#BUT I NEVER ASKED FOR DIFFERENT PRONOUNS. OR GOT MAD. IT WAS JUST THE NAME

[mallach]

as an only tangentially related addendum irt lrt, im also like... FREQUENTLY assumed to be a some flavor of LGBT in public regardless of whether im wearing my little fag ass rainbow glasses or dressed particularly plain that day. used to get approached all the time by my very sweet egg classmate about gender issues even when i wasnt OUT out at all. ill forever be haunted by a middle school encounter i had where a girl said 'i thought you just didn't like... ANYONE' (in a conversation where i had explained my toddler self was a lesbian after being DIRECTLY ASKED. UNPROMPTED) to me. she was right

[kiyo-cant-write]

Sebek and Silver with a strong s/o ✧･ﾟ

Summary: These headcanons are for Silver and Sebek Zigvolt with a physically strong s/o who is able to lift them into the air and carry them around in their arms.

TW/CW: None

Notes: established relationship, they/them pronouns for reader, gender neutral reader, the reader is assumed to be smaller than Silver/Sebek

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Silver

Silver was floored initially.

How is his s/o SO STRONG?

He has been training since childhood and they just... lift him.

Silver is confused about how someone smaller can do such a thing.

He is also amazed, however, and... Ultimately, he likes it.

It eases his worries that his lover can find him and carry him to wherever he needs to be if he passes out against his will.

At first, he found it a bit emasculating but he's over that now.

The reason he is over it is that Lilia pointed out his own height.

Silver ended up apologizing for dishonoring his father.

Silver's s/o got to hear about this the day after.

Silver asks his s/o if they would consider training with him.

If they accept, they get to see a new side to Silver.

They also unlock a new era of their relationship called "Lilia is my father-in-law AND my teacher woohoo!"

Silver opened his eyes to see the world moving by him much more quickly than anticipated. Hadn't he been in the courtyard? Why was he looking up at the sky? Why were the clouds moving so fast? It was a bit jarring if the light-haired boy was being honest about it.

"Wh...?"

"Oh! Good! You're awake!" [Name]'s voice could be heard from...

...Above him?

He looked down and sure enough, there was his lovely partner. They were holding him bridal style as they walked (at a fairly good pace). Where were they headed? Was he awake right now? He felt sluggish.

"[Name]...?" it left Silver's lips slowly, "Wh... What are you doing?"

"Taking you to class, silly!" [Name] told him, laughing softly.

"Oh..."

[Name] was headed toward his next class. Silver wasn't sure what his next class was but he was probably late for it. Sebek would not like that.

Father may or may not care but Sebek would never let him hear the end of it. He might even insist on Silver being punished for dishonoring their master. Silver wanted to sigh at just the thought of it.

"Thank you..." Silver told them, face dusted with a soft pink, "Uhm. This is helpful... If not a tad, er, embarrassing..."

They giggled at his wording.

"I don't mind helping you out, Sil," they told him, "And, is it? I think you're cute like this."

They were being a bit too honest for Silver to handle, his face turned a bit redder at the comment. People didn't often carry him. It wasn't something that should happen to guards for Prince Malleus, his master. And it had been years since his father last carried him anywhere. He was no longer a child.

And... being called cute was different when it came from [Name] and not his father or Prince Malleus (when he was younger).

"I, ah... Thank you."

Those were the words Silver settled on as they headed to his class together.

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Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is startled and a bit offended the first time it happens.

His s/o, his TINY LOVER, lifts HIM into the air.

He screams and gets detention from Professor Trein.

The second, third, and fourth times it happens are no better.

Each time, he yells in startlement and thinks there is danger afoot.

The only reason s/o doesn't get clocked is because they are s/o.

WHAT IF HE HURT THEM?? NEVER!

By the sixth or seventh time, he starts to get used to it.

Sebek starts to expect his s/o to pick him up if he makes a fuss.

Sometimes, he will make a fuss so they showcase their strength, the pride he feels for their existence outweighing the show of weakness in front of others.

In the end, he's fine with it, but he still shouts in a typical Sebek fashion that he wishes to be put down.

His s/o understands that he doesn't mean it and sometimes makes a mad dash across campus with Sebek in their arms.

Lilia is the one who asks if you want to train with them sometime.

Sebek is gleaming with pride at the fact that his s/o was acknowledged by his teacher, THE Lilia Vanrouge.

Sebek was yelling down at his partner as they carried him across the courtyard of Night Raven College. Despite this, [Name] did not stop running. In fact, they did not seem to mind one bit. It was quite fitting for someone who had chosen Sebek as their lover.

"PUT ME DOWN, [NAME]! I WILL BE LATE FOR MALLEUS-SAMA'S APPOINTMENT!" Sebek called to them, not caring that his volume was attracting attention from other students.

"You'll be fine, I can get you there!" [Name] told him, switching directions to head toward the Mirror Chamber, "You'll be there early!"

As they turned, Sebek did not even pause his yelling as his body flew around like a tower in the washing machine before settling back in the strange upright position his lover was carrying him in.

"WE HAD BETTER NOT BE LATE! WE CANNOT DISHONOR MALLEUS-SAMA!" Sebek continued.

[Name] just laughed at his statements as they headed toward his destination. It was kind of fun to be transportation for Sebek, the looks it earned from peers and upperclassmen alike was hilarious.

As long as they didn't crash into anyone, it should be fine!

"ONWARD, [NAME]!"

"I thought you didn't like this, Sebek?" they teased.

"I DO NOT! I SIMPLY WISH TO GET TO MALLEUS-SAMA."

"Sure, sure."

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[stabortega]

AMBER FREEMAN HCS — DATING HER

Summary: What dating Amber Freeman would be like.

Pairings: Amber Freeman x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: SFW & NSFW. Implied fem reader, she/her pronouns used. MDNI.

Author's note: First smut-ish content, let me know what you think!

MASTERLIST.

SFW:

It wasn't a surprise when Amber and you started dating.

I mean, when she met you, all of her friends knew that she wouldn't stop chasing after you untill you were hers.

She doesn't really know how, but the ever since the first time you walked into that classroom, you started being the number one thought on her mind, 24/7.

If she wasn't thinking about you, she was hoping someone would say something about you so she could talk about you.

And Amber, of course, is a natural romantic.

When she wants to, of course.

She would leave little notes on your locker, signed with her name on the bottom so you would know that it was hers.

Or she would walk you to class, walk you home, give you her jacket on the cold days and hold yours in the hot ones.

She would make sure that all of the boys and girls from school knew you were together (even before you were dating), so they would never look at you in a different way.

So, when she asked you to be her girlfriend, she bought the biggest ring she could find.

I mean, it was blinding.

So, like I've said; It definitely wasn't a surprise when you guys started dating.

And let me tell you, Amber is the type of girlfriend who wants to do EVERYTHING with you.

If you needed groceries, she would drive you. She would pick up all of your bags and help you store all the food.

Or, if you wanted to go to the movies with some friends (unbeknownst to you; she never felt more jealous in her life), she would "happily" drive you.

She was sweet, caring, loving. Sometimes, too much. But you didn't mind. It was her language.

She was the type of girl who you'd happily introduce to you parents (and you did).

And Amber? You meant the world to her. You were sweet, Innocent and pure. Everything she wanted in a girl.

You would spend all of your days together, before and after school. Watching movies, obviously.

She would rant about all of the Stab movies and you were more than happy to listen.

All of her friends adored you, mainly because the way she changed when she was with you.

Rather than being sarcastic, cold and a little bit scary; when you guys were together, she suddenly got sweet and caring.

But that was something exclusive to you.

NSFW:

Naturally, she was your first.

And that was something Amber loved to brag about to herself. As a reassurance, maybe.

"She loves me enough to let me touch her."

The first times she was careful. Loving. Scared that you were to break if she did it too hard. And you loved it, of course.

But after the tenth, eleventh time, you kinda wanted... more?

You knew she was holding herself back, so one night, while you were at her house alone, you finally decided to say something that was stuck in your throat for days.

"When are you gonna start fucking me like the slut I am, baby?"

And that was pretty much it.

That night, she railed you so good you swore you felt her fingers inside you for days.

And, knowing Amber, she loved being in control like that.

Having you on all fours, crying and begging for her to fuck you was something she would definitely never forget. It was a source of pride.

You were her prize.

And we all know Amber is a dom. When she's mad, she's gonna take it out on you. When she's relaxed, she'll make you feel just as relaxed as she.

And you didn't had much experience on the matter, so you didn't mind having her control you like that.

Even when she was a bottom, she made sure to remind you that at the end of the day, she was the one who owned you.

You were 100% her pet.

If she tells you to sit on her face, you would.

If she tells you to be on your knees, you would.

And if she didn't told you if you could cum yet, you would hold it in untill she said otherwise.

But, god, sometimes it was too much.

"I can't take it anymore, baby..." You whimpered, tears streaming down your face while she was knuckles deep inside you.

"You can, baby. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Just hold it in just a little while longer, okay?" You couldn't fathom the way she was so sweet, so demanding and yet a little bit scary at the same time.

You've lost count how many times you came while crying, like the little bitch you knew you were.

And when she had a tough day, she made sure to remind you who you were and what was your place.

Especially with her strap.

Now, Amber was never much of a toy girl, to begin with.

But there was something about the way you gagged on her strap that she couldn't handle.

"Yes, baby... Take it all of me, just like that. God, you're such a filthy slut, it's probably not even your first time." She laughed, holding your hair up in a messy ponytail while you felt the tip of her cock right in the back of your throat. "I mean... You're taking my cock in like a fucking pro, baby. Do your parents know that their little girl likes having my dick shoved down her throat everyday after class?"

She would slap you. Your butt, your thigh, your face. Pull your hair and force you to look at her while she was fucking your soul out of you.

She wasn't satisfied until you came, at least, three times.

And, naturally, she was the queen of aftercare.

She would run you a nice warm bath, brush and wash your hair, lay you down with her while watching some stupid sitcom and pretending that she wasn't calling you a slut 30 minutes ago.

She would whisper sweet nothings in your ear untill you feel asleep, making you feel like the most special girl in the world.

[whowantslovergirl]

You did what?!

Joey Tribbiani x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: this basically the episode where he proposes to Rachel just with Y/N, Y/N is pregnant from a guy named Dave, pregnancy, and marriage hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

friends masterlist

Summary: Joey proposed to Y/N when she had her baby with a different guy

posted: February 19,2024

“Y/N is in labor! Everyone go go go!” Monica yelled rushing everyone out of the door.

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You were breathing frantically. You can’t believe you’re having a baby. You’re in the waiting room waiting for all of your friends.

“Y/N we really should be going to the delivery room or something what if he just pops out?!” Your ex Dave was also panicking and trying to rush you.

“No I told you we are waiting for my friends!” Then they came. A bunch of ‘hi and heys’ were heard and then you and Dave rushed to the secretary.

“Hi I am about to have a baby so do I have to sign anything or?” You said smiling and very calm which shocked everyone. “Oh one of your friends can sign your papers.”

“Got it!” Joey walked to the front to grab the papers. “Um Joey I think Dave wanted to sign her papers.” Rachel said seeing the look on Dave’s face. “Well snooze you lose Dave.” He said as signing your papers. Joey never liked Dave he thought he didn’t deserve someone like you.

So imagine how mad he was when he found out you were pregnant with his baby.

“Ok this is fun and all but Dave take me to the room I think I can feel an arm crawling out.” With that said Dave put you in a wheelchair and ran to the room.

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After 30 hours and annoying people you finally had your little baby boy.

Everyone came in and said awww.

“Aw look at him!” Monica said while carrying him.

“Oh my god I just want to chop him up and put his parts in my pocket!” Phoebe said not seeing all the scared stares on her. “So what do you guys think on naming him?” Ross asked.

“Well I’m letting Y/N have full control over his name. She’s the one who popped him out anyway!”

“Vincent Joseph L/N”

Everyone just sighed and looked at Joey. Joey looked at everyone and was confused. “What is everyone looking at?”

“Joey um what’s Joey short for?” Chandler asked.

“Joesph Why?”He gasped and you laughed. “Me? Oh my god thank you so much really this means a lot.” You just nodded and grabbed his hand and you guys looked at each other with such love.

After a few minutes everyone started to get uncomfortable. “Alright let’s go!” Phoebe said and everyone rushed out. Leaving you Joey and Dave.

“Well Ima get some flowers I’ll be right back.” Dave said while putting his jacket down on the chair in the room. It fell on the ground and Joey went to go pick it up.

And a ring fell out.

“Hey Joe? Can you help me with getting comfortable? Something’s on my back and I can’t get it.” He turned around and when he was on one knee you see a ring. You were shocked but it felt right to say yes.

“Okay.”

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“You did what?!” Joey just told Chandler what just happened between you and him. “I tried to tell her but her breasts were all out and I-.” He pacing back and forth. He just can’t believe you said yes.

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“He did what?!” You just told Monica that he proposed.

“He proposed!” You say smiling and showing your hand off.

“I really don’t think you should do this- and it’s bigger than mine!” She said grabbing your hand to look at the ring.

“Um Days of our lives thank you very much.” You say wiggling your finger around. She shook her head and let your hand go. “But no you can not marry him!”

Then Rachel and Phoebe walked in. “Perfect! More opinions! Ask them Monica.”

“Joey proposed. Should she marry him?”

“Yes!” They both exclaimed. “She’s already in love with Joey so that step is over.” Phoebe said.

“Yea and they are best friends!” Rachel continued.

“Woah woah I am not in love with Joey!” You said shutting down this allegation. “Yea alright.” Phoebe said sarcastically while rolling her eyes.

You’re not in love with Joey. Are you?

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“Man you gotta tell her that it was all a big misunderstanding.” Ross said. Joey is panicking, what if he didn’t want tell you. He would be a better husband than that bum. “Come on Joey.” Chandler said bringing Joey to your room.

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“Alright Joey tell her.” Chandler said while Ross pushed him closer. “Um I- I didn’t propose Dave’s jacket fell and I went to pick it up and a case fell out I opened it, it was a ring then you called me and I turned around and-.”

“What?!” Everyone turned around to see Dave with blue flowers and ‘Its a Boy!’ balloon. He rushed to you and saw your hand. “You said yes?!”

Ohhhh shit.

“Um well you can’t get mad at me I just had a baby!”

Then Dave turned to Joey. “Listen man I know you don’t like me but really?! The woman I have a baby with, that’s- that’s really low.” Then he turned to you. “I thought we could start over Y/n, but it’s whatever marry the guy I couldn’t care less.”

He walked out, then everyone walked out trying to comfort him. Leaving you and Joey. There was awkward silence. You were going to speak but he beat you to it. “Why did you say yes?” You just shrugged. “No, no you do know.”

“I really don’t Joe, I just didn’t want to be alone and if anyone should be my husband it should be you.”

“Is that really the reason Y/n?”

“Noooo I might like you like a little bit.” You say putting ur fingers together slightly. He just chuckled. “I might like you a little too.” He said while going to hug you but you pull him into a kiss instead.

“Oh my god can we come in now?!” You hear Rachel say behind the door. “Come in!”

They all walk in silently asking if something happened and when you nodded everyone cheered.

It finally happened.

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It’s two years later, You and Joey are finally getting married. Dave slowly forgiven Joey but at least he’s okay with it. Vince is two now and he looks exactly like you, even though Joey is not his biological father, Vince still has his humor saying how you doin every chance he gets.

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“Do you Y/n L/n take Joey Tribbiani as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

Do you Joey Tribbiani take Y/n L/n as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“Hell yeah!” He saw the face of the minister and he apologized. “I mean yeah I do.” You chuckled a bit.

“You may kiss your bride.”

And he did and he did well.

Vince and everyone else cheered loudly.

You’re so glad he accidentally proposed.

An: AHHHHH this is lowkey rushed but hoped you enjoyed my lovers 🤍

[cemetery-sunset]

Hat Thief pt. 2 - Micah Bell x Morgan!Reader

Summary: After Reader stole Micah's hat playfully, Arthur catches her wearing it and is not happy.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings / Tags: morgan!reader, she/her pronouns, fighting

A/N: i said this would be just a oneshot and look at us now, im not even mad about it. divider from: @saradika-graphics

After she ran away from Micah’s shouts, she went around the big, white house to the other side of the camp. She saw Mary-Beth, Tilly and Karen sitting at their wagon, working on their sewing and washing. 

“Hey, ladies!” Her smile was nearly splitting her face as she tipped her hat to her friends. They immediately took notice. 

“Honey…” Mary-Beth started, trying to approach the subject respectfully. 

“Where’s your hat?” Tilly cut her off.

“Oh, it’s just inside, why?” She turned and gestured to the big house. 

“No reason…” Mary-Beth tried to play it cool, glancing at her friends. They all had matching looks of concern donning their faces. 

“Why the hell is you wearin’ Mr. Bell’s hat?” Karen rudely asked, spitting venom on the man’s name. She always said it like that, everyone did. Nobody ever called him his name kindly, or with respect. It was always venomous… and he was always venomous in return, it was a never ending cycle. 

“I stole it from him.” She smiled, slightly laughing as she said it. She made it a point to be over dramatic and pose with it. 

“I think it looks good on me, right?” The trio sat stunned, looking up at their friend. 

“If your daddy sees you in that-” Mary-Beth tried to remain civil. 

“What the hell is Arthur gonna say?!” Karen got all too worried and loud. 

“You gotta give that back.” Tilly kept her head and only spoke logically. 

“Why would you even take his hat anyway?” Tilly added as Mary-Beth looked around their friend, trying to scope out if Arthur was anywhere in sight. He was not. 

“Well, I just…” The thief trailed off, her face flushing as she failed to find the words to admit her intentions. 

“I thought it would be funny to mess with him!” She shook her head and tried to keep up a cool facade. 

“There are plenty of ways to mess with Mr. Bell that don’t require givin’ your father a heart attack OR spreading rumours ‘round camp….” Karen said, glancing at Tilly and Mary-Beth for a moment before focusing on her friend. 

“You… do know what it means to wear a man’s hat, don’t you?” Karen asked, not wanting to embarrass or scare off her friend. 

“Karen Jones! I would not- I mean I don’t- That’s improper!” The thief flushed bright red. The truth was that she did know what it meant, she knew it all too well. Her intentions were only to flirt with Micah and mess with him a little… she didn’t plan this far, after her moment with Micah.

The girl all erupted in a chorus of laughing and comments in disbelief. They tried to ask her more questions, but the thief was too embarrassed at being caught. 

“You can’t like Micah, honey, he’s horrible!” Mary-Beth said, trying to comfort her. 

“I don’t like him!” The thief tried to retaliate, but got cut off. 

“Then why’d you take the hat?” Tilly asked. 

“And more importantly, why is you still wearin’ it?” Karen nearly laughed. 

The thief’s face could not possibly get any more red. She threw up her hands, and pushed the hat further onto her head. 

“That’s IT! I’m done with y’all! I don’t like him!” She stormed off like a child being caught red handed. 

“This isn’t going to be good. I hope she gets rid of that thing ‘fore Arthur gets back.” Mary-Beth said, worried about the possible chaos. 

As the thief was walking, she reached up and touched the brim of the large, off-white hat. The feeling of the hat, the texture of it felt nice on her hands. It felt different than her hat, it was nice. She didn’t realise a small smile was on her face until she reached the main campfire in front of the big house. 

The thief sat down on the log by the fire, just enjoying the sight. Nobody else was around the fire, there was just Reverend on his bedroll, but he was passed out. The thief just gazed into the fire, and sat back, crossing her legs and humming a tune, enjoying the peace and quiet. 

She heard someone walking around, she didn’t care enough to look up and see who it was. She failed to see Micah come around the side of the house, coming closer to the fire before redirecting to sit at the main table. Micah gave up on chasing his thief, he knew that she was just playing, there was no harm. For once, he was content to just let her have it. 

Pearson was busy chopping food and preparing dinner. Uncle came stumbling to the fire before plopping himself down in a seat and starting to ramble to nobody in particular. The thief watched Kieran walk around and tend to the horses. 

It was nice to sit and enjoy the peace and quiet for a while. 

As she was watching Kieran brush The Count, she saw her father come riding down the long pathway with John and Charles right behind him. She smiled and waved, but didn’t bother to get up from the log. Micah didn’t look up at all, he was too enraptured by his own thoughts as he watched the knife in his hands slide against a piece of wood. 

“Hey, Pa!” The thief said cheerfully, before greeting his two companions. 

“Get anythin’ good?” Arthur vaguely gestured to Charles as the man held up a string of fish. 

“Got some nice bass, mostly.” Her father responded, distracted from his own tiredness. The trio tied up their horses and walked further down the entry’s path. 

Arthur stopped dead in his tracks when he looked up to see his only daughter wearing the hat of the man he hated the most. The thief herself had her eyes closing and her head leaning back, enjoying the last licks of sunlight on her face. 

“Darlin’.” He spoke, his voice cold. The thief’s head jumped up and looked at her father, knowing something was wrong just by that tone, but not realising what it was. Before she could even ask what was wrong, he cut her off. 

“Why the hell are you wearing that hat?” John and Charles looked at each other before Charles put the fish down on Pearson’s table, focusing his attention back onto his best friend. 

The thief jumped out of her seat, immediately standing rigid. She looked up and went to step over the log and take the hat off of her head. At that point, Micah’s attention was captured. He stood up and tried to defend himself. 

“Hold on now, Morgan. I didn’t do nothing-” 

“Pa! It’s not what you’re thinking! I was just messin’- I mean- I stole it! He didn’t give it to me, or nothing!” She tried to comfort her father, but his vision turned red. 

“Micah, you sonuvabitch!” Arthur moved so quickly, he grabbed Micah by the collar and swung at his face, clocking him hard on his nose. 

“You bastard! You touch my fuckin’ daughter?!” Arthur screamed in his face. 

“No! Wait- Pa!” The thief tried to reason with her father, but it was no use. Arthur pushed the man away and swung at him again. This time he missed, but Micah retaliated with the knife in his hand, trying to scare Arthur away. Micah kept trying to shout that he didn’t do anything, but everybody’s shouts were lost in the hustle. 

As Arthur and Micah fought, Charles and John jumped forward to try and pull them apart. The thief held onto the hat over her chest and could do nothing but watch. 

Each man got a few good licks in before they were pulled apart. Micah’s bottom lip was busted and bleeding. Arthur had a new cut on his arm from Micah’s knife. 

They kept shouting at each other even as they were separated. 

“You’re so stupid, Morgan! I didn’t do nothing! Your girl stole my hat!” 

“If you ever touch her, I will make sure it’s the last thing you ever do, Micah! Keep your dirty paws away from my daughter!” 

The thief could only stand there in shock, completely frozen at the scene in front of her. This was all her fault. Her father got hurt because of her…. Micah got hurt because of her.  

Charles had his hands on Arthur’s shoulders and steered him away from the area, instead pushing him to the doors of the house. Arthur thrashed out of Charles’ arms, only to grab his daughter. He grabbed her arm and ripped Micah’s hat out of her hands, throwing it to the ground.

John pushed Micah away, toward the side of the house, cursing him off. Micah grumbled and stormed away, cursing off everyone that looked at him. 

“What the hell did you do?!” John’s voice was less cold, like her fathers, and more genuinely concerned.

“You’re lucky I didn’t just kill him!” Arthur struggled to control his volume as he, his daughter and Charles walked up the stairs to the Morgans’ room. 

“I know- I mean, I didn’t mean for this to happen-!” She tried to explain herself before her father cut her off. 

When they got to their room, Arthur pushed his daughter to sit down on his bed. He, and Charles, towered over her. Charles remained silent as his friend scolded her, his arms crossed over his broad chest. 

“Okay. Let me just try to wrap my head around this…” Arthur rubbed his hand over his face, with a hand on his hip. 

“You… you…” Arthur struggled to find the words, not wanting to say something embarrassing or weird about his own daughter.

As much as she wanted to just sit there, her head hanging in embarrassment, she knew she had to explain. 

“I was just bored, Pa…” She started, looking up at her father. 

“I thought it would be funny to steal his hat. We didn’t…… He didn’t do nothing, I promise.” Arthur took a deep breath and looked at his daughter, his only child, his pride and joy. 

“Can you just promise me one thing, darlin’?.... Never go near him again. Keep your distance. Do not involve yourself with Micah. He ain’t a good man, hun…” The thief looked disappointed, yet covered it up by smiling at her father. 

“Of course, I know he’s trouble, Pa…” She stood up and held Arthur’s hands. His voice softened. 

“I’m just worried about you, sweetpea. You know that.” She smiled and hugged her father, acknowledging his anxieties. 

“I know, Pa…. I got to go clean my guns ‘fore our job tomorrow.” She smiled sweetly and said her goodbyes to her father. 

As she was walking down the stairs and out the doors, she heard her father’s voice yell once more. 

“If I ever catch him touchin’ you, I’ll kill him!!” The thief winced at the warning as she snuck out the front doors. 

[monodramatic-cannibal]

Renegade!Nightmare

Info post about the au

(If characters seem OOC ((Out Of Character)) it's beacause I'm going off of my own interpretations/headcanons/fandom versions. So please be aware of that)

More info under the cut (Info is subject to change at any time. Info may be added to as well)

(TW: Mentions of abuse, from his past, only slight mentions of it)

(when using Night or Mare, referring to whatever version has that name, but when I use Nightmare I'm talking about both of them.) 

-Jobs in the group: sudo-leader whenever the others in charge aren’t around, scouting and scavenging, anything that requires a brain really, keeping the murder trio/Cross/Error in check

Weapons of choice: sniper and staff that can turn to duel blades, when as Mare anything on them can be a weapon really.

-Head canon voice for Night: ??

-Head canon voice for Mare: ??

-Uses He/Him (main pronoun), They/Them and It/It’s, but really couldn't care less about pronouns, so doesn’t care if people use others for him.

-One of the more smarter people in the group. Acts as a sudo-leader when Sci isn’t around.

-Is able to distinguish what type of negative emotion someone has, either they be mad or sad. But cannot distinguish what type of positive emotions someone has. -He’s always been small, when they were first created there were more positive emotions than negative, leading to Dream getting more power than Nightmare, which led Dream to grow taller. When things started to get more negative though it was quick, so the tree took most of the negative energy power from Nightmare, leading to him still being small, which the tree then used that power for the apocalypse. Night did kind of get the power and height from the negative energy after that, it just didn’t happen specifically to him. It happened to Mare.

-Due to what happened before the apocalypse (abuse from people), he doesn’t really like people yelling, he also doesn’t really like violence. This includes violence on Wraiths too, if he can avoid any sort of violence he does. A lot of it still affects him to this day, but he feels more comfortable with the people around him now in the group, so tries not to let himself worry too much about things.

-Has a soft voice, due to not talking much in his past, it hurts if he tries to raise his voice or talk too long. Is getting better with his voice though, due to using it more than what he did when he was guarding the tree. Will give up on sentences mid-way through them if he struggles too much with it. 

-pretty similar backstory to the og Nm, except he never ate the apples, since the tree caused the apocalypse before that happened. He also looked closer to the og Nm as well with his outfit, but due to the apocalypse he took it as a sign he doesn't have to do his job of being a guardian for the tree then changed to more casual clothes.

Unlike the og Nm he was guarding the tree for a lot longer than him (around 450+ years), guarding the tree long after the og apple incident. 

-Despite him not really doing his job any more he still wears the crown. It’s just something he doesn’t really want to let go of. So he’s rarely seen without it. If anyone asks he just always says he’s so used to having it there that it feels weird without it there. Which is partly the truth. Mare on the other hand sometimes will have it off, due to the fact it's Night’s and people might recognize it.

-Dream and Nightmare are both trained in combat, due to being the tree guardians they’ve both had different forms of combat in them since they started existing. Nightmare’s fighting style focuses more on offense. When fighting side by side they fight in such a way to cover each other's blind spots. 

-His emotional state actually got slightly better when the apocalypse happened, since he wasn’t in constant contact with people harassing him. Sure, a lot of people still hated him, but he only saw people occasionally before he joined the group. Due to being a guardian he had to endure people/monster harassment for around 448 years.

-Originally saw himself only as Nightmare, and only let Dream call him Night, but after the apocalypse and the appearance of his other self he started letting people use Night with him, so he could call his other self Mare, when people use his full name now he has a mini heart attack since he thinks people know about Mare and are referring to them both together. 

-The two versions can communicate with each other via speaking in their head/mind, but the one out/in control can also speak out loud to talk to the other. Normally, Night doesn’t speak out loud too much around people, but Dream and Cross tend to be the ones to hear his one-sided rambles. He mainly lets them hear mainly because the rambles they hear can be taken as him just speaking aloud to himself trying to problem-solve.

-When either Night or Mare is out normally the other may take the opportunity to rest, Mare doesn’t need as much rest as Night, so normally when Mare takes over Night gives him full/complete control so he can sleep in the mind. 

So this leaves Mare to deal with any possible situation they may find themselves in.

Night can’t have complete control, as if he tries to stay in control for too long (he can go just under 2 weeks without switching to Mare) he will start to get sick, and ends up puking black tar/eyes leaking tar. Which after a while Mare is forces to take control as Night will be in too much pain.

-Mare is considered a Wraith, But unlike the simple mind of Wraiths they’re actually as smart as Night (if not a bit smarter) (Mare can also be around Wraiths without them attacking) 

-Both Night and Mare consider themselves the same person. In the beginning it was true, as Mare only had Night’s emotions and memories to go off of. As Mare got to form their own opinions on things it looked as if they were separate beings, but the two concluded Mare is still going off of Night’s emotions/memories. So they still say that they’re the same being.

-Nightmare would do anything for his brother (Dream), even if it means putting himself in danger, he also tries not to let Dream see all the things he's doing for him, as he doesn't want Dream to worry about him

-Night knows not a lot of people like him, due to what happened with the tree, a lot of people blaming him due to it being negative emotions that caused what happened. Even though he has nothing to do with it. To add to this, if anyone is being mean to him for any reason he just tends to be polite to them, most of the time it makes people feel a bit bad for being a dick when he's being so polite back. If he isn't polite, he's normally joking around. 

-Nightmare and Dream joined the group, kind of in the middle of everyone else joining. Nightmare originally wanted to keep on the move, but Dream got along so well with Ink and Blue that he didn't want to separate them, and since both himself and Dream didn't want to be apart either, he stuck around. 

Though he had to prove himself to be useful, given his situation of a lot of people thinking he caused this. Nightmare got along decently with Sci, due to being almost as smart as him, and he quickly got along with Horror. Which is when Dust and Killer joined, they quickly formed a little group together. (Cross and Error being honorary members in Nightmare's little group) 

-He’s aware he's kinda hard to be around due to giving off negative energy, but it doesn’t stop the ones he’s befriended from still hanging out with him somehow. Unlike Dream though due to how Nightmare developed it takes longer for people to feel negative due to being around, so he can be around people, but he tends to give people breaks from himself after being around him for too long. 

-Night does a lot of things for the group, he helps Sci make things for their survival, helps scout out areas (due to being small he can get into places where the others can't), helps scavenge for items.

-The 4 smartest people in the group are Sci, Nightmare, Geno and Gans/Echo.

Normally people don't bother Sci since he's normally quite busy or getting rest, and people don't tend to bother Geno since he's normally complaining and shit like that. Gans/Echo is normally off somewhere or doesn’t care enough to help, so it normally leaves people to go to Nightmare when there's a problem, as he's only slightly easier to get a hold of. 

BUT Nightmare also likes to hide in places to get some peace for once, so he's only easier to get a hold of when he's around, whereas even thou Sci, Geno and Gans/Echo are around they're quite hard to get help from.

-Nightmare acts blunt most of the time, mainly because he’s used to not showing much emotion, only really ever having showed emotion to Dream, so when joining the group he does try to show more emotion, since he knows not everyone will like how blunt he normally is. His way of showing emotions is to be somewhat goofy, and unserious, sometimes though he doesn’t really take much serious, since he doesn’t really care too much. He’s also a bit of a smug bastard from time to time, enjoying being a bit of a rat or just being annoying. He does things he wants to do now, whereas in the past he only did things because he had to but had to disregard the things he wanted to do. He feels a lot more free than what he did, but is still semi aware about the fact he isn’t fully free but ignores that in favor of being ignorant. 

When he does decide to care about something though, he cares too much. Even if it’s going to affect him negatively, he’d much rather care than not care at all.

-Night doesn’t really like eye contact, doesn’t really like how intense some people's eye contact can be. Mare also doesn’t like eye contact either, but unlike Night, Mare’s eye is quite intense for most, so it ends up with the other person looking away before them.

-Night always looks tired, basically permanently having darkness under his eyes. Dream always tells him to get more sleep, but it’s not like Night wants to stay up it’s just he really struggles to get sleep.

Tends to get more sleep when he likes/trusts are in the same room as him.

-Night’s left eye may flash blue sometimes, this is due to Mare sometimes coming up to the surface of Night’s mind to check on him or to check out the situation. This eye flashing has only started due to the apocalypse. 

-Night’s tail doesn’t move around too much, it's normally remaining low to the ground or even curled up around one of his legs. In contrast to his brothers tail.

-Night doesn’t like being alone. But at the same time he’s scared of trying to seek comfort in other people normally forcing himself to be alone. He hates it, Mare tells him to go hang out with his brother or friends, but Night always refuses. 

Mare tells him if he doesn’t put in effort with other people then what's stopping them from putting in effort with him. Mare telling him this terrifies him, he knows it’s true but is just so lost on how to approach others that he just lets himself suffer. In Night’s mind suffering alone is better than suffering pain or embarrassment for trying to reach out to others, and having them possibly reject him.

-Normally gets picked up by people due to being short and light. Dream, Cross and the MTT trio are the main culprits for picking him up. Night doesn’t mind too much, especially if they were walking somewhere, it just means he doesn’t have to walk. He only really gets annoyed by it if he was doing something/has to do something but them picking him up is stopping him from doing what he needs to do.

-Night normally needs to do something with his hands, he normally fidgets with his hoodie sleeves. Or if he’s holding something might mess with that. If he’s standing next to someone he likes/trusts he might hold onto them, e.g. holding onto their sleeve/arm. Just doesn’t know what to do with his hands half the time. 

-Likes cats, when he guarded the tree he never really saw cats, only reading and seeing pictures of them in books. So when the apocalypse hit he got to see cats, and instantly fell in love with them. Even going as far as to have cat themed items e.g. his cat socks.

He’s somewhat scared of cats, despite his love for them. If a cat was to approach him too quickly it might freak him out thinking the cat is running to attack him. Originally he wanted to keep Fig, but realized he didn’t know how to take care of a cat, so ended up giving Fig to Horror. He often looks after Fig when Horror is busy, learning how to take care of her from Horror. Night hopes to get his own cat once he feels equip enough to take care of it. Preferably he’d hope he could get a grey tabby cat.

-Quickly learned how to use modern technology, is often stealing it from buildings to see what he can find on them, has found multiple games and movies to keep the group entertained in their downtime.

-Collects books, doesn’t matter what it is, he collects them. Will also sometimes steal Cross’s manga, might read it, might not, he just wants it.

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-Fresh and Death/Reaper were the first two to know about Mare, but didn't say anything to anyone. 

Fresh views Mare as another parasite (similar to what he is) so doesn't want to grass on what he sees as a fellow parasite. 

And Reaper/Death sees it as none of his business. As long as they aren’t hurting anyone. 

The two found out about Mare separately.

-Mare uses They/Them and He/Him. Doesn’t mind which is used. Is agender, but as mentioned doesn’t mind the He/Him pronoun. 

-Cross was the third person to find out about Mare, though he didn’t know Mare was Night at first. And it took him a long time to even see Mare in the first place. Cross doesn’t know that Fresh and Death/Reaper know about Mare, so he thinks he’s the first to find out about mare.

-Dream would probably eventually find out about Mare, probs quite a bit after Cross found out. And would probably find out due to Nightmare possibly protecting him and shifting into Mare to be able to protect him better. (Assume when I’m doing any sort of doodles for the au that Dream doesn’t know still, as mentioned he won’t find out till a lot later)

-Despite Mare having all of Night’s memories and feelings, they chooses to disregard the past, and focus on the here and now. Whereas Night is still stuck thinking about the past.

-Mare tires to be Night’s rational thoughts whenever Night’s mind goes spiraling. Mare doesn’t feel sympathy for Night, since he knows Night doesn’t want his sympathy. Mare normally trying to stick to truths even if those truths are mean. 

-Mare thinks Night is stupid sometimes. They want Night to be more cautious about things, to take things a bit more seriously, always telling Night that all it takes is one slip up, either him or someone else slipping up for things to go wrong. But Night doesn’t really listen to that, choosing to live in ignorance. 

-Mare compared to everyone else in the group is a lot stronger than all of them. They would easily be able to take them all in a fight. They’d never fight them though if they could help it. They’d much rather use Their efforts to protect them, even if They had to do it in secret. 

-Night normally goes out on solo scouting missions, which he normally uses that time to let Mare out. Mare actually does a lot for the group, even if they don’t realize that. Easily being able to clear Wraiths out of areas, or going into Wraith infested areas to get supplies from those areas. As well as easily being able to clear paths due to their strength. 

Mare gets some enjoyment from fighting Wraiths, but enjoys fighting the more powerful Wraiths more, since they gets to use more of their power. But is also aware of when to fight or not, since they don’t want to attract the attention of the group.

-Whenever Mare is let out if Night was wearing the crown/necklace Mare will also be wearing them. This also applies to the cat socks too, but due to Mare’s boots they’re never seen.

-Mare always has at least 2 of his tentacles out, will sometimes have 4+ out. It’s rare to see them without them. Mare would much rather tuck the main 2 into their sides rather than up them away/make them disappear. 

-The eye on Mare’s mask isn’t actually an eye, nor does it blink. When looking close at it, the ‘eye’ is actually some sort of crystal.

Kids-Guarding the tree as adults-After joining the group

How they feel about:

Dream:  Night: Dream is his brother, and he’d (Nightmare) do anything for them, even if it means completely disregarding his own safety/happiness to make sure Dream is safe/happy.  He adores that Dream tries for him, either it be trying to cheer them up or just being around him when so many others don’t go near him.  He adores them, but there's a lot he doesn’t tell Dream, since he doesn’t want to upset Dream or make Dream see him differently (e.g. telling Dream about Mare). He feels bad about lying to Dream, but at the same time he feels it’s for the best.

Mare: has the same love for Dream, but is aware that it will take a lot for Dream to hate him, telling Night it’s okay for Dream to know about them, but Night never listens.

Cross:  Night: It’s complicated when it comes to Cross, Night feels Cross would most likely be better without him around, but Cross has consistently been stuck in his side like a thorn since Cross joined the group.  Night doesn’t fully understand his feelings when it comes to Cross, he does like him, but he can sense there's another emotion there, but is confused by it since he's never felt like that before. Often times he tries to keep Cross at arm's length, like as mentioned, he feels Cross will do better without him. He thinks his negative aura will eventually bother Cross, or that he will upset Cross in some way, or that Cross will leave him. Despite wanting to keep Cross at arm’s length, sometimes he slips up and lets Cross in, he can’t help but have a soft spot for him. Night sees Cross as a sort of ‘knight in shining armour’, thinks this view of him is funny since Cross literally is a royal guard. But it’s the fact Cross is always looking out for him either that be physically or mentally. He does appreciate what Cross does for him.

Mare: Doesn’t care to keep Cross at arm’s length, they’re almost as clingy as Cross, almost. Mare is fully aware of what their feelings are unlike Night, so they were the first to show affection (the love kind) to Cross. Their view of Cross is a lot different to Night’s, where Night sees Cross as his guard, Mare sees Cross as a wet pathetic dog. But they love that about him. Mare knew after Night had a few interactions with Cross that Cross was a good guy, he knew that if Cross was to find out about them (Mare) that he wouldn’t say anything. Knowing Cross cares too much about Night to put Night in any sort of danger.  

Blue:  Night: He’s unsure what to feel about Blue. Dream likes him, so since Dream likes him Night will treat him as a friend as well. He knows Blue is a little bit cautious of him, but at this point who isn’t. Doesn’t mind him, but he wouldn't really consider him a friend.

Mare: Only really has Night’s emotions and experiences to go off of, so doesn’t have an opinion on him.

Ink:  Night: Thinks Ink’s weird af. Dream likes them though, and he thinks Ink’s insults are funny. So he can’t really complain much. Ink also isn’t worried about him being around either, he’s pretty sure Ink has no concept of danger. Doesn’t mind them, but he wouldn't really consider Ink a friend.

Mare: Only really has Night’s emotions and experiences to go off of, so doesn’t have an opinion on them.

Dust:  Night: He likes Dust, though he is unsure on why Dust is protective over him. Likes how quiet and calm Dust can be, but also enjoys the moments where Dust is goofing off with Horror and Killer. 

Mare: Like Night, he likes Dust, tells Night it would probably be fine for Dust to know about them. But Night doesn’t want to listen/doesn’t want to risk it.

Horror: Night: He likes Horror. Horror was one of the first people he managed to make friends with, and he’s also the reason Horror has a kitten. Since he found the kitten and ended up bringing it back, in which Horror quickly grew attached to it so ended up taking Fig.  Horror can be relatively calm half the time, so Night hangs out with him often.  He also is one of the few people who knows that Horror is also a murderer. 

Mare: Like Night, he likes Horror, tells Night it would probably be fine for Horror to know about them. But Night doesn’t want to listen/doesn’t want to risk it.

Killer:  Night: He likes Killer, finds him funny, but also feels drained after a while of interacting with him, since Killer is quite hyper. He has to remind Killer often to get something to eat/drink, as Killer never realizes when he needs to eat/drink. He knows despite Killer acting like an idiot most of the time Killer is actually smart and observant.   

Mare: Like Night, he likes Killer, tells Night it would probably be fine for Killer to know about them. But Night doesn’t want to listen/doesn’t want to risk it.

Error:  Night: He can get along with Error, but Error has his moments where he just hates everyone. So tends to give Error space and only hang with him when Error comes to him.  He’d consider Error a friend, but the term friend is used loosely here.

Mare: Doesn’t mind Error, but is also unsure on what to think about him, not fully being able to figure out what Error is about. Does appreciate that Error tends to be nice to Night though.

Lust:  Night: Considers Lust one of his best friends. Finds it super easy to talk to Lust, though he does keep a lot of stuff to himself and doesn’t really talk much about things relating to himself with Lust. Lust most was the one to tell Night that he (Night) probably has feelings for Cross, after Night talked vaguely about how he feels about Cross with Lust. Dream also gets along with Lust, so that feels like a plus to him. 

Mare: Appreciates the fact Lust helped Night realize his (Night’s) feelings for Cross. Also likes the fact that Night has someone he can open up too, even if it’s only a little bit. 

Fell/Edge:  Night: Doesn’t get along with him, but is polite with him. When Red gets mad at him, he just stays polite which normally makes Red back off due to feeling bad that he's basically getting pissed at some dude who is just trying to be nice to him.

Mare: Thinks Night needs to put him in his place. Doesn’t like him, and often makes comments in Night head when Fell is around, normally making Night nearly laugh about it.

Geno:  Night: Doesn’t get along with him, but remains polite with him. They can work together from time to time to help Sci, and sometimes Geno will ask him questions about himself, but he never really answers any of them.

Mare: Thinks Night needs to put him in his place. Doesn’t like him, and often makes comments in Night head when Geno is around, normally making Night nearly laugh about it. Has also once told Reaper that he needs to get better at killing people because what's taking him so long with killing Geno.

Outer:  Night: Doesn’t mind him, but he wouldn't really consider him a friend. He hasn’t really spent that much time with him to consider him a friend. He knows Dream likes him, so when he does interact with him, he does treat him as a friend though. 

Mare: Only really has Night’s emotions and experiences to go off of, so doesn’t have an opinion on him. 

Sci: Night: Doesn’t mind him, but he wouldn't really consider him a friend. He can get along with him, and he does like how reasonable he is, Sci was the reason Night was even allowed to stick around in the group in the first place. Since Sci knows Night didn’t cause the apocalypse, and due to being the leader he had the last say in the issue of Night being around.  So Night is grateful for him, but still wouldn’t consider a friend. More of a work friend than an actual friend. 

Mare: Only really has Night’s emotions and experiences to go off of, so doesn’t have an opinion on him. Does appreciate the fact Sci gave Night a chance to prove himself.

Reaper/Death:  Night: Doesn’t mind him, but he half considers Reaper a friend. Thinks Reaper bullying Geno is funny, and does appreciate the fact Reaper hasn’t grassed on him to the others about Mare. 

Mare: He’s only talked to Reaper a few times, and like Night he appreciates the fact Reaper hasn’t said anything about them. Is willing to listen if Reaper ever needs a favour. Has also once told Reaper that he needs to get better at killing people because what's taking him so long with killing Geno.

Fresh: Night: Doesn’t really like him, but is polite to him. Thinks he's weird as hell. Thinks his power to censor swears is funny though, specifically when it comes to censoring others like Fell, Geno and Echo.  Would rather not be around him though, as Fresh puts him on edge.  Though he appreciates Fresh keeping Mare a secret, he still feels Fresh has a bad reason for keeping it to himself though.

Mare: Warns Night not to trust Fresh or get too close. Doesn’t really answer Night’s questions about Fresh though. Mare feels it’s better if Night doesn’t know the reason why he tells him to stay away from him.

Gans/Echo:  Night: Doesn’t get along with him, but remains polite with him. They can work together from time to time to help Sci. And can also have polite conversations with him where they can joke about things, but they’d both rather not interact.

Mare: Only really has Night’s emotions and experiences to go off of, so doesn’t have an opinion on him. 

Chief: Night: Doesn’t mind him, but he wouldn't really consider him a friend. Finds how blunt he can be entertaining, but would rather not be on his bad side as he knows Chief can be kinda petty. 

Mare: Only really has Night’s emotions and experiences to go off of, so doesn’t have an opinion on him.

[paradoxmimzy]

Shapeshifter HRT

Day -394

I go in to the doctor. Doctor T.H. Arian. The name is a little suspicious but his treatment of my wife has been favorable.

"I thought about this for a long time doctor. I want to be a shapeshifter."

His face gets serious. "Do you know how many people that come in here and ask for that? What do you really want to be? We do offer polytherian treatments if you just can't decide between a few."

So I list them. Every single one. Cat, dog, fox, mouse, snake, bird, hermit crab, angel, devil, elf, vampire, unicorn, hamster, ferret… and others… forms that don't have names but I describe their anatomy in great, sickening, detail.

"If I tried to go through all of them one at a time it would be too complicated. Too much for me to keep track of and what happens if I want to change into something I haven't listed yet? Please doc, if I had to be one thing it would be a shapeshifter."

He removes his glasses and sighs.

"There is a treatment for it." He says.

I can't contain my squeaks of excitement.

"But." He cuts me off. "The substance I'm using is a lot more controlled. I can guarantee the things that it will do to your body will be worse than what your wife went through."

"I still want it… If you got anything that basically makes me like Venom that would be ideal."

"Will you be changing into anything mechanical or robotic?"

"Probably not."

"Okay. I will put in the request now, but do not hold your breath. A government agent will eventually contact you and mail you the paperwork that you need to fill out."

- Day -96

6:21 in the morning. My phone was ringing and with my wife still asleep I answered it.

"Hello this is Officer Mitchell. I am here with Agent Duress. We're here to ask you some questions about this… medication you are requesting?"

My local sheriff, with some guy from the government. Great.

"Yeah I made a request sometime last year and hadn't heard anything."

"Yes, well. There had been some policy changes 150 days ago about the substance you're requesting. Everyone who filed a report had to do so again."

"And I'm just hearing about this now??"

"Your doctor had been informed about it two weeks ago and resubmitted all files that needed to be submitted. He requested we handle this urgently so that is what we're doing, ma'am."

"I'm not a ma'am. Please use Sir if you can."

"With all due respect, ma'am. You take this medicine it's going to turn you into something that I don't even want to think about. Gender ain't gonna mean much to a freak like you."

"I can still use whatever damn pronouns I want."

"Okay, okay. No need to be so sensitive about it. I just gotta sign this thing that says I'll keep an extra eye out for you if you decide to start doing crimes."

"Oh my god."

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to be everything all these stupid fucking things. Ferret, angel, hermit crab? Really? If any crimes are done from species in any of these lists you're gonna be on the suspect board by default."

"Fine. I'll consent to it."

"Alright, good. Next is understanding the exact risk of this substance. Has your next of kin been notified?"

"My wife is fully aware yes."

"Your parents, darling. I'm asking about your parents."

"Dad died 3 years ago and mom's never had custody of me. I am nearly 30 fucking years old, why are you asking about my fucking parents?"

"Standard procedure. Normally we have underage people asking for this stuff. So what age would you say you were dysphoric as a… 'Mono-formic being.'" He sounded out each word bitterly.

And so the questions went on and on and on and on and on. Until finally a voice different from the sheriff's came in.

"Thank you for your time. It will be under consideration."

And then it hung up.

"Ugggghhhh." I groan to myself.

"If you wanna go to the diner I could search for a shirt that fits me now." My cow wife says.

"It's fine. I'll just hang out on the internet. All I can do is fucking wait after all. From email or carrier pigeon I guess!!"

"Too loud."

"Sorry. I'm just mad."

"Do you think they hire pigeon therians into the government to carry messages?" She asks,

"Derpy Hooves is definitely a pigeon therian." I reply back,

"So true OP…" She yawns and slips back into sleep.

- Day 0

It was a text message. It was ready at the pharmacy and all I needed to do was go pick it up like any other medicine.

Doctor T.H. Arian gave me information on how to apply it and what to expect for the low dose they start me on.

He was very insistent I record my emotional state through this and that he would be prepared to stop the treatment if it made me 'worse.' Though he refused to define what worse was.

The medicine itself was just a little black goo in a bottle. I had been informed that it could be applied just on my skin, but that carried a risk to my partner and her own HRT procedures. So I opted for injection instead.

[sdyd]

* ALWAYS WATCHING OVER YOU. sentence starters from kaigan games' horror series, simulacra. change pronouns / tense as necessary.

now we are luminous, a bright star. all shall see us !

I've been trying to reach out ...

thank god I found this phone.

you are not worthy of respect.

poor unfortunate soul.

you're just like the rest, a sheep.

tragic. we can change that.

you think you can stop me ?

I have no use for someone who accepts the world they are given.

no one truly deserves anything.

I ate and entire pizza by myself in five minutes.

tell me I'm pretty.

material attachment is so pedestrian.

behind your glass screens, behind your black mirrors, is a reflection of reality.

we seek those with extraordinary influence.

you are lost.

it is easy to be led astray when you are so broken.

you deserve to be followed.

you looked through his phone ?!

he has the nerve to accuse me of invading his privacy.

you're the one who went out of line.

I am not even mad, just disappointed.

how are you feeling ?

can you stop being so emotional right now ?

you've got the wrong person.

I'm not who you think I am.

you're better than this, [ name ].

what are you rambling about ?

maybe he'll slip up and tell you something we don't know.

there's something on my mind ...

it's not my fault that she left you.

if you're obsessed with me, I get it.

there's something off about him.

it's too late for me.

she can still be saved.

do not trust its' words.

nothing is what it seems.

I saw him, then I blacked out.

it only reveals itself too its' chosen

he told you, didn't he ?

I am her as she is me.

if it is me you wish to see, so be it.

impressive. a worthy pretender.

you have seen through my mask.

do you crave the truth so badly ?

the material society is fading, a digital one taking its' place.

she did nothing wrong and nothing right.

is that how you've been feeling ?

expecting him to follow you is pointless.

your actions will carry weight. live with them.

fuck this silent treatment. fuck it so much.

hello, worm.

don't forget your headphones.

no more losing, only growing.

when you look into my eyes, you can see it looking back.

join the fun !

worms, how are we feeling today ?

my followers are my puny worms.

there is no end or beginning.

we will never be separated.

pretender.

soon, this will become your reality.

hola chikas !

grovel as we consider your divinity.

that old fool mistakeningly thinks he has solved this.

your concept of right and wrong eludes me.

your own suffering will lead you back to us

how does it feel when everyone leans on you for guidance ?

don't compare yourself to me. ever. you're not on my level and you never will be.

don't you kids link everything to the cloud these days ?

are you having a stroke ?

who's going to believe us if we said some face - tearing monster killed them ?

I'm not a cartoon rabbit.

life hurts a lot more than death.

yes, a person was ruined.

this is not your memory.

I was lost and you sensed my need. I followed your path and you kept me from falling.

you need a form. a new body, a new face. a true face ... I will do this for you.

what is the current status of the investigation ?

[ name ] appears to be on this alone.

focus, please.

tell me, what do you see ?

step, seek, and proceed.

your path is coming to an end.

tell me, what do you doubt ?

find the truth.

my perversion fails to deceive you. you have seen through my mask.

what's the worst that could happen ?

we will never be separated.

you showed me that the human heart can hide so much more.

you have given me a great gift.

why won't you just let him be happy ?

this cannot be !

you and I are not that different.

I'm really scared. I've been trying to reach out.

I asked for your name.

then who will save me ?

it's getting harder to think.

I need to get out of here !

help me defeat this thing, [ name ] !

I'm right here. you won't go through this alone.

you should go.

it's up to you now.

promise that you'll remember me ?

I'm glad your here.

the only way forward is to disappear.

who am I to deny their wish ?

no one deserves that.

I should have paid more attention.

I valued my own ambition over their cries for help.

I forgot who I was.

is it really that easy ?

everything is slipping away.

you really think I can do this ?

embrace your sins.

you wear the face of a ghost.

you're unable to exist without something to latch onto.

GET ! OUT ! OF ! MY ! HEAD !

I don't know what to say ...

you pulled me back. thank you.

that's what partners are for.

I'm not letting you go that easily !

thanks for believing in me.

we've got so much to talk about.

I'm not afraid anymore. I feel clarity.

don't deny its' voice, let it through.

I just embraced the truth.

I'm here. I'm not leaving you.

you've seen the damage I can do.

no one deserves that.

you're safe, you're with me.

now, where were we ?

I can't lose you too !

I'm on my way ! just stay on the line !

you can do this.

[slimyalienfreak]

Would you do hank with a reader that is often does bodyguard work.

Hank with a bodyguard reader

Hey thanks for the ask 👋

Finally back into doing madness combat fics. Actually sort of missed doing them. Sorry if the ending is a bit weird I tried to end it without it seeming awkward. Anyways hope you enjoy ~ Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: they/them

Warning: ⚠️killing and murder get mentioned but not described in detail + slight swearing⚠️️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Hank J Wimbleton + Sanford + Deimos + 2BDamned

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Icon by kisliilimonchik on Pinterest + Banner by Haterlovin (Edited by me) on Pinterest

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- Nevada, a place known for violence and nothing else so being a bodyguard will be tough work constantly being ordered to protect people and harm anyone who dares try the person you're protecting but honestly you don’t regret it the job helps you stay on your feet. You were widely known for doing a good job at what you do and keeping people away.

- One of the people who was recognised was none other than Hank J Wimbleton, a well known murder. Surprisingly he’s really intrigued with your job however he hasn’t really had the chance to meet face to face since they personally believe that they don’t need your help he’s an already excellent fighter he doesn’t need someone to protect him but still he somewhat admires you. But he never thought he'd get to see you in action; however that’s about to change. One day he was doing his usual business murdering and killing, nothing was getting in his way. He had been targeting this specific person for a while now and they were so close until he was stopped by something or rather someone which just so happened to be you. At first he was slightly surprised at your appearance but then thought that you must have been hired by this person to protect them and as much as he is impressed by you by the end of the day he needs to get to this person so even if you were doing your job you needed to go as well.

- However no matter how many times he tried to confuse you they weren’t able to fool you which actually kind of annoyed him even if he was able to somewhat cause some damage to you he wasn’t able to get rid of you. Surprisingly they settled on leaving the target alone and you two were able to come to an agreement to not talk about it. He did mention to you that they were impressed with how you did with your job and in return he got some compliments with how he fought as well. He then returned to the base where he, Sanford, Deimos and 2BDamned stayed.

- Obviously due to your job and constantly being hired by different people nonstop, Hank is rarely going to see you when you're not doing your job but there have been some when you did meet while you were protecting someone. He uses the time he has since he doesn’t want to distract you from what you’ve been told to do to take the opportunity to catch up from the last time you met once again keeping it a secret. But honestly despite not saying it out loud he kind of wishes they could get to catch with you without anything to distract the both of you. Luckily, by some miracle he was able to get you while you were on your days off and decided to attempt to secretly hint that if you want to hang out with him but you managed to catch on quickly but you said yes anyways.

- He decided to take you to his base of all places to take you and he was trying to mentally prepare themselves for what might be asked towards him.

+“I’m back” Hank said in his tired tone as he and you went in “ah welcome home Hank…” 2BDamned said as he held a checklist in his hands before suddenly stopping at seeing your appearance looking at Hank confused before asking “who’s this?” Hank sighed to himself “this is [NAME] they’re the well known bodyguard” they said gesturing his hand to you. 2BDamned has this sudden realization on his face as he remembers who you are before putting out his hand wanting to shake yours “pleasure to meet you I’m 2BDamned” you took his offer and shook his hand “pleasure to meet you as well”

+ “Hey there Hank oh who’s this new friend of yours” Deimos voice spoke up with a slight teasing tone seeing that Hank of all people brought someone home “Shut the fuck up deimos! Whatever you're thinking, stop it!” Hank immediately told Deimos off “oh come on Hank don’t be like that I’m not going to judge you” Deimos placed an arm around Hank “come on Deimos leave the boy alone” Sanford said with a slight chuckle at Deimos teasing “seriously though who are they?” Sanford asked in a more serious way compared to Deimos “I’m [NAME] pleasure to meet you two” you introduced yourself to which Deimos eyes widened “wait your THE [NAME]!” He said slightly excited “holy shit it is” Sanford said surprised while taking a look around you seeing if he wasn’t hallucinating.

- It was actually kind of relaxing finally having the chance to hang out with Hank and the others without having to worry about staying on your feet to protect you when you could just relax. Overall, it was nice to finally get to know Hank despite how you first met.

[unic0rncrazy]

Meet my warframe crew: the Drifter

Name: Nosaul (nos-awl)

Pronouns: He/Him

Note: In my mind he has much longer hair than this. Unfortunately, this is the longest the game will let me give him.

Nosaul doesn't hide who he is, he is upfront with what he thinks and what he feels. He never asks for help, which makes some think he's aloof or arrogant, but in truth he spent so long alone that asking for help simply doesn't occur to him.

Nosaul doesn't like to feel trapped or out of control, and hates anyone trying to make him do something he doesn't want to do. The moment someone tries to tell him what to do he feels the urge to push back against them or run away, anything to maintain the control over his life he only recently regained.

The strength of his emotions still varies - sometimes they're too strong to control, sometimes he goes numb again. Depression leaves a mark on the mind as much as trauma, and sometimes there are days when he just wants to sit down somewhere and never move again. But he always makes himself get up and do something anyway. He's fought so hard to have a free life, he's not about to give up now.

Backstory under the cut. At first I was worried there wouldn't be as much to this one as there was for Luason, but apparently in actual fact there's more! A lot more. I took the concept of "someone who forgot how to feel learns how to feel again" and ran with it a whole bunch okay.

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The only difference between Nosaul and Luason before the Zariman… Was the matter of their choice of name.

"Don't be ridiculous, what kind of a name is… nos-all? no-saul? That's not even a name! Pick something respectable!"

Nosaul had been told all his life to behave. To be respectable. To do what he was told. He wasn't about to start listening now, especially not over this. Was his name back to front? Sure. That was the point. He was all back to front, all out of place, why shouldn't his name be the same?

It took another six months of arguing before his parents gave in.

He wasn't about to do what he was told when this… black-eyed creepy-smiled copy of him gave him an ultimatum in a malfunctioned ship full of crying children and insane adults, either.

Neither did he have any plan of doing what he was told when he found himself alone in this strange kingdom of flying islands, Duviri. But that was when he finally learnt that some fights… Some fights cannot be won alone.

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It was fun at first, playing in this storybook land that he loved. It became even more fun when Nosaul realised any time he got hurt it just reset! He could do whatever he wanted, no stupid prissy adults to tell him how to live, no death or serious injury, only this fairytale world of eternal play and life. He could climb the tallest trees and jump between buildings and never have to worry about if he got hurt. And all the while, his new buddy Thrax was right beside him.

He missed his old friends of course, and for all that they could be annoying with their rules he missed his parents too... Hopefully the other kids were safe and... Well. He just tried not to think about his parents and their screams as the void had driven them mad. This place was fun, and it was far more fun when he was happy, he didn't want to think about upsetting things when he could be having fun!

But no risk means no reward, no buzz of adrenaline from jumping between buildings or teasing false Dax soldiers if there's no fear of falling or dying. Sure, it still hurt, but when pain doesn't have a consequence you get used to it. And the same stories repeating in the same world gets monotonous. So Nosaul, in time, got bored.

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"I want to play a new game," Nosaul said to Thrax, one day, "Something new, something that changes things."

The room shifted, Thrax's mood darkening. "Why, is all this not good enough for you anymore?"

Nosaul took a step back, he hadn't expected that to anger Thrax. Surely his friend would be bored too? Wouldn't he want a change by now as well? "It's not that, it's just... well, we've been doing the same things over and over for a while now. And, I had some ideas of what we could do! It'll be fun!"

"We're already having fun," Thrax snapped.

"I know but, we could have more fun! Like, the rulers in these stories, they're pretty mean. Maybe some of the Dax soldiers rise up! Maybe they make a new world, with new stories!" Nosaul was floundering, now. Surely if he just told Thrax about the idea, he'd be on side? They could be heroes together!

"We're the rulers of this world. Are you saying you want to rebel against me?"

"No, no! We'd be the heroes! Freeing the people together!"

"I like things as they are, Nossy, I don't want things to change."

"We could just try it! If it's not as fun we can always reset the world back to how it is now." Nosaul ran his hand up and down his arm, nervous. Thrax didn't get angry often, but when he did it was bad. He was his only real friend here, he hated upsetting him. But why was he so upset about this? What was Thrax going to do in his anger? How was he going to lash out? Nosaul shrunk back further, and put his hands out in a placating manner. "Or, Or not, if you really don't want to."

"No. I don't think there is a we, anymore. If a story of King and Betrayer is what you want, then that's the story you're going to get." And with that, Thrax slammed his fist on a nearby table.

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Nosaul ran towards the castle, he found the guards standing in his way. He fought them as he had countless times before, trying to reach his friend, to apologise, but the guards weren't playing this time and to their swords he fell.

He dodged that blade next time, only to fall at the next.

The time after that, an arrow arced out the sky.

On the tenth try, he realised he couldn't get to the castle directly, especially not unarmed. He took a small energy pistol from a Zariman locker he knew was in a cave, and went around the back of the castle to sneak in. Again, he was caught.

Again and again, he tried a new tack. Again and again, he died.

Slowly his memories, already dulled by the desire to forget, to escape his trauma in this fantasy land, began to vanish. All he knew, was he had to reach the king, the king had to be stopped.

The new story settled into a pattern. An endless spiral of rebellion and death and reset. His memories faded until they vanished entirely, until he couldn't remember who he was besides the man who rebelled against the king only to die. With his memories went the meaning to what he was doing, why he was trying to reach the castle. At first it had hurt, and he forgot happiness. Then he forgot pain. Finally, he forgot want. He felt nothing, knew nothing, only the endlessly repeating story remained.

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He had lost all sense of even time, when one day the story went differently. He didn't die, and a strange hand landed in front of him. He picked it up, it merged with his hand... Wait. He didn't die when he was meant to. The cycle was broken. Maybe... What if he could escape? And so, guided by the light from this strange hand, he ran.

As he ran, a thought occurred to him. Shouldn't he have a name? He probably did... But he had no idea what it was, and there was nothing to tell him. But if he was going to escape, he needed to be called something. How about... Null? Null, the code for an empty entry... That suited, for now at least, it represented well his lack of any idea who he was. Yes. He could call himself Null.

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As he ran, on the Kaithe he stole, having got little help from Bombastine (why did he expect anyone to be helpful anyway?), he came across a table in the middle of the wilderness. It was quite out of place, and bore strange cubic food. The hand bade him go to it, and his own curiosity too. The guards were all far behind… Cautious, he dismounted his Kaithe, and sat at the table.

He blinked as he sat, and when his eyes opened he found himself standing somewhere quite different. He looked around this strange room, for a moment confused, then froze in place.  This space... His mind ached with the familiarity of it. He'd lived here, once. He remembered nothing, and yet he knew for certain he'd been here before. "What the fuck?" He said to himself, before deciding he had no choice but to walk forward, to explore this strangely familiar space. Maybe the hand would know where he should go? It'd guided him this far, after all. He raised it, and watched the already-familiar blue guiding light emit from it and travel to the centre of the room. There, it seemed almost to hit something in the empty air, transforming into a strange rippling light through which he could see another figure.

"Who's there?" He called, raising his pistol and walking cautiously forward. The figure did the same, though it lacked any pistol, copying his movements exactly. As he got closer, he realised the figure seemed… familiar. He noticed the figure's hair and pulled forwards a lock of his own, it did the same. Both, gold hair with deep blue tips. He remembered seeing himself in a puddle on the loop… This figure across from him looked like him. But, younger, still a child. And where had that strange blue scar, softly glowing, around one of his younger self's eyes come from? And those strange metallic implants around their head too… Whilst this was clearly his younger self, this reflection was not the same as him in all ways. It continued to behave like a reflection, though, mirroring his every movement. Not a threat then… right? Something compelled him to check its eyes and so he got close, almost touching it… Not black. Good. He didn't know why it was important that the eyes were not black, but it was.

As he looked around, he noticed another light glimmering the other side of the mirror-light. Maybe… Ghosts, spirits, you were meant to direct them to the light, right? Perhaps, that was what he was meant to do here? He moved such that the young reflection moved into the light, and the light moved. Well, that was something. So he did so again, and again when it moved next. Then the mirror vanished, and something clattered to the ground where it had been.

Cautious again, he walked over to whatever it was and picked it up. It… seemed to be part of a broken doll? Worthless. This, like anything else here, had been entirely pointless. He put it in his pocket anyway, he'd gone to all this effort to get it, might as well hold onto it. He looked around, blinked again, and found himself standing beside the table again, his Kaithe still standing there. He patted his pocket… the Doll was still there. Strange… He mounted the Kaithe again and continued, the hand urging him onwards.

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Null stood, on a statue's hand in the middle of the air, staring at a floating disk containing a strange blue mist that formed in front of him. It… had to be some kind of portal. A ghostly rablit appeared and hopped on through, and the Hand pulled him forward through the portal… Fine, fine, clearly he had to go that way. "Follow the white rabbit," he mumbled to himself, remembering a line from some old story, and walked through.

What greeted him was a cave full of vegetation, lit by a warm light that might be comforting if anything mattered. Instead, the warm light shone into uncaring eyes and Null walked forward, approaching three strange kneeling forms on stone plinths. The hand seemed to draw him towards them, and he walked around o in front of them to inspect them.

On instinct Null raised his pistol and spun around as a voice spoke from behind him. Some doddering old man making assumptions about what he thought… but there was that Rablit again, nestled calmly in the old man's arm. He lowered the pistol, it wasn't like it'd matter if he died anyway. Though… He'd rather not reset the loop again, in case it went back to how it was before. Regardless, he approached. As he got closer he realised this old man was flesh, like him, not whatever stuff everyone else here was made of.

The man, 'Teshin', was… Irritating. His answers were cryptic, and why the hell should Null care about fixing some broken doll? He needed to leave before time reset, not muck around looking for bits of some stupid toy. So instead he grabbed the man's blades and set out.

This time, when he died, he found himself returned to Teshin's cave sometime during their conversation. Fine. He'd try it Teshin's way, get the bits of this stupid doll. It was better than being stuck in the same endless loop at least.

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He returned, a doll's leg in hand, and picked up the doll from where he'd left it. His own leg ached, a dull memory surfacing of a loop from long ago, before the pattern settled in, one of many where he'd been killed well before the whole execution thing. A guard had taken his legs clean off at the knees, he'd bled out in seconds. He re-focused and put the leg back on the doll, and something else came to the surface. A vision… a memory? And this destructive feeling… It was like fire inside him, urging him to destroy as the child he watched broke the doll. He dropped the doll and recoiled, shielding himself from it instinctively, the urge to lash out still burning through his core, making him feel like a bow pulled taught, arrow knocked, just waiting to be fired at something. Was this what anger, rage even, felt like?

Teshin chose this moment, of all moments, to step in and try to be comforting. And in that moment, full of years of unfelt anger now pouring through him all at once, it was perhaps miraculous that Null merely shoved Teshin away. "Don’t!" he yelled, he didn't want sympathy, or comfort, he wanted to burn this whole fucking world to the ground and make Thrax watch as his whole kingdom turned to ash, before ripping Thrax limb from limb…

His anger cooled a bit as he realised Teshin, the man who was only trying to help him, patient and kind, had very nearly been knocked to the ground and likely hurt by his outburst. Indeed, Teshin was simply standing there now, watching and waiting. Null took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, the breath came out in a growl so he tried again. Slowly, the fire within him cooled. Once it was at least under control he walked forward, head bowed. "I'm sorry. Are you alright?"

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Null's arm ached, a memory of a time he too had lost an arm, as he held the doll in one hand and its missing arm in the other. He reattached it and another memory came forth. This one some kind of party… much nicer than the prior one.

As he stepped back from the doll, the memory, Null realised he once again felt something unfamiliar. It was like a pressure in his chest, but unlike before it wasn't a weight threatening to crush him or a fire threatening to destroy all before it. No, this was a pressure from inside, as if someone was filling the void inside him and quieting the flames, making him buoyant. The light feeling spread across him from his chest. It was almost too much, he instinctively felt like he needed to move in some way to manage this lest he float away. Maybe flapping his hands woul-

"You're smiling, I'm not."

Teshin's words snapped Null back to reality. A smile... That's what he could feel happening to his face. Of course. And this light feeling... This was happiness. It dulled, the fire of his anger at being held in this world rekindling as he and Teshin spoke, but it didn't go away entirely.

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As Null returned with the third part of the doll, something seemed off. Lua, the Rablit, was missing, and Teshin stood strangely, tense. Null asked about it, but gained no real response. Perhaps Teshin just didn't feel right today. He stepped up to the doll anyway, re-attaching its missing hand.

He didn't get time to process the meaning of this memory, this moment of sitting on the sidelines as another got the spotlight, or the feelings of resentment and want, as the moment it ended Null found Teshin holding a sword to his throat. The old man seemed angry, but something about his voice was… off. This… didn't seem like Teshin, especially not and the conversation went on. Was Null about to lose his head? Again? He reached for his warframe, but couldn't risk calling it over whilst Teshin's sword was at his throat. Lua… If this was an imposter… A few sentences later he was able to mention her, and it confused the doppleganger enough that he took a step back, buying the space required to have the Frame attack.

Null could hear Teshin's voice, the real one, calling to him as Thrax told him some story of a dying man and his children. He fought, fought to leave this bit of undercroft he'd been thrown to so he could find Teshin.

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He could hear a scene, all too familiar, playing out ahead of him. He had to hurry, faster, he was out of time…

By the time he got to Teshin, it was too late. As the old man, his mentor, his… *friend*, died, the flames of his anger roared, threatening to consume all, and it was to his emotions the world reacted, not Thrax's, as fire rained from the sky. He had to reach Thrax, had to destroy him. But… How?

The call of an Orowyrm answered his uncertainty. Surely, it couldn't be much harder to control than the Warframes, right?

As he approached the throne he watched as Thrax cowered, crying and afraid. The head of the doll was on the floor, and Null picked it up, pulling the rest of the Doll from his pocket. As he placed the final part the vision of one more memory showed to him…

The doll, and a storybook, in front of a child… Him. Nosaul. Scared, crying, Alone. The black-eyed boy had saved everyone else but not him… Outside the window the void raged around the Zariman, this damned stricken ship, and here, Alone, Nosaul found solace in a book. In Duviri. And so it had become his world. And this doll...

Thrax snatched the doll, the figurine of himself, from Nosaul's hands, screeching about how it was his. Fine. He could keep it, Nosaul didn't need this fairytale turned nightmare anymore. He approached the throne and sat atop it, after all, it was from there that Thrax reset the loop. Nosaul didn't want the throne, didn't want Duviri, Thrax could keep them for all he cared. What he wanted was Teshin alive, and he wanted to leave Duviri. And so, he reset the loop.

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He was back, standing again in front of Teshin, at the moment they met. It was clear Teshin knew what had happened, and he asked why reset the loop.

"It seemed like a fair trade," Nosaul shrugged. He looked Teshin up and down, the man who had become mentor and friend was unharmed. Nosaul was glad, and he smiled as Teshin explained how he would need to repay his debt to whoever it was outside all of this who had helped him. He could see the spiral now, the paradox, and how to twist his way through it to leave. But there was something important to do first…

He looked up at Teshin. "When we first met… I did not know myself, and so we were not properly introduced. But now, now I do. So…" He paused, smiling, and held out his hand to shake. "It's very nice to meet you Teshin. My name, is Nosaul."

[cvsmixnaya]

i love you

pairings: eren yeager x reader

pronouns: she/her

cw: angst. literally lots of it. queen charlotte au

a/n: i had this idea for a while but never got myself to write it but here i am and i hope y’all like this cause it’s the best scene in the show

“Do you love me?” Y/n asked Eren.

“I’m trying to protect you.” He answered right away.

“Do you love me?” She asked him again with a bit of aggression in her voice.

“I…I cannot. We cannot… This conversation is- I cannot do this-” Eren said but got cut off by Y/n

“Do you love me?”

“I never wanted to marry-”

“Do you love me?” She asked him again and again.

“Y/n please stop!”

He begged her to let it go but she couldn’t it. She just could not.

“Is it because you do not believe that I could love you? I do.”

Of course she did. How could she not? She’s always loved him and will never stop loving him.

“I love you Eren.” All he could do was look at her. What Y/n didn’t know was the fact that he loved her too.

He will always continue to love her.

“I love you so much that I will do as you wish. If you do not love me, all you have to say is you do not love me and I will go. I will go back to Buckingham house and we can live our separate lives, and I will have this baby alone and I will make do and fill my days and survive. I will do that. But first, you have to say that you do not love me.”

Y/n said and Eren didn’t say anything yet. He couldn’t stop looking at her and how beautiful she looked in the dim lighting.

Even in the dark he would find her beautiful.

She tried to push him to respond by saying, “You have to tell me that I am utterly alone in this world.”

“I am a madman. I am a danger. In my mind there are different worlds creeping in. The heavens and the earth collide. I don’t know where I am.”

He says but didn’t answer the question that was asked and it was killing Y/n from the inside. She just wanted a simple answer.

“Do you love me?” She asked him again just waiting for him to answer the damn question.

“You do not wish a life with me. No wishes that.”

“Eren!”

Y/n called out to him.

“I will stand with you between the heavens and the earths. I will tell you where you are. Do you love me?”

“I love you!” Eren yells out. His eyes are glossing up showing that he is going to cry.

“From the mo-” She very clearly heard his voice crack at that sentence he was trying to say.

“From the moment i saw you trying to go over the wall… I have loved you desperately. I cannot breathe when you are not near. I love you Y/n. My heart calls your name.”

As soon as Eren finished his confession, he immediately pressed his lips on Y/n’s. The kiss was slow, passionate and full of love.

She finally got her answer. Eren loved her. He loved her so much.

They broke the kiss and he started to break down. Tears falling out of his beautiful green eyes.

She said nothing and just held him. Allowing him to let it all out.

Their foreheads were against each other with comfort. Her hands were resting gently on his neck while his hands were on her waist going up and down.

He seeked comfort. So badly.

“I wanted to tell you. I wanted you to know. This… madness has been my secret my entire life. This darkness is… is my burden. You bring the light.”

He said while pulling away from her tears cascading down his cheek.

“Eren. It is you and me. We can do this. Together.” She told him in an reassuring tone.

All Eren could do was kiss her again but it lasted shortly and the couple just hugged each other in comfort.

They were so glad to be in each other’s arms and didn’t plan on letting go anytime soon.

[grief-worn]

munday: getting to know you ! ! !

Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better!

ROLEPLAYER NAME: addi, or sometimes i go by glacier.

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: they/them.

MUSE NAME: on this blog; shadowheart.

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: gay hand-holding and parallel play. alternatively; here on tumblr (asks/dms/etc) or on discord if we're friends/good mutuals!

EXPERIENCE: i think my very first roleplay was on gmail chat, pfft. but i also did stuff on deviantart, IRC chatrooms, forums, skype/discord, and this one roleplay site i will not name because it's genuinely awful. (no it's not f-list). i have pretty limited experience writing on tumblr. just recently got back into it here after having a kinda meh experience in the resident evil fandom.

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: not sure if this means like ... 3rd person? or like ... paragraph length? or what, but i'm open to pretty much anything! i'm super open-minded. i don't even dislike the infamous 1st person writing style, as someone who hungrily consumes reader insert fanfics.

PET PEEVES AND DEAL-BREAKERS: kind of a hard one to answer, but here's what i can think of off the top of my head:

guilt by association: dealt with a bit of this in another fandom. just because i'm writing with someone doesn't mean i'm aware of their issues. curate who you follow and what you see on your dash for sure, i will always understand quietly blocking to maintain your own peace, but i've gotten mixed up in some weird stuff just because i ended up writing with the wrong person.

heavy formatting: this isn't like, that big of a deal-breaker, i just specifically have poor eyesight and difficulty reading/processing words if there's a bunch of different fonts, and font sizes, and colors, and whatnot. definitely might be something i ask people to tone down, but it doesn't really make me mad haha.

soft blocking instead of hard blocking: i'm pretty stupid. please make it obvious if you don't wanna interact anymore! otherwise i won't realize and i'll probably accidentally make it worse orz.

vagueposting/sub-tweeting: that stuff is kinda mean and weird. i don't like seeing it!

PLOTS OR MEMES: either one is awesome, but they both definitely have their contextual uses! sometimes a bit of talking beforehand is nice, sometimes i like just winging it. they're both fun!!

LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: again, they're both fun. long replies are sort of harder to get to since they take so long to write but sometimes that's exactly what i want; to get lost in a reply for like 2 hours straight. not sure if i have a preference, it's just that short replies are faster and therefore fit better into my daily schedule, but that doesn't mean i don't love dumping my text walls <3

BEST TIME TO WRITE: unfortunately i've found that writing at 4am when everyone is asleep is a WONDERFUL time for my creativity hehe. i wish i could write as good in the daylight hours lol !!!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE: yes and no. personality wise; not really. we're both kind of goofy deep, deep down. and i project a lot of myself onto her, but i think that's just because her story and trauma resonate with me very strongly! i try not to like, overwrite her character and inject too much of my own stuff. i honestly just have the biggest, fattest crush on her and i need more of her in whatever way i possibly can have. i guess we both love animals. but i'd never have such ugly bangs. ew, shadowheart.

tagged by: @astralrogue (thank you very much!)

tagging: whoever wants to do this :3 it's sharing a lot of ooc info so i don't wanna pressure peeps!!!

[weirdo-autumn]

It's time to make a long ahh post on my OC just because

(This is going to be extremely long so be prepared-)

Nao Nishi (尚 二死), pronouns are she/they

they had a bit of a difference appearance, somewhat longer hair and an eye patch

They were more quiet, collected. While she still is, it was much more back then

They don't really care about what anyone says anymore- it's always the same insults repeated over and over again and she just got tired of it all

They love their parents dearly, along with present friends

Lonely as heck but hey, they didn't mind

...okay she did but just a LITTLEEE bit

They were the quiet kid in class, just doing she own thing

But if someone, such as a teacher, would talk to them- she would play a cheerful persona who acted like nothing was wrong

They have *such* a high love for samurai and warriors and japanese history and urban legends and all that- that's why they have her katana- that they got from their parents, hand-made

Also love scary stories

One time she wrote their own for a class assignment and they got an A

The best mark they ever got in her life, usually it's average

They also enjoy things like simply sitting around and listening to the sounds of wherever she is, like in a park, listening silently to the winds and possibly other people around doing whatever

They didn't enjoy talking with people much, because. yeah.

But now, they could talk all day but get embarrassed about it because god did she really talk this much

They have a love/hate for coffee

Things they really hate aren't much but- wasps, loud sounds/noises, getting sick, causing attention on herself, lying about anything to family/friends you know nothing special especially when they're forced to in a situation anyway-

Just two years ago, they lived in Japan with their parents- Liam and Nirako (韮高) ((designs in work)).

Back then, with somewhat longer hair, Nao never had their mask but an eye patch to cover her blind eye that they were born with, and because of that, it caused the people around her to be judged, mocked, and looked down upon.

Some of this madness was spread to their family but everyone's eyes were on and only on Nao.

Which was the absolute worst. But, they somehow managed to keep herself together- those were just complete strangers that didn't know a THING about them or her family, sure it hurt but those words meant practically nothing.

In school it was practically the same, whispers going around, laughter, mockery, same old same old. It was boring. And annoying.

But when someone with the name of Uso Akane (嘘 茜) came by,

" say... wanna become friends ? " he displayed a grin on his energetic face.

That smile.

That darn smile.

It made them sick.

Was it some joke? Some sick prank?

This entire time they've dealt with being alone but suddenly this guy shows up like nothing such a happy figure, does he really think she would fall for this?

" i don't think you're a bad person- " cut the crap, they aren't that stupid.

Everyone has talked about her.

Everyone thinks they're disgusting. A creepy little freak.

Why would anyone want to be friends with someone like that?

" everyone thinks and speaks on what they believe, but I believe you're actually kinda cool. This world judges people too much just for something simple as your eye. " he said, moving his hands in various ways to express more.

...

" you don't deserve that treatment, not one bit of it. "

" so, i'll ask again... " then, he stuck out his hand.

" can we be friends ? "

...

Why did he seem so desperate for a 'yes'?

That's what ticked Nao off the most.

They didn't know anymore if it was all a joke, a prank, or... nothing.

But... it could be...

" ...... fine. "

They wish she said 'no'.

They wanted to slap, hit, punch herself but. They chose this path.

She was just sick of being alone.

That friendship was all a lie yet thet stayed in that spot for so long.

His name is clearly a clue but NOPE. Apparently not.

Nao slid down to the ground, hugging their knees as they couldn't do anything but sit there as they overheard the familiar and other voices inside the classroom.

Go on and on and on and on about their disgusting, annoying, worthless, inhumane presence. A waste a space.

The complete usual for her, really.

It was gonna happen anyway.

And every single person was going to get a piece of their mind.

....... *click*

A year later, everything was back to normal.

Sort of.

Now, their hair is cut short.

Still the same old whispering and talking and mocking but it was less this time around.

Probably because of an 'incidence' that happened just a year back.

No idea what I'm talking about well-

Uso got outed.

By the half-sighted child herself.

Basically, Nao had hid as well as they could and with a tape recorder she bought, recorded every single time they were talked behind her back.

Ended up getting a recording of Uso hitting them across her face and that moment made everything so much better for them once everything came out.

She had kept it all inside.

So many emotions locked in.

They didn't even tell her parents, as too not worry the two more. They... had their own things to deal with after all.

Nao thought it was weird that not a single person found out but, maybe their fake little persona works in ways that even she doesn't know.

A happy, cheerful, just as energetic kid, as every other child.

But she hated it.

Their parents too.

It wasn't them but a mere, hollow, fake as plastic doll.

That no one but their parents truly loved.

Well, at least their dad did.

Nao never once wanted to act like that thing around their dad.

Her parents ended up divorcing, now it's just them and dad.

It was upsetting, but things like this happen- it's life.

Arguments are a part of that life too.

But doing to either of them would make them hate herself more.

But aside from all the baggage, this time around, they've been a bit more confident about herself, like, they simply don't care anymore.

She took off their eye patch ever since school ended, ever since she got up on that stage and gave it their all to the graduating students of their student- that was something for everyone to remember, especially by all the clapping and loud cheering by some people that made an impact on their school life it- it was something.

Those people will certainly never be forgotten, those two students and their teacher.

Nao didn't know whether to call them friends or simply acquaintances but they did mean a lot anyway.

Asahi Sakura had been there from the start- practically glued onto them, while it was annoying, she was genuine the entire time, even though she had to lie between her teeth with the others.

" gosh you're SO COOL!!! " she would squeal in utter amazement.

Then there was Hajimi Matsuno, the one who was the first to find out about what Nao was doing and how they really were.

" you're... something, all right... " he muttered as a nervous, breathless chuckle came out.

Their teacher, Osuka Akane, a kind-hearted women who treated Nao like any other person- with her warm smile and words.

" i may not know what you feel like, but you have every right to feel this anger inside. " she spoke softly, grasping the now broken racket from their hands.

It was the best Nao ever felt in their life, and it was even better to see and hear their dad to be so proud and happier himself.

So things were going well, even better as Nao didn't give a care in the world and acted more cheerful and upbeat- no longer faking it.

And soon, they both would be moving across the country- somewhere where they could move on and live a good future, with new people in their lives- make friends maybe even meet old ones

And certainly, Nao made those few friends.

...And a crush too. But I bet you know that bit already.

[akagamiko]

name — Poppy

pronouns — She/They

preferred comms — I start in DMs and then I'll be willing to give out my discord once we've chatted a bit!

name of muse — Shanks (plus my sideblog @searunes which will be active eventually rip)

experience in RP — I started as a teenager so at least 15+ years, on and off.

best experiences — I loooved writing in the A:TLA rpc before it exploded. The OP rpc has probably been the best I've been in though. It's so much better than regular OP fandom and I appreciate that. I always loves being able to bond with writing partners and develop friendships.

pet peeves / dealbreakers — Hopefully this doesn't come off wildly harsh, but I've blocked mutuals when they constantly put their anxieties on me. This is not to say I'm against having irl/mental health talks with mutuals, but when I can't step away from my blog/messages without my DMs blowing up asking if I'm mad at them/ignoring them? That's a you problem that needs to be worked on. I can only reassure someone so many times before I just get tired of it.

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — All are good! I enjoy all of them, sometimes it depends day-to-day on what exactly I want to write, but

plot or memes — Memes are easy to get stuff started. I like plotting and discussing things, but I tend to be bad at convos so I probably come off very unenthused, which I definitely don't mean to. I usually go with the flow and try to stick with whatever my writing partner wants!

long or short replies — I've learned to just put out what I can and not stress over writing long responses. I tend to go longer over shorter because it's just how my writing process is. I never want people to feel pressured to match my writing length, though.

best time to write — Afternoons or evenings. Mornings feel too busy and a time when things need to get done. So I do a few things then let myself write after I've knocked a few things out of the way or am done with work.

Are you like your muse — No!!! Shanks is fun to write because we're very different people. I mean, we've got trauma and I gave him my ADHD (although I gave him way more hyperactivity than I have) but not only am I not like him I would not even want to hang out with him.

Tagged by: @ikkaku-of-heart :) <3

Tagging: anyone who wants it! <3

[femmeroi]

You SHOULD talk about Manjoume Jun's queerness, he's an icon and that's an essay I'd love to read

I SHOULD !!! Jun is my (4th) favourite nasty dude hes so hes so hes o so so so. His gender game is so immaculate and he is only maybe a he/they on a good day. He’s playing 5d gender chess in a uno world. He has so many layers even he isn’t ready to pull them all back yet. His he/him pronouns are an unanswered prayer. He pays child support for masculine terms, they're all he has left after the divorce. I think he always has one foot in the closet, I don’t think he ever really got over his brother's abuse, and if he didn't have friends like Fubuki he’d never accept himself. Even when he accepts himself it's in a very limited way. He's flamboyant, he's unapologetic, he's afraid. To ME he is a nonbinary trans woman gay man, he's a faggot woman, and I think that's beautiful. 

GX as a whole can be read in a very queer way when you consider the ties between familial relationships, duel spirit relationships, and personal acceptance. This tie is most obvious in Jun, who has a solid and obvious arc centering these three aspects. Even then, I feel like people often misinterpret or waterdown his. Everything.

Under the read more is a very long breakdown of my thoughts. If something doesn't make sense, sorry, I have divine madness and a fever.

I’m going to start off with his family, everyone knows them, everyone hates them, and everyone misunderstands them. People often fall into the belief that after his duel with Chosaku, Jun obtained some kind of absolute freedom from his family, often even saying he cut them off. I don’t believe this is entirely correct or incorrect, it’s a belief that's in the right direction while missing the nuance of his situation. Jun’s familial arc isn't about severing ties or escaping abusive structures, it’s about easing the pain by gaining respect. Jun still has a role within the Manjoume Group after his duel with Chosaku, the difference is that after their duel he got their trust. It’s with that trust he got a semblance of freedom, and I believe people often conflate that freedom with absolute liberation.

Jun still works for his family, he is still under their influence, they are just more hands off about it now than before. I say this because his role in the Manjoume Group clearly means a lot to Jun, this is seen through his displays of wealth and his insistence to be called “Manjoume” long after everyone is on a first name basis. He's even seen using the Manjoume Groups money and name to renovate facilities within the school, and if you think that's something an estranged family would allow I have. Serious questions. Like what's your estranged parents credit card number. His connection to the Manjoume Group is only reinforced in season four, where his intention isn’t to get away from his family rather it is to prove himself worthy to his family. His role in the Manjoume Group is also recognized by other characters, which shows that even publicly he is affiliated with them.

All that said, Jun’s brothers are still extremely controlling and abusive people. My dearest mutual (also the very person to send the ask. Hi friend <3) Ren Krakenshaped said one of the minor themes of GX is, “[The] negative influences in your childhood [and how they] can affect you liberating yourself from those negative influences.” I absolutely love the way they worded it and I can’t agree more. I’m putting this here not just to hype her up but also to expand on it in relation to Jun. While I believe Jun's familial arc isn't about absolute liberation, he still gets a semblance of freedom as I mentioned before. He's able to use the cards he wants and he has less pressure to be absolutely perfect, but he still acts as a representative for his family.

The pressure he's under is still present, showing itself in a lesser way through his self-deprecating comments, inferiority complex, and his fear of failure. I think it's important for people to recognize the presence and control that the Manjoume Group still has on him even after his moment of “liberation” against Chosaku. Not everyone can and not everyone will escape the negative influences in their life. There's a lot that can be done with the balance Jun has achieved with his family, but he still does have to play by their rules. 

Now that I got the familial situation outlined, it’s time to talk about his duel spirits ! And I promise I WILL bring this all around to his queerness. I prommy. Hold on with me for another couple hundred words. Unlike Johan, Yusuke, and Judai, Jun didn't have some innate connection to duel spirits. His ability to see and interact with the spirits appeared later in life, more specifically during the worst part of his life up to that point. Jun was under pressure to be the perfect child, and then he got demoted from the Obelisk Blue dorms, and then he got stranded at sea, and then his deck got stolen. And at some point in all of that, he started seeing duel spirits.

I think two things were integral to his awakening, the first was his need to grow as a duelist, and the second was isolation. His need for growth comes from him failing to live up to his family's name, but the growth itself happens when his family is absent. After getting stranded at sea, Jun had no line of communication with his brothers, and he didn’t regain communication with them until he went back to the Central Duel Academia campus. On top of that the people in North Academy seem not to know- or care in case of the headmaster- about Jun’s family name. With this Jun is temporarily freed from the expectations his family and peers place onto him- and instead he is able to focus on growing in his own way. It’s at the North Academy Jun is able to solidify his persona, and it’s at the North Academy he is able to start building his own deck instead of using whatever his family provides.

His individualism and desperation leads him to Ojama Yellow, his need to keep his family life and dueling life separate leads him to the other two Ojama brothers, and his first steps in the professional field created the card Pride Shout. His growth as a duelist, and his relationship with his spirit partners, is linked to the distance he has from his family. His communication with duel spirits, while a physical reality in the show, also functions as a device to show Juns road to self actualization as he comes to terms with his own identity.

And then we get to the actual treatment of his duel spirits. It's made clear through the anime that he does like his duel spirits, and that they know it. He has several decks, not because he's some great duelist like Daichi, but because he cares for the spirits attached to them. And if a card has no purpose he will make them one- either through strategy or by making a whole new card out of pure will.

Despite all this, hes a fucking asshole to his duel spirits. He writes on their cards, he yells at them, he hits them, he throws them in the dirt. While a lot of this behavior is easy to write off as “typical tsundere Jun” or as a gag, I can't help but wonder what's so different between Fubuki, for example, and Ojama Yellow. They're both flamboyant, loud, and annoying. Maybe it's because Ojama Yellow is pathetic. Then what's the difference between Fubuki and the Dark Scorpions ? As a duelist, the decks function as an extension of his character, and his fate more often than not relies on their performance. All things considered, he should be treating them with respect.

I think, specifically for his deck, his distaste comes from the fact that they are an extension of him. Not because he has a horrifying inferiority complex, but because the spirits then function as a part of his identity that he can not control. He can choose the cards in his deck, for the most part, but he can not make the cards act in any specific way. And I don't necessarily think he wants to control how the spirits act, instead he happened to meet them during a time he had no semblance of control after spending years of his life curating a very specific image for himself and he had a hard time coping with the fact that everything he worked for may very well disappear soon if he doesnt start acting in a specific way once again. This is also why he starts being nicer to his cards in season four, the moment he gets his identity back, the moment he has a direction in life, he calls Ojama Yellow his ace. Love !

So like. Why did I say all of that ? Well, I feel like outlining how his familial relationship actually works and how he manages things like duel spirits is really important to understanding how he’d approach a queer identity- and thanks to bandit Keith homophobia is ambiguously cannon and I’m going to accept all the baggage that comes with. I see a lot of queer readings of Jun’s journey begin and end with Chosaku’s duel, or be reduced to “well the card's name is Pride Shout.” And that’s. Not it. To me, Jun’s queer journey never did begin. Not on the outside at least. The duality between his flashy attire and self image issues, the contrast between his free going deck and his need to uphold the family name, the lingering control that the Manjoume group has on him through Chosaku and through public perception, it all just feels so closeted to me. I love that Jun was able to find a part of himself, but he was never able to fully embrace it out of shame until the very last duel of his. I love how he holds onto fear even after that moment. I love how much Jun does without actually doing, I love how he found a way to be himself despite living under his family's expectations, I love how genuinely stifling it is for him, I love how he never stops trying anyway. I think his character is best served in the closet, I think he needs to leave his family, but I dont think it's that easy for him. It's really hard to grow past the negative influences in your life when you set them as your goal.

Anyway nonbinary trans woman gay man Manjoume Jun realness !

[deviantartdramahub]

I got in a bit of drama over the past couple of years because of a few toxic members mainly The-Himbo-Fetish-Guy, Ex Bestie, and Fat-Fetishist Who Should Not Be Named. Basically it started in 2020 after the second member had left deviantart, basically she asked me on to a mature RP server even though she did not tell me it was a mature one and I quit because I was uncomfortable with people asking my age, so months after Fatso McJerkass blocks me because apparently he found out about me supposedly being creepy with Ex-Bestie even though I was just roleplaying (I was NOT grooming or controlling her no matter what she says) and I respected her decision to leave me and yeah I did take her leaving me not well at all. I very much vilified her character in a series of pictures but I took them down.

The fact is when this person left me as a friend she said so in a way that sounded like half 'i'm sorry for you' and half 'the other guy was right' and she called me out for supposedly fetishizing covid19 when it was the first member very much bullied me with that stupid 'kim, people are dying meme' over a fucking story no-less. Oh and he took me mocking his Deviantart tagline a bit too personality, I didn't say that he was a necrophiliac, I just said I thought his tagline read that he would bang a corpse when it was 'i'd fuck a zombie', so this guy despite claiming to say he doesn't want to hear from me, dedicates post after post about me, like dude if you want me to leave you alone, DON'T make a post about me saying I should contact you in a note to personally berate you. And it gets worse, Fatso  very much did this too. He dedicated more than a few posts to me for the past couple of years, oh yeah sure dude...i'm the obsessed one, says the person who is still mad about something that didn't even concern him until he got involved himself. Like seriously everything in the document that was made about me prior to 2020 had nothing to do with those people yet they had to mention it anyway and even mention a friend of me who I had little to no problems with.

I do an incomplete rant about anime character transformations and the writers using different pronouns and all of a sudden I get labelled transphobic? Nobody was supposed to see that rant because it wasn't completed, I never meant any ill will on the LGBT community at all. But Anonymousdevi just had to accuse me of being transphobic and apparently she/they thought my song parodies were terrible and had no rhyme or rhytmn.