#BUT IT'S MIDLY THREATENING

[cnl0400]

Biggest L from the Time Chronicles thing not having the Main Lessons related chats Is that the newbies will never experience Michael threatening Simeon for stealing the ring of light at the end of S2 in that chat. Life changed Right there

[2024skin]

Im not psychologist I have no right to diagnose anybody but I strongly suspect the trans people who claim they are in danger from problems and dangers that are scientifically impossible are caught in a persecution complex

[alastorss]

Yahallo! I absolutely love your writing!! And and I just saw the Alastor x cat!demon Reader you did and I was wondering if perhaps you may be able to add more ideas of your own to it? With the reader's feline behavior and what would Alastor's thoughts would be on it and such

If you're okay with that ofc aaa

a/n: the cat demon!reader au has grown on me a lot and i have some ideas about them and alastor together!

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• I mentioned it a little bit in this fic, but I like to imagine you just show up at his door with dead rodents you hunted and you leave them there as little courting gifts. He's sort of off put by it at first thinking you're trying to threaten him, but eventually he realizes you're being nice to him and he eases up about it

• Was never really an animal person when he was alive but he's come to appreciate your company. He'll let you lounge in his lap while he reads, or curl up in his bed with him when he's in a really good mood

• You talk more than other demons which initially irked him, but he got used to it and even enjoys hearing you go on about your day to him

• Thinks it's rather cute that your ears go flat against your head when you get mad at him

• On that note, he also thinks it's pretty funny that they're a dead giveaway to how you feel in most situations. How did he find out you had a raging crush on him? Your ears perking up everytime he walked into a room really did not help your case

• Is so deathly insecure about his own tail but loves yours for some reason. Like, he's midly jealous of it until he realizes he would hate his life if he had that attached to him 24/7

• One time Angel tricked him into saying "little meow meow" out loud and he couldn't look you in the eyes for a week

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[zenphiaaa]

Cornelia Street (Giyu Tomioka)

Shinobu blinked with her smile frozen on her face. "What do you mean you have a wife? When on earth did this happen? That poor girl! Did you coerced her?" The young woman snided to the male sitting across from her

"That sounds like too much effort to get married that way." Giyu responded in a bored tone. "I'm not sure why this is such a surprise. You guys all have significant others." The dark haired male pointed out.

"I think what Shinobu means to say is that you tend to keep to yourself. So it's a bit of surprise for you to talk about yourself." Mitsuri gently explained, trying to calm everyone down.

"When did you get married? What's her name? Marriage is such a beautiful thing, you're extremely lucky Tomioka!" Rengoku spoke out in a thunderous tone. Giyu just sighed and nodded his head in thanks.

Part of the resaon why he told no one of his marriage was because he knew that his coworkers...friends(?) would respond like that. It was a headache once the group found some sort of excitment.

"You didn't answer the questioned Tomioka. That's not a very poltie thing to do." Shinobu warned with a pointed look, the smile she wore still frozen on her face.

Giyu let out a long sigh before pulling his phone out of his pocket, he typed on the device for a few seconds before showing the screen to the group. "Her name is Y/N, we've been married for two years now. No we don't have children and we don't want any so please don't ask. She is also only six months younger than me and she works as a nurse." Giyu quickly explained like a crash course video.

The picture on the screen was one of the wedding day. The picture shows Giyu holding Y/N up bridal style, both with grins and a light blush dusted on their faces.

"Congratulations my dear friend. I'm glad you found happiness." Rengoku smiled brightly at the shorter male.

Mitsuri let out a loud gasp as she somehow manged to get the phone out of Giyu's grasp and began to scroll over all of the weddings day photos that Giyu had saved in a folder on his phone. "She's beautiful! You guys look so cute together!" Mitsuri squealed.

"Yes." Was all Giyu had said before plucking his phone out of the women's grip. "Can we get back to the meeting now? This is a business lunch after all." The dark haired male mumbled, pocketing the phone back into his jeans.

"Of course, but you know that Mitsuri won't stop asking for us to meet her. You wouldn't want to break Mitsuri's poor heart and have a certain snake owner threaten you? Right?" Shinobu teased the other, although her eyes didn't follow the cheerfulness that her tone indicated.

"If you guys want to meet her, you'll have to wait until her schedule is free. She's the most busy out of the two of us." Giyu replied.

"Your wife is ordering, I think." Muichiro suddenly spoke as he pointed behind the group. Giyu immediately whipped his head around and his eyes focused on his wife's H/C hair. The man softly smiled at the sight of his significant other.

"Wow, you are so whipped." Shinobu observed.

Y/N then turned around to look for a table after ordering. Her eyes immediately broke out across her face as she started to approach her lover. "Giyu! Your at a lunch meeting today?" She questioned, placing a kiss on his checks within Giyu's arms.

Giyu responded and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss without saying a word.

Mitsuri in return let out a loud squeal which caused the couple to back away from each other, faces flushed with embarrassment. Despite wearing a blush, Giyu still looked midly annoyed that his time with his wife was interrupted. Even if he was supposed to focus on work, his wife was here now. How was he supposed to focus on work when the love of his life was holding him? Quite unfair really.

"Sorry, I'm interrupting aren't I?" Y/N quietly said to the group, not able to meet anyone's eyes.

"Nonsense! We were in fact just talking about you! All good things nothing to worry about!" Rengoku spoke up, saving Y/N from the embarrassment.

"I see. Well I just wanted to say hello to Giyu." Y/N hesitantly spoke with a tight smile, "I'll be out of your hair now. I just came to pick up lunch for me and Insouke."

"What did he do now?" Giyu sighed but kept his arm around his wife's waist. Looking up at her with a soft gaze.

"Ah," Y/N nervously looked the other way as she spoke, "Well he decided to try to fly? Climbed the roof, got attacked by a wasp nest, then kinda fell off the roof."

The group froze and blinked at the woman like she was crazy.

"He's an idiot." Giyu quickly replied, "I'll talk to him when I get home."

"Ah, we're watching some neighborhood kids during the day, while it's parent week at the school. Insouke is just a wild child? He loveschallenging himself, although I wish he didn't do it in extremes." Y/N thought outloud to herself.

"Order for Y/N!" A worker called out.

"I'll leave you guys to it then! Sorry for interrupting! Nice to meet you guys!" Y/N almost bowed a goodbye, before giving her husband one last kiss and left as fast as she came.

The group blinked before turning to look over at Tomioka. Giyu just shrugged as he sipped on his iced tea,"She gets nervous around new people." Was all he said.

"Well, we must have dinner together! She's so nice and so sweet!" Mitsuri blurted out with heart eyes, clasping her hand together in excitement.

"I'll let her know." Giyu said, as he pulled out a folder. "Can we get back on topic now? We only have fifteen minutes left of this meeting."

[sobie-is-scared]

I think Dead Boy Detectives doesn't get enough credit for introducing us to THE pathetic little meow meow of all times. The wettest of all wet cats. He's lived for centuries, he loves fashion, he fell in love with someone he saw once and got rejected, he died for his one sided crush, he keeps threatening people who find it midly annoying at best, he's bisexual. I didn't say his name, but he popped into your head.

[justallihere]

I support women's rights, but I especially support women's wrongs, a.k.a Violet Sorrengail's Dunne given right to midly threaten her brother, her husband, her bestie, the Assembly, and Mr Garrick Tavis (who is, let's be honest, more scared of his pint-size Queen than any other individual or creature in the continent).

Also, I can't wait for Andarna to instigate Violet's chaos when poor Tairn is only trying to avoid a war.

And, yes, they cuddled, we loved it, but girl, I CANNOT WAIT for angry Violet who figured out the truth all on her own and now has bargaining material over literally anything, from 'oh, so you think you know how to handle my mother? Remember that time when you all thought I wouldn't figure out that demons from hell were real?'; to 'oh, so you think won't figure out what you got me for Solstice, not the first time you are wrong about what I can and cannot figure out, mate'.

Violet is so mad right now in the scene I’m writing and she’s not even yelling at anyone from Tyrrendor yet so it’ll be interesting to see how that writes out when I get to that part of the chapter 😂

Violet is never going to let Xaden forget this one. “Remember that time you lied to me about my brother’s death and also didn’t clue me in on the fact that you expected me to fight a war against what I thought were mythical creatures with you? Remember that? I do. You can absolutely go get me cake in the middle of the night”

[jessysapphireblue]

Play with Food Luffy x Oc

Nicknames included are Lu and Je. Female is a born magician without a Devil Fruit, but you can use it as y/n since nothing else is mentioned.

fluff

You looked across the deck, after talking with Nami by the steer for the course, just to see your beloved boyfriend looking like he had a crisis, gloom with face in the grass, whining.

Walking down you joined his side, stroking his black hair in between your fingers. "mmh...feels good", Luffy beamed and slowly turned his face to you. "Je" "Hey, Lu. Tell me, why do you look so gloom?", you sat down and he directly slung his arms around you, head burried in your chest, as he sighed. "Sanji kicked me out because I got hungry and all the scent of the meat! He also said that if I try to steal some, he won´t be giving me food for the rest of the day!", he finally looked into your eyes, a pouty look and puppy eyes. "Je, can´t you say something? You´re a girl. Sanji is weak by you"

You began to laugh, cupping his cheeks. "Can´t promise the success but I can try" "Really?!", your boyfriend began to beam with a sunshine smile as you nodded, giving his nose a quick peck. "Like I said, I can try", you hummed as Luffy let you go, already cheering for the meat, making you stand up and walking to the kitchen. "Hi, Sanji", you greeted the chef as his eyes turned into hearts. "MELLORINE! Oh, my beloved Goddess! What may I do for you?~~" "I just take some water" "On my way, my Goddess!", he was faster by the fridge than you thought, as you sat down by the counter. "Here you go, a nice cool water for you, Madmoiselle~", he bowed a little, making you chuckle. "Thank you, I also heard you won´t give Lu some meat" "I was gone for only a few seconds and he already wanted to snatch some!" "Did you threaten him?" "...perhaps a little, my goddess" A short laughter escaped you as you looked at the food. "Sanji? I might have an idea", you smiled at him while he looked midly confused.

Just a few minutes later you exit the kitchen with a plate as "You have the food?!", Lu exclaimed from above you, making you breath out. "One day, you´ll scare me to death...haaa!", you leaned against the door, calming your heart as Lu jumped next to you. "...is that it?" "Following, bub. The food is not ready yet BUT how does a little game sound?" "A game?" "Including meat" Lu crossed his arms and tilted his head a little. "A meat game?" You only hummed and walked onto the grass deck, to sit under the tree, as your boyfriend joined you. "Is the prize the meat!?" "Yes. When you get it right, you can ate the pieces" "I´M IN!", he shouted, coming so near that your noses touched. "Ok ok, calm down", you pushed him slightly down to sit next to you.

"What game do I play?!" "You have to guess the meat by smell" "...Ha?!", he was more confused now as you tapped your little pouch by your belt as a long piece of cloth came out. "Do you trust me?" "Je, I trust you with my life! You´re always there for me! So, yes!" "Then, I now blindfold you" "Ok!", he grinned at you as you did it. "How many fingers do you see? And NO Haki" "Buh", he began to pout, which made you laugh. "Ok, ready?" "So, when I get it right I can eat it?" "Yes, but ONLY then" "Ha! I´m a meat expert!", he crossed his arms confidently, which made you chuckle. "Ok, Mr. Meat expert, we shall begin" Luffy nodded while you held him a piece in front of his nose, making him almost drool. "And?" "mmh this is Lion?" "Are you sure or not?" "Lion! It´s Lion meat!" "Correct! It´s from the Lion you got from the last island", you hummed and feed him the meat. "So good! I like this game!" "Well, glad you enjoy it. Ready for the next round?" "yes!"

Round for round continued until no meat was left, as Luffy grinned. "Is there more?" "Well", you looked at the empty plate before you got an idea. "One last thing, yes" "Ok! Hit me!" "Lu, this time, it´ll be different. First, you got to taste then tell me what it was" "Oh! This will be even better! Ok! Ready Je. Tell me when" A soft smile came over your lips as you leaned slowly in, Luffy still waiting before you closed your eyes and gently kissed your boyfriends lips. His were slightly chapped and he tasted after meat but you loved him for this. The kiss was short and when you pulled away to open your eyes, you already saw his black owl eyes looking at you. "Lu" "That was so short! You know I love your kisses! Give me more", he cupped your cheeks and got you back while kissing you fully. A blush came over your cheeks before your eyes closed and you could feel him smile.

"And? The game?" "Best one", he whispered against your lips before diving back into your lips

[orangesideirrational]

drabble (technically 4) inspired by @cartilagehumdrum 's horror mvt au!

(i originally shared this in the discord server)

(if you see red throughout this then its a break in the text to explain smthn rq/ break up the different drabbles because its 4am lol)

be warned- gore? kinda? vauge depictions of gore.

you dont need to have read mvt horror to understand this, but it will definitetly make far more sense if you do

edit- sorry for forgetting but this entire thing is inspired by this post!

sorry about all the spelling errors and i hope you enjoy!!

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'benny...' champagne started. benny's heart quickened and he just knew that champagne could hear it.

'whasup, champ?' he grinned unsteadily.

'can i.. have something? of yours?' champagne asked, with a voice that suggested a deep hunger. benny stepped back, not letting his smile dip but feeling fear pulse through him.

'well ya already got 3 of my ribs and a kidney, what more do ya really need?' benny asked lightheartedly, trying desperately not to let the fear infect his voice

'i was thinking...' champagne said slowly, stepping towards benny smoothly in a way that made benny's heart skip with something other than fear for a moment.

'maybe.. i could have your heart?' benny was sure champagne had somehow stopped it for a moment as he said that, because he was suddenly breathless. and very very aware that he was pressed against a wall, face an inch away from the doctor's, in a room alone with a quite-possible-psychopath that had already stolen several of his bones and an organ.

'd-dont i need that o-one t-ta survive?' benny stuttered, trying not to look at champagne's lips because that was not appropriate when his life was being threatened. even if the guy threatening him was very attractive.

'oh, ill keep it safe.' champagne assured, placing his hand over benny's chest but not touching, like if he did he wouldnt be able to stop himself from just reaching in and just...

benny took a stuttering breath and-

sterling came crashing through into the room calling for benny before stopping and making champagne leave the room.

'you ok benny? i know that guy gets to you a lot.' sterling asked. benny nodded shakily and assured him that he was fine, he would be ok.

what terrified benny most, however, was that before sterling came running in the word on his lips was yes

and champs pov-

(for this- bold= emphasis italics= flesh)

'benny...' champagne started. his heart thudded in his chest and champagne relished in the sound. it was so melodic. so pretty. just from champagne saying benny's name. now how fast can you make it go?

'whasup, champ?' benny's smile was so pretty. maybe you can take some teeth next! champagne felt a familiar hunger that wasnt his brewing as he stepped forward towards benny. just like a beast hunting its prey!! ew, hunt.

'can i.. have something? of yours?' why are you asking permisson? thats so boringg. just reach in and- champagne almost shushed it, but felt it might ruin the moment.

'well ya already got 3 of my ribs and a kidney, what more do ya really need?' oh he was so cute. his fear is so so fun! so sweet and nice and-

'i was thinking...' champagne drawled, smoothly stepping towards benny thats not all fear though- ooh this makes it MUCH more fun! and letting a smile crawl across his face, showing off his sharp teeth.

'maybe.. i could have your heart?' champagne was asking for so much, and benny didnt even know it. its not that much, just another- delicious, mind you- organ he had trapped benny, now, against a wall. he would back off when benny said no, because he would almost certainly say no, but for now this was fun. not in the normal flesh way either. this was fun for him.

benny stuttered something out, but champagne was distracted by the way his eyes ew. eyes. kept flicking down to champagne's lips. champagne didn't kiss him, it likely wouldnt be a pleasent experience for either of them i mean youve never really TRIED, but he really really wanted to. in a midly terrifying way (and not in the usual terror-filled way, either)

'oh, ill keep it safe' champagne assured. he needed benny to let him have this. his heart. yum. not to eat. he wasnt lying. he was going to keep it safe. he promised.

then someone came crashing in and ruined it.

champagne didnt hold grudges per say but if that guy was the next to be turned into a dinosaur it would be his own damn fault.

he was sure benny would say no, but the moment itself felt special, somehow.

heres also a few versions of 'if sterling didnt interrupt!' (he is being attacked by moths)

benny took a stuttering breath and swallowed a lump in his throat.

he should say no. he has to say no. this is crazy. he should just say no. or maybe dont even say it, just push champagne away and run. SAY. NO.

'sure.' benny said, breathless already. champagne blinked. was he surprised?

'oh, are ya surprised?' benny grinned, pretending his heart wasnt going a mile a minute and his throat was dry and he was bracing for sweet pain and that he wasnt so in love with this insane doctor that probably wouldve had his medical lisence revoked if this wasnt the literal apocalypse

'really?' champagne sounded breathless too, like they had both run a marathon and were now here. with benny agreeing for champagne to take his heart oh god this was insane-

'sure. as long as you put it back before i die.' benny smiled, heart going insane (just like he did. he mustve gone insane. champagne mustve made him insane because there was no way he had just agreed to let someone LITERALLY BORROW HIS HEART-)

'of course.' champagne seemed shocked and pleased and hungry and dangerous and- and beautiful and benny felt a hand cup his cheek before he passed out.

champs pov

(again- bold = emphasis italics = flesh)

benny's shuddering breath landed on champagne's neck and it felt so human that for a moment the flesh didn't exist and it was just them and-

'sure.' benny sounded breathless. champagne blinked. YES. YES YES YES YES YES YES TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE IT GIVE IT TO US CRUSH IT IN YOUR HANDS GIVE IT TO US- benny was supposed to say no

'oh are ya surprised?' benny snarked acting like champagne couldnt feel his heart beating and hear its beautiful melody and like he couldnt feel their chests heaving why are you so worked up? it should be us because were about to get FOOD

'really?' champagne breathed and ignored bennys snark. because he had to be sure before he took his heart. WHY DO YOU CARE? JUST FEED US FEED US FEED US FEED US FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD-

'sure. as long as you put it back before i die.' benny smiled and champagne disregarded any idea of stealing teeth the flesh ever had because holy shit champagne was in love.

'of course.' champagne promised. he didnt care how loud it screamed he was going to keep that FUCKING promise. he cupped benny's cheek which was a mistake because now he really wanted to kiss him-

and benny fell to the floor. champagne followed and ended on his knees next to an unconcious benny and the flesh was going insane.

champagne wasnt going to hurt benny. he wasnt going to crush his heart in your hands then eat it then feed it to us then then then oh my everything the possibilities GIVE IT TO US GIVE IT TO US GIVE IT TO US hurt benny.

champagne reached his hand into benny's chest and it was warm and beautiful and TAKE EVERYTHING WARP IT FEED US WAKE HIM UP AND MAKE HIM SCREAM so human that champagne almost felt jealous as his hand closed around benny's heart and he didn't even want to disturb it because of all the stupid human poetry about love and all that shit and champagne blinked back the red red red that was seeping into his vision because he was not the flesh and he fucking promised and he withdrew his arm from benny's chest and he closed his hands around his ears because he didnt care what they screamed he was going to keep benny safe- his heart. he was going to keep his heart safe.

[annkous]

I just did Nightbringer's lesson 19 and 20 on hard mode.

Holy shit.

Ok so lesson 19 is just cute and adorable and basically Thirteen gushing about us to poor Mephisto who she caught in her radar. I love her.

That's cute and fine and dandy but now. Now. Now. Lesson 20. Lesson fucking 20.

It starts with Raphael speaking to someone. They don't tell us who they are, but I think it's pretty clear.

So Raphael is mad at Michael. At first you assume it's because Michael made him go down and confront the brothers and give them the offer to come back. But.

But. But you were there, Raphael.

Here is where it clicked for me. There's no fucking way Michael was the one that came down to the Devildom as Raphael. There's no way.

But there's Raphael giving a report on Michael's absence (when it was theoretically Raphael the one who went down to the Devildom), plus Raphael asking about the offer and the brothers' reaction.

Son of a bitch.

While I went into overdrive thinking that we actually just met fucking Michael Raphael asks him "what now", because well, they did reject his proposition to return.

I THOUGHT THE PLOT BOMBS WERE OVER. IS MICHAEL ACTUALLY COMING AS AN EXCHANGE STUDENT TO THE DEVILDOM.

And Michael just runs off oh my god kjsdfhdsf

I would think Michael acts like a dork and that he's adorable if he wasn't. You know. Utterly terrifying. I'm still not over Simeon's punishment in the og!OM, let alone the brothers's lack of support and. That he is very wary of us.

Cue Lesson 13 when he wakes us up:

Sweats very nervously. You know, there's a part of me that can't resent him being midly hostile (and even then he saves us twice) towards us because he's doing it for his brothers. It's almost a direct parallel of Luci during the og!OM during the dance when he threatens us on the spot if he finds out we have bad intentions towards his brothers.

The other part of me thinks that he didn't help the brothers against ther father and that he took away Simeon's powers and I'm ready to fight him. Doesn't matter if Simeon said there was a reason for his decision. Come on. It better be a good one.

Then there's the passage you can see in the Nightmare Summoning board:

You may have changed

but I know a great river still flows and swells within you,

biding its time to swallow us both.

-Michael's diary.

Which is unclear who's referring to. Can be the player or someone else, as far as we know. I want it to be the player.

Oh god Raphael baby I am so sorry for doubting you. Ever.

So Michael is going to come to RAD eventually. I can't say S2 because there's still the founding to be had and I dunno if they'll start classes on S2. We'll probably have lots of stuff to do to and hurdles to pass before we finish....... But. After so many years we're gonna see Michael.

Although he might just disguise himself as a different angel to avoid freaking everyone out...

The wait for Season 2 has just gotten harder lol

[raviolirash]

every playthrough of bg3 is personalized. i didn't get the cutscene where karlach wakes you up so now she's all over me during the goblin party

y'know this does sound midly threatening from the woman who crushed Grym to death by jumping on it

Astarion: I'm in danger.

[itachi-with-a-chicken]

Can I be really selfish for a second? Because I hate when something leaks related to their personal lives and it might affect how they deal with fans in the future. Every time something happens, they withdraw from social media and don't really interact with anything or anyone - and I'm not saying it's a bad thing! Good for them for not coming online, because truthfully they do not owe us with anything regarding their personal lives. But what pisses me off is that often stalkers are still considered fans and they are the ones who make it impossible for us to enjoy whatever content the tannies give to us. Jungkook was coming to do weverse lives so randomly and he enjoyed those and he liked talking with us, and then someone stalked him to his gym and started sending him food and now he disappeared. And now he can't come online to talk to us because of some random person who can't differentiate real life from some fantasy in their head. The same with all the other boys; Jimin used to update us on random things, but every time he breathed, he got hate for no fucking reason. I don't know if he sees it, I genuinely hope he doesn't (or only a little). Tae used to come and share his playlists with us or just vibe for a minute or two with Yeontan and then end his lives. And now he definitely won't show up for a while after what happened. Regardless if it's really him or not, media has jumped on this like hyenas, so I truly don't blame him if he's just IA for a few months... But the sad part is that they enjoyed talking with us and there are so many normal people in this fandom who enjoyed seeing and interacting with them. And because of stalkers and people who find their homes and threaten them etc, normal fans can't enjoy anything. The tannies can't enjoy anything. We can't have something nice together without these people ruining it for us.

Is it really being selfish? I mean, as fan is only right for you to enjoy the little or big interactions we have with them. You're not forcing them to do something they don't want for your own entertainment, that's what makes it special. These situations are bad for us but also for them, because it makes them feel uncomfortable doing what they love. And this situation is midly bad, but what happened to JK is bordeline psycho and uncomfortable for them as well as for us.

That being said, we'll see what happens now. Hopefully, Tae will feel at ease enough to share things with his fans, since seems like they were at least partially aware of the pictures taken.

[marcys-garbage-bunker00]

Kris os goong to face all his issies by threatening to shot the (mud laoded) gattling gun at anyone who midly plbothers them,, Susie or Noelle

where did he get that?

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Hi, this is gonna be a mess and long so excuse me. It also isn't important, it just came into my mind and I needed to tell someone.

cw for emotional abuse, bullying, suicidal thoughts, medical.. abuse? Therapists being wildly wrong about mental health!

I just thought (instead of sleeping) of all the bad experiences I had with therapists. So, I really, really don't want to discourage anyone from seeking therapy, I think I am extraordinarily unlucky with finding therapists, but that's for sure not normal.

The background is, I sent myself to a psychiatry when I was 13 because of my suicidal thoughts. And there I met a wonderful doctor who was my comparison-image for all coming-therapists. She was very caring and very calm and she seemed to be so in peace with herself and the world, that her whole vibes were peaceful. I never met someone like that again. In psychiatry I was diagnosed with depression and social phobia (by now I am also self-diagnosed with cptsd, easiest self-diagnose in history, once I knew the symptoms, and possible ossd. I also had a period of anorexia which is over by now but still has impacts on me).

My first therapist after that was a woman who later sent me away because "Your depression isn't as it is in the books and I have no idea how to treat you". She also tried emdr on me (I am pretty sure by now she had no idea what she did). I had to chose a midly unpleasant memory so I chose this: When I was around 11, very shy/socialphobic, some classmates approached me and talked to me but quickly went away with the words "Your mouth smells like a cows ass". Worst thing was, I know they were right. My mom didn't allow me to enter the bathroom on that morning and, you know, occasionally you wake up and have a taste in your mouth as if something died in there overnight? Yeah. I was even more repulsed to talk to others after that.

So, by then this memory hurt me much more than it does now. But I didn't trust this therapist enough, to tell her the memory so I had to write it down and give it to her. She gave my no calming technique or whatever you should have beforehand. And for the next 4 session we solely did the emdr on that specific memory. And it didn't even work! Idk much about emdr and I wouldn't do it again but that doesn't seem right.

So yeah, she kinda kicked me out. By now, my mom often sees her on tv because she's a participant in all kinds of trash tv shows and does the therapy thing only as a sidejob.

After that, I was done with therapy for some time. Around 5 years later I was feeling like therapy again and was looking for a therapist. My cptsd-self diagnose was at it's beginning at that point. So I wrote every therapist close and near (we have a shortage of them) and visited all who invited me. And that was the real wild ride:

There was one woman who, when I told her that around 3 days a month I am unable to leave bed due to my depression, was threatening (she already had the phone in her hand) to call the ambulance right now to sent me back to psychiatry because that was a sign of the worst possible depression or something? I kinda flew her office.

Another guy was waaaayyy to fixated on curing my asexuality (in his eyes a sideeffect of the depression) for me to feel comfortable.

One woman kicked me out because she believed, I was faking everything and was perfectly healthy.

One woman was geniuly surprised, that I didn't self harm "for the attention". And always talking bs about refugees.

One guy said I didn't have social phobia, I was just too lazy to go to school. He also said that I was wrongly diagnosed with depression, because ppl who are depressed, don't sleep much.

One woman, after 15 minutes, told me that I have bpd (I definitely have not and even if, she wouldn't have known after that time).

One woman said that I should either take antidepressants or go hiking.

And of course one woman said that my anorexia is not worth talking about, since I am not underweight.

I also have like 5 other stories, but they aren't as funnily wild so, I hope you had a good laugh? None of the therapists who invited me, suited me. And only 3 of them because I didn't vibe with them, the other ones were objectively idiots.

Okay my issue, I want to give therapists yet another try. But I am very afraid to again run into a bunch of idiots and I feel like I will never find a therapist who A isn't an idiot and then B I can vibe with. And idk how to avoid it. I thought about, when writing an email, asking for an appointment, to add something like "Do you think you are good enough to diagnose bpd after 15min? Do you think, ppl only self harm to get attention?" etc but I don't want to seem rude.

What shall I do?

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry about what you've been through.

Your situation sounds quite similar to this ask I answered.

I will reiterate that it always baffles me when people whose job is to literally care for people who are struggling are so incredibly insensitive and neglectful. Part of being in the field of mental health care, especially nursing and psychiatric care, is hospitality, kindness, patience, and compassion. There are unfortunately too many people in these fields that are just so cold, rude, and ignorant, and I'm so sorry that you had to deal with that.

I can understand how experiences like these can shape how you feel about and approach therapy. I'm proud of you for wanting to give it another try. I can say that I've had about 4 therapists over the course of my life and the one I have now is perfect for me, which is to say that there is hope.

I have this article on healing after a bad experience with therapy. It essentially talks about how the therapist client dynamic can only truly work after successfully building rapport (trust), figure out what things you want to get out of therapy, and most importantly, come up with some things to ask in a consultation so that you can be confident in your choice. The questions you mentioned are fine to ask, and I would even ask something more general or neutral such as "What are your thoughts on BPD/self-harm/etc" as it potentially makes them feel more comfortable to answer honestly.

I hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything, and feel free to update us on how the therapy search goes.

-Bun

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[jekyll-doodles]

How are things?

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good?

[evilminji]

I'm back! And by Zone this still HAUNTS me! >:Dc

You may be asking! "But Evil! Oh fabulously good looking and talented writer that you are! How did they MEET?" Which is understandable, basically EVERYONE but them is deeply confused. But! We must once again Remember and Reference *slaps Ra's time-line* that THIS baby? Has SOOOOOO much room for High Drama, Warrior Of Legend and Shadows, sword dueling and Machiavellian Bullshit!

The man's had MULTIPLE KIDS.

Even MORE Rivals Of The Era(TM) and lovers of Exemplary Skills in their chosen fields!

He also? Flirts and Seductively Subtexts at his favorite opponent like an absolute monster! Just? Non-stop. Nothing gets the blood up like a good ol fashioned Live Steel, roof top, duel to the presumed Death! Preferably atop a train racing through a perilous mountain range, during a ferocious thunderstorm, or at night as they pass through some cenic city full of lights.

You know... as one does.

He really does miss the days when Hot Young Exceptional Individuals would just? Grab a horse, a weapon, and come try to kill him. Maybe dedicate their lives to chasing him down and thwarting his schemes.

The youth these days are so BORING.

Oooooh, your technology box is threatening mine. Oh no. How ever will I recover? Why don't you try shooting at me from half a continent away next? Cower in a bunker like vermin, while trying to play "squash the dot" on your little screens? Pathetic! Boring!

Is there NO ONE to give him the fight he desires?!

*enter stage "Fuck Yoooooooou!" as Danny drop kicks one of his ninja down the street behind him*

He was probably at some highly traditional little café. Planning to have a "I'm totally Threatening You" chat with someone. Maybe stretch his legs and/or influence a bit. When? One of his underlings tried to intimidated the WRONG Feral Honey Badger, son.

Welcome too Pain.

Needless to say? It escalates. You kick ONE ninjas ass? His buddy's gonna take exception to that. So you kick HIS ass. You were just looking for a spot to get lunch, after all. Got things to do. And these guys are BORING. But! You kick a TEAM of ninjas asses?

Well now, suddenly their CAPTAIN wants a word.

Then HIS buddies.

Then THEIR commander.

All of a sudden? It's become A Whole Thing(tm). The street is full of ninja. You are still lunch-less. This has stopped being novel and midly amusing about 15 ninja ago. Then? They Dramaticly Part. A shop door is held open. Big Boss must be arriving. Time to kick HIS ass and go get lunch.

But!

Oh No. HE'S HOT.

Striding out with his Dramatic ass, silly looking, cloak. Which SHOULD be hilarious but somehow looks all Powerful and Cool. Traditional clothing, that hug his body in an open shirted and VERY favorable way. Almost aggressively masculine with all those masterfully honed muscles, perfectly complementary cologne, and darkly refined yet old-fashioned style.

Stance effortly balanced and instinctive.

Head tilted up at a regal and commanding angle.

He looks like a sexy warlord, straight from some work of high fiction. And he's being handed a sword. A NICE, master's work, well used but carefully maintained, LIVE BLADE. Oh.... Oh No.

He wants to fight?

But Danny's body isn't ready! His hair is a mess and he's been traveling all day! *flustered sputtering in Ghost* nuuuuuu~ ( TT-TT) why does Danny keep meeting Hot People only when he looks LIKE GARBAGE?!

Because! Ghosts? Fight to socialize. There is SUBTEXT(TM) to their fighting. Maaaybe its "ha! I think I'm stronger then you!" But maybe it's "hey! Let's be friends!". On occasion? It's even MORE then that. Sometimes? It's "hey ;) noticed your Super Awesome Fighting ;) wanna get up close and personal with me? And~ Fiiiight~♡ ;) "

Ra's is giving off "VERY Bad Boy Who Wants To DO THINGS To You" energy in this club tonight. Well, moderately small, countryside town at mid-day. But STILL! Danny was NOT PREPARED! Shocked, flustered, and maybe he's into this? He DOESNT KNOW?! Such aggressive SEDUCTION, SIR!

Did Ra's INTEND to send this Subtext? Not really. He came here to see the man delivering his highly trained underlings such humiliating defeat. But the youth does not back down. Does not grovel. Handles himself well.

It might be amusing, he thinks.

If it weren't for Pandora? Danny would be utterly CURB STOMPED. He's fought actual Concepts that hit less hard. The blade sings, the dance deadly, as it takes Danny everything he HAS to barely hold on.

His blood stains the blade.

Not much, but Ra's DOES get cuts in. However? It's enough for the sunlight to his those infinitesibly small bits of Ectoplasm in his blood, which makes up half of what he IS now, and light the droplets an almost iridescent green.

Green in a shade Ra's has WORSHIPPED for centuries.

Oh~?

The young man throws himself BACK and away. No where to flee, yet he is not trying too. Ra's allows it. Just to see what he will do. Then? Like blinding sunlight of the Pits surface, a rolling wave. Curtains parting to reveal the truth. A man made of Ice and Starlight. A magnificent Lazarus green light, like divinity shining from his skin. Eyes the color of the deepest waters of the Pits.

He becomes something MORE.

And no longer does Ra's hold the easy advantage. It? Is EXHILARATING. Each blow he blocks a fatale one, capable of caving in a lesser man's torso. The speed and boneless grace. His opponent free of gravities hold, as though floating the coldest waters, yet striking like meteors battering the Earth.

Ice, burning green light, and in the end?

A haunting swan song that rips apart all before it.

Ra's opponent escapes. More then half his men are critically wounded. He has broken ribs and more bruises then he's had in DECADES. He has? Not felt so ALIVE in over a century. Perhaps longer.

So obviously he tracks the man down again.

Repeatedly.

To his endless delight? Unlike CERTAIN people, the man flirts back. Fights brutally. They dance between death and passion, tearing up everything in their wake. The man seeming to be genuinely flattered and intrigued by Ra's interest. And really, Ra's is nothing if not a persuasive man.

They drink fine wines as they battle wits, they dine as they smirk and purr such DEADLY threats, there are such MAGNIFICENT battles at every local. He sends Danny, (not Daniel, never Daniel, unless he wishs too invoke disgust) gifts. Blades and treasures from beyond Earth's soil. Interesting information on places to visit or explore.

For Danny is free and unrestrained, wild in his nature.

For once it is RA'S who chases. He can not say it is unpleasant. Rather, it has become an exciting turn of events. But... once AGAIN? Those insipid and short sighted "Heros" meddle. While he had been careful to keep his passions from the eyes of the Detective and his ilk, he underestimated the rare intelligence of those costumed imbeciles closer to Nanda Prabat.

They confronted Danny.

Ran their ill informed and uneducated mouths.

And NOW? They've gotten Danny's back up. Twisted the truth into something Danny will never accept. Ras has had no chance to ease him into things, to explain his ambitions. And now he flits and flees at even the SLIGHTEST indication of Ra's or his men's presence! It is like chasing the wind itself!

Ra's is FURIOUS.

Not at Danny, of course, he is merely being true to his nature. Made no secret of his views or stances. But at those IMBECILES? At the so called "villains" who should have been KEEPING THEM OUT OF HIS LOVE LIFE? Livid. Wroth.

And now his CHILDREN. His GRANDCHILDREN! Are acting like they have a say in who he does and does not marry! Whom he takes to his bed! Must he ask their permission to hold his lovers HAND next?! For how long did he tolerate your infatuation with the Detective, Talia?! Long after he had proven unreasonable? That's what he thought.

Now if you'll EXCUSE him, not that you have a say, he shall be planning a raid on several illicit stores of alien technology. He requires bait, if he is to entice his lover to stop fleeing and actually SPEAK with him. *dramatically exits*

@hdgnj @hypewinter @nerdpoe @lolottes @mutable-manifestation

Oh... Oh No(TM) :Dc

You know how occasionally? Ra's has to get dunked to rehydrate in that good, good Youth Soup? And probably comes out looking Damningly Fine AF, as a chisled warrior man in his late to mid 20s?

........okay, so HEAR ME OUT.....

You ever date a Hot Passionate Bad Boy, that you KNOW is probably bad for you? Because he is REALLY charismatic? Remembers all the important dates and details. Has Hot Blooded roof top sword fights and dramatic cliff side brawls, with you? Talks like the most Dramatic! Nerd! You have? Ever Heard! *mysterious musical sting by full orchestra*

Swishy cape?

VERY Impressive muscles.

But so High Drama that even you, "Commit To The Bit" Danny, of the Good and Noble House "WHY IS EVERYTHING ON FIRE!?" Fenton, find him... occasionally A Bit Much(tm)?

Just? A REALLY Bad Idea in attractively form fighting luxury wear.

You get too fight ninjas.

..........Danny's not SAYING he gave into his worst Dumbass Thirst Impulses... but, uhhh, he's also? Not NOT saying it?

And it's becoming a problem.

Cause apparently their whole family is CLINGLY (Bruce, in the background of the call: No. REALLY? You DONT SAY?) when they decide they've found The One. And he was unaware of the Murder Cult. Yes! He KNOWS! Should have asked where the ninjas came from! But in his defense...

Hot man, no shirt-y, Danny brain go Dumb and Drools.

He had a fancy sword and wanted to fight, Jazz.

Danny was FLUSTERED!

He refuses to be Mrs. Cult Leader, Jazz! You dealt with hot bad boy Exs! What does he do!?

And just? Jazz? So... so tired. Dear lord, she thought Dani was bad. But no. No Dani came by her... EVERYTHING, honestly, didn't she? It's genetic. It has to be. Danny what the FUCK? When she said "you should get out more and see the workd" this is NOT WHAT SHE MEANT!

Danny? Is not really feeling the helpful vibes here, Jazz. Fine. He'll hunt down Talia. She'll help him! Surely SHE won't want him to be her new step-dad! Hmmmph! *click*

And THAT! Is how the Bats meet their new Son/Brother-in-Law, Danny. Jazz's baby brother.

@hdgnj @nerdpoe @hypewinter @the-witchhunter @babbling-babull @lolottes @mutable-manifestation