some idiots think it's okay to disrespect their identity more than when they dress masculine, these idiots usually don't last very long against their regulars

They have a little sign they can flip through, like these little flip calenders, with different pronouns on them, while on shift they prefer to go by he/him just to mess with the customers who instantly assume they are female due to their looks and to filter out all the bad eggs right away, no space for homophobia and transphobia under their roof!

outside of work they usually stick with they/them tho as they see themself as the physical manifestation of being nonbinary. Their second most used pronouns are he/him.

While on shift they go by Nixxi, Moxxi thought it would be a cute idea to make the xxi name ending a brand thing.

They themself don't drink any alcohol. They hate the taste, they just like mixing drinks.

Look more like one of their aunts than either of their parents

Former breastcancer patient. Wears prostetic/silicone breasts now if they feel like it, but usually not. Find it really entertaining to be able to just yeet dem tits into a corner after a long day

moxxi calls everyone sugar, nixxi calls everyone honeybun

their father refers to them by adjectives instead of pronouns most of the time, it started as a joke and ended up sticking. Sassy it the most commonly used one.

The bar has a stage that is usually decorated with an assortment of instruments, sometimes bands play there and if you ask nicely you can also go up there and try your best to impress the audience. When they open they like to sometimes just sit ona chair on stage and jam on the accoustic guitar until customers come in.

When they're not at the bar or at home you can usually find them hanging out at a store run by one of their friends. It's a mix between an occultism and vintage clothing store.

Prefers icecream with a vanilla flavoured base and chunky addons like cookie bits

the only thing between them being fully tatooed and pierced all over is their fear of needles

Character theme: confident – demi lovato Songs 5 they'd listen to: That don't impress me much – shania twain I love rock 'n' roll – Joan Jett one way or a nother – blondie hot stuff – donna summer Maneater – nelly furtado

#angelo you sassy piece of shit this character is for you!#I love love love love love their design it took me so long but it looks so good *pats myself on the back*#personality wise I'd say they're a mix between deb from q-force and a sksksk hydroflask vsco girl #they are probably the “supproting side character” to the main trio that the trio hangs out with the most #because I use their bar as a bit of a meeting hub #not a lot of the stories I write actually happen in places we've seen in game lmao #because to me the fun of fanwork lies in wondering what else is out there besides what we've allready seen #alternative outfits will follow when the hyperfixation returns #salem hale #borderlands oc #myart

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gayseyjones · 2 years

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I think it's important to remember people aren't mad about people buying checkmarks because We Hate Fun And Want To Control Your Money but because staff has repeatedly put it's marginalized users at risk despite claiming it's the "queerest place on the internet". like that time they let people blaze transmisogynistic propaganda and refused to take it down even after they were emailed about it. or the time they blazed antisemitic propaganda and refused to take it down. or the time they blazed actual suicide notes and refused to take it down. or the fact that they paste up ads from racist alt-right hate groups and refuse to take them down. and while doing all of this they Insist that posts people want to blaze are Hand Checked By Real People To Confirm They're Safe, which either means 1. They're lying about this and the posts are actually checked by an AI or nothing at all, putting users at risk while refusing to acknowledge their mistakes & refusing to take it down, or 2. Actual staff members are indeed checking them, approving Literal Hate Speech, and refusing to take it down. And despite this. Despite all of this. People have convinced themselves that tumblr is still some Indie Self-Expression Freedom Of Speech Utopia that absolutely fucking NEEDS their $8 or it'll shut down within the week. you guys post about your boycotts and petitions but when it's time to Actually Not Purchase Something That Supports People Who Hate Us you act like your hands are tied. The fact is that tumblr will never actually tighten up their policies on hate speech and racism and homophobia and transphobia until we force them to via cutting their flow of cash because otherwise? there's no stakes in it for them. they literally could not give less of a fuck about how unsafe this site is for minorities as long as you're still lining their pockets. and yet you guys have decided that spending $8 for a PNG to show up next to your URL on the dash is still more important. and don't even try to "no ethical consumption under capitalism" your way out of this one. there is a fucking world of difference between a poor person having no choice but to buy products made via cruelty to scrape by vs. some random blogger throwing money at a site that fully supports hate speech for. what. what is this for. is it for a bit? the bit isn't funny. log off.

#💖#ok to rb but if weirdos start gettinf on my nerves you have to pay ME $8 okay?#q slur

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comfortunit · 10 months

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ALSO also this is tangential at this point but i love to write fiction with characters who are against or outside of the gender binary and i thought like, an entire series where the characters singularly and only use It for not only the protagonist but another really important character, a fictional universe written to exclude transphobia from the outset with nonbinary minor characters thrown in at random, and you still have people misgendering the fucking protagonist and finding ways to write in misgendering it into the text. at least i could pretend people would respect my character choices when i look at mainstream fandoms but seeing the like rampant transphobia in a series that is trans itself? heartbreaking. depressing. made me want to put down my pen for a whole moment (not even getting into how much "person treated like product/who had their agency invalidated learns how to direct their own life" narratives mean to me and expecting to see people who got that theme instead of. treating it like a product to force to do whatever they want. do people not see the sad irony there. its like seeing an anime girl whos character arc is "people objectify me against my will and i fight against it to reclaim my personhood" and then watching the fandom/company turn around and only sell/interact with highly sexualized shit of her. like i THOUGHT people who were fans of something showing corporate and consumer hypocrisy would be a lil smarter! ive underestimated the average persons ability to be in denial of things and themselves however) ok ok im done sending my silly little asks i hope you have a good rest of your day

right, and a MAJOR theme of mbd is, as martha wells put it (i'm paraphrasing), 'the 'ugly' parts of trauma that no one talks about'. murderbot is traumatized and it's a person but it is repulsed by the idea of being 'humanized'. it just wants to be comfortable after so much time spent being told what to do, what to be, everything. prescribing it pronouns other than what it itself has 'written' in its DIARIES (wow a concept... 🤯 first person pov. fucking mind-blowing, y'all, firsthand experience actually lets you know how someone thinks/feels/perceives things. i know. it's crazy), forcing things onto it, projecting things onto it, that it never opted in to... it's just more of the same. murderbot's ultimate goal is to feel like its own person, it wants to BE. it's literally a struggle for autonomy, and i'm sure humans in-universe and in the fandom alike, they just don't get it, they think murderbot is going about things in a counterproductive manner like "oh if it hates the company so much then why is it still so attached to being a secunit and protocols and all this bullshit?" like god do these people have any fucking idea how trauma works? have they ever understood the trauma of others? my guess is a resounding NO.

and re: my gripes about it being aplatonic and no one fucking caring enough to give it the decency of this canon fact in their fanfic re-creations of it; it GETS MAD at perihelion for trying to FORCE its emotions out. and people write this off!! because they want to believe this is like "aww it's MAD because it LIKES ART" like actually people who care about each other can be terrible to each other! and not everything is secretly cute and adorable! a big POINT of network effect is that ART DOESN'T GET IT; it DOESN'T know what murderbot wants, it DOESN'T know how murderbot feels. it DOES NOT GET IT. the fandom insists on smoothing everything over because the idea that murderbot might have genuine feelings of hate, or intrusive feelings that it both is internally upset with but also embraces... it's like they can't fucking handle this complexity. they can't. they act like they can and they can't fucking handle it, or i wouldn't see it represented so fucking atrociously in fanfic, lmfao.

it's fucking INFURIATING !!!! 🤝

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bettyweir · 2 years

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My Bandmates A Vampire

AU: Benny and Ethan never grew up together, their lives followed their previous movies Brandon (The good Witch) for Ethan and Gabe (Radio Rebel) for Benny.

After Benny’s dad is unable to take care of him any longer, he is forced to move away from his semi successful high school band, and move in with his Grandma. After Ethan’s Dad finalizes the divorce with The Good Witch, he gets a new step family in Whitechapel. How will these supposedly normal teens deal with this town filled with vampires, witches, werewolves and new families? Oh the horror.

Chapter 1

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Benny picks up his bags and swoops his guitar behind him to give Gavin one last hug. No way would this be the end of their friendship, but it was the end of their time together as bandmates. They tried to see if recording separately would work but it was just a frustrating mess.

“I’ll call you right when I land.” Benny gulps, trying not to let the thousands of emotions he's feeling out.

“I’ll be waiting on that call.” Gavin gives him a warm smile, holding Tara's hand.

Funnily enough, that sight just made everything a bit more sour. In a way, it feels like she won. She got the guy and gets to live happily ever after with her wonderful radio show and amazingly talented, beautiful, rockstar boyfriend.

Thankfully, he was able to get out of the TSA check line before rushing to the bathroom crying.

Fuck, man.

At least this doesn't have to be forever, just until he's able to move out. He can visit. He can come back. Gavin will still care about him.

He repeats these thoughts over and over to try and believe them, but it's hopeless. He's stuck in this bathroom crying, stuck in this airport for hours, stuck in some random woman's house in some bumfuck town in the middle of Canada for months.

He shoves his face into his hands, wheezing and crying harder than before. Fucking Canada.

…

As Ethan’s dad pulls down the garage-like door of the moving van, Ethan steps back and takes a sigh of relief.

Packing was a pain in the ass, but the hard parts over now. Just one 14 hour drive between him and his new life. He was so excited to finally get out of this town. No one’s really treated him the same since he was outed by his Mom.

He knew she meant well, but she didn’t have enough foresight to see that a midwestern town wasn’t exactly the best place to be openly trans. And there wasn’t enough magic in the world to cure Middletown’s transphobia.

His mom rushes over to give him a hug goodbye. She hugged him like she didn’t want to let go. “Ethan.”

“Yeah?” he pulls away from her hug.

“I want you to take this to remember me by,” She places a purple guitar pick in the palm of his hand. “Whenever you miss me, just strum your guitar, and you’ll feel right at home.”

“Alright, thanks mom. '' He gives her a half smile, and jumps into the moving van.

From the passenger window he sees his step family. His mom’s boyfriend and his daughter, Lori, are waiting at the door for him to finally leave. It’s still so weird to see strangers in the home he grew up in. Well it didn't matter now, he’s got a new home in Canada, with a fresh start.

“I’ll see you in two weeks, okay baby?”

Ethan waves out the window goodbye with a smile, he keeps the window down and at the first turn on the interstate, he chucks the pick out the window. No more magic for this guy.

#my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitters a vampire #mbav #benny weir #ethan morgan #My Bandmates A Vampire #fanfiction #fanfics

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theremina · 1 year

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I fully expect to get shouted at for saying this. I still think it’s worth saying. ❤️‍🩹

The amount of reasonably well-off white people I’ve observed losing their entire shit over crappy AI theft these past couple months is… well, it’s completely understandable, of course.

But let’s unpack the fervor pragmatically.

As a classically trained full-time professional musician who has been honing their own craft since early childhood, and as someone who is used to being taken for granted, undervalued, even exploited, by folks who literally have no idea how much work and expense goes into doing what I do, I keenly relate to frustrations concerning algorithmic AI theft.

That being said, never have I ever observed a single one of the most reactive, aggressively angry white professional artmaking chums lashing out blindly over this problem come anywhere close to the same level of agitation regarding far more brutal atrocities: systemic racism/sexism/transphobia/homophobia, the climate crisis, Roe being overturned, anti-science / antivax rhetoric, etc. Yanno, shit that’s literally, directly killing people and the planet.

Some of the same dudes screaming “unfriend me if you’re going to post that garbage, and btw FUCK YOU” at the world right now are the same men who’ve opined in the past that I shouldn’t “get so worked up” over various systemically violent, directly life-threatening issues faced by millions, even billions of us.

Listen, I’m not saying artists don’t deserve to be concerned or upset. I don’t use any art generating AI myself, in large part bc I’ve seen how much needless pain and stress it’s causing a lot of my loved ones. For me, personally, it’s not remotely worth it.

That said, a lot of the same white, predominantly male artists we’re all watching yell at Cloud right now use Spotify, right? No judgement. I do, too! And a lot of you enjoy music with synths or samples that reproduce piano or string or drum or horn or choral vocal sounds? And you’ve probably watched a bootlegged television show or two in your day, yeah? Or resorted to 12 foot dot io?

Meanwhile, you’re out here literally damning random non-artists to hell for making corny-ass AI selfies? That’s the hill you’ve decided you wanna die on? Okay…

OR! Or, hear me out, what if you allowed your personal frustration over this issue to radicalize you less selectively? Mebbe? Could ya try showing up with a fraction of this passion to support reparations for Black Americans, or the safe and legal reproductive rights for half the population, or combating climate crisis, or disability rights, or universal income, orororrr, etc?

Look, I dunno. We live in an abattoir. Times are only getting tougher. Maybe before you decide to have another Totally Normal One that involves howling directly in the faces of disabled and low-income folks who aren’t in the fine arts or commercial arts industry and probably can’t afford a boardwalk caricature right now, let alone a $1K commission for you, you could try hitting the pause button, take several deep breaths and ask yourself: “am I picking healthy battles?”

(This is the exact same advice I try to give myself every single time I get worked up about something that isn’t literally life-threatening. I do not always succeed, of course. My shit stinks, too!)

Butt. Maybe next time you observe a friend getting excited prompting images for their own personal pleasure by using AI, consider restraining yourself from calling them a “lazy thieving scumbag”? Remember, not everyone can afford decades of training and school. How is your Facebook buddy who’s happily making endless Beksinski/Moebius/Ryden-derivative computer doodles for their own personal satisfaction managing to trigger your biggest, scariest threat response?

There gotta be some middleground between “woo this AI fad is fun and harmless” and “my barista friend sharing Meitu-lookin cybercosmonaut selfies on IG is stealing food directly out of my family’s mouth” worth exploring.

Sincerely, I get why folks are upset. But maybe don’t bring a nuke to a knife fight.

I promise you, this is a lesson I have personally learned the hard way. Maybe it doesn’t have to be so hard for you? Or —and this is my main concern, tbh— so hard on people who don’t deserve to be your punching bag.

I dunno. I’m just a bit shocked at how emotional some of you are able to get about this specific issue when your chosen line of work is largely run by rapists and racists and robber barrons. (Oh my!)

#maybe baby #ai art discourse #art theft #copyright #outraged white men #pick your battles #don’t bring a nuke to a knife fight

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