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untoldsoup · 2 months
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This is a sequel!! Please read "Change" first!
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Chapters One and Two: you are here.
Chapter Three: here
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This took a long time to make and I put my heart and soul into it so let me know what you think!! I'm hoping to have chapter three out by March but its a really big chapter so it will take some time :)
Anyways, this is the start of the comic! I jump right into things so hopefully it isn't to confusing. Also this is pretty much the last time you see Bowser's human form, it's mostly koopa from here on out. This comic will be pretty long so its going to take a long time to finish but I hope everyone will enjoy it! I will have content warnings for the next chapter as things start to get crazy moving forward.
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asksavel · 11 months
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"No, I am not Dravol's mother anymore than Kyu is. We are, essentially, both of her Godparents~"
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mythologyfolklore · 2 months
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Erlang Shen: *Hands Nezha a gun* Go do crime!
Nezha: *gasps* YIPPPEEE! *Runs off with the gun*
Taiyi Zhenren: *chuckles* I see, you've come to realise that trying to tame my dear student is like turning the tides.
Erlang Shen: *sighs in resignation* No, I've just learned my lesson about trying to force my principles onto others. I just want him to be happy.
Taiyi Zhenren: Good to know! Because if you make him suffer, I will gouge your precious eyes out. So be a good dad to him. ^^
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pop-goes-the-weasel · 7 months
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We Ride at Dawn
(Quincey teams up with his friend Miguel to save a third friend Henry from being forcibly married off. They escape on horseback. It ends happily. No one dies)
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Quincey was woken from his dreams by Miguel’s reaching in through the bedroom window and tapping on his shoulder. It was early morning.
‘’Quincey, we have work to do.’’
Quincey was up in an instant.
‘’Quick. I have breakfast with me. We can eat as we ride.’’
He ran to tell his brother Robert that he was leaving, put on a broad-brimmed hat and settled on Mariposa.
Miguel handed him buttered toast slathered with honey. The bag was bulging, promising a hearty meal.
‘’Quincey, do you know of Lochinvar?’’ Miguel was now a school-master.
The fourteen-year-old Quincey eagerly shook his head. ‘’Of course! He is the gallant knight of Walter Scott, whose lady-love is to be wed to another. He rides to her father’s home, all alone, on her wedding-day, dances with her, swings her onto his saddle and rides off into the sunset.’’
‘’Quite right. It is time for us to play the part of Lochinvar. Only this time, it is not a fair Ellen, but just our good friend Henry Chapeuax who is to be rescued.’’
‘’Why? Is he marrying already?’’
‘’Hmph. Apparently his father has concluded that the best way to strengthen his business is to marry him to the daughter of his business partner. Poor Henry, he has no inclination to be married. I hear he cries all day.’’
‘’But why do we not know of this wedding? They live just twenty miles away!’’
‘’My friends there say it is a hasty, secretive affair. You do not want too many people tp be there when your son is weeping at the altar.’’
They rode for much of the day and rested for a few short hours. When they reached their destination, it was the last hours of night, and first sickly, pinkish rays could be seen.
Quincey found Henry in a worse state than Miguel had described. He had spent most of the night praying prostrate, passing in and out of consciousness, his face muddy with the endless tears mixed with the grime on his cheeks. On seeing his friends, he rubbed his eyes and tried to put on a brave smile,
Miguel bent low over him and said, ‘’Dry your tears Henry, we are here. Just do as we say.’’
Quincey walked over to Mr Chapeaux and put on his most winning smile. ‘’Please, oh please, Mr Chapeuax, let us teach Henry this dance, it is so pretty, everyone will like it at the Balls.’’
Chapeuax looked at his cherubic face and thought, ‘’I hope this excellent boy can teach something to my good-for-nothing son. And they can’t help him run away, for they can know nothing of my plans.’’
Meanwhile, the three of them walked down the vast passages of the Casa Chapeaux, intending to go to the courtyard for some alfresco rehearsals, which Quincey convinced Mr Chapeaux was absolutely essential to learn the dance. As they were crossing the foyer, he stopped dead in his tracks.
‘’The horses! They must be secured in the stables by now.’’
‘’Not quite so secured. My friend works there.’’
Out in the open-air, the lessons began. Quincey guided. ‘’See, it is not too difficult, 1…2..3…1..2..3.. Now raise your heels, now turn.’’ The dawn air invigorated Henry, who was now smiling, They practiised in broad circles, whose centre would shift with every turn. Soon, they were quite near the stables.
Before anyone could guess what was happening, Miguel sprinted and returned with the horse. Quincey jumped on his and dragged Henry in front of him. The three of them shot out into the rising sun.
Chapeaux, however, was quick to catch on. His thundering calls aroused all of the servants. They were ordered to make preparations for the chase, but they proceeded as slowly as they could. Henry was a very sweet boy, and they all hated to see him doomed to such a life, aged just nineteen. Despite the best efforts of the servants and stable hands, Henry found a whole posse of father, uncles and cousins behind them. Quincey urged Mariposa on.
‘’Quincey! Quincey! I am slipping!’’
‘’Wait. Let me just lay you across the saddle. No Mariposa, don’t slow down. I am holding Henry, he won’t fall.’’
All three reached the Morris’ safe and sound. Somehow, Henry had managed to straighten himself up on the saddle mid-chase. It was arduous, they escaped only because their pursuers could not keep up with their great speed. The horses were foaming at the mouth and Henry begged them to stop so that the horses could rest.
The days passed very happily for Henry. Robert’s spare wardrobe fit him like a charm. He spent many hours each day matching items of clothing in various colour combinations. The rest of the day was spent in reading, painting and walking among Robert’s flower-beds.
One day, not many days after his escape, Chapeaux showed up in their drawing-room. Henry ran and hid in Quincey’s closet. Robert positioned himself in front of his siblings and discreetly placed his finger on the trigger of his pistol.
‘’Morris, I want my son back.’’
‘’I do not turn away anyone who seeks shelter under my roof, least of all someone as innocent as your son.’’
‘’Morris, I am warning you…’’
‘’No. I am warning you. My sons and I are both men of action, we do not waste our words. Stand here any longer, and you risk being thrown out.’’
Chapeaux looked once at the face of Mr Morris, then at the at face of Robert, and thought it was best to leave. Isabella, Quincey’s younger sister gave a whoop of joy and Quincey himself hopped on one leg.
And Henry lived happily ever after.
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salemsimss · 1 year
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[Text Message] Isaac: hey
Isaac: can we talk about last night?
Ezra: wdym?
Isaac: about us
Ezra: nothing happened last night.
Ezra: u might want to lay off the molly next time
Isaac: [Scoff] What a fucking liar...
Isaac: fuck you then.
Isaac: Prick.
[Catcalling]
Isaac: Fuck off.
Man 1, from a distance: Rah! 'Low it, man.
Isaac: You think I won't fuck you up?!
Man 2: [Hushed] Leave it, man!
Isaac, internally: I wonder if there's anything interesting going on today...
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[Distant chatter]
Woman: Uhm, excuse me. You can't smoke here.
Isaac: I don't care.
Woman: I'm sorry?
Isaac: Apology accepted.
Woman: [Scoff] You might want to learn some manners, young man. That attitude of yours is disgusting!
Isaac: Your face is disgusting.
Woman: Right. I'm calling the police!
Isaac: Call them. See if I care.
Isaac: Pathetic.
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Sorya: Hey, Tom, I don't suppose you know anything about Isaac Osario, do you?
Thomas: Why? He's not been giving you any trouble, is he?
Sorya: No, nothing like that. Just heard someone mention him, that's all.
Thomas: Oh, another rumour going around about him then? [Clicks tongue] Either way, he's not really someone you want to mess with. He's pretty ruthless.
Sorya: What do you mean?
Thomas: You really don't know, do you?
Sorya: Tell me.
Thomas: Okay... So you probably at least know about the whole theft stuff, right?
Sorya: Mhm...
Thomas: But he's pretty ruthless on the streets too, he'll fight anyone, and he doesn't care how badly he gets hurt as well.
Sorya: Jeez...
Thomas: Hey, did you hear about the guy who got stabbed in the neck just outside Gosford Street?
Sorya: Yeah?
Thomas: People are saying that it was Isaac who stabbed the guy.
Sorya: Why would he do that?
Thomas: No idea! I don't even know if it actually was him. It's all rumours for now.
Sorya: Well, do you believe in those rumours?
Thomas: Honestly, no. Like yeah, he's a violent shit with anger issues, but I don't think he's the type that would actually stab someone, y'know?
Sorya: Yeah, that's fair enough. How old is he anyway?
Thomas: Not sure. Probably around our age, maybe slightly younger?
Sorya: Hmm...
Thomas: Hey, are you sure he hasn't done anything?
Sorya: I'm certain. I think I saw him once the other day. He's got black hair with blue in the front, right?
Thomas: Yeah, that's him. Always seen in baggy clothes too, huh?
Sorya: Yeah... It's just- he looked young, so I was just wondering.
Thomas: Wondering about what?
Sorya: Does he not have any family, or someone close to him at least...? Surely, they wouldn't let him go around doing stuff like that?
Thomas: I don't think he does, to be honest. Even if he did, I don't think they'd want to know, cos I sure as hell wouldn't.
Sorya: Hmm...
Thomas: They've probably all given up on him at this point.
Sorya: You think so?
Thomas: Yeah, the guy's proper gone off the rails, he's probably too far gone at this point. And to be fair, there's probably not much that we can do. So I wouldn't bother trying to help him at this point. He's a lost cause.
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Sorya: So how did that night at The Wave go?
Thomas: Oh my God, you would not believe what had happened!
Sorya: Tell me everything.
[Laughing in the background]
Thomas: Prepare to get wrecked, you little shit!
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chaoticspacefam · 2 years
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[Oneshot] How To Pacify A Sith
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Alt title: Angy Sith (Pureblood) Survival Class 101 /jk
I wrote this one like a couple months ago and then totally forgot to post it anywhere outside of discord oopsie! So here, have this! I wanted to try out “present tense” writing for this piece cause it’s not a style I often use, but if there are mistakes esp. with the verbs/adverbs, this is why and I apologise and will correct any mistakes as they are pointed out to me! XD
TMW a Force sensitive gets so mad that even Force-blind people around them can ✨feel it✨ and you know if you don’t de-escalate that shit right now it’s gonna end badly jsgdjkgdjkdg Good thing Koth knows his girlfriend well enough to talk her out of it tho! 💖
Obligatory disclaimer that Rai is very highly emotional in the first place to start with, even before we take the whole Umbara thing into account, and she’s even MORE emotional/defensive when it comes to her partners. She doesn’t mean the things she’s saying right now, she’s reacting (knee-jerk style), out of anger and fear and that’s the entire point of this oneshot. She does care about Theron as a friend and she would absolutely not say these things about/to him if she was thinking straight. She is not thinking straight. That’s 👏 the 👏 point. 👏 Saarai’s reaction to the whole Umbara situation are not a word for word representation of my opinion of Theron Shan as a character and should not be treated as such. I like him (as a friend for my characters), but he messed up here and now he’s gotta deal with the consequences of his actions. I shouldn’t have to say that but to avoid any potential dust-ups with that side of the fandom, I am doing so (and will not be putting this in the theron tag out of courtesy for theron fans, I will be tagging as “theron critical” just to avoid potentially upsetting any mutuals/friends who I know like the character and might have that tag blocked so pls use your own discretion if you choose to go on and read this anyway! 🤗 ❤️), I cannot believe that I have to specify this for some of you people but in the interest of saving my time and sanity here it is in clear black & white for you 🙄
CW: Spoilers for the Crisis on Umbara flashpoint, violence/death threats towards a pretty popular character in the fandom, and swear words below the cut. Do not read on if you might be sensitive to any of the themes/content mentioned in this warning. I am not liable if you ignore this warning and/or choose to not read it and click through anyway. Use your braincells and do not willingly expose yourself to triggers so you can start a fight with me, thank you <3
Everyone's staring.
...the Empress' muscles are wound tight as coils, ready to strike at a moment's notice. Her sulfur-yellow eyes are glowing, and fixed on the blast door that Koth and Lady Occulus are currently standing in front of, blocking the way. He takes another step towards the Pureblood and fights every instinct that tells him to turn tail and run away as she bares her fangs and snarls like an enraged tuk'ata. "Saarai-"
"Koth. Move!" she booms, it's an order, not a request. He stands firm, hands out, palms up. "I said MOVE!" there's an unnatural, almost ethereal echo to her voice, and even a Force-blind individual like Koth can feel the sheer power radiating off her in waves. She's dangerously close to going over the edge, and if it had been two years ago, when they had first met, maybe he would be afraid that she would. But not this time. He knows Saarai, he can get through to her. Lady Occulus does not share the pilot's optimism.
"Vortena." the Darth's voice is sharp-edged between worry and warning, and he knows she too is poised to lunge across the small gap separating them, to pull him back and take his place instead...because if anyone currently standing in that hallway has the physical strength to withstand the full brunt of a rampaging adult Pureblood hitting them with all the force of a Star Destroyer, it's Saarai's twin sister.
Koth freezes, turns his head to glance at the other Sith out of the corner of his eye and insists, firm but gentle. "I've got this." Occulus grunts and eyes him with trepidation, but doesn't move an inch....for now. 
"I know you're mad." Okay, that's an understatement; she's raging, exuding enough "Pissed Off Homicidal Sith" energy that the whole damn corridor is crackling with it, with the Pureblood at the epicenter. His words earn him another deep, guttural growl: "I'm gonna gut that bastard!" "You're not. You said that about me last year on the Gravestone, and I'm still here." the pilot counters, taking another, bigger, stride forwards. Saarai's eyes zero in on him. Good. He's got her off the door, theoretically off Theron and onto him, and that's a start. Another step lands him right in front of the Empress, and when she stoops down closer to his height Koth chuckles internally. Even if Saarai thinks she's doing it to get in his face and be intimidating, she keeps making this so much easier for him.
Koth continues speaking slowly, using his words to distract Saarai from the movements his hands make at the same time. He carefully reaches up to cup her face in his palms, and ignores the panicked huff of breath from Occulus as the other Pureblood realises what he's trying to do, too.
Saarai won't hurt him. Koth knows that, and he wishes Occulus would acknowledge that because he knows that deep down she knows it too.
"Easy. Shhh-shhh, shh. It's me." He shushes her soothingly as the Empress flinches when his hands touch her skin, and for a moment he blinks, having forgotten just how hot it could get when she got into a state like this. Her spurs continue to rattle, but she doesn't rip herself from his grasp, or fling him away, though she does grind out through clenched teeth: "He hurt Lana-"
"I know, yeah." Koth croons in agreement. But they both knew their partner had survived far worse than a single blaster bolt to the stomach before. She'd be fine. Probably pissed to all hells at Theron too, but that was a problem for them to tackle together after Lana was allowed to leave the medbay. "And that's like the button, I know, honey...I know."
Someone shuffles nervously and Koth doesn't dare look back to find out who, but he has to pull her attention back to him before she gets distracted or this is going to go really wrong, really quick. "Hey, look at me. Don't look at them, Rai, look at me. Easy..." he exhales a quiet breath of relief as the glow emanating from her irises flickers, then starts to fade. "H-He could have killed her, killed Vano!"
"He didn't. He didn't. I'll take you to see her just now." Koth promises, and once he's sure she's calm enough not to bite his nose off, leans in to press his forehead to the Pureblood's. "I'm not exactly happy with the lunkhead, either. I'm gonna punch him in the nose for you, cause I can do it without rolling his head onto the floor." "Koth..." it's half a growl, this time, but the echo is dissipating, even if her face is still dour. He has to pay for this. "We'll deal with it. But you and I both know if you go in there and kill him now, you're gonna hate yourself for it later, love." the pilot whispers, finally lifting his head again as the Empress exhales a shuddering breath....
And keens in distress, deflating into his arms, and her rage with her. "That's it...easy, I've got you, I've got you..." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she keeps whimpering, over and over again.
The pilot drops with her, half staggering beneath her weight, but he refuses to let her go. He knows she needs him right now, and so he cradles her head against his chest as best he can in that position, running his fingers through her hair in a comforting motion. "I know. Its okay, Rai...I've gotcha. I'm right here, shhh shhh shhh~"
He hears everyone behind him breathe out, half in utter amazement and half in relief.
It’s over. He actually pulled it off.
"You. Are a madman." the Empress' twin grumbles at him as she approaches to help him support Saarai's weight more comfortably - damn, if this was going to be a regular thing he was so gonna have to work out more. "She could have killed you." The Zakuulan scoffs. If he didn't know better, he'd almost think it sounds like Occulus was trying to scold him. Had she been worried about him? "I told you. I've got this."
#swtor#elven's writing#swtor fanfic#subterfugeverse oneshot#crisis on umbara spoilers#theron critical#theron shan critical#swtor oc: saarai ahaszaai#the outlande#LS! eternal empress#(she's not acting like it in this particular oneshot but she *is* i swear skhskhsk)#koth's life flashed before kas's eyes here *FOR SURE* she was standing there like#kas: great now i will *also* have to explain to my sister how she mauled her bf because he won't listen to me and not poke the angry tuk'ata#what kas (and others) often forget is that rai and koth just *get each other* so yes; koth absolutely *can* talk rai down out of shit#that even kas or lana might struggle with. that's just how their vibe/bond works ;3;#also...i love them <3 if that wasn't clear lol)#koth vortena#saarai/koth#tw: threats of violence#tw: violence#tw: death threats#(ICly as said...rai's thoughts here do not reflect a) her rational thoughts/feelings or b) my feelings as the author)#theron absolutely does not deserve to be hurt for what he did but he *does* deserve reprimand for trying to murder his boss *and* his friend#in a really dumb/poorly executed plan. he done goofed and he's gonna be losing clearance priveliges for it for a while#he's got some reflection/apologising to do sjkhsksgs#also yes friendly refresher that as per my headcanons for subterverse; adult purebloods hit HARD and it is HURTY#add ''i am angry asf and not excercising emotional regulation properly like i normally would'' to the mix and it would be like#being hit by a fckn...semi-truck going wayyy over the speed limit or some shit#koth was sorta-kinda stupid here but its ok bc it was an ''i know what i'm doing and am 100% confident she won't hurt *ME* kinda stupid XD#(kas still thinks he's an idiot & was *very* concerned for his wellbeing yes lmao)
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kish-go-squish · 2 years
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Was anyone else’s elementary school weirdly against authorities? Like kids were regularly saying their dream job was to beat up police officers, and most kids had a screwdriver in their bag.
I once had a kid threaten to saw my legs off, and it was a genuine possibility.
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shawmlinsitly08 · 5 days
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// tw: verbal abuse, threats of violence
I HATED feeling suddenly Guilty whenever I wake up. It's that persisting feeling where whatever happens is all going to be pointless or whatever I did for today or few days ago is not enough. Maybe it will Never be enough.
This guilt only intensified last month, after my parents got my grades card, that I got yelled and threatened by my 'dad' for my low grades - name called, shamed, guilt tripped, compared.
Called me "abnormal" several times, compared my grades like a student who doesn't attend to classes, and if I don't rise my grades by the next school quarter, I will get punched to the point of bruises.
And my mom just sat there (who was also Not happy about my grades) letting it happen as I was being emotionally destroyed; not intervening.
The worst part is, hours later, he pretended that never happened. Kissing on the cheek as if to "fix" what he did to me. That he still "loved" me despite that.
Disgusting. And unjustified.
And then two days laters, as I was eating breakfast before going to school, my mom (who was across the table) confronted me again about my grades. I don't even remember what she said, I was too ashamed to look at her. I do know that she Fucking compared me to a student (as an example) where they were struggling with home life yet still did well at school. In contrast, I, with all my basic needs provided (minus emotional needs), struggled with school despite my decent home life.
Do you know how much it hurts to be compared like that?
As a result, I'm afraid of school for failing. That if I fail, I might get more hurt because it. The fear of failure because my fear of being hurt. Not necessarily physically but you get the point. Being more prone to guilt than before.
It was hard... That it pushed to open up to any trusted people in my life, online and offline. In school or not. Friends, guidance counselors, an online mutual, and two trusted teachers. Anything to lessen the weight in my chest.
It helped more than I thought. And I didn't know I needed to do it than ever. I'm glad that people like are willing to listen to me. Even if I doubt that they will.
I am forever grateful to have them in my life. It may not be much but for what it's worth, I'm thankful for them.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 9 months
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I was taking an exam at school, except Chica from FNAF was there and if I made one wrong move she’d fucking kill me.
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isaacisunsure · 3 months
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Hold me back someone better HOLD ME BACK IM BOUTA BEAT UP A BIGOT REAL QUICK
(Went to her blog, and the fact that she is also supporting terfs doesn't surprise and does disgust me. You can't be in support of all women and say that women are unfairly treated and be a terf. Pick a damn struggle. You're supporting the very thing you hate men for doing!)
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obae-me · 1 year
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could we get some hcs of the bros being protective? like i'm imagining a scenario where you're walking with them down the street and someone starts being a creep to you so they step in to scare them off :> also hi i'm glad you're back!!!
Absolutely you can! I love protective headcanons, they bring me life. Also, thank you! I'm glad to be back!
They'll Always Protect You
TW: Threats and a bit of violence. More in just the fist-fighting kind of way but more violence is implied. Demons gonna demon. As always, read safely!
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Finally. School exams were over, there was no busy holiday approaching, no big event to be planned. At last, you felt as if you could stand back and take a deep breath. At least for a day or two. So, taking the opportunity while it was presented to you, you asked one of the brothers to hang out for the day. Nothing super special, just some time to spend away from the others, away from the House and RAD. No magical shenanigans, no curses, poltergeists, potion mishaps, just you and him.
Luckily, it turned out exactly like you wanted it to...at the start anyway. After having lunch together, you two were simply walking down the Devildom streets, having casual conversations about upcoming plans, recent moods, that one weird server at lunch, just whatever the two of you could come up with, enjoying each other’s company. Then a phone call interrupted you both. It was his phone.
Not a call he could skip apparently. After all, they all are very busy demons. Being Demon Lords came with many responsibilities. You allowed him to take it as long as he wouldn't take too long. This was supposed to be your day with him after all. So, picking up the call, your choice of brother stepped into a nearby alley to have whatever bit of privacy he could have.
Not moving too far away, you simply took a few steps down the sidewalk to look into a storefront window display. You didn't have long before some random demon decided to lean against the glass, a little too far into your personal space. "What'cha looking at?" They asked, clearly just getting you to talk, not interested in your answer in the slightest. The way they hovered rubbed you the wrong way, and whether or not they did it intentionally, they got in between you and the alley where the bother you brought with you was.
"Can I help you with something?" You finally asked, not intending to actually assist them, just wanting them to scram.
"Whoa, no need to sound so accusatory!" They got a little closer, eyeing you strangely. "Just having friendly conversation." Their hand raised and settled on your shoulder, their grasp moving you closer to them. 
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Lucifer
All at once, the street gets coated in shadow, all the lights flickering before dying completely. There’s this heavy looming presence that takes the attention of everyone in the immediate vicinity. The demon who had the gall to touch you seemed to know their fate without needing to turn around. 
Lucifer is furious. Every part of his body is stiff with that cold and silent burning rage. He doesn’t have to say anything, only staring down at the demon, his eyes glowing a fiery red with his chin slightly raised. 
The other demon scrambles, losing their footing and crawling over the Devildom ground as they flee with their lives while they still have the fortune of keeping it. 
Lucifer waits, making sure that his presence is known, letting everyone know that he is with you. 
The street goes silent in respect, everyone moving along quickly and quietly. They all scatter, avoiding Lucifer’s wrath, leaving you two practically alone.
After a moment, the light returns to the lamps, Lucifer’s wings tucking against his back. He hadn’t been in demon form before he took the phone call. He takes his gloved hands and dusts off your shoulder, implying the demon had left it dirty just by touching it. 
“These mongrels can’t control themselves and let you have any sort of peace, can they?” He scoffed, his shoulders still tense with irritation. 
Still a bit stunned and embarrassed that such a scene was made on your behalf, you looked away from him. “You didn’t have to go that far. Nothing happened.” Not yet anyway, and you knew as much, you just...didn’t know what to say in that moment. Not when someone just emptied an entire street for you with just a glance. 
“Enough happened.” There was the smallest waver to his voice. “Their intention alone warranted my actions, and that was me being merciful. You are far too important to be treated in such a manner.” His voice sped up, almost running on one of his regular lectures, with you being the subject matter. “Exchange student or not, you should be able to walk down a simple street without having to worry about being bothered by some miscreant with an agenda. If I have to enact such a performance like this again, I will do it without hesitation over and over again till I am ensured that every crooked soul down here will know better than to harass you.” He finally took a breath. With a little glance, he raised one of his eyebrows, his voice softening. “You do not agree?” 
“I...don’t know. I don’t disagree, I just...” You’ve never been protected like this before. Not on such an extravagant scale. 
He picked up your implications, toning everything down to a more casual level. “I see.” He took a step to stand right by your side. “Come,” he offered his hand to you should you want to take it. “Let us not allow such trash to ruin such a fine day. Such beings like that aren’t deserving of another thought, you understand?” You nodded and he reacted with a peaceful smile. “Good.” 
Mammon
“Oi.” That single word was said in a deathly serious tone. 
Stupider than anyone gave them credit for, the demon turned around to see who was trying to talk to them. Much to their surprise, they came face to face with Mammon, his head tilted so far to the side, his ear almost touched his shoulder. 
There was a look in the demon’s eyes that flickered between a bit of fear and a little bit of amusement. “Listen, man, I’m just talking to our buddy here.” With a movement to their pockets, the demon pulled out a bag of Grimm. A big one, coins threatening to spill through the bottom of the bag purely from the weight. “How about I give you this and you just let me-” 
The next split second was a complete blur. All you were able to see was a flash of white and gold before the demon that had their hold on you was suddenly gone. 
Mammon stood right by your side now, looking down the sidewalk as the demon who had tried to bribe him was face down on the ground several feet behind you. They had severely underestimated him, either completely unconscious or painfully unable to move. 
Not wanting to stick around, Mammon gently grabbed the fabric of the sleeve around your wrist, leading you away from the scene with swift steps. You silently tried to keep up with him, stunned with the way he was presenting himself. 
After turning onto a different street, he finally turned around to look at you, that frighteningly serious expression still there. “They didn’t do anything to ya, did they?” He was examining you for any wounds or signs of distress. 
“Uh, no...not really.” They probably would’ve if...You took a deep breath. “I’m alright,” you assured him, hoping he would go back to acting like he usually did. 
“I’m not stupid.” 
“I didn’t say you were,” you blinked, still thrown off by the whole thing. 
“Then don’t lie to me and say you’re alright,” he frowned. 
You gave him an awkward chuckle, feeling a bit of guilt that you did the same thing that other demon had done and underestimated his true feelings. Mammon always understood more than anyone gave him credit for, you know that. Why did you assume this was any different? He knew you weren’t alright. Looking at your feet, you took a deep breath. “I’m a bit shaken up.” 
He was silent for a while, his grasp on your sleeve tightening, acting like it would be a sin if he let you go. Then he raised his head, looking at you intensely. “I’ll always be there for you. I’m your First, got it? And any demon who tries doing something like that again will get more than just a fist to the face. So...just know I’ll keep you safe. Nothing will get in the way of that, you hear me?” 
You managed to smile at him genuinely feeling safe just being around him. 
He beamed back, a little bit of mischief flashing over his face. In his other hand he held out the bag of Grimm the demon had tried to offer. Mammon must’ve taken it during the scuffle. “Anything you want today, anything at all, we’re getting it for ya.” 
Levi
A stuttering voice suddenly called your name, Levi stepping out from the shadows with his arm coming up to cover the bottom of his face. His eyes couldn’t stop fluttering between the two of you. “W-what’s going on?” 
“Just catching up with my friend!” The demon beside you proclaimed. They tugged you closer, putting their arm around the back of you. The movement sent goosebumps over your arms. 
“I’m not-” You tried to explain, but the demon gave you a sudden squeeze. Their way of telling you to shut it. You shot Levi a look, pleading to help you out of the situation. 
“Friend?” Levi’s eyes went dark. “You know nothing about them. You don’t get to call them your friend.” His tail unfurled behind him as his demon form came into full view. “That’s something I’ll never understand about normies like you. You think you can just call anyone you meet at random a friend. Do you know the time I’ve taken to get to know them? The effort it takes to feel comfortable with someone?” All the stuttering and nervousness that usually excluded itself in him was fully gone. 
The demon next to you looked a little confused, but their grasp on you was loosening as they considered whether or not messing with you was worth it.
“If you really are their friend, answer this for me,” Levi continued, relying on his trivia knowledge, only, you weren’t used to yourself being the topic at hand. “What is their favorite movie?” 
It was at this moment, the demon knew they were in far too deep. They had just planned to toy with you, maybe take your soul while they were at it, and now they were being quizzed by one of the Seven Sins, one who was clearly very dangerously close to summoning Lotan. Moisture began to cling to the air around you all. However despite this, the demon decided to give a half-hearted answer, perhaps in a last ditch effort to remain unscathed. 
“You’re wrong,” Levi scoffed. With a dramatic snapping of his fingers, a void opened behind him, water bursting forth from it, inches close from washing you away. Before that could happen, Levi’s tail wrapped around your waist and brought you to him, watching as the demon that had failed was consumed by the torrent. Once the water stopped, the demon was nowhere to be seen, droplets of water dripping off of store roofs and making the sidewalk shimmer. 
All at once, Levi’s temporary confidence dropped, his tail unraveling from you quickly. “I-I’m sorry, I just got so caught up in-in everything. I didn’t mean to grab you, I just...” 
“Thank you for saving me...” You took a moment to breathe and let the stress try to flow away. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” 
As everything began to sunk in, Levi shouted. “Ahhhh, a quiz? That was the lamest thing I could’ve done! All my other brothers probably would’ve just beat them up and-and been done with it!” He clutched his head in embarrassment. 
“I can’t believe you even remembered something like that,” you assured him. You thought you had only mentioned that fact once. 
“Oh...of course I did,” he blinked. “I...uh...try to remember all the details of yourself you tell me. I guess...I couldn’t help but try to prove myself since I’m not used to...wanting to protect someone like that before...” Then all the sudden, his stance turned into one of determination. “But don’t worry, I’ll do it again! A hundred times if I have to! Because...that’s what it means to care about someone.” 
Satan
A shudder could be felt through the ground beneath you. The air suddenly filled with a thick tension. 
Satan came out of the alley, walking with calm steps, a smile on his face. “MC? Who’s this?” 
Recognizing who he was, the demon with their hand on you froze, but seemed a bit confused at the friendliness they were being greeted with. “Oh, I’m just one of their friends from class. Just thought I’d chat with them a bit.” 
“Oh, I see.” Satan outstretched a hand, holding it out for a casual handshake. “Nice to meet you. I don’t think we’ve been introduced.” He seemed to beam when the demon put their palm against his. They both gave a single shake...but when the other demon went to release their hand, Satan still clung on. The demon tugged their arm...but to no avail. Panic flared in their eyes as Satan’s hold tightened. 
“Say,” Satan started, voice still curiously peaceful. “Do you like riddles? I’ve been rather fond of solving some as of late. Do you want to hear one?” Not allowing the other demon to answer, he continued, the green hue of Satan’s aura flaring up under his feet. “As morning’s free I’m filled with glee, all four limbs attached to me. By nightfall’s end I’m filled with dread. Nothing left besides my head. What am I?” 
The demon trapped by Wrath began to hyperventilate, sweat running down their forehead as fearful tears filled their eyes. They nearly fell to their knees. “I...I...” They stuttered. 
“Correct.” Satan grinned. “I’m glad you’re smart enough to solve that at least.” Then all the sudden he let them go, timing it perfectly with the struggle so the demon fell backwards with their own strength. “You should run off now,” Satan suggested. 
The demon fled with a lightning fast speed, with a strong likelihood of never seeing you face-to-face again. 
The thickness of hostility still clung to the atmosphere. When you looked to Satan, his hands were shaking, struggling to wrestle his intense anger, probably working to keep it together for your behalf. 
“Thank you,” you whispered, swallowing your own anger, trying not to get stuck in that twisted loop of questioning people’s atrocities. Slowly, you stepped closer to him, holding one of his hands in yours. Just the touch seemed to help calm him a bit. 
He took a deep breath, holding his head a bit. “I’m just glad you’re alright. If something else would’ve happened, I might’ve...” 
He could burn the Devildom down for you. 
He straightened his back, gathering his thoughts back together. “Thank you too,” he finally shared. “I don’t feel guilty when I’m angry for you...it feels like my wrath has a purpose...it’s not meaningless...if that makes any sort of sense.” He hardly was ever hesitant about his words, but he struggled with them now, perhaps a bit self-conscious at his sudden vulnerability. “Anyways, I think a calmer activity is what we need. How about we head to the library? And don’t worry, I won’t leave your side again.” 
Asmo
“Oh, well hello there.” Asmo sauntered out of the darkened alley, leaning against the shop wall to look at the demon with their hand on you. There was a flirtatious melody to Asmo’s voice, but his eyes hinted at a deeper feeling. “Who’s your friend here?” 
“I-” You tried to speak but were cut off. 
The demon shrugged their shoulders innocently but kept their claws on your shoulder. “Just getting to know them a bit, no harm in that is there?” 
“Of course not!” Asmo exclaimed, moving away from the wall coming up right to the demon. He suddenly curled a hand around their chin. “In that case, I want to know all about you.” Surprised, the demon took a step back, unsure of what was happening. Asmo moved his hands down to the demon’s shoulders, rubbing them. “Aw, what’s wrong?” He asked, a fake pout to his lips. “I thought you liked this sort of thing; putting hands on strangers.” He got in close, lips close to their ear. “Not so fun when it happens to you, isn’t it?” 
As the demon stuttered, Asmo quickly stomped his heel down onto the demon’s foot. The demon gasped in pain, moving backwards, but before they could escape too far away, there was a brisk slap as Asmo’s palm contacted the side of their cheek. The force of the impact was strong enough to have the demon spin, falling back onto the ground. 
Asmo looked at his fingernails to make sure they were fine before flicking his wrist in a motion to shoo the demon away. “Get your ugly face out of our sights. Oh, but before that...” He pulled out his D.D.D. making sure to snap a picture of the demon in such a pathetic sight. Shamed and bruised, the demon rushed off. Asmo tucked his device away before approaching you promptly. “Are you alright, dear?” 
“N-not really,” you answered honestly. 
That response made Asmo glance down where the demon had fled, eyes filled with malice. But with a sigh, he turned his soft gaze towards you. “Are you good with a hug?” He waited till you nodded before he wrapped his arms around you, swaying you back and forth a little. One of his hands protectively curved around the back of your head. “How dare anyone treat you like that. Not pretty behavior at all!” He pulled back and cupped your face in his hands, making sure you seemed alright with the touch. “With a face as lovely as yours, they should’ve known you were totally out of their league!” Flattery aside, his voice went serious. “If you’re ever in trouble like that, call on me as soon as you can. I don’t want anything bad ever happening to you. Not even a single tear.” He let his hands fall from your touch. He then playfully winked. “It doesn’t matter how far I am, I’ll always make it to you. I can run perfectly in heels you know.” 
“Thank you,” you managed to smile at him, your mood a bit lightened. 
“Oh, don’t thank me for something so simple, dear. Just keep me by your side and in your mind, and know you are loved and protected.” 
Beel
Beel scratched the back of his head as he stuffed his D.D.D back in one of his pockets. He paused at the spot where he remembered leaving you at, looking around for you. As soon as he spotted you, his eyebrows furrowed. He came over casually, head tilted a bit to the side. 
Beel was apparently not the person the demon had expected to see. They were visibly nervous. And for good reason too. However, despite the fact that Beel was considerably larger and stronger, the demon still tried to worm their way out of trouble by lying. “Hey,” they pretended to ask you, resuming the conversation that the two of you never had. “Is this who you were talking abo-” 
“Is this demon giving you trouble?” Beel questioned bluntly, skipping needless assuming and wasteful back and forth. He got to the meat of the matter in a few seconds. 
All you had to do was nod. 
Beel’s eyes narrowed, demon form revealing itself in a flash. Reaching his hand out to the side, Beel yanked out the nearest streetlamp from the ground with a movement so simple he might has well pulled a petal off a flower. He turned with it, his arm reeling back before he realized the demon was completely gone. They had fled the instant the lamp was touched. Beel’s face returned to it’s neutral expression, placing the streetlamp where it should’ve been. Only the light didn’t turn back on...and it was crooked...and there was a suspicious Beel-shaped hand indent in the metal pole. 
“Oh, I broke it.” A little bit of guilt formed on his face. “Lucifer won’t be too happy.” He turned, coming up to you. “You okay?” 
“Uh...” Still a little rattled at the whole thing, you responded honestly. “I’ll be okay in a little bit.” 
Old memories probably came to his mind, ones where he arrived and acted a little too late. “I’m sorry,” he frowned, looking downcast. 
“No, don’t be, it wasn’t your fault at all...Thank you for protecting me. You kept me safe,” you assured him. 
He seemed to brighten at that. “Of course...It’s what I do. You and my brothers, I’ll protect all of you always.” With a gentle gesture, he gave you a little hug, making you feel like you were protected by a warm and comforting shield.  He pulled away after a moment, looking down the street behind you. "Do you want something to eat? That always makes me feel better. I'll carry you there if you want. That way, no one can mess with you again."
Belphie
(This segment contains Mild Spoilers if you haven’t finished the first portion of the game) 
“Say, did you want to go somewhere?” The demon asked, trying to lead you further down the street. Your mind started to race with all the self-defense lessons and spells you had been taught to use in situations like these. 
"No." You stated, taking a step back. "Leave me alone."
"Well..." The demon suddenly didn't look so 'friendly' anymore. "That's pretty rude, don't you think?"
You scowled, eyes flickering to where Belphie was supposed to be. There was no sign of him. “I have someone with me, you should leave now.” 
“Oh?” The demon laughed a little. “Yeah, I saw. Belphegor, right? The one everyone knows hates humans?” The demon squinted, giving you a shove in the opposite direction. “You picked the wrong demon to put your trust in.” Those words settled into your chest with a cold pain. “I bet he’s already run off or found somewhere to take a nap rather than keep an eye on you.” You continued to back up, but the demon just kept following you. You considered trying to run for it. “Just face it,” the demon smirked. “Don’t fight it. After all, there’s no one here to protect you.” 
All the sudden, a chin rested on your shoulder. You flinched, but felt a surge of relief when a familiar yawn rang through the air. How did he get behind you? You hadn’t even noticed him moving around. According to the look on the other demon’s face, apparently they hadn’t noticed him till now either. 
“Can we go home now?” Belphie asked you, acting as if the other demon wasn’t even there in the first place. “I’m tired of being out here.” 
“H-hey!” That whole dramatic speech was suddenly losing it’s merit, the demon floundering a little at the lack of attention. 
“Sure,” you responded, feeling like that was probably a good idea. You suddenly had your fill of public spaces. Being safe at home sounded like a dream. 
Belphie straightened, taking your hand and leading you away, intending not to pay any mind to the demon at all. 
Even more infuriated by being ignored, the demon lunged, attempting to pull you back by the back of your clothing. 
Belphegor turned, an emotionless look on his face as he grabbed the demon’s wrist with a firm hand. “I said we were going home,” he emphasized. 
Eye twitching, plans ruined, the other demon growled. “You were supposed to not care!” 
“...” There was a long pause, and for a moment, you wondered if Belphie had even heard the demon’s words. Then Sloth’s eyes narrowed. “If there’s one thing I hate more than anything, it’s when people try to assume things for me. What I like or don’t like, what’s best for me, what I’m feeling, nobody gets to decide that. And nobody gets to attempt to hurt this human and get away with it.” With a flick of his arm, he threw them back, sending them rolling across the ground. Belphie took up your hand again and continued on his way back towards the House without even looking back. 
You remained silent. 
Typically, Belphie would enjoy the silence with you, but he seemed uncomfortable and finally spoke up. “I know.” When you looked at him questioningly, he elaborated. “I know I’m a hypocrite.” His jaw tightened, his words soft. “I know nothing I say or do will ever make up for it...You can hate me, you can curse me, you can never want to see me again and that’s okay...but that won’t stop me from making sure you’re safe.” His bangs hid his eyes, and his hold on your hand loosened should you want to tug yourself free. “You’ve suffered enough. The very least I can do is make sure it wont happen again. That’s my pact. My promise.” 
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serickswrites · 5 months
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Lie to Me
Warnings: captivity, torture, threats of violence
Whumpee held themself very still, just like Caretaker told them to. Caretaker had told them to hold as still as possible, to barely even breathe when Whumper returned. It was the only way for their plan to work.
"I'm going to tell them that you died. That I need to bury you. Then we can make a run for it." Caretaker urged. "It'll work. I promise."
And so Whumpee found themself holding themself very still as they lay face down in the cell. This part was easy. Their body hurt so much from the torture they had endured at Whumper's hand, not moving was very easy.
"You're supposed to have Whumpee ready for me when I come in, Caretaker. Do we need to relearn that lesson?" Whumper's nasal drawl came from the entrance to the cell.
"Whumpee's dead. They stopped breathing a few hours ago," Caretaker's voice was devoid of all emotion. Would Whumper believe them?
"What did you say?" Whumper's voice was closer.
"Whumpee died of their injuries. You killed them, what else do you want me to say?" Caretaker's voice was empty. Whumpee thought as empty as you'd expect when you'd watch someone die.
Whumpee felt Whumper's boot nudge their side. They allowed their body to roll with the movement. They just needed to be limp enough, convincing enough. Then they would be free. Just a bit longer.
Caretaker's voice had Whumpee's blood running cold. "Don't--" Whumper's hand closed around Whumpee's hair and they lifted. Whumpee cried out in pain as Whumper bent their neck back.
"Dead, huh, little one?" Whumper smiled down at Whumpee. "Lie to me again, Caretaker, and we will see what fun we can have that will make your little words ring true."
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icedmetaltea · 6 months
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Dear anon who suggested yandere y/n going apeshit for Sun I AM SORRY this is late (or maybe it's just been 2 days my sense of time is fucked rn), but yea
Taking a majority of my art off tumblr for now. Fuck AI
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sracha · 6 months
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discluded · 1 year
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Build Jakapan, Daemi's Poi, and other individuals stepping forward
I like my peace, but this situation is very serious and deserves to be documented clearly for the international/English-speaking fanbase, which was my original goal of archivism on Tumblr. Some of the posts have already been deleted and others will be washed away with the sands of Twitter time.
Please do not talk about this in terms of "drama" or "tea" because that does a disservice to the victims and people here on Tumblr who may have lived through these experiences watching you treat their trauma like nonsense.
I have no stake in this and do not claim to know the full truth. However, rather than seeing everyone vague about what's happening, I want to provide an account of what people on Twitter are seeing above the noise. I will try to keep this post updated with important developments when appropriate.
My only ask is please don't comment to my inbox about this post. I understand your anger and hurt, but I need to take care of my own well-being. Make a dummy account if you want to talk about it; I will not censor the comments section of post as long as you are reasonable and not victim-blaming.
Finally, please be kind to each other, including Pond (as long as he is doing the right thing) and [Jan 23 update: lmfao fuck Pond] the other actors in BOC given that Poi specifically said she hid this from the cast, and also especially fans who loved Build and were blindsided. There is no "deserved" to be upset, people who invest their love and free time into something are allowed to be hurt... the only thing that matters about a person's integrity is how they choose to act with this information.
tw: domestic violence, intimate partner violence, abuse, threats, photos of bruises, rape, miscarriage
On approximately Jan 19 2022, right after the BOC line-up announcement), Daemi announced they would be breaking up as a writing duo, which prompted fans to speculate about the future of Kinnporsche season 2. Daemi as a writing duo is made up of two members: Yok and Poi.
In the next day or so, Poi insinuated that Build had stolen the idea for 4 Minutes from her and given it to Sammon, who then helped cut her [Poi] out of involvement in the new series. Build responded to this by publicly crying and issuing a statement, going above BOC's management. Pond was with Mile in Pairis at the time/flying home and responded to Instagram comments that they would investigate fully before issuing a statement.
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Approximately the next day, on Jan 22 2022 local time, Poi came out with a statement and chat logs with proof that she used to be in a relationship with Build, and he had cheated on her, financially manipulated her, physically abused her, and threatened to kill her.
The original translator is a ManUtd fan and had no involvement in the fandom but took the time to do the translation since it was blowing up on Thai twitter and known fandom translators were not doing them. They then deleted those tweets after being harassed by Build's fans, but has continued to tweet about the situation.
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(please click on the image for the full translation of the chat, I stacked them to save space)
Here is an additional Thai summary of Poi's claims and an english translation of that.
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Some people noted that in the original IGS where Poi references this abuse on approximately Jan 19, she used stock images from Pinterest. Those claims included that she had a miscarriage due to the fact he had hit her so hard. Poi again confirmed that she had a miscarriage and noted she had hospital documents to back up her claim. She also addressed the comment that she used stock images due to the fact that Instagram is a visual social media.
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Poi also confirmed that the legal process was already started. Given her history with the BOC cast, she might have also felt the need to get the story out of accusations of her lying and starting "drama" about the situation by posting her chat logs and photos.
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Subsequently, Build shared messages that Poi had sent him regarding a situation with a sponsor in an attempt to make her look like a "crazy" woman, but incriminated himself and deactivated on Jan 22 2022 (possibly temporarily).
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During this time, additional people came forward about being a victim of Build. One Thai fan came forward about knowing another of Build's former girlfriends, who was the victim of gang rape. However, the OP is getting permission from this individual to tell the story first and so the story may not be released to the public. Update Feb 10: Most likely false. (leaving text here for honesty that this rumor existed and debunked)
Another one of Build's ex-girlfriends, who was previously silenced and shamed by his fans, confirmed again that she was physically assaulted by Build 8 years ago.
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I will not add the tweets with evidence of Build cheating on Poi/involvement with other women while supposedly dating one of them as while cheating on a partner is bad, it is a personal indiscretion and not a crime unlike the situations highlighted above.
As for the fact that both authors in Daemi sexually harassed other actors in KPTS, I am not excusing those actions. People, notably WOMEN, should not have to be perfect victims to be believed. You don't have to like Poi or approve of her past actions to think she does not deserve to be abused.
Additionally, if you believe that Poi's past actions are indicative of her character, I want to clarify why people were upset with him in summer 2022 since that was not documented on Tumblr either. Having bad opinions online is not a crime, but they do show a pattern of behavior from him from attitudes to actions. Build's comments/attitudes from that situation are consistent with his abuser behavior that is documented above. (1) (2) (3) (4)
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Any additional documentation from past victims will be a link to the reblog since I will run out of image space on Tumblr. I will not document things like BOC suspending Build for the time being since those are widely seen and have an English translation.
Final update update as of Feb 10, 2023: Updated on the false allegations about rape and this being debunked since it's important. Please do not ask me for updates about him; I don't care about him, he makes me miserable, people whose careers I do care about don't have to deal with him anymore. Please do not make me responsible for your mental health.
Jan 28, 2023: Build has left BOC. At this point, there's nothing else I can provide as context in English that will change people's minds so let's respect that this will be processed in a court like it should have been in the first place. Take care of yourselves friends.
Final notes: Genuinely fuck Pond.
Jan 25 2023: link to the latest post with evidence from Poi and Mynk
Jan 23 2023: Kind anonymous provided IDs which have been added. Clarified position on Pond, with link to latest comment. I have more posts with translations from Thai twitter and will update another day.
Please take care of yourselves and your mental health. 🙏
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I don’t think I can answer this ask directly ‘cause I don’t wanna put a major downer on anybody’s day by making y’all read it too, but to the anon who just sent me one of the most aggressive paragraphs my inbox has ever seen: I think saying that - (and I wish I was kidding here) - my country should be nuked because I drew Tighnari Genshin Impact with a darker skintone than what’s canon is maybe, just maybe, not the best thing to do.
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