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zoloft3 · 2 months ago

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the man i assume to be god

☆彡hitoshi shinso x gn! reader

tags—> weed use, nickname use (sweetheart), no use of y/n, first person pov (i'm sorry this is unlike me), childhood friends to weird ass situationship to lovers, it's sappy :| don't be mad,

a/n : this is technically a cross post, since i originally posted this on ao3 years ago, but i wanted to rewrite it for a character i like better and relate to more now. i also changed a bunch of the writing to what's more my style nowadays. so if you've seen this before... no you haven't. This is also the start of me officially beginning my tumblr writing career :] so if you like this lmk and i might do more

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We made a bad habit of falling asleep in the car.

Hitoshi was always calling me late at night to go for a drive. He'd pick me up in the car he spent too much money on and make some mean comment about my sweatpants and 1 AM eye bags, all before smiling like it hadn't been weeks since he texted. I would get in the car, let the scent of him envelope me, and immediately forgive him. He’d been dealing with the weight of a quarter life crisis, and apparently needed me and some weed to take a load off. Being best friends and head over heels in love since high school made it difficult to say no to him.

We’d fallen into a bit of a routine, unfortunately. Driving out till we found a good place to stop, and then rolling down the windows to watch the few stars that were out. By the time I had shot-gunned him a few times, per his request, my eyelids would droop and there'd be that stomach settling feeling. The kind that makes it so easy to sit perfectly still and never move a muscle. Being so close to him was dreamy, and the buzzing smoke inhalation never failed to take it out of me.

The weed didn't do much to curb my mind though. Whatever we were, whatever racing thoughts I would think all day about him, didn't stop at the car door. The whole thing was messy and so fucking complicated. I tried not to think too hard about it. Most of the time I’d just focus on how pretty he was and how lucky I am to be able to love him.

When he says my name, I swear-

I don’t even know what it does, it kills me so badly.

This one saturday night in particular, Hitoshi didn’t seem as interested in lazy, open mouthed kisses. He seemed fixated on looking at me.

“Hey, you okay?” I nudged his shoulder, attempting to stir awake the Hitoshi I knew. The man only I got to see.

He was a famous work of art, but only I got to hang the framed canvas on my wall. Only I could stand close enough to see each and every brush stroke. No post card or photo could ever compare to the real thing. He was mine, even if he wasn't my boyfriend, he was mine.

“Sorry,” He seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was under, “Just doing too much thinking lately.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that,” I smirked, tilting my head to get a better angle of his moonlit face.

“You think we could, just, I dunno,” He looked out the open window, lost in the open air and pine trees, “Maybe talk? About this? Us?”

My heart did a 180 in my chest, so, as per usual, I relied on attempted comedy and a smile to take the anxiety away, “Talk about us? I was beginning to think you’d never ask.”

“I’m serious, you know." The look on he gave me dropped the smile off my face. He was serious. This was officially bad. My brain wracked itself for every possible negative outcome.

Until he spoke again.

"I’ve been thinking we should try something.” He shifted his hands off the steering wheel to take another hit, then tap the ash out the window. The whole scene was far more attractive than I’d ever admit. The way he put his lips together as he exhaled the smoke in my direction. It was fantastical. Sweet, sappy memories I’d lick off the floor of this car to remember.

I’d do anything to keep him on my mind.

“Try… what?” I asked, genuinely curious and anxious for his answer.

This seemed to bring him all the way back to himself, there was a sly smirk on his lips, “I dunno, sweetheart, what do you think?”

There was that sinking feeling again and my back was glued to the seat, eyes stuck on his face. My mind knew what was coming, but my heart couldn't accept that the thing I'd been dreaming about since I was fourteen, was really coming true. In this very moment. Oh, lord.

He turned to face me fully, and the spell broke. This definitely wasn't a dream. Both our arms resting on the center console brought our faces incredibly close.

We’ve always been this way, together and apart, near, yet so far.

Noses almost grazing each other, I pushed myself to speak in the presence of the man I assume to be god.

“You want me to guess?” I raised an eyebrow despite my aching, heavy heart, “Or will you just kiss me already.”

One thing I loved about Hitoshi, is one way or another, he always did what I told him to do.

He kissed differently than I expected, not so commanding or competitive but slow and compassionate. I knew only then, that everything would be fine. We were together, finally, as one.

We didn’t fall asleep in the car that night.

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a/n : if it was terrible, don't tell me.

i will walk into the ocean and never come back.

thanks to @saemeret for being such a good little beta (annoying baby talk voice) smooch <3

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menhera-info-archieve · 5 months ago

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Why Menhera is about Mental Health, not Mental Illness

I think a lot of people get confused about what the difference between these two things is, especially since it's common to use these phrases interchangeably. Technically speaking though, these terms have different meanings:

mental health: a state of mental well-being that enables people to cope with the stresses of life, realize their abilities, learn well and work well, and contribute to their community

mental illness: [medical] conditions that affect a person’s thinking, feeling, mood, or behavior

It's important to note that mental health doesn't exclusively pertain to people with mental illnesses. According to Christopher M. Palmer, “The term ‘mental health’ implies the absence of illness or disorder. But there are a lot of ways people can be mentally healthy or ill, just like there are many ways to be physically healthy or unwell.”

Focusing on menhera, part of the reason the movement is about mental health is because of Japan's culture and the fact that diagnosis isn't as common/emphasized there. This is something that has already been better explained than others, so rather than trying to reword them I'll give a few articles that help explain this

mental health ≠ mental illness

The origin and birth of Menhera

Menhera as Art and Subculture

What I think I can break down is how much different the movement would look if it was only about mental illness vs how open it is when we talk about mental health!

If the movement is only about mental illness, then we are claiming this is a space only for people with a diagnosis/ labeled mental illness. This can lead to arguments about the validity of self diagnosis and whether or not you need official diagnosis to take part in the community, something that can be observed in other mental illness related communities/tags. Even if we try to be open and say all those people are allowed, people will likely feel anxious and think things like "am i mentally ill enough to call myself menhera?" It also means that as people recover, they may feel forced to move on from the community as they stop meeting the criteria for their diagnoses (if they do).

But because the menhera movement is about mental health we don't have to worry about formal diagnosis at all. Menhera is a community for anyone who has struggled mentally in any way ever. Of course people with mental illness are still welcome and will make up a significant part of the community, but because it's open to all, people can focus on their recovery without feeling like they'll be pushed out of the community because they "don't qualify" anymore. It also allows people with a variety of different situations to join, such as (but not limited to):

lgbtq+ people, people of color, physically disabled people, and other minorities who don't have mental illness but experience pain and mental health struggles due to discrimination.

people with chronic illness/physical conditions, who may struggle with mental health due to physical pain, discrimination, and other struggles that aren’t mental illness.

people who have trouble with symptoms, but don't meet full criteria for any official diagnoses (ex: people who struggle to focus but don't have ADHD, people who benefit from DBT skills that don't have BPD, etc.)

people who probably have a mental illness, but can't afford to go to therapy, aren't ready for therapy, don't have access, etc.

people who are considered "weird" or "sick" by society (think like how kink is a theme in menhera because kink/sexual desire are stigmatized)

young people who are struggling because growing up is hard/they have heightened emotions/etc.

people dealing with normal stressors (work, school, etc.) but need an outlet or place to vent

and plenty more i'm not thinking of, I'm sure

Hopefully this puts some perspective on the difference between mental health/illness and why menhera focuses on mental health!

#info #op #menhera #menhera.txt

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abnormal-vacuum · 2 months ago

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A closer look at Simon "Ghost" Riley's interpersonal guilt

1 + 2 + 3 + chapter 4 ghost/soap 1,138 words - ao3 tags: mentions/discussions of sexual assault + rape. not too graphic i dont think but tread with caution . maybe a little bit of ocd coded ghost

Simon is fairly certain he's liked the Sergeant for a long time. Maybe since the first time they met. Probably not, his hair pissed him off. But very quickly he grew much too fond of him.

It's always been a very frustrating affair when Simon catches feelings, ever since he was little. Originally, when he was a boy, he was upset because it made him realize he was gay. It took him a long while (11 years, actually) to get over that. But as he got older—after Roba—his frustration stemmed from the fact that it would never work. He would never allow it to work. He was too fucked up to ever be in a proper relationship. He has a hard time sharing a bed due to his nightmares (or night terrors, depending on how truthful he's being in describing the reality of the situation), he's very stubborn when it comes to his routines and “odd habits”, he’s slow to trust, and has enough baggage to sink a ship. The last time he hooked up with someone was maybe seven years ago, and even then he left nearly as soon as they both finished. He hasn't simply slept in the same bed as someone in… four years, probably. And that was with Price. It was a one time thing they have yet to discuss.

This is all without taking into account Simon's distaste towards contact, especially in a sexual manner. He dislikes even being naked in front of someone due to the fact that it makes him feel vulnerable. The act of sex itself makes him feel like he’s both the victim and the aggressor. He would never call himself a rapist, but the term still weighs heavy in his chest. It pops into his head any time things get a little too heated with a man at a pub, along with images of his hands forcibly being put onto a woman. Luckily he’s long since given up on endeavors like finding a stranger to shag. He technically has assaulted women before. Three, to be exact. He doesn't remember what their faces look like. He's fairly certain he watched anywhere but in their eyes on purpose. One had brown hair and a tattoo on her inner thigh, he remembers that. She bled. He started crying, apologizing. He knows she couldn't understand him. He hopes this doesn't make him a bad person. Or maybe he does. This uncertainty is what tears him up. Sometimes he wishes someone would just grip him by the shoulders and shout at him for all the horrible things he's done. Get it out in the open, maybe some confirmation would be good, as the ambiguity of his own morality is a subject he often ponders to a self-sabotaging extent. He knows that what he did to survive under Major Vernons and Roba’s hands doesn't represent him. He would have never, under his own volition, done anything like that; but, in the end, just knowing that he caused that sort of harm to anyone… it sickens him.

And thinking about accidentally doing something like that to Johnny… it makes him want to never touch him ever again. Most days he can't even properly have a wank because that stupid bastard's face will present itself in his formerly anonymous fantasy, then that will quickly devolve into him being concerned about him somehow forcing himself onto the sergeant. And how does one even broach this subject when speaking to someone? There’s no casual way to say “oh, yes, hello, by the way I’m very worried about somehow raping you.” He would sound like a madman, more than he already seems.

This is all in relation to Johnny's wellbeing. If Simon was considering himself, he might have to stay at least three meters away from Soap at all times. The last time he touched Ghost (a prolonged hold on his shoulder, paired with eye contact that made Simon feel as if Johnny was trying to crawl inside his skull) his skin burned for hours. He can't imagine the pain he’d be in if they were to, god forbid, cuddle.

Besides, he would never want to burden someone like Johnny with someone like Him. He’s a lot to handle, which is why he does most of the handling on his own. Soap is privy to maybe two percent of Simon's issues, and even then the ones he does know about are surface level. He doesn't need to know anything beyond what he can extrapolate based on Ghost's somewhat bizarre behavior. Simons moderately damaging inner reflection and self awareness has begun to present itself as a problem. He's been in his own head a lot recently-- not when it's dangerous, as he's a good enough soldier to be able to turn that off in the field and the debrief room, but it has become a small issue when he's attempting to socialize. Or, more accurately, when someone is trying to socialize with him. Frequently he finds himself sitting, or standing, just… thinking. He thinks too much.

Johnny sometimes helps. It's like he can sense when Simon is in distress, like a damn therapy dog. Then he just stands there and goes into some swear ridden spiel that has Simon forgetting his train of thought. Sometimes he wonders if he does this on purpose, but then he deems that too conspiratorial and self indulgent to be the truth.

He’s gone over these points time and time again in his head, all the while he's got no idea if Johnny even likes men.

He needs to find a hobby.

A few card games later, Ghost decides it's time to head back to his room. He says it's because he's getting tired, but really it's because he doesn't want anyone to see him leaving the Sergeants room at this hour. He isn't concerned about his reputation—he's more concerned about Johnny’s. Sleeping with your superiors is already frowned heavily upon, let alone sleeping with The Ghost. Not that they were doing that, but nobody would believe them if they tried to explain themselves.

Simon doesn't sleep that night. He lies awake, staring at his ceiling for hours until the light starts to peek through the blinds on the small window of his quarters. He checks the clock, then peels himself out of bed and starts to get dressed. He’s running drills today. Simon hauls himself through his usual routine of getting changed, walking a few paces around his room without socks, then checking the closet once before tugging his boots on and slipping out the door. He jingles the knob once, then twice to “double check” whether it's locked. He wanders through the sparsely populated halls towards the mess. He might go to the gym after getting some grub, but he hasn't fully decided.

#ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon riley #cod #mw2 #mw3 #cod fics #my writing <

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barbthebuilder · 11 months ago

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This is my parting message

I gave myself time to think and talked to some people about this and I have decided to say goodbye to y'all.

Time here has been great and I loved pretty much every second of it. However, I want to focus on my real life now. Tumblr became too big of a part of my life for my comfort. Basically, I think it will be better if I quit.

I don't regret this blog. It made me very comfortable in my identity, it educated me, it made me feel loved and brave and powerful.

But it's over.

I can't thank you enough for everything you have done for me. For every like, comment, reblog, ask, tag, message and boop.

So... this is it. This is the end. This has been such a wonderful journey :')

Special thanks to:

@our-genderfluid-experience - great place to tell your story

@genderfluid-culture-iss - Bro letting people just spill the most relatable shit ever. Loving it.

@our-queer-experience - so much good info! Educated me a lot.

@hefkerut - I just want you to know you're an incredible person and I will always remember you. Like, seriously girl. I had such a blast with ya. You also always reblog the best shit?? You rock.

@genderoftoday - always provided me with content to reblog. Also, funny.

@genderfluid-info-blog - actually, such a smart person. Gives great advice and provides us with so many microlables. Mad respect.

@mxl4vrie - THANK YOU FOR THE FANART I SOMETIMES LOOK AT IT AND SMILE :DDD

@rat0

@popcorn-plots

@aegosexual-moments - you made me realize I'm aegosexual! Thanks a lot!

@alwaysprey

@sundry-whovengerslocked

@fruityracoons - dude, you were such a great support. Thanks for always checking up on me.

@frogofalltime

@foxinasuit - you actually made me realize I want to quit lmao I'm not leaving your side tho hehehe >:)

@joker1315 - always a pleasant conversation with this one! I still remember how you helped me with all that technical stuff :)

@kodiescove - learned a lot from you

@korane06

@littlemisspipebomb

@zuuriell

@crowdsourcedgender - you are doing such a good job. Keep it up! Thank you for always being a great help.

@candy8448

@baking-potato-27

@bhawk-goose - ur so funny hehehe

@banethebloodgoat

@night-rhea

@treion-is-back - I still remember you. Good luck.

@allknowingbirb

@i-am-an-arson-enthusiast

@spacewives-in-spacetime

@queen-mihai

@a-random-mooshroom - YOOOOO you were so fun to interact with!! All the best!!

@bibirb - thanks for supporting my Yellow Dog account and being one of the first followers!

@pronouncounter - count those pronouns

@pronoun-checks - keep it up!

@ghostsofchernobyl

@that-bisexual

@slender-genderfluid - okay, I have no relation to you but I think you're cool

@hijkay

@artistic-scribbles

@frogofalltime

@thegeniusidiotnstickmerchant3728 - you are so cool and so nerdy and SO WERID I am obssesed with you and I need to study you in the laboratory or put you in a maze with traps idk I will miss you sm

And many more! I'm sure I haven't tagged everyone and I'm sorry if I missed somebody :c I appreciate you regardless!!

Goodbye! May the gender euphoria be upon ya!

#genderfluid #blog info

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existslikepristin · 1 year ago

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Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Dreamcatcher, Handong, female reader (or potentially a force-feminized male reader your mileage may vary), just a little quick-read ficlet about how Handong is a pervert, is that a foot fetish?, you should probably worship Handong’s body, she got them wander-y eyes and hands, woah woah woah you don't think this is inappropriate do you?, are you a dirty little reader?, oh you're a dirty little reader alright, Handong can tell

Just A Little Vanity

Handong strikes quite the figure. Most anyone would, sitting as she is on an armchair ornate enough to be mistaken for a throne. Your particular point of view is that of extreme artistic foreshortening. Mere millimeters away from your eyes, her bare foot takes up most of your field of view, obscuring even her crossed, mile-long legs. Her face, appropriately for such protracted limbs, seems distant and yet no less beautiful. Beyond those gorgeous, exposed legs, her fashion sense is as ostentatious as the tower-like structure of her body. Shaggy faux fur on denim, bedazzled camo, and pearls. Hair so platinum it might as well be chrome, reflecting blacks, blues, whites, and silvers. One slender finger adorned with two unreasonably large rings taps gently against her cheek.

“What to do… what to do…” she muses, “with such a naughty little girl like you.”

“Make me please you?”

She sighs heavily and presses her big toe against your lips. “Shush, you. It was not a question. Did you hear a question mark?” she demonstrates her meaning with her tone well enough for you to recognize the rhetorical nature of the question. The rest of your suggestions will have to wait.

“You…” Handong says, stroking your jawline with the same foot, “do not get to wave that delicious butt of yours in front of me all day and then just get what you want. There are consequences for teasing me.”

Although you're not going to say anything about it, you can’t help but think that perhaps Handong was planning this all along. After all, she made you wear a tiny skirt today, insisting it would be fine without safety shorts, and then she found any and every reason to be behind and slightly below you. It was certainly less than subtle. You'd been feeling her eyes burn a hole in your helplessly visible underwear all day. At least it kept your ass warm in the chilly spring air.

Yes, it was all a trap. Not a particularly clever one, and also not one you mind being caught in. Though it'd be nice if she let you kneel somewhere other than the hard floor.

Handong continues to caress you with her foot, lifting your chin, turning your head to either side. She inspects your face from each angle.

“Done talking back?” she threatens.

“Yes,” you talk back. Cheeky, but technically compliant.

She smirks with you, appreciating the irony. “Good. I would hate to have to send you home without a snack.”

Oh how utterly, coquettishly subtle.

“Please, no, Handong. I'm so hungry.”

She lifts her foot, and your jaw with it, snapping your mouth shut. “Shut up already. I am looking at you.”

It's unclear how those things are related, but you keep yourself from saying anything.

With a flourish, Handong uncrosses her legs, spreading them wide so you can briefly see up her skirt. “Surprise,” no underwear. But you can't look long. Her upper body spans that vast distance in an instant, putting her face nearer to yours, going from practically a pinprick to vision-encompassing, menacing you from above. Those slender, metal and jewel laden fingers grasp just below your chin, holding your head still. You only feel four fingers, giving you the impression that she's sticking her pinky out as if you're a fancy glass of wine. You can't wait for the dinner party.

Handong clicks her tongue, half-lidded eyes traveling up and down. They linger on the down stroke, reminding you of the other piece of clothing she'd demanded of you. Your chest is barely covered, the neckline of the shirt so low that it really shouldn't be called a “neck"line anymore, but perhaps a “nipple"line. As she pulls you forward, you're sure she can see far, far more than the shirt's designer ever intended. Handong's light dusting of a blush and perverted twitch of a lip key you in further.

“Mmm,” she hums, “I could just take a bit out of you.”

You bite your tongue to stop yourself from correcting her verbal spelling error. She tends to make more mistakes when her mind is meandering down your clothes.

She urges you up with a slight pull. Anybody normal would close their eyes for the impending kiss, but Handong’s eyes stay open and predatory until the last possible moment.

When you’re close enough, she strikes. Your lower lip is caught between her teeth and she nibbles softly before she kisses you proper. Her breath hisses between the gaps at the corners of your lips, greedy more for you than the air. She pries your mouth open with hers, invading you unreasonably quickly. She’s got a different metric for what constitutes reasonability though. You’re her toy. She'll play with you according to her rules.

“Handong!” Soomin shouts from across the room, “I’ve called your name three times! Come get your damn coffee! And we’ve got rooms for that!”

Without any additional warning, Handong drops you to the floor, stands up, and glides gracefully past you toward the counter. Watching her go past, you see no small number of other coffee shop-goers staring in your direction.

“Thanks, babe,” Handong flirts shamelessly as she picks up your drinks, “Oh, and I would like to use one of the rooms.”

#dreamcatcher #handong #fanfic #female reader

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kirby-the-gorb · 2 months ago

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reply roundup!

@solar-cr0ss has added an image description to [soup], and @scarlet-bee has added an image description to [vameltimes]! thank you both!

also the [collector club] carries on (US residents can sign up through [patreon]), and the youtube captions I spent all of february on are now on the [brbavrai] video :)

on [squish] @nexus-nebulae left some lovely tags that for sure make me feel understood, thanks y'all! I'm glad you're also headed in the right direction for you.

@icannotgetoverbirds asked: oh my GOD this blog is EXCELLENT. hell yes. also by any pronouns do you mean any as in he she or they are all equally fine or does that include neopronouns and does it include objectself pronouns?

so like most people have pronouns that "fit" right, and I've just never found any that are quite right for me. so I might as well open it up to a free-for-all, whatever you feel like! while I don't feel like I fully Get neopronouns and stuff, I have zero objections to them being used for me. (or, obviously, for people who personally identify with them!) (also thank you lol)

on [string cheese] @ceylonsilvergirl said: even Kirby strings his cheese. dude could just vacuum it up, And he still strings it

well yeah dude if you don't string it it's not string cheese. it's just cheese.

on [comfytown] @kingdedede8 said: can i come

hell yeah dude anyone can be a resident of comfytown, you just gotta get so comfy cozy with your blankets and suchlike.

on a [reblob] @artsy-dreamer helpfully explained that it's likely a reference to the end of spring breeze from super star! thanks for the clarification :)

on [frog] @demifiendcruithne said: this. is the war cry. of a very. angry. gorb.

yes that is exactly the video I was thinking of! there are others available these days ofc but my wife always puts that particular one on when I'm upset cuz it cheers me up -u-

on [frog] @joekingv1 said: *gently pets the tiny frog while wondering if they both have read Cat Cafe Comics*

they have not, but the art style looks pretty cute!

on [supernatural] @joekingv1 said: *hands baby a note about Osaka officially becoming a teacher in Yotsuba*

aww, that's neat! I've only read a little bit of both azumanga daioh and yotsuba, but I bet that made a lot of people happy :)

on [rare disease day 2024] @3am-cheerios said: i didnt know theres an awareness day. and that its tomorrow! also jfc that sounds exactly like what my sister is going thru right now, her primary doctor literally LAUGHED at her last time over her concerns

oh man that really sucks :( I hope she has better luck in future, I've often done well with like, medical residents as primary care? because I know what I'm talking about by this point and they're new enough to want to defer to someone else anyway. that does also mean I need a new pcp every couple years tho since they finish their programs and move away -n-

anonymous asked: Poyo ^_^

not technically kirby related but there's a cute little slice of life series called poyo poyo kansatsu nikki that I stumbled upon browsing crunchyroll years and years ago, about a very round cat. who also says poyo. I think I've drawn him once. tbh I think of him first when I hear poyo, but I think of kirby first when I hear hi.

@goldendragonleaf asked: *gives him uncoffee*

thanks he's normal now

on [coffee] @otatma said: has anyone ever drawn Barista Kirby?

I vaguely remember a kirby drawing someone else did of him behind the counter at a coffee shop, but I thoroughly checked all my archives and didn't see it :(

@thatonepointbraincell asked: Fish 🐟

(we're gonna go to the aquarium while my wife is in town next week, they opened a new building but she wanted us to wait until she got home to go see it for the first time)

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penaconys-hound · 1 year ago

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Obligatory RP Blog intro post

(Warning: Contains Spoilers for the end of 2.1 and 2.2 and was initially created before 2.2)

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Making a drink is a sensory skill. In dreams, creating fizzy concoctions requires adding a bit of your mood. Heavier if you're troubled, a touch sweeter if you're in high spirits... It's not just about mixing beverages. It's about mixing the experiences of life.

Gallagher's the name, I'm one of the local "Hounds" around here. Step into Penacony, the Land of Dreams, Nameless one.

Tired? Just find a place to sit and rest for a while. Let’s have a talk and I’ll mix something up for you.

But a few words of advice…

Don’t get lost in dreams, and not everything’s as it seems.

Guidelines, Key, Tags and Notes from the mod:

Guidelines:

-Fellow RP Blogs are allowed, uh hiii Star Rail RP community

-This is my first RP Blog after like a year or so (previous ones just died) so I may be rusty so apologies for that -Using tonetags would be appreciated, not required but appreciated, especially if you say something that could come off as rude but you don’t mean it in that tone, the mod can’t read tone through text.

-SFW only please, Suggestive themes are allowed with a warning however

-Gore’s on the table though, but only if the meme gets involved, or you somehow get a good reason for it, I don’t think Gallagher would just maul you out of nowhere- However since this takes place in the dreamscape blood will be described as water and that’s all that’s gonna spill out-

-Shipping is allowed, I’ll allow any ship unless it’s pr*ship or with Sunday, with the former it’s obvious on why I wouldn’t, gross. You’ll get hit on the offense side of Gallagher’s Ultimate if you try that.

But on Galladay it’s simply cause I’m just not super comfortable with Gallagher x Sunday-

But yeah, as long as you’re follow the shipping rules the sky’s the limit, especially since I see Gallagher as bi

-Mod uses the CDT Timezone and is in education, but otherwise doesn’t have a life, and also has adhd with rapid changing hyperfixations so answer times can range from a minute to over a week

-Anything related to, but not limited to, racism, homophobia/transphobia, sexism, ableism, etc. Is not allowed here.

I’m serious if you come into the askbox with that you’ll get the “Dog” after you:

-Anons are welcome, you can even have a custom tag if you use a sign off and show up enough

-Magic Anons are allowed however only one can be active at a time and they have a 2-5 ask cooldown depending on what the effects where

-You can technically also ask the Meme on this blog, but don’t expect it to say anything other then *STABS YOU STABS YOU STABS YOU STABS YO

Key:

“ “ (Just plain text): Dialogue

“ “ (Same as above but in bold)/“ “ (Purple bold text): (what’s used is dependent on what’s exactly being said) Dialogue where Gallagher puts on his Reaper Robe

(The text for that was originally red however I changed it to purple for two reasons: Reason one being in the lore Acheron uses Red text sometimes and I think it’d be weird if I interacted with an Acheron and she also used red text,

and I changed it to purple specifically cause it matches Sleepie)

“* *” (Asterisks around text): Action/Movement

“// //“ (Two slashes around text): OOC/Mod talking

Tags:

#🥃bartenders rambles : In character posts/asks

#🐺barred fangs : In character posts/asks when Gallagher is playing the role of “The Reaper/Death”

#🌀don’t fear the reaper. : Fanart reblog tag

#👁️ The Dog. : Mentions/Discussion of the Memory Zone Meme “Something Unto Death”/“Sleepie”

#🐾mods yapping : Posts from the mod/OOC posts, not counting OOC moments in the tags of ask posts

#💫care for a drink under the stars? : Interaction reblogs/RPs, whatever with fellow Honkai: Star Rail RP blogs, can be in or out of character

#🪶hounds prey : Interactions with Sunday and/or Robin/Mentions of Sunday and/or Robin

#🧹the bellboy : (there was no mop emoji) Interactions with Misha/Mentions of Misha

(Tags may be added for specific characters and art RBs if I decide to do that, but for now that’s the tags)

Anon Tags:

#🍸 anon

#🥂 anon

#🍀 anon

Side Notes:

-If you’re wondering on the Mod’s pronouns if you didn’t read the bio, the Mod uses Any/All pronouns (like he/she/they/it etc. Idrc-)

-This will include headcanons, if it wasn’t obvious from the “I see Gally as Bi” comment

-It could possibly get OOC at times while I’m in character, I made the blog before 2.2, but I’m trying to stick to the character as well as I can, and if 2.2 changes his character again I’ll attempt to pull something to fit with that

-Mod will refer to himself ether as “The Mod” or “Mod Werewolf”

Other Blogs the Mod Runs if you’d like to check those out:

(disclaimer they’re not all gonna be for the same fandom in the future)

@the-coolest-character-in-hsr (Hanu from Honkai: Star Rail)

@trash-president-real (Trash President (OC) Honkai: Star Rail)

Anyways hope you enjoy the blog, and avoid getting stabbed by the meme

#🐾mods yapping #Why am I slightly nervous about doing this-#But it’d be a waste to take the username then just. Not launch the blog #So here we go #Plus there are like no Gallagher’s I’ve seen in the RP community-#Guess I need to be him #honkai star rail #honkai star rail roleplay #hsr rp blog #hsr rp #hsr gallagher #gallagher #gallagher hsr

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measured-words · 2 months ago

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oc tag game ♡

Tagged by @saltwife, I guess I can tag umm, @thelovers-thedreamers-and-me and idk idk @crippledpastrycryptid and @fealiniel if you have ocs you'd like to gush about! And if you have ocs and I didn't tag you go for it :x

General:

Name: Lamont Vincent Allard Machel, Marquess of Stillmarch

Alias: mostly N/A but I have an ongoing AU where he has a disguised alter-ego known as guy deVille

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Spoken Language: Nerathi Common

Sexual Orientation: bi/pansexual - I'm not sure he'd understand the difference

Occupation: Commissioned officer (Lieutenant) in the Nerathi army. Technically he has a troupe of light cavlary under his command, but that didn't really work out, and he is getting transferred the diplomatic (intelligence) corps.

Favourite:

Colour: Green, because everyone says it looks good with his eyes (they are correct).

Entertainment: He likes small social gatherings and going to private clubs. Gets overwhelmed by crowds and avoids them when he can. He does enjoy things like plays and opera and other performance based entertainment, but only with a private booth. Lucky he is insanely rich.

Pastime: Riding, martial training, embroidery, reading (mostly non-fiction prose and poetry), sex. You've got to stay busy or the Thoughts will get you.

Food: The man in a fruit goblin. He stress-fasts (not on purpose) but can usually be enticed to eat if there is fresh fruit involved, especially cherries. Also, cheese. Otherwise he does not have a very adventurous palate.

Drink: Yes! he is partial to the ciders that are brewed on his estate, as well wine and brandy. Not so big on whiskeys and related things after youthful overindulgence.

Have They…

Passed University: Yes, fortunately it wasn't the sort of place where grades mattered significantly, but he attended a prestigious military academy in order to prepare him for his service. he took it a lot more seriously than many of his peers. he was not an exceptionally brilliant student, but he put in the work.

Had Sex: Yes!

Had Sex in Public: Despite the inclinations of his husband... no.

Gotten Tattoos: Not a tattoo, but he does have an extensive magical mark on his right upper thigh (a dragonmark) that people might think is one if a: they ever saw it and b: they didn't know enough about the Nerathi aristocracy to guess otherwise.

Gotten Piercings: No.

Gotten Scarred: Not on purpose. or - only emotionally? He lives in a world of magical healing and he is rich and noble, so unlikely there is anything physical that stuck.

Had a Broken Heart: Yes but it got fixed :3

Are They…

A cuddler: Yes, in private. Too formal/stuffy for PDA though.

Scared Easily: Sort of - he suffers from magically inflicted anxiety that makes him a little bit psychic. So not prone to jumpscares and such but on a deeper level, yes.

Jealous Easily: The first person he ever fell in love with was a polyamorous priest of the elven god of love and beauty, so he had to work on that. But he did, and it allowed him to let a second love into his own life to whom he is now married. He has deep seated insecurities and abandonment issues (people he cares about keep dying), but he's less concerned that his partners will leave him for someone else.

Trustworthy: Over all, yes, very, but he's also bad at talking about his problems which can lead to keeping unfortunate secrets. Also because of his work, he's not always at liberty to be forthcoming.

Family

Sibling(s): Two brothers The eldest, Arnaud Layne Allard Machel, died in a "accident" several years before. His younger brother, Frederick "Fritz" Harold Allard Scrye, is about 4 years younger, and lives with their mother.

Parents: His father (Kent Allard Machel) died when he was five in an airship accident on the way home from a diplomatic posting overseas. His mother (Margaret "Margo" Layne Allard Scrye) quickly remarried (pressured by House politics), taking her youngest child with her and leaving the older two in the care of their (terrible) uncle, Thurston Allard. Thurston resented the burden, especially as his brother's title and estates passed directly to the children.

Children: None yet

Pets: A Complete horseboy. His horse is named Briar (at least for short, she probably has a stupid long formal name I've never bothered to make up), she's a chestnut mare, a well-bred light warhorse of some kind (I don't know the flavours of horse, and this is fantasy anyway) that he trained himself . They are very bonded, and she doubles as an emotional support horse for him.

#lamont #oc asks #tag game #yes he and all his family are named after people in The Shadow #he *can* see what evil lurks in the hearts of men #it is very stressful actually

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peachii-nitenite · 3 months ago

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Whipped Into Shape- Chapter 2 From the Gutter, A Pearl

Summary: you make it to class, Sky teases you, and Viktor is all dressed up for his first semester as a TA.

Viktor x reader centric chapter

chapter contents: mentions of canon typical classism, mentions of harassment, mild pining.

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After three blocks, a risky amount of jaywalking, and a grueling flight of stairs, you made it to class with 5 minutes to spare. Your lungs burned as you trudged to your seat with a labored huff. Your already sore leg and back muscles were needling at you. But you had made it, and that’s what really mattered.

You let your eyes close as you tried to re-center yourself—

Focus. Breathe. You will have a good day.

You will have a good day.

You will-

“Whoa, You alright? You look like you’ve run a marathon!”

“Good morning to you too, Sky.”

Your dear friend pulled out her chair to sit beside you, the lecture hall finally filling to the brim as the late arrivals trickled in. Despite your dry response, you smiled as you sat up in your chair.

“Of course I nearly miss the once class I've been putting off since I started school. Maybe it's a sign..”

“A sign for what? That you have a procrastination issue?”

“Ha. very funny. You're stuck here too for the same reason, remember?”

“Which is why I’m allowed to mess with you about it”

Math was not your strongest subject. All of your good grades in the realm of arithmetic were hard fought for, and hard won. Numbers didnt come as naturally as words or pen strokes, much to your dismay.

Technically you could've gotten this class out of the way in your first year. But your eagerness to do your “fun” classes, the ones related to your major, coupled with your fear of failure, led you to put it off until now.

Better now than never, you supposed.

Sky was in a similar boat, caught up with her internship and her extracurriculars.

So here you were.

“So… have you seen him yet?” She playfully nudged at you with a pencil, eyes scanning the room for your “eye candy”. You rolled your eyes and laid your head back down on the table.

“Don’t you dare star-“

“Has who seen who?”

A familiar, cheeky, accented drawl came from in front of you, causing you to look up and see the devil in question.

Viktor always dressed well, but it seemed he put a bit more effort into his first day of school ensemble— sleek, black corduroy trousers paired with a crisp, neatly tucked burgundy button down and a deep brown cardigan. It all suited him brilliantly, and it was new on top of that.

It was the little things like that that reminded you that his internship was paid.

“Oh Mister Michálek, sir~ Miss Young is bullying me, you should switch her sea-“ you wailed, dripping with sarcasm as you dramatically point a finger and give an obviously fake sob until Sky elbows you in the side, causing you to laugh.

Your friend’s attack of retaliation caused you to miss the minuscule change in his expression when you called him “mister” and “sir”.

Sky grinned knowingly. Viktor avoided her gaze.

An unspoken understanding.

“Oh hush, hush! Don’t mind her—Good morning Viktor, you look rather dashing today!” She beamed at him, glancing conspiratorial between the two of you.

You were gonna strangle her one of these days.

“You think so? It’s not too much is it?” He shifted his weight on his cane as he looked down at his attire. He looked like a model—you’d told him before he’d be an excellent one.

“No, no, you flatter” he had said bashfully then.

“I’m better suited to the work behind the scenes” he chuckled, gesturing to his scribbly notes and equations.

“Depends on the occasion. And I’d say your first semester as a TA is a good enough reason!” You grinned, gesturing for him to take the empty spot beside you.

In addition to his internship, Viktor was selected by the STEM department by merit of his grades to become a TA this year. It was demanding, but ultimately rewarding in the form of the extra credits he would be earning. And he was shooting for a doctorate after all.

“One does want to make a good impression on the student body I suppose” he shrugged, sitting down and leaning his cane up against his chair. It was a genuine thing to be conscious of, in this sort of place. They will take any excuse to look down on you as a Zaunite, even something as miniscule as the way you are dressed. So despite having given up on assimilating, you still wouldn't be caught dead with a single wrinkle in your old button down.

Sloppy, unprofessional, unserious, unsuited, would be the accusation for anything less than a pristine appearance.

It sucked, that in order to ensure he was respected, Viktor had to play by those rules as well.

Sometimes you felt like he was above all of it, with how well he seemed to handle it.

Calm, inquisitive, insightful– almost perfect in his own way.

He was effortlessly attractive enough to play by their book with ease. Elegant, was the closest word you could find. You…appreciated his looks, as an artist. Not only was he pretty, he was interesting to look at. To study. To draw. To…admire

But he was still just a person, just like you.

A person you liked to be around.

And a person who shared your struggle—

The burden of having to be exceptional to be worth being given a chance.

“Why stats though? Why not chemistry or biology? Not that we aren’t happy to have you, of course.” You inquired, idly doodling little stars on your fresh notebook. You didn’t notice the tiny, fond smile that flickered across his face as you did.

He shrugged, riling through his bag for his notebook. “Statistics is just as important to scientific study as the other two, though I believe I was chosen on more of a whim if anything. To see if I thrive.” Though he said it nonchalantly, you could tell there was a twinge of salt to his words.

They were testing him. Pressing him.

How petty.

“Although, I believe It’s not the math that will be difficult in this endeavor, it’s it’s more likely to be the students.” He murmured lowly, so only you and Sky could hear. You couldn’t suppress a giggle as you scanned the classroom.

He wasn’t wrong. Viktor seldom was.

He was already getting looks. Of course he was. Mostly curious, very few scornful, and several quite doe eyed. But the buzz of expectation hung in the air, as the first class of the semester began.

What you did not notice, but what both Sky and Viktor did:

Is that a fair number of those eyes were also on you.

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“Good morning and welcome back! For our new students, simply—Welcome!” A jovial voice sprang forth from the front of the classroom, immediately catching your attention.

This was not the professor you were expecting.

And, judging by the look on Viktor’s face, he hadn’t known either.

Instead of the grumpy, stiff, militant Math professor you were accustomed to in your prior required courses, before you stood a short, rotund, rosy cheeked man.

That was professor Heimerdinger.

The Dean of the Academy.

Viktor’s Sponsor

“I can tell you’re all surprised to see me!”

No shit.

Apparently, according to his long winded explanation, he was feeling “too detached” from the students and faculty, so he wanted to try his hand at teaching again for a few semesters.

Which was all well and good.

Aside from the fact that he had neglected to tell Viktor.

Ah… so this was why he was chosen for Stats.

Viktor quickly adapted to the sudden change, clearing his throat right as the Professor was about to go off another tangent.

“Ah! Right! Before I get carried away, your TA for this course will be Mister Viktor Michálek over here—“ he gestured to Viktor, who gave a curt nod and a wave to the class, only halfway leaving his chair.

From a few corners of the room, you could hear a few bashful giggles from what were undoubtedly underclassmen. You exchanged exasperated smiles with Sky, having both noticed.

Poor Viktor, you’re gonna be really busy, really soon...

Viktor was often a victim of his own good looks and wit, as far as professionalism went.

You remembered it had happened in a literature lecture you had with him once. He offered homework help out of the goodness of his heart (as well as for extra credit), and soon enough his afternoons were booked and busy with tutoring sessions with peers who were more interested in his mouth than the words that were coming out of it.

Of course, he turned most of them down.

Although…. You can’t say with any certainty that he said no to all of them. He was a grown man after all.

The thought used to warm your cheeks when it happened the first few times.

After it happened in 6 different classes, you made your peace with it.

Regardless, he was thoroughly irritated with people “wasting his time”.

“It is insulting honestly; here I am doing them a favor, and all they want to do is space out and fantasize” he had complained once during one of his visits to your café. “And here I thought that that one was genuinely interested in comparing our essays-“

Oh, the burden of exceptionalism…

Piltovans had a lot of preconceived notions and stereotypes about people from Zaun. That they were fast, wild, and debauched by nature.

When you did not immediately fit that mold they had created, it intrigued and enticed them, much to the dismay of your little trio.

Poor, sweet Sky had many a ill-fated date at your cafe during your shifts. Once they realized she was simply being nice, and wasn’t putting out like they had expected— they’d come up with an excuse to leave, or if they were real assholes, start getting a bit loud. The baseball bat your mom kept under the front counter only had to be flashed a handful of times, in that instance.

Meanwhile, Viktor’s aloof and often detached demeanor was seen as a challenge for a lot of people. He was humble, and often shrugged it off or disregarded it: But he had many admirers— and very few successful ones.

Well, that you knew about. He was a rather private person by nature.

You had experienced similar treatment, once you were burnt out on trying to fit in. Just last semester you had to resist blacking the eye of some piltie trust fund jerk who offered to pay you for “a bit of fun”.

It wasn’t worth risking your scholarship, so you had to make do with a simple “fuck no” as you briskly walked away.

To them, the lot of you were just another conquest; an interesting story to be told. An interesting anecdote to brag about at parties and galas you’d never be invited to.

You weren’t keen on letting any of that fly.

So you kept to yourself for the most part, when you could help it.

A lot of people here; entitled people, did not handle rejection well. You knew that early on.

So you never gave them much of a chance to be rejected.

It was partly subconscious at this point. You had bigger things to worry about than romance and hookups after all. You’d lost count the number of times Sky had told you a classmate you had never even perceived as remotely interested had a crush on you.

Sky also clued you in to the nickname you had earned, both here and back in high school

The Ice Queen: cold, haughty, and oh so dangerous.

You felt it was a bit dramatic.

Too on the nose.

Oh well. It didn’t matter anyways.

"They should have been more direct", you had told her the last time.

You didn’t have much time left to linger on the topic before Viktor spoke up to introduce himself.

“Hello—I’m Viktor, and I’ll be the TA this semester. My office hours are Thursdays from 4:00 to 6:00, and they will be held here in the classroom-“

The dips and curves of his accent was something you’d never get tired of listening to; and evidently a good portion of your class agreed by how silently they were listening. While his words were succinct, they weren’t abrasive like yours tended to be.

“—If anyone has questions, my email is in the syllabus.” He concluded, nodding to Heimerdinger to regain the class’s attention.

It was very wise, and very like him, to abstain from providing his personal phone number. Although it likely wouldn’t deter anyone from asking for it, much to his inconvenience.

He didn’t give his number out casually. In fact, he was a pretty difficult person to get a hold of considering how busy his day to day is.

Which, admittedly, made you a bit smug that you had it.

He trusted you with it. As your friend.

Maybe you were friends, you briefly considered as the professor began to ramble once more.

You couldn’t find a close enough word to describe your affection for him. So friends would have to do.

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Despite your lack of passion for the subject, your very first class of the new year was a complete breeze. Despite talking a mile a minute, Heimerdinger’s review of the syllabus was actually very easy to understand. It was also intensely helpful to at one of the smartest people you knew was your TA, knowing full well he’d accept mild bribery in the form of free coffee to help you study outside of his office hours.

The bell rang, and the class began to scatter— though you did notice a few stragglers lingering, likely to talk to Viktor.

Who was currently talking to you.

“Sorry to have to leave you to your own devices, but I’ve gotta get going if I wanna make good time.” You apologized, noting the lingering gazes of the remaining students. You didn’t want to stand out, or god forbid, seem like competition for them.

“You would leave me to the wolves so suddenly? How cruel…” he feigned despair, unable to hide a half smile as he watched you gather your things.

“I wouldn’t if I didn’t think you were able to fend for yourself” you scoffed “or do you want me to coddle you like that one girl from last semester? Grab all your bags and offer to let you lean on me?”

“Absolutely not.” He groaned at the memory. It was embarrassing, not only for him, but second hand embarrassment for the girl who thought him fully incapable of basic tasks, not even realizing he was absolutely uninterested.

Now you could laugh about it, but it was seriously aggravating when it happened.

You snorted a laugh at his instant and intense rejection of the notion, before you put your hands up in surrender.

“Alright, very well, fend for yourself then!” When you moved to stand, his hand on your bag stopped you for a moment as he spoke up once more.

“Before you go, I wanted to let you know that I won’t be able to stop by after school today… too much work during the first week.”

He looked genuinely disappointed, and you smiled sympathetically. The fact that he felt the need to let you know was incredibly sweet, even if it was just so you wouldn’t wait around for him.

“Don’t sweat it! It’s gonna be a rough first few weeks for most of us-“ you assured him, nodding toward where Sky was bolting out of the door to make it to her next class. Poor thing. Her next class was all the way across the campus from what you remember. He gave a sigh and a half smile as he rose from his seat to begin gathering his things.

“You know where I’ll be; and that there’ll always be one of the good seats and a cup of something warm when you stop by...” you carefully tucked away your notes into your bag, slinging it over your shoulder carelessly.

A bit too careless.

You winced.

Damned sore muscles. Damned sore back…

Viktor’s thick brows furrowed with concern.

“Are you alright?

In the over two years you’ve known each other, you found that you were always terrible at lying to him.

So you’d given up on trying.

“Just a bit sore from work last night, that’s all! A-anyways I gotta get going! See ya!” You rattled off your brief explanation, as you swiftly evaded any further questions by jetting to the door. Viktor’s follow up questions died in his throat as you scampered away.

You did not see him smile, or chuckle softly at your antics.

He could only hope you didn’t strain yourself further, to the point of long term detriment.

He had all too much experience with that, after all.

The sound of his name being called, tore his eyes from the open door, where he hadn’t realized he had been staring.

But even as he chatted and conversed with the students, remaining polite but rather distant—

He was still thinking about you.

——

On your way out, you hear the brief chittering of some gossiping students, just the tail end, but enough to make you grit your teeth—

“Guess you really can find pearls in the gutter! Who’dve thought?”

Haughty, shrill giggling followed, and you shoved in your earbuds to continue your trek to your next class.

You were getting sick of being seen as an oddity.

But you needed that degree. If not just to prove a point.

To prove your worth.

To prove all of this hard work wasn't going to waste.

Despite the fatigue already developing from your impromptu run this morning, you kept your pace brisk as you headed toward your next class.

I will have a good day…

I will…

Another bout of shrill giggling, eyes from every direction burning into you.

Someone whistled from far away. More laughter.

You scowled.

So fucking help me god, I will.

#peachii fics #my fics #viktor x reader #arcane #college au #arcane netflix #arcane viktor #sky young #arcane x reader

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theres-whump-in-that-nebula · 6 months ago

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Saw some straight-up inexperienced takes on children’s right to consent in the youth liberation tags.

“Children and adults are on the same level and kids can consent! I’m a minor and I can consent! Don’t infantilize me!”

I’m an educator who’s worked with both kids and adults, and I have a near-photographic memory which allows me to remember my early childhood years at a depth most people can’t. I know what I’m talking about, AND I still relate to kids because I remember in exquisite, painful detail what it was like to be one.

It’s not that kids CAN’T consent. Obviously kids can consent or refuse to consent to a lot of things, like saying “yes I want ice cream” or “no I don’t want a hug” or “yes I want the soles of my feet scratched for an hour straight and don’t you dare stop” (I was a weird kid). Any verbal child, with the exception of children who use echolalia to communicate, can give accurate verbal consent (“accurate” in this case meaning that when they say “yes,” it means “yes,” and that they don’t just say “yes” to everything). It stands to reason that they can technically say yes or no to life-altering things such as medical procedures, religions, jobs, or sexual activity… so the issue is not whether or not they are able to consent; the issue is whether or not they have enough lived experience, emotional development, and knowledge to make an informed decision to be responsibly allowed to consent to certain things which are high-risk.

Pedophilia is wrong — not because I think children are always innocent or “dumb blobs” — but because of the inherent developmental power imbalance between a child and an adult. Children are experiencing everything for the first time; adults have already experienced these things many times over and have the responsibility of teaching children what they know without putting them in danger. One does not allow a person who only has a driver’s license to pilot a rocket ship. Why? Because they will crash and kill themselves. Allowing a minor to have sex with an adult is like letting me fly a NASA shuttlecraft with no training.

But if I theoretically were to get trained by NASA for many years, I could perhaps avoid the whole passing out from the G-force routine, and successfully pilot that shuttlecraft. In the same way, children must learn to make small decisions over the course of their lives, until their brain has reached an ample stage of development to safely make decisions about situations which could potentially get them seriously hurt, traumatized, or killed. Abstract thinking, the last stage, takes a long time to fully develop: from the ages of 8 to 25, and even longer in some cases. Obviously bumping the age of consent to age 25 would be excessive because by the time someone is 25, they would have enough lived experience to make an informed decision, whether or not their prefrontal cortex is completely developed or not. This is why in the US, the age of consent ranges from 16–18 years of age; it is close enough to full brain development to keep people safe, and not too far along to maximize freedom of the individual. Laws aren’t perfect and some laws are stupid; but having an age of consent is more than reasonable.

Even though the abstract thinking stage ranges from eight to twenty-five, an eight-year-old and a twenty-five-year-old are NOT on the same level, even if the eight-hear-old is more experienced in one or two areas. Remember, someone who is eight has just begun to develop abstract thinking (or they may not have even started yet); someone who is twenty-five has already been developing abstract thinking for years. Should someone who just started learning chess who cannot beat a computer on easy mode be allowed by a league to compete against someone who’s played in that league for years in a national tournament? No, because that would be demoralizing for the inexperienced player, and unentertaining for the person in the league (unless they’re a bully). There is an inherent power imbalance.

Children need help to navigate complex emotions and situations because everything is new to them, and their brain is not sufficiently developed to handle emotions in a healthy way without guidance and support; this support decreases slightly every year a child is alive if parenting and teaching is consistent in their lives. Children who do not get good adult support often end up traumatized. Children rely on adults; not because of “ageism,” but because it is practical for their physical and emotional health.

This is also the reason why parents often make decisions for children and make them do things they do not want to do. Of course, many children would much rather play than go to the dentist because the dentist is scary and it hurts; but considering that not going to the dentist could result in tooth decay, even if a child does not want to go, a parent should still “force” their child to go to the dentist because the trauma of medical neglect should be avoided at all costs. So a parent should explain to their child that the dentist is there to help them be healthy and happy, to help ease a child’s fear. Most dental and medical procedures ensure that a child will have as much freedom as possible throughout their lives, by preventing them from contracting medical conditions which could potentially inhibit their freedom to do things now, or later in life. Now involuntary intersex surgery for the sake of making a child appear “normal” is another issue entirely, since this deals with a child’s identity. Unless the procedure is done to avoid a life-or-death situation or physical pain, it should not be done at all.

Another thing which absolutely should not be forced on a child is religion. If a child does not fully understand what a Jehovah’s Witness baptism entails, or if they do not know whether or not they will change their mind later due to a lack of experience and foresight, then they should not be presented with the “one-way ticket” option of baptism and effectual “marriage” to a god. This is because a child may not have the experience to recognize the Jehovah’s Witnesses as a predatory organization, especially if their parents have raised them in the cult. If they know that not serving Jehovah — according to their belief system — will get them killed in Armageddon, and that Armageddon could come at any time, including tomorrow, their decision to get baptized, which is a lifelong commitment, will be more motivated by fear than by a genuine desire to serve that god. A parent should not be allowed to punish their child in any way for refusing their religion, and religions should have age restrictions for those rituals which cannot be backed out of without penalty, once performed. This does not mean that children should not be allowed to explore different religions and choose for themselves; it only means that they should be allowed to do so with minimal risk to their mind or body, should they change their mind.

Jobs are something else which a parent should not be allowed to force or encourage a child to get, because play is essential for brain development and specifically for developing creativity. Work is often regarded as the opposite of play due to its exhausting and typically unpleasant nature, so working below a certain age will stunt a child’s growth and make it so they can do less in the long run. Now, if a child has a genuine passion they wish to pursue which most other children do not have, they should, within reason, be allowed to pursue it and potentially make money from it. However, the business side of things should be handled by the parents or another trustworthy adult, until the child is at a stage of development where they capable of handling finances, so that they may focus exclusively on their passion and furthering their education in other areas. However, the money the child earns from their work should not go to the parents; it should go to the child, potentially being placed in a savings account for their future.

In conclusion — I hate to use the “seatbelt or straight jacket analogy” abshsbshsjsjks — children are horribly disenfranchised, yes; but lowering the age of consent is not going to help them become less disenfranchised, compared to many other more feasible and less reckless rules which should be put in place by the law. Adults should be more restricted with what they can do with their children; legal restrictions should not necessarily be removed from what children can do, as many of these laws are reasonable from a scientific perspective.

What these self-proclaimed “xeno-satanists” are proposing can easily be classified as systemic child neglect (Also, side note: xeno-satanism is such a cool-sounding name and I was extremely disappointed to find out they wanted to abolish the age of consent, instead of, like, astral projecting to worship Satan on other planets. Ick. Also, it should be noted that many of these xeno-satanists are minors themselves, at the receiving end of pedophilic relationships and should not be harassed for being abused. Common sense. Don’t add gasoline to the already very hot fire.)

#youth liberation #children’s rights #debating whether or not I should post in their tags or not give me a second to decide

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avionvadion · 6 months ago

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ever think about writting a list sibling twst fic ? The plot is that Yuu is originala from twst but do to unknown event gets spirited off to put world. Their True apperance is hidden do to a curse/seal put on them(eighter as a conciquence of dimensional travel or by the one who kidnnaped them) so they look like a plain human when they could be a Mer, beastman, fae,... Also they are related to someone in NRC. Maybe the seal/curse stays even after they arrive, how do they get rid of it,who knows? Does it weaken over time or do they have to find a way to dispell it ? Maybe there's something that temporery realises them, and if their *sibling* sees them and how the curse/seal takes (painfull) effect again it's gonna cause trauma

....I think I've actually seen someone talking about that in the Twisted Wonderland tags somewhere. XD

But nah, I don't have any plans for one like that. I have enough fics I need to work on as is. T_T

Besides, with the plot I have in mind, one could argue it technically is something similar, given Eleanora, as Ellis, was originally from Twisted Wonderland and definitely has a relation to someone because if Ellis kept reincarnating before his soul world hopped... that means there's a family he kept reincarnating into until he became Eleanora. Because he had blood ties to that family.

But it's less a "long lost sibling" and more a "long lost cousin with a very strong question mark" because Ellis is that person's late uncle who died way before they were born because no Ellis ever made it past sixteen, and Eleanora was born into a different family because... she was born in a different world. But the resemblance is there. It's just subtle.

So it's like, "Huh. You're identical to my dead uncle, so we MUST be related."

"I'm from another world... oh, shit, but I did keep reincarnating before that happened. So, I mean, I guess we could technically be related?"

"Yay! I have a cousin!"

#twisted wonderland #twst #eleanora quince #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc

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kiragecko · 6 months ago

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what do you think about batcest?

Okay, I believe in Ship and Let Ship, and that fiction can be about whatever it wants to be about. So I'm not getting into a purity culture discussion here. Instead, I'll talk about my actual opinions, rather than a moral stance.

Mostly, I think that it is an uninterestingly large category, grouped together mostly for logistics reasons.

First, there's incest-kink. Which comes in two main flavours that I've seen: restitution, and violation.

Restitution incest-kink is when a person either didn't get strong family relational attachments growing up, or idolizes those types of attachments, and finds a way to create them with other loved ones later on, through either sex or roleplay.

Since familial connections were my ONLY stable relationships as a kid, this just ... feels weird to me. Why get that from people who, in my experience, are WORSE at it? I find it mildly off-putting in fic.

Violation incest-kink is when someone is attracted to the broken trust, vulnerability, and shame attached to being harmed by someone supposed to protect you.

I like dark fic, and benefit from reliving helplessness in a safe environment (like fic). I will read a fic like this, but usually for unrelated reasons. Incest isn't the draw, it just often shows up in the same stories as tropes that work better for me.

Then, there's the Batcest which isn't interested in incest at all. It's just labeled that way to warn people that characters, which the audience might consider family, are dating/having sex.

I think it's a good idea to label that! Some people might want to avoid it!

(I don't personally think that this counts as writing incest. This type of fic is usually impossible to differentiate from fic about characters who are unrelated. The previous type of fic that I described IS distinct. If something has no effect on the story, I don't think it's an important variable.)

I think people write Technical Batcest for multiple reasons. Some that I've seen are:

They're the characters the authour has seen interact. Which makes them the only available options to ship. I can enjoy this type of fic, though I REALLY like supporting characters, and comics minutiae, so I often find it a bit limiting.

The authour only knows how to interpret canon closeness through sex/romance. Similar to the first type of incest-kink, but without the awareness. I'm way too aroace for this boringness.

The authour has a specific dynamic or theme to explore, and it can most easily be explored through sex/romance. This ... is often extremely compelling. Fiction has tools that really life doesn't. Metaphors, symbols, and mirrored experiences can be amazing ways to explore complex topics. I APPROVE of shipping Bats together if it gets me some deep insights into them, myself, or the world!

For me, whether something is Batcest or not isn't really a helpful factor. I'm looking at other tags, the summary, and maybe the first few paragraphs, instead.

The only things I actively search out are a few JayTim tropes that I feel are most successfully explored through their particular history and context, and also work best with sex as ... almost a distancing effect? Like, the thing they're resonating with in me has NOTHING to do with sex, but is far too vulnerable to be addressed directly. Pretend sex happening to other people is enough distance that I can actually look into that part of myself.

(I would like if enough people knew about the 'Incest Kink' tag that I could assume that 'Pseudo-Incest' by itself probably WASN'T the first category. It would make both tags more useful. But I still think it's valuable to tag things even if they don't help me!)

Finally, here are my opinions about the actual ship dynamics.

I am not interested in Damian being shipped with anyone, related or not. Find it a turn off. He's little, I don't HAVE to tolerate ships yet!

There is a certain kind of romantic exploration I find compelling in rare Cass fics, but I have no interest in reading about her having sex, ever. (The only other Wayne I've seen this dynamic with is Tim, and those were written before the adoption.)

Tim is shut down enough that sex becomes a valid way to get into his head. Really uninterested in anything but his platonic sibling relationship with Dick. Dark fic with him and Bruce is possible, but can go wrong in a lot of ways. I like him and Jason with a variety of dynamics and interpretations - both canon compliant and completely fanon.

Dick and anyone other than Jason usually bothers me, and I avoid it. I relate to Dick as co-eldest-siblings. That is not what I am interested in with siblings. Even Dark fic with him and Bruce isn't fun. Prefer Dick & Jason over JayDick, but the ship can occasionally work.

I'm more interested in the family dynamics with ALL the characters. That's true with Jason, as well. But with him I have the least strongly-negative reactions to ships. The only Wayne ship I get a lot out of is JayTim, but I'd be willing to read most of them, if the story seemed interesting.

Bruce and his children is ... I'm not a FAN. But, again, when I want things dark, that tends to be one of the places writers gravitate to, so I'll follow them.

Alfred. I do NOT want Alfred/Bruce. No. Not for me. Theoretically, Alfred would be even more affective than Bruce for dark ships with the kids, but I haven't actually found anything that worked for me.

And I haven't seen enough fic with any other relationships that would fit this label to have opinions.

#not for papas #I also think that a question like this is often bait #but I prefer assuming earnestness #batcest #incest kink #dark fic #ship and let ship

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whatevertheweather · 1 year ago

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an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Thank you for the tags @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @youarenevertooold I've been in search of ways to procrastinate <3

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

I'll go with one that isn't being posted yet: Callous.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Touch starvation + poor communication = Baz's No Good Very Bad Night

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

PTSD, disassociation, and, uh, emotional hurt/comfort?

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

Bold of anyone to assume I'm good enough at coming up with titles that I have multiple to choose from. Oh! But actually I do for Bait and Switch, thanks to Dre brainstorming fishing idioms with me. There were 4 alternatives, but my favorite is All is Fish, because it makes no fucking sense.

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?

It had better be Musical Chairs.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

In an uncommon turn of events, I only have one (active) WIP right now that's not already named as it will be posted, and that's "yeah sure let's just write some shit that's way later and not finish the other that's fine"

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

It’s just…there’s also some deer in the headlights energy to him, which, mixed with the general aura of barely tamed violence, is throwing Shepard off. Truly, it’s been a good long while since he’s done this kind of pinballing over what he’s seeing when he looks at someone.

He does know what he’s seeing when he looks back at Simon. It’s the sort of face that has him politely averting his eyes to examine the bland thread of Simon’s shirt instead. He thinks walking in on the two of them tangled up without a stitch of clothing wouldn’t feel half as intrusive as looking at that expression did.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

I had to abandon about a page of the above misnamed WIP (now to be succinctly abbreviated as YSLJWSSTWLANFTOTF) because it no longer fits the tone of the rest of the fic at all, which is sad because it made me laugh. It's too long to put here in its entirety, but here's part of one line, which shall function as the dead darling's eulogy: "I know you have a dick, Baz, I’ve fucking well been thinking about it!”

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Okay there's one I don't want to say much about because, selfishly, I want to be the one to write it, but it's related to truth spells. (Technically I've started it because there's a document with 10 scattered lines of dialogue, but I haven't started it started it.)

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

I'm trying to focus on 3, but I might have to say 4 here.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I have rewritten the same 4 pages of Musical Chairs about 5 times. It's absurd. I know what's going to happen, I have the ending written, I have almost everything that gets us there written, and yet this section is u n d o i n g me.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

I'm gonna take that as me sending kudos to all these lovely people: @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @artsyunderstudy @fatalfangirl @whogaveyoupermission @iamamythologicalcreature @thewholelemon @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @larkral

#for number 6 I also have to give a shoutout to the callous chapter 'haha whoops more chapters'#my writing #ask game #(sort of?)

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