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The Malicious Daughter Is Back! - 4

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

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Bucky was speechless after you kissed his hand, even though it was through the leather gloves.

You let go of his hand. "Was that too much? Sorry, I’m just overwhelmed by the offer you gave."

“I take that as a yes?” Bucky asked, still processing.

“Well yeah, didn’t I seal it by kissing your hand? I thought it was clear.” You smiled, a hint of playfulness in your eyes.

Bucky chuckled softly. "That's a new way to accept an offer, but joke aside, I’m grateful you accepted."

You lowered your guard, leaning back slightly. "So what happens next? I have to say, I won’t do anything that makes me a homewrecker."

“Oh gosh, nothing like that,” Bucky reassured you, his tone earnest.

“That’s a relief.” You let out a breath, feeling more at ease.

Suddenly, Bucky's phone rang. He picked it up and saw the caller ID: "Victoria." He bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to talk to her at this moment. However, he didn't want to ignore the call either, as his fiancée would quickly learn that he had no feelings for her.

He excused himself to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Hello, my fiancé. I apologize for bothering you, but I heard something that doesn't sit quite right with me. I heard that you are with my older sister?" Victoria asked, her voice calm and cheerful, though her perfectly manicured fingers were crumpling a few papers nervously on the other end.

Bucky felt like he had just been caught cheating. "I am. I have something to discuss with her because of what happened last night."

"Oh, I see. Alright, I won’t bother you. See you soon." Victoria ended the call, smirking as she looked at her phone. She knew Bucky's reputation—quiet and calm but ruthless if disrespected. She remembered how you embarrassed him last night and thought perhaps he was giving you a warning.

Victoria felt a tickle of satisfaction, believing Bucky understood her without her needing to lift a finger. She felt lucky to have him as her fiancé.

Bucky, not entirely sure what had just transpired, felt relieved that Victoria didn't seem suspicious and quickly ended the call.

He returned to you and saw you chatting with the waitress and his secretary. In seconds, you had already become close to new people.

Unlike you, Bucky’s circle of friends all had to undergo background checks before he could trust them.

"Let’s talk in the car. I’ll drop you off," Bucky suggested.

"Sure," you agreed, thinking this would save you transportation money.

Inside the luxurious car, you felt like you were being enveloped by the comfortable seat. Even if you worked for 20 years on your teacher’s salary, you wouldn’t be able to afford this car.

Bucky wore his reading glasses and read a document. He spoke to you without lifting his head. "Tomorrow, after your school is over, I’ll pick you up, and we'll meet my psychiatrist."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

Bucky explained, "He knows my condition, and I hope bringing you to meet him will help us find a solution." His voice sounded serious, a little desperate.

"Have you had this disorder since you were little?" you asked.

He flinched, his hand stopping mid-motion as he was about to flip the paper. "It started when I was 12 years old," Bucky replied, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

His expression turned grieving. You knew this was the moment to stop asking questions; after all, you’d just met him for the second time. There’s a limit to how personal you can get with someone you barely know.

🥀🥀🥀🥀

The car stopped in front of a small house. It looked old but cozy, especially the garden with its many flowers. Bucky wondered if it was you who took care of all the roses.

You rolled your eyes, "It was my grandma who has the green thumb."

Bucky glanced at the flowers. "Pretty. I’m grateful for your cooperation, but I hope none of this gets leaked to outsiders."

So he was giving you a warning. You made a gesture of zipping your lips. "My lips are sealed." Then you closed the car door and headed to your house.

After he saw you enter the house, he told his driver to start the car.

You watched the car drive away from behind the curtain.

"Is that your boyfriend, my Ophelia?" The cheerful voice of an older woman startled you. You jumped, turning to see your grandma, Cassandra, standing beside you.

She smiled at you, happiness evident in her eyes, but you couldn't share her joy. To your grandmother, you were her daughter, Ophelia, your mother, who had passed away years ago.

Life had been cruel to her, taking away her only daughter, her son-in-law ignored her, and her business at the same time, which took a significant toll on her. The final blow was dementia.

She didn’t remember you at all. At 70 years old, her mind had regressed to when she was 40. Because of the striking resemblance between you and your mother, she thought you were Ophelia.

You sighed and put on a smile for her. "No, he's just a friend."

Cassandra giggled. "Really? Your father will be jealous when he hears this. Uhuk... uhuk..." She started coughing. You bring her to sit on her chair.

Your heart clenched each time you heard your grandma cough. It was getting worse.

She needed surgery, but you didn't have the money.

Having a rich father like Jonathan was useless because you didn't have access to your money. The reason was clear: Genevieve and Victoria.

She really hated you and wanted you to starve to death.

You quickly put a blanket on Cassandra lap and turned on the air humidifier to help ease her cough.

As you added the eucalyptus and lemongrass essential oil into the humidifier, your eyes caught the family photo on the wall. It was a picture of your family—your dad, your mom, and your grandparents—standing in front of your childhood home. Everyone was gathered to celebrate your birthday. But now, it was all just a memory.

You clenched your fist, feeling a surge of determination. Soon, you would get what was supposed to be yours.

💋💋💋💋

The next day after school, you went with Bucky to see the psychiatrist. But before that, the school was in an uproar because of the clothes you were wearing. You, who always dressed like a vampire hunter in jeans, combat boots, a grey shirt, and a black jacket, were now wearing a casual outfit with a vintage aesthetic.

You wore a cream-colored blouse tucked into a high-waisted plaid skirt paired with brown loafers and a light brown blazer with elbow patches. Your hair was styled in soft waves, and you carried a small leather satchel. The change in your appearance left everyone talking.

Jimmy couldn’t believe you were the same teacher who always yelled at him. “Who are you?”

You replied with a smirk, “Your worst nightmare.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Despite your elegant outfit, you still commanded authority.

Bucky also noticed the change in your appearance. “You look different.”

You explained, “I don’t want your psychiatrist to think that I could be a bad influence on you.”

“Fair point,” he nodded in agreement.

After a while, both of you arrived at the destination, a fancy clinic. The receptionist, already accustomed to Bucky's appointments, greeted him warmly. “He’s waiting for you.”

Bucky led you to the room, which was bright and comfortable, conducive to a relaxed atmosphere. The walls were painted in calming colors and adorned with abstract art, and the furniture was modern yet inviting.

There was already someone sitting in the chair, holding a pen and a writing board. It was Dr. Javier, who had known Bucky for a long time.

Javier waited until both Bucky and you were seated. "You told me that you had a breakthrough. Is it her?" he inquired.

Bucky nodded, taking off his leather gloves and putting on a pulse oximeter on his finger. He then reached for your hand, and you placed yours in his.

Javier widened his eyes and adjusted his glasses. Bucky showed no signs of panic attacks, and his pulse appeared normal. "Wow. Incredible. How long has this been happening?" Javier asked.

Bucky replied, "Three days."

"After you touched her, you mentioned trying to shake somebody else's hand. Did the panic attacks suddenly reappear then?" Javier inquired further.

Bucky confirmed, "Yes."

Javier wondered what made you so special. Suddenly, he moved closer to you without warning.

You exclaimed, "What the-?"

“Interesting,” Javier nodded. “I can think of one reason: your body fragrance.”

You were taken aback. Did you really smell bad? You started sniffing your clothes. They were still new; you had only worn them three times, and they had been dry cleaned.

Then you remembered, “I am surrounded by buckets of sweat and cigarettes.”

Being around students who smoked and sweated a lot due to their frequent sports activities made you open all the classroom windows to get rid of the smell.

Bucky found it difficult to accept that his disorder could be triggered by your body odor.

Javier felt as though four eyes were judging him. He cleared his throat. “Ahem. Your case is one of a kind, Bucky. Perhaps her scent doesn’t trigger your trauma—” He didn’t continue when he felt someone glaring at him.

Trauma? Bucky’s trauma? You wondered what Javier meant.

Bucky crossed his arms and changed the subject. “So the solution to my disorder is the smell of a locker room?”

Javier raised both arms, trying to calm down his patient's anger. “I’m not saying it’s the solution, but it could be.”

Bucky sighed heavily. What kind of nonsense was this? But the way he met you was also out of the blue. His life is full of surprises now.

Author Note: Poor Cassandra. 🥺 Also the reader is a non-smoker.

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I'll show you different ( joel miller x reader) part one

Summary : y/n ( peach ) is learning to be free , learning to be her own woman again. Since life wasn't so easy for girl she ran from one monster into hands of another now back in her hometown back with her grandfather she learns being free is lot harder than she thought but lucky for her there's a couple of brothers help her along the way .

Warning : mentions and allusions to domestic violence and child abuse. Slightly angst but not much .

It’s funny when you hear thing repeated to you , that you begin to believe them and absence and time makes you take a step back and you realize how truly fuck it all is , when it takes an outside look to see the toxicity . y/n would always be indebted to her friends . she was a runaway , a product of a cycle that kept repeating from her mother to now her. She was afraid when she was younger no one would believe her so to escape her father she ran with the help of fake id , she crossed country ended up away from one monster to the hands of another . she thought he was one to save her , she should of seen the mask he held perfect man saving her like a damsel in distress . looking back it was stupid to believe it all but thank to good surprising people she was able to escape and only one place she could go that had family was austin texas , she was born and bred , only family consisted of her grandfather probably the only man in her life that didn’t hurt her , one that loved her no matter what . she felt guilty not seeing him in so long and yet when she showed up on his door step he said sorry , he apologized for not protecting her as if he was the one to let her down.

He set her up in one if his houses , his old home that he was going to rent out but couldn't due to it Being The one He shared with his wife. She spent many times in the confines of these walls Everytime her mother was in er or her father in jail . The house held the only happy memories from her broken past . She was happy to be home though this was always home whether it was just her or her grandparents This was her safe space , her breather The one place that didn't have fear laced In the foundations .

She Stood looking over the garden , knowing to sass her grandfather for its state . She checked the old shed door almost falling off The hinges But the things she needed taken care of pulling Them out And heading placing Them along the porch only thing she couldn't do was put on the gloves Those ones that kept her grandmother's hands safe tending to the once beautiful rose bushes. No those went into a draw In the house to be kept safe . She wrote list smiling at the freedom Of being just able to leave and come back without a fight Or more To ensue After . Checking the car she'd bought second hand , like it was second nature make sure nothing or none one was lurking Waiting . She watched the town passing By one she grew up in seeing the change and yet it was still the same . Few saying their hellos and what not she could tell it was to fish information out , the faux Friendly manners to fuel the gossip pressing at tip of their tongues . She and her grandfather even held A little bet on it one she was winner of the moment she got his text standing in hardware store .

Eyes scanning the aisle looking at the buckets of paint all looked the same and yet All claiming to be the best for this and that . She moved back trying to make out The buckets up higher only for her back to hid a solid Mass and clash of Metal making her tense up .

“ woah easy there darling” the voice rasped making her spin to see what or who she hit.

“ shit I am so sorry here let me help” she spun picking up the bit And bobs She knocked From his hands .

“ which one you need” he asked softly head nodding To the shelf .

“ white paint one up there says it weather bearing , I need like two cans “ she shrugged going to hand his thing only he Walked up effortlessly reaching for the ones she wanted . “ good brand actually does the job Too” he chuckled placing Them in her cart , glancing at other thing that sat there .

“ I hope so still getting used to the heat again it's something” she nodded finally handing His things to him. “ well thank you and sorry again for before” all she said heading off .

“ hey wait if you need help with anything build , repair heres my card” he smiled pulling it out and holding It out.

“ thanks … Joel but i got it covered” she glanced to the card.

“ actually I'm tommy work's my big brother , but we actually work in construction and since I'm guessing your new To town well handy man is handy to have right” he chuckled.

“ well thank you tommy but I'm Not new to town just back and I'll hold on to “ she sighed before completely leaving him standing there like a boy lost in dreamland.

“ tommy what you doing standing around, John's waiting” a gruff Snapped the man from his dreamy state.

“ met the hottest girl in town joel give a man a minute ” he smiled Brightly .

“ you said that Friday night too “ the older miller Rolled his eyes .

“ no this ones different I can feel it” he chuckled as two headed Get rest of their supplies.

The two brothers heading home for lunch Tommy miller non stop Chatting over the mystery Girl , while joel learned To drown his Little brother out knowing The man would move on , glance at the car cross the street wondering who the mystery tenant was knowing his boss wasn't In a rush to rent that property out at all. Seemed to special for him to do so but didn't question much when he did event catch the new car parked out there once no trouble was brought To the street well it was fine By joel .

Tommy eyes widened as He caught the person standing on the porch. “ that's her man that one from hardware Store” he clapped his brother excitedly On the shoulder.

Hell his brother was right she was beautiful, yet he even from where he stood he could tell she was way too young for him she barely looked mid twenties probably College kid needing place to stay he reckoned.

“ I should say hey welcome her to the neighborhood” tommy winked .

“ though it was her” the voice Of miss Benson taking A stand beside them sad look on her face. “ that boys is john granddaughter y/n, now don't Bother poor girl I'd say it hard being back here” her words more pointed to the younger of The two men.

“ hard, how ?”.

“ y'all not heard What happened surprised with the mouths Around here , her mama was killed By her daddy girl ran away when she was 16 all way across the country , think it was new York guess she finally came back “ she sighed remembering the little pick of a thing that used to stay in that very house.

“ shit That is ..” tommy voice dropped.

“ he got life and he should of gotten the needle” she scoffed. “ hey peach “ she called making girls head shoot over.

“ miss Benson you still here huh?” She smiled although staying away taking in the two men standing til gaze feel On one .

“ I ain't following you darling , that brother I was telling you about We live here” tommy chuckled as three headed over.

“ how you doing sweet girl , good to See you back” the elderly Woman smiled softly .

“ I Don't think all have those same feeling but you alway been Exception to most” peach shook her head shyly .

“ so your grandpa Is our boss and landlord” tommy smiled bright flashing his flirty grin only to return a head nod back .

“ you fixing up your grandmother's garden ,about time someone did I'm sick of giving out That stubborn man” miss Benson chuckled.

“ he got mouthful from me too , but he ain't got green thumb is his Excuse” She rolled her eyes.

“ well if you need anything you got our card” tommy winked again she didn't bat a lash at the action.

“ thank you again I don't think I do “ she smiled softly trying not to come off rude Or anything .

“ welcome party has arrived “ the cheery Voice called .

“ of course it has , although not happy I find out she here Days later “ miss Benson narrowed Her eyes.

“ letting girl settle In before you start with your casseroles is all Ellis “ he chuckled .

“ my fault miss Benson , just needed time to be back” she smiled Weakly it wasn't a lie but it wasn't the whole truth either.

“ I'll drop by Once your settle peach good Seeing you” the old woman smiled.

“ we best get our lunch but need anything darling” tommy smiled .

“ I got your card “.

“ come on , it was nice to meet you y/n” joel nodded.

“ you too , pop I got your Food ready come in when you finished” she smiled heading Into the house not Really used to the social Proprietary ties Being back .

“ hey boys y'all wouldn't mind keeping eye on her while she there , you know young girl living a lone and all that?” john Asked but felt their was more to his words .

“ course we don't not one bit” Joel called back something was different about the girl , he'd give that much to tommy but he couldn't place his finger On it. Something she was hiding. Some thing clouded over her like weight of world was on her Shoulder So to say joel was intrigued was understatement

Part two,

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Being drunk and complaining how you think your bf/gf is prettier than you (genshin men+women x fem reader) PART 3

ITS THE HARBINGERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Not doing scaramouche cuz i already did in part 2

Dottore, Columbina, Sandrone x reader (seperate)

TW: implied unhealthy relationship (for dottore bc that man does not treat anyone like a human being, i have mixed feelings about that guy), and id like to state that i do NOT support toxic relationships.

Making another part for the other harbingers bc im really sleepy rn and I just wanna give you guys something because I havent posted in a long time.

The next part contains Pantalone, Tartaglia, Arlecchino x reader (seperate)

Maybe i'll do Signora, Pierro, and Capatino? but Capatino wears a mask??? wtv lol

Please note that you may not like "[name]"s personality, as it may differ from yours.

You had met Zandik when he was a scholar at the Akademiya, before he was expelled for his crimes and immoral acts. Fortunately, unlike the last girl who had fancied him, Sohreh, he did not mutilate your body, because somehow in that rather small and close to non existing heart of his, was you.

But unfortunately, you could not escape his unhinged mindset. You relied too much on the Akasha System. When he did get expelled, you followed with him. After all, thats what the Akasha showed which was best for you. Hundreds of years went by, and he became a powerful harbinger. He still gave you freedom, to some extent. So how did you wind up at his office, crying and drunk?

"Zandik" You cried.

You were ultimately weak in the mind due to your heavy dependency that Dottore had created for you. He smiled as you cried into his shoulder, dampening his clothes.

"Yes dear? What happened for you to come crying to me?" He was your white knight.

You quickly learned that somehow, dottore would always save you, relieving you of your agony. Like he did with the ruin machines when they found Sohreh's body.

"O-one of your clones said you didn't love me and you had another woman…" you hiccup in between your words.

"My dear, do not fret, there are no other women in my life besides you. Why would I require someone else? Those clones can be quite troublesome, and not all of them are friendly. I apologize for their behavior." He soothed you, patting your back. 'Yes, yes...let it all out,' he thought. His clones were doing well, their original sole purpose was to create insecurities and confusion in your mind.

"But-But, I'm not even that pretty, even you're prettier than me! Theres plenty of women who are better than me-what if you dont love me one day?" You mumble, your head still lying on his shoulder.

"Darling, I have to say, I am surprised by your irrational behavior. My affection for you is undeniable, and the fact that you would suggest otherwise is quite hurtful..." Your eyes widened.

Oh, how could you hurt him like that?! After everything he's done for you?...

"No-no! I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, I-"

"Do you trust me [name]?" He cuts you off.

"Huh? Of course I do!"

"Good, now please can we move on? If we continue to talk about this, my heart will ache even more." He starts to make an expression that he knows will make you feel guilty. You've really fallen deeper into the rabbit hole now.

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Columbina had saved you at your lowest, and you had devoted your every fiber of yourself to her. You decided to get stronger, your sole motivation being paying back your benefactor. Well, that was until the angel-like harbinger said you could pay her back by forming a relationship with her.

You did start off as friends, but that slowly spiraled into a more intimate relationship. You promised to be there for her whenever and wherever, but really, does the harbinger who's ranked third really need protecting?... I mean, you're so much weaker than her, how can you protect her when she's in danger?

That thought slowly grew in your mind-you can't help but just let it all out when drunk on the fine vodka Columbina had brought back for you and her to enjoy...until well, you drank the whole bottle.

You stared at the empty bottle in your hand that once held the highest quality of vodka.

"[name], my dear, what's on your mind?" Columbina spoke softly, her voice sounding like a lovely melody in your ears.

"Mmmm...I don't wanna bother youuu..." You dragged out your words, slurring your speech.

Columbina stood up from the couch and took the bottle out from your hands and gently placed it on the glass coffee table, making a small 'kling' sound. She sat back down and held your hands, which were rather cold so she decided to warm them up.

It was strange how she always kept her eyes closed, but no matter what always aware of her surroundings. This only increased your insecurity, after all, only one with great strength could do such things...and you couldn't.

"[name]." She let go of your hands and placed hers on your cheek, and kissed you softly. "Your thoughts will never be a bother all right? I'll always be there to protect you and be by your side." She smiled at you warmly.

You started to cry, the alcohol heightening your emotions. "That's-that's the thing!" You let out a sob, wiping your tears. "I-I don't want to just rely on you, I want you to rely on me too! But, I'm so much weaker than you and, and you excel in everything! You're smart, strong, independent, and so, so much prettier than me and everyone, you deserve so much better than me I-" Your rant was cut short when Columbina kissed you again softly.

"Oh, [name], I never knew you felt this way, I want you to know that I rely on you every single day, there is not a single moment where I don't rely on you. I know you probably don't believe it, but you make me feel so happy. I don't care if you think that I outshine you, because in my eyes you're the most beautiful and amazing person in the entirety of Teyvat. You're perfect in my eyes just the way you are, and no one else can take that spot." Her voice really soothed you, and as she spoke, you stopped crying.

"R-really? You mean it?..." You sniffled, wiping your tears off your face.

"Yes, now please, there's no need to cry anymore alright?" she kissed your forehead and held you in a warm embrace on the couch.

"Mhm…alright, thank you, I love you…" You rubbed your eyes, tired from crying and fell asleep in Columbina's arms.

Once you were sound asleep, Columbina picked you up, carrying you in her arms bridal style and set you gently on the bed, making sure you're comfortable before crawling into the bed and cuddling with you.

The next day, you woke up, eyes puffy and not a single memory of last night. When you asked your lover, she just giggled and walked away, leaving you confused.

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Sandrone was an interesting character. When you first met, you had actually died. Well more like on the verge of death. Somehow, for some reason, she had saved you, as she had basically turned you into part automaton.

You were supposedly her 'puppet', but, puppets don't act this human. You were crazy for confessing your love to her, the harbinger who was known for only caring about her own works, and having a god awful personality to come with it.

Well, fortunately for you, you did count as one of her works, so perhaps that was the reason why she accepted your confession and you two started being in a relationship?...you still couldn't wrap your mind about this, you were really happy to say the least.

Today, you had practically begged her to come with you to have a picnic and stargaze. She was being quite stubborn. But of course, she couldn't outmatch your own stubbornness and you, thus she gave in.

You were so excited, yet here you were, sitting on the blanket, extremely drunk. You smiled at her, all giggly and bubbly as you wrapped yourself around her arm, hugging her.

Sandrone sighed and frowned, she stopped her work just for this? I mean, it was you... (She'd never admit to loving spending time with you, she's gotta keep her reputation up... but everyone knows, even you, that she has an extremely soft spot for you (and only you.))

"[name]...quit staring at me like that!" sandrone flicked your forehead, earning an 'owwww' from you.

After recovering from the ferocious attack, you laughed and smiled. "But you're just sooooo pretty! I can't keep my eyes off you, the prettiest girl in Teyvat!"

You lowered your voice to a whisper "I think you're prettier than me, all the other harbingers, and the Tsaritsa- Ow!"

She slapped the back of your head. "I will not allow you to speak of her majesty the Tsaritsa like that, [name]!"

She crossed her arms and turned her head away from you, looking angry.

Although, her words seemed to contradict her statement just now. She spoke quietly under her breath, "plus, youre the most prettiest girl in Teyvat, [name]..."

You perked up, perhaps having heightened senses was a good thing. "I heard that!" You shouted and smiled. "You really think that-"

"W-what?! No! You must be imagining things!" She yelled back at you. "Damn it, I shouldn't have heightened your sense of hearing too! Ugh!"

All you did was laugh teasingly at her frustration and embarrassment getting caught being nice, specifically to you. Until you blacked out from the alcohol. That reallllllllyyyy freaked her out, as she frantically carried you back home. (Well, the only reason she showed her 'nicer' side was really due to the only witness being her modified automaton.)

You had slept for a whole day before waking up at noon, with a god awful hangover, causing you to throw up.

(Sandrone ordered one of her machines to take care of you in secret and report to her every hour about your status.)

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I haven't seen anyone post it so here's Shelby's second statement on Twitter:

[Image ID: Two screenshots of text written by Shubble and posted on @/shelbygraces on Twitter. They read: "I've thought a lot about what I would say when I came back. Firstly I want to say the biggest thank you to everyone showing their support. I have never felt so loved and cared for. And I've never seen so many communities come together to have somebody's back like this. I'm so proud of everyone taking such a powerful stance against these actions. I never could have imagined this response. While I didn't do this for myself, through sharing my story I have healed more parts of myself I had no idea were still pained.

I'd like to address the apology. Quite frankly I've never seen an apology so self centered. It seems to purposely misconstrue the issue I very clearly laid out. My issue was not with being bit. It was with being HURT. And to vaguely apologize for "any hurt" while knowing we needed a safe word because I was being hurt so often on accident, and I continued to be hurt daily, is incredibly disrespectful. But not more disrespectful than not even saying my name. I believe I am referred to as "ex girlfriend" so if you don't know who he's talking about, you might now find out what he did. This is not how you take accountability.

Not only are there no dms whatsoever where it is expressed that I enjoy being hurt by my partner, to imply there was consent in text over an issue that entirely happened in person, where every conversation about it happened in person, is ridiculous. He knows how often I asked him to stop hurting me, that I didn't like it and that I didn't like being covered in bruises all the time. Entirely why he switches to biting my legs, so no one would think I looked abused. But he continued to hurt me. He either didn't take my pleas for it to stop seriously, or he didn't hear them at all.

I felt lost for so long, truly losing myself in this relationship. I abandoned my personal morals, neglected friends and lied for this person. With every time I spoke up being ignored, I shrank. I lost my fight. I stayed locked in a house I had no key for and didn't even try to leave anymore. People ask why we stay, and it's so hard to explain ourselves because we've abandoned all our reasoning. I wasn't safe anymore with this person but I couldn't see that. I loved him and he told me he'd try to stop hurting me.

I'm deeply saddened by how many more friends were hurt by his actions. But I'm so thankful to everyone doing the absolute most in making sure I've been ok over the last few days. Thank you to everyone who's reached out to me. Thank you #ShubbleSupportSquad, every day I read your messages and see your art, and it makes me feel truly like the bravest girl in the world. I think the good that comes out victims sharing their experiences so others can learn and avoid similar pain, or come to terms with ways they were mistreated, is the most important thing in this moment.

You cannot treat people this way without consequence. You cannot pretend you don't know the harm you cause. You cannot pretend going to therapy fixes all past mistakes. All of the love that's been shared for me over the past few days, is for every victim of abuse. Our lives are forever changed by these experiences. I now struggle with memory problems and extreme anxiety. And it may be awhile before I feel fully like myself, whoever she is. But I know I have my spark back. Please remember how brave and how strong you are. We shouldn't be expected to be silent when we are mistreated." End ID]

[chiisana-sukima]

You added to a poll asking about what people consider choking to be (kink related) and i had a question that id like to send to you based on your educational response on the post.

Would someone resting their hands around the throat still be considered dangerous? I know that to some extent the answer would be yes, as this sort of position could be unpredictable. But, i am curious about your thoughts in particular on this.

I think my main answer here has to be that I'm not qualified to say.

It *seems*, purely based on intuition, like it should be fine to me, but then I also have learned the majority of my good sex ed information by being a total d/s fail girl (gn) and doing a bunch of stupid shit I didn't realize was a Terrible Idea, so I'm not convinced my response based on intuition would be worth the pixels on the screen I typed them on.

Also, I'm not sure anyone but an ACLS (advanced cardiac life support)-trained MD would have a truly knowledgeable opinion on it, because no one else (at least in the US) that I know of is trained to do carotid massage, which is the potentially deadly maneuver that one can accidentally do when messing around with the necks of others. Back in the day when dinos roamed the earth, they used to train us nurses in carotid massage during ACLS classes too, but it was deemed too dangerous, so my knowledge of how much pressure it takes etc is years out of date.

All that said, if my partner was vanilla and happened to rest their hand gently on my neck at some point during sex (with no context cues that it had anything to do with choking), I wouldn't feel particularly freaked out by it, but in a scene I would never let it happen now. That's because I don't expect tops/dom(me)s to be perfect. Mistakes, people thinking with their downstairs brain, "minor" in scene up-negotiation, etc. inevitably occur in d/s, because d/s is just part of life, and in any aspect of life, shit happens. From my perspective, the smaller the margin of error in a situation, the more dangerous it is, and even with the safest of intentions, two people thinking "wouldn't it be hot if i/they got choked here but alas we can't" is just asking for the introduction of error.

There are some good alternatives for relatively safe breath play that doesn't involve hands on the neck though in the notes of the poll, if that's what you're looking for. My favorite is tug gently on the ring at the front of a sub's collar (which is safe as long as the collar is not too tight, because all the pressure is on the back of the neck where there's nothing but spinal column) while ordering them to hold their breath. One can also "threaten" to "punish" them with another favorite form of sensation play for failure to hold their breath long enough, which gives a bit of the feeling of being forced.

Thank you so much for the excellent question, nonny, and my apologies that my answer is kind of unsatisfying.

[northwest-cryptid]

I was once told I was white passing enough that I should "just join the winning team" since I could "get away with it" just because you don't encounter racism in your life doesn't mean others do not.

I was once removed from a knife shop in Portland because upon checking my ID the guy running the place identified that my name was Native and told me he "wouldn't supply my kind with the means to scalp people." Just because you might not encounter racism in your life doesn't mean other do not. (They checked my ID because my family has been the victim of numerous identity theft and credit card theft cases, so my old credit card had "ask for ID" on it to help protect from that.)

I have had my language mocked multiple times in my life while trying to teach people who stated they wanted to learn it. I've been told to "speak american" while conversing with Natives in their language (in this case Cherokee since I actually had an easier time learning enough conversational Cherokee than I did Lakota which I'm still learning despite it being my first language because resources are so scarce and it's an ever evolving language) so again, just because you haven't encountered racism in your own life doesn't mean others haven't.

It's very easy to say that Native issues "aren't that deep" when you're not aware of how deep the racism goes. When you don't live it, and don't experience it; you have no idea how it feels to encounter it and be told it's not a big deal.

Savage is a slur that has been used against our people since the declaration of independence, and honestly even before that. It's something we are reclaiming; but that doesn't mean it's okay to be said. I do not lash out at people who use it, but I do remind them that it's a slur that has been used against my people. The good people who actually care typically apologize or will state that they didn't know it was offensive or that they didn't consider the use for it. Which is fine, I'm not mad at them for it; they didn't mean any harm and their intent is more important to me than their words. However the few times I've been called a "savage" after I say something sassy only to respond to the individual by saying "well, I am Native" and they tell me "oh get over it, no one has used that word offensively in at least 100 years." I do not let that shit slide.

It's easy to overlook and ignore racism that you do not face. When the media and the government would have you believe we're already dead and gone or that fighting for our rights outside of (and even including) "Landback" is pointless.

I don't fault people for not knowing about the racism against Natives, I fault them exclusively for how they act upon learning about it. Because I assure you that nothing aids the racists who rape and murder our people, who steal our land and poison our water with their pipelines; nothing helps them more than when you learn of what they're doing, and look the other way.

If you refuse to look away from Gaza, if you refuse to look away from the racism and crimes against Black individuals, then I need you to stand with Natives; educate yourself on our matters as you would theirs, ask us about what's going on; listen when we tell you something is wrong.

We're human too, we're still here; and we still matter just as much as anyone else.

[dsafstevenfanclub]

Catch me in the Phone guy and others server that I made straight up kissing it. And by "it" I mean Steven Stevenson

[No I didn't send this ask because I didn't know how to tell you guys I had a Phone guy and others server haha what are you talking about DM me for link...]

Oh also: anyone else feel like the dsaf fandom focuses so much on the other members of the flipside gang that Steven appears once in a blue moon?

Agh. I'm ranting. Oh, rants. If you wanna see my rant about how Steven was done dirty in dsaf 3 um. Okay 👍. Tell me in the notes please I worked hard on that rant. It's in the dsaf confessions tumblr blog.

- a disheveled ass @stevens-lemonboyfriend ... where am I.

THIS. THIS IS A PERFECT OPPORTUNITY FOR ME TO RAMBLE BACK THANK YOU. AND YES YES ABSOLUTELY FEEL FREE TO SHARE YOURS!!

Slight cw/tw (especially for fictives, fictkins, and irls/ids) for mentions of the in-source horrors//

ermm ermmmm anyways..

I 100% think that Steven deserves more recognition. I've seen various people just brush him off as nothing more than "an asshole boss". Sure, he could be a little overbearing at Freddy's, but he's phoneguy. Most phoneguys tend to be at least a LITTLE bossy, it's their JOB. They were specifically programmed to be managers, so of course they would be!

And don't forget, Steven was hurting too. He'd been surrounded by people at Freddy's for roughly a decade and yet he still technically alone as he had nobody to properly care about him. He literally had daily crying sessions in the bathrooms! (Yes, that's canon, incase anyone doesn't know.)

Listen, as a Dave, I remember that it was pretty easy to tell he was lonely (based off of my source-memories). I remember him being a little more "off to the side" than most of the others back in the flipside, for lack of better words, and that was a big reason I talked to him a lot during our time together. Even if he's made his mistakes and had done some things he clearly regrets, he was a pretty good boss compared to some others I had worked with in source!

He cared about the well-being of others, even if it wasn't always obvious since he was typically forced to put him and the company first above others, and felt repulsed by the murders. He felt guilty for trying to pin the murders on Jack, even after learning he had a part in it. He felt guilty for sending Peter to the factory and even APOLOGIZED before doing so, unaware if Peter could even still hear it or not.

I respect other people's interpretations, don't get me wrong, but it saddens me a little when people think he's just some asshole who doesn't care about what happens to others. Phoneguys are pressured to stay with the company, to do what they can to protect it - and by extension themselves - or else they face harsh consequences, to put it lightly. It's understandable why Steven did the things he did in before the flipside.

He wanted to treat people like humans, he wanted to be a good person. Don't forget that he tried to stop Henry before he ended up becoming a phoneguy. He was afraid, yes, but he's not just a coward that's too afraid to stand up for what he thinks is right nor unable to defend himself - or others - if needed. The reason he didn't defy the company is because of the SEVERE consequences, even if he clearly hated working with the company, not because he didn't care. Steven definitely deserves love and care, despite having made mistakes.

If you've read this far then uh... ooooooo you have to give him hugs now guys I'm hypnotizing you into hugging him ooooooo /j

Fr though, I stand firm that Steven deserved so much better and that he deserves affection just as much as anyone else. I refuse to change my mind. /silly /pos

-🍆

[dancingundermoonlight101]

"it shouldn't be so hard to believe it was some sort of ruse," he says as he stares into the reflective surface. a mirror, the earthlings call it — it just looks like a big sheet of glass, to him.

"well, of course it isn't easy. it is not as if we were always cruel with each other before everything," he continues as he peels away old paint, "but it would hurt far less if i believed what everyone else keeps telling me, even if they do not know what they are saying."

"it is most unfortunate that our paths must keep crossing like this."

"i cannot get enough of your optics no matter our circumstances."

sorry i got carried away i am horrid at requesting things..Decided id just thrust this into ur inbox Lawl. but also a combo of your and my posts has moved me from my slumber. sorry again

I'M SORRY IF I TAKE THIS AND RUN WITH IT IN A DIRECTION YOU DIDN'T MEANNN I'm just ITCHING to write thisss!!! Also, don't apologize!!! YOU'RE JUST EVIL FOR ASKING ANON!! Now I can't stalk your page and read what you have written qwq (if you post.)

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Optimus stared at Megatron through what should have been one-way window. Yet knowing full well Megatron could see him.

The Prime was at first surprised to learn that Megatron had been captured by MECH. Embarrassingly enough, he had already thought up of countless arguments and counterarguments on why it would be a good idea for him to rush in to save — prevent MECH from dismantling Megatron and using him to create weapons or other devices that could be of equal danger, if not more so to the Autobots.

Things are a blur now to Optimus as he stands alone before his enemy. Ratchet, the only other bot to join him, standing outside to guard and warn Optimus for any ambush or trap.

"Optimus," Megatron purrs. "Rushing to save me after getting my distress signal? Please," His small movements somehow emphasized the red splotches on the ground. Dead humans. "You really shouldn't have."

"Megatron." Optimus glares. "Why are you still here? You could have blasted these walls and escaped long before I arrived. Is this a trap?" He decides to cut to the chace.

Megatron, for once. Remained eerily silent. Staring at Optimus's optics with a serious, pondering look. "Well, something seems different about you, Prime. Can't quite put my digit on it.."

"Don't change the topic, Megatron! Answer me." The Prime stepped closer to the glass. Wondering if he should just break it to get to Megatron.

"Ah, yes. I recall now.. I think it has something to do with these late night outings of yours?" Megatron grinned widely once he saw Optimus very visibly still.

"How much do you know."

"Enough." Megatron purred, walking to the flimsy excuse of a glass wall that is keeping him from Optimus.

"What are you planning?" Optimus asked again, clenching his weapon. His fighting spirit still strong. It doesn't matter what Megatron knows. Just what Optimus will do.

Megatron grinned wider, and before he could say anything, a bright explosion made Optimus unable to see for a few seconds.

Chaos ensued.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

(IM NEVER GOING TO FINISH THIS AND IM SORRYYYY BUT YOU HAVE GIVEN ME SO MANY IDEAS FOR FUTURE POSTS BUT IT FELT UNFAIR TO POST THEM WITHOUT FIRST POSTING THIS ONE) I will post stuff inspired by what you suggested though!! I ACTUALLY HAVE STUFF WRITEN DOWN ON A JOURNAL!! Idk how to give you credit, but if you see something that seems like it was inspired by your ask. Then it was ✨️

[lovesick-nagi]

okay, so ive made this throw away account to be able to respond to this,, will delete it once everything's worked out i guess?? not entirely sure,, and firstly id like to say that everything we're going to say isn't us trying to defend ourself,, what we did was fucked and wrong, end of story,, also im not actually going to comment on some of the things we did because i just genuinely dont know how nor do i remember any of it, and so i feel its safer this way for everyone im specifically going to be talking about our ex and why what they show isnt exactly,, trustworthy ( I am not calling them a liar however I do have proof from multiple sources that they aren't great and so I do not trust them in the slightest ),,, aswell as us trying to insult your identity also you only need to respond to this if you are comfortable, i truly dont wish to pressure you into anything you may be uncomfortable with

with our ex, specifically one of them however i truely don't wish for any harm to come to them so i will not be naming names, we have multiple people vouching on the fact they aren't a great individual,, aswell as us ourself having screenshots ( however it is just what i could get my hands on, as we closed our dm with them,, which does mean there is more that i cannot get ),,, if you'd like to learn more about this with screenshots and such id be happy to share if you reached out to us, as we physically cannot reach out to people

and with us trying to insult your identity,, that's not the case at all, we were trying to look out for you as fae/faer pronouns are extremely disrespectful to the fae and should be considered closed pronouns,, we were trying to look out for you so other people don't get aggravated with you for using them in the future,, the best way i can describe it is think of it as using a closed cultures practice with witchcraft, its extremely disrespectful and not something you can do, if that makes sense,, another example is how it's like shi/shir pronouns are only for intersex people,,, i do hope im explaining this well, if not i apologize for the confusion

i appreciate you for saying you forgive us, even though deep down i don't fully believe you,, nor do i even think you should forgive us as we really did hurt you,, we would be willing to get in contact to either talk this through or to showcase some proof we have, however yet again we ourself are incapable of reaching out

( also, the reason we may say things like "from what i've heard" or "what i understand" is truly because we don't remember anything but like,, one thing,, from our entire friendship )( also i should probably say that i didn't proof read this or anything, i definitely should have but i unfortunately didnt and its a tad to late for that now )

Hello again.....

So,, these two points to me are not really effective at all. First of all, you can provide any attempt at defaming your ex but that does not invalidate their experiences with you, which they have already provided proof of. Those are not lies or twisted in any way, it is just what you did. There is no denying that. Even if they were "untrustworthy", the proof is literally right there. I don't need to trust them to believe the factual proof they have presented.

I'm confused about how providing said proof of them being unreliable would prove anything,,, they've already provided logs and everything so they're not lying, and there are now four people having expressed their abusive experiences with you,, so what does trying to slander one of them do to make you look better ?? /gq Frankly, it's working more to do the opposite, because it shows you are still actively trying to blameshift and villanize others.

The reason they were not infact, "the best person", was because they were heavily impacted you and the terrible situation they were put in, and who wouldnt be ? They have since apologized to everyone they legitimately hurt during that time, the affected people accepted the apology, they made actions to better themselves, and have gotten into a better place. I cannot say the same for you.

No one has ever gotten "aggravated" because of my pronouns, which, for the last time, is because i have never used fae/faer in the first place. There was nothing TO be angered by, and there is no logical reason you could have ever said that as a mistake, as my correct pronouns are literally everywhere. It was just a purposeful misrepresentation of my identity, especially because you purposefully spelled them the wrong way. That spelling has never been listed anywhere on any of my socials and no one ever said them verbally. There was never room for misinterpretation.

Please do not try to mansplain closed things within being pagan or intersex, because I am both. If these are, as you say, "closed culture pronouns", even if I did use them, what culture are they closed to ? Pagans ? People who work with the fae ?? Hell, people of Irish heritage ???? I'm all of the above. This is ridiculous. I never even used those pronouns in the first place and there is literally nowhere you could have gotten that information from besides ignoring what my pronouns are actually listed as. There was literally no reason or justification for any of this.

Overall, these aren't even my main gripes with you. I'd say the main ones wereee...maybe getting physically abused for a year and sexually assaulted. Which you have still never apologized directly to me for, nor do I think any apology or excuse you would come up with could ever make better.

To my knowledge I have never claimed to forgive you. I said I forgive your exes, because they were also your victims, and their actions were influenced by that. I can understand were they came from, because we dealt with the same things from you. You are right to believe we wouldn't or shouldn't forgive you, we didn't ever claim to, and we never will.

You say you are physically unable to reach out, which confuses me as that is literally what you did by sending this. This ask is also not an anonymous one, meaning you can send images here, which you are free to do. I am interested in what you think would vindicate you in this situation, and would like to see.

You,, still could have proof read it, because you actively wrote down that you should have before you sent it, but okay. A small bit of advice, but as many of your askers constantly said, and you still have clearly not learned, you really should be more careful with what you say, especially in a situation as,, critical for you as this is. I look forward to seeing the supposed proof you have, feel free to try and prove me wrong with whatever you send in.

[curious-l1ght]

I am now in the headspace where if I don't know your tumblr I will go through your blog.

My trust has just dissapeared.

Never thought I'd experience this. This is the shit that I see in those video essays, can't believe I've actually kind of experienced it.

Its always like: "Oh, that's terrible! I hope that never happens to me. I hope those victims/people who were hurt/people who went through it get better and find peace!"

So it gets worse. It gets really worse. This wasn't exactly supposed to be a vent but it all went downhill.

I talk about suicide and self harm in this.

I hate how she was the one who really got me into Doors. I hate how she was the first person I considered a friend. I hate how that inside joke is ruined now. I hate how she got me familiar with so many things. I hate how I felt bad for her. I hate the fact that I thought I felt like I could relate to her medically. I hate the fact that she was the one who I went to for help. I hate how I asked her for help when I was suicidal. I hate how I relied on her. I hate that I have so many memories with her in them. I hate how I thought we were best friends. I hate how manipulative she is. I hate how she hurt so many people. I hate her

I HATE HER SHITTY APOLOGIES. I HATE HOW THE "APOLOGY" SHE GAVE ME WAS MASSIVE AND FILLED WITH LIES AND MANIPULATION TACTICS. I HATE HOW SHE TRIED TO GUILT TRIP US. I HATE HOW SHE FAKED THINGS THAT PEOPLE GENUINELY SUFFER FROM. I FUCKING HATE HER AND I JUST WANT TO FORGET EVERYTHING ABOUT HER.

SHE KNOWS IM SUICIDAL. SHE KNOWS THAT I HAVE HURT MYSELF, DOESNT SHE?! SHE JUST FUCKING LOVES TO MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE. EVER SINCE LAST YEAR, EVERYTHING HAS BEEN RUINED. HEART SURGERY, CUDA PASSING AWAY, HIGHSCHOOL, IRL FRIENDS THAT HURT ME, GETTING TOLD IM MATURE FOR MY AGE, WANTING TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF, LOSING MOTIVATION FOR EVERYTHING, LEARNING THE ONLY GOOD FRIENDS I HAVE ARE SUFFERING IN THEIR OWN WAYS AND ME WANTING TO HELP THEM BUT I CANT, AND NOW THIS?!

THATS ALL I COULD THINK OF! THERES PROBABLY MORE! I JUST WANT TO TEAR MYSELF APART AND KILL MYSELF BUT IM TOO FUCKING SCARED TO DIE. IF I DIDNT HAVE ALL OF THESE FEARS I CAN BET YOU ID BE GONE BY NOW.

I'm sorry that I have to rely on so many people in order to not lose it. I wish I didn't have to rely on everyone and make their day worse by bringing her up.

Just fucking leave us alone, selfish asshole.

This wasn't meant to be massive. It was just meant to be everything until I started saying how much I hate things.

I won't be killing myself any time soon. I can't do it because I know how many people would be devastated to see me gone. I had to experience my brother trying, and even though it wasn't successful, I'm still heartbroken from it. That was years ago, too.

Thank you to the people who have been helping me.

I will continue to help others and keep an eye out.

I will make sure people block her.

Just. Block. Her.

[ladylooch]

Hello! I hope this ask isn’t annoying but Swiss person here with fam from the same region as Nico!

To elaborate on some things a prev ask said: Nico is from Brig which is still part of the (Swiss) German part of Wallis/Valais, but as soon as you go a bit further west (Sion + Sierre) they speak French, so Hisch’s two languages would be Swiss German + French! Technically speaking Swiss people also have to learn German because there’s not actually a standardized spelling for Swiss German because each canton has their own dialect, so we learn German + a second language (mostly French unless it’s like Graubünden that tends towards Italian) on top of Swiss German, kind of.

Walliser (Swiss) German IS! Notoriously difficult for non-wallis people to understand. It’s very melodic and borrows a lot from French, and just kind of pronounces things differently than anyone else? It’s kinda hard to explain, but I think it’s very nice to listen to, it’s very musical. Imo nino niederreiter is harder to understand than Nico because now that guy has one of the thickest Bünder dialects I’ve ever heard.

-> https://youtu.be/AyXXCPxq3r4 this is a fun if longer interview of baby hisch speaking a lot of Swiss German that I’m very fond of

-> https://youtu.be/Ch9occS-7ME also love this one of him touring the locker room in Swiss German to very confused teammates id imagine.

This is such a long ask but I love talking about our Swiss German guys. Hope this clears some things up??

Keep up the writing! 🥰

I cannot even express HOW happy I am that you are here!!!!! I have been hoping a Swiss person would come into my asks and share all their knowledge with us 🥰 Thank you so much! Also, apologies in advance that google translate only has High German to translate.. for Nico, Timo, AND Kevin... but I do what I can as an English only speaker 😘

You can always come and speak with me about our Swiss German babies. I love the insight into the different dialects and styles and the educational background. It's so different than my experiences here in the U.S.! I wish we were pushed to learn other languages, but the education system, where I am from at least, didn't. It isn't until your later teen years that they encourage you to dive into other languages, which we all know is entirely too late for it to stick.

OMG NINO!!!!! Ugh, still miss him with the Wild. Our precious baby that we were not ready to see go 😭 I'm very curious, what does Kevin Fiala sound like to you? Idk how his Czech and then later Swedish influence alter his dialect and language? So curious of your perspective!

Ah! Again, I'm just so thrilled you stopped by! Please continue to share your insights and I hope you don't mind, but you're being branded as a Lady Looch anon!

[starg1rlie]

hihi! hope youre doing well! ♡ ive never done one of these ask games before but they seem sups cute so i thought id give it a shot ! 💍 for scara please !!

im ambivert!! i really enjoy talking to people and love being around them! id describe myself as a rather calm and go with the flow. im a very patient person and like to see the brighter side of things. im a very physically affectionate person and generally just a pretty happy person 😭 i dont really like confrontation all too much but i will engage in some teasing if i know the other person is okay w it. unfortunately im also the victim of being a HUGE sappy hopeless romantic too 😔 i really enjoy writing :> music and nature are huge inspirations for me and are a big part of my life ! i also draw quite a lot too, it helps relax me and i love making things. i hope you have a great day and thank you for your time! <3 (apologies if this is too long! ^^;;)

(hello, my apologies for taking so long to get to your request, i hope that you haven't been waiting too long...i got a bit sick and i lost my motivation to write, since i dont feel like i'd be pushing out anything worthwhile for my readers at the time, but here i am <3 hope you enjoy)

biking around the city

its dangerous, he says, and yet, he still goes along with it. you first suggested it as a way to get some fresh air (as if the two of you couldn't receive fresh air from the front porch of your house), and he agreed, only because he knows how much you enjoy taking in the scenery of mother nature. of course he didn't expect for you to ask him to hold hands while doing so. if he had, he'd have refused to accompany you and would probably force you to do something else inside the house that wasn't quite so dangerous. he went along with it anyways, linking his fingers through yours as the two of you biked around the neighborhood for a bit. then scaramouche insisted the two of you head back, because it was getting late and your parents would probably murder him if he kept you out for too long.

he'll play the piano in the middle of the night

even though his mother had previously forced him to learn how to play the piano, he still secretly enjoyed it, despite all the smacks to the hand he received from his instructor. he hadn't played in a while and he felt a little nostalgic one night, so he plopped himself down in front of the grand piano, flipping the cover open and letting his fingers brush against the piano keys. slowly, he dipped into a simple melody he first learned, then ascended into a more complicated tune. all the while, he never looked up from his work, playing and playing until he played the last note. a clap startled him and he jumped up from his seat, whirling around to face you. you didn't tell me you played the piano, you'd say as he came over to wrap his arms around you. that's a one-time thing, he replied. only it wasn't; he started playing more and more every night, and you, upstairs in the bedroom, would listen contentedly under the covers, happy that he continues to play.

introduce him to romance

he legit hasn't had a single romancic occurence in his life (poor boy), and does not understand how you can be so sappy and romantic all of the time. so when you sat him down one night, scaramouche couldn't help but feel a little skeptical about the whole ordeal. romance wasn't his thing, not really, anyways. but you tossed a copy of "to all the boys i've loved before" and left him to "do his thing". a few hours later, you hear sobbing from downstairs and rush to see what's the matter. why are you crying? you asked him, rubbing a hand soothingly over his back. this book is so fucking sad, he'd say, wiping at his runny nose first and then his eyes. honey...it's a romance book...you replied, a little confused. i know. it's so fucking bad.

he'll teach you how to waltz

scaramouche isn't much of a dancer himself, but since there is a formal dance coming up at his school, and he wants to take you as his date, he practiced for weeks on end, ever since the school announced the dance. when he finally felt good about his performances, scaramouche invited you to his living room and placed a hand over your waist, the other gently clasping your hand in his. together the two of you swayed around the room until you collapsed into an exahusted heap, erupting into giggles. what's this for? you inquired, gesturing at his tuxedo and neatly combed hair the next day. what did you think i asked you to dance with me for last night? he shot back, re-adjusting his tie. we're going to the dance. with that, he promptly drags you out of the house to drive to the dance.

listens to your onslaught of playlists

it seems every day you manage to make a new playlist for him to listen to. him? he prefers indie pop and would rather slit his throat than listen to anything other than his chill music. however, since you put time and effort into the playlists, he'll scroll through it and play some of the songs in there. eventually, he'll find his head bobbing along to the songs and will scowl to himself, ripping his headphones off and glaring at his phone. your playlists...aren't as bad as i thought they'd be, scaramouche said the next day. his eyes narrowed just a bit. but we'll be talking more about your music taste in the future.

he'll organize a hike and picnic

since you seem to love nature so much, scaramouche mentally mapped out a plan for taking you out one weekend for a hike, and then a picnic at a pretty area, even going so far to take the scenic route instead of the shorter route. backpack and picnic basket in tow, he'll determindely hike up the hill with you, even though his feet are killing him and he'd much rather be relaxing back at home, watching riverdale. when the two of you finally reached the summit, he keeled over on his hands and knees, gasping and panting heavily. nope, this man is not in shape. want some water? you offer him, holding out a bottle of cold water for him. scaramouche accepted it gratefully and gulped half of it down before swiping at his chin. you're lucky that i decided to go through with this, otherwise we'd be rewatching riverdale again at home, he said pointedly, wiggling his index finger at you while he tried controlling his breathing.

[flightfoot]

So a bit of a 'statement to your audience' bit seeking your opinion in the public forum at the same time:

I see people giving Marinette a lot of flak over time, a bunch of which I think is misdirected, and wanted to throw out an example and see if it makes sense.

My standpoint: Marinette is indeed overrepresented-even for a protagonist, but she is at the same time horribly underserved by the story too. A lot of the things that annoy people are not the character, but how she is treated.

I'll use Cat Blanc/Ephemeral as my example. The two times Marinette *ended the world*.

Cat Blanc is a good episode. Mari abuses the miraculous for seemingly harmless reasons. We get chaos, drama, and she 'learns a lesson.' good times.

Then Ephemeral rolls in, and she does it all again, for *not* harmless reasons. Su-Han required Cat Noir's ID. But the an that involved abusing the snake miraculous and Cat Noir's love for her to obtain his ID under false pretenses instead of just... Talking to her partner like a human being... Was all Marinette. (Gabe and Lila are in the corner taking notes)

The rest of the episode happens, we won't dwell on it until the end. Time is reset, and what happens?

Does Marinette 'I overthink everything' stop and ask what she was about to do that time reset *right here?* Does she have a moment of realization? Does she connect Cat Blanc to Ephemeral the way the Mari we know and love would do? Does she stop in horror at what she was going to do to Cat Noir?Does she get to realize and grow? No. She mouths off to the useless Su-Han and we get an awkward 80s sitcom fistbump.

Mari was robbed. People shouldn't complain she 'got away' with anything. They should complain she had growth taken from her.

Sorry hit send too fast. This is just one example. Marinette suffers from this a *lot* for 'plot'reasons. It's terrible, but folks shouldn't direct their unhappiness *at* her for it.

That's my 2 cents.

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Eh... I'd argue that Marinette didn't really *need* to learn a lesson in Chat Blanc. But Ephemeral... yeah she screwed Chat over there and her thinking behind it wasn't really brought up again and dealt with. People who followed me at the time that episode came out should know how I feel about it, I actually wrote a fic as follow-up where Marinette realized that manipulating Chat Noir like that, for that reason, was wrong and apologized, with Chat getting to be angry, but after talking things out with one of his other friends, calming down and then him and Marinette talking things out, explaining their feelings, and reconciling with a promise of things being okay later, but it still being a sore spot for Chat right now. Anyway, I'm really proud of Transcient, so if that sounds interesting then give it a shot! Here's a sample from the middle of the fic, when Marinette's talking out the situation with Alya.

“You screwed up,” Alya told her bluntly.

Marinette groaned. 

Her friend pinched her nose, giving out a long sigh. “Girl, just… just walk me through your thought process here. Please. Why did you think it was a good idea to try to lie and trick your partner into giving up his identity to someone else without him even knowing about it?”

“I mean, I am planning on revealing my identity to him later, so… is it really a lie?” she asked weakly.

Alya glared at her. “At the time you said it you weren’t planning on following through, so yes, that was a lie .”

She looked down, biting her lip. “But if I didn’t, Su-Han was going to take Chat’s Miraculous. I- I can’t lose him, Alya.” Her voice cracked. “I already did once, back in New York, and I- I don’t want to go on being Ladybug without him.”

Alya’s expression softened, but her voice maintained a hard edge. “I get that, but why not just tell Chat about Su-Han’s ultimatum, work it out together? He’s your partner and this is about him, he should have a say on what to do with his own secret identity.”

“But what if he refused?” Marinette asked urgently. “Last time he met Su-Han, he was so upset about the Celestial Guardian’s insistence that I stop being Guardian - that I lose my memories - that he dared him to try and take his Miraculous. We ended up having a pretty tough fight, one that I’d rather not repeat. He said at the time that he’d give up his Miraculous if I asked, but… well… I don’t know whether that would extend to telling Su-Han his secret identity.”

The writing can be a bit hit-or-miss with Marinette, with her sometimes being blamed for things more than she should be, and then other times getting away with things that should have been interrogated more and used as character development opportunities. I think there are more hits than misses overall, but it can be shaky at times.

The writing for Marinette has been pretty strong so far in the officially released episodes of season 5 at least, so hopefully that continues to hold.

[narwhalpanda]

15 questions/15 people

thank you @angry-velociraptor for tagging me! im usually horrible at filling these (i tell myself aw thats sweet, ill do it later and then ill NEVER get back to it) but today im determined to answer some questions >:3c

1. are you named after anyone?

nope, my mom had to change plans for my name last minute so that my birthday and name day didn't fall on the same day. but even the planned name still wasn't an homage to anyone

2. when was the last time you cried?

about two days ago watching the end of Search for Bob (CR1 oneshot) when Liev'tel asks the Raven Queen whether Vex and Keyleth will be happy. that got me good, dammit Liam and Matthew

but overall i am so easily moved to tears its ridiculous

3. do you have kids?

nu-uh

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

lately i've noticed that it's not always obvious to some of my friends when im joking/sarcastic without malice, so im trying not to unless im sure there cannot be a misunderstanding

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

their neutral facial expression (or how the look at me) and height i think?

6. what’s your eye color?

grey-blue, got that from dad's side

7. scary movie or happy endings?

im not much into movies but ive definitely watched more horrors than romantic comedies, so ill go with scary (ive got Mouth of Madness on my list rn)

8. any special talents?

not exactly a talent but id say im weirdly lucky when it counts

9. where were you born?

in czech republic, normal hospital baby

10. what are your hobbies?

drawing is my life long hobby, something i keep coming back to. lately ive become the filthiest of casuals of ttrpgs and im having a blast. also i have been housebound for past three months (icky leg injury) and in that time i got to come back to reading which has also always been my beloved activity, as well as pick up new things like painting minis (ive got little ranger/fighter/wizard mice miniatures and the are tiny and adorable af) and in past few days i got into neocities so im learning html and css to make my own little website and im having so much fun. id like to formally apologize to all my for the time abandoned hobbies, including but not limited to writing, embroidery, linocut and sewing, i swear ill get back to yall some time but now is just not that time.

11. do you have any pets?

currently not :c

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

ive played volleyball for ten years, i stopped playing when i went to college. after that ive done tai-chi for a year, then nothing for a loong time, then i finally decided to hit the gym and get some shoulders, which went great before i felt fit enough to try volleyball again and that is where my 3 month long icky leg injury comes from lmao. but when im healed id love to get fit again (not sure about the volleyball, im super scared but asasdgf it made me so happy to play again), it was brief but awesome, it really is so good for my body and brain to exercise regularly

13. how tall are you?

169 cm, which i think is about 5'6"

14. favorite subject in school?

geography and literature. i wish i remembered more from both high school and uni, man, it was cool to know things about these

15. dream job?

my dream job used to be book editor or librarian. now... ive worked as a librarian for two years now, on two different posts, and i really like the job, tho i eventually wish to do something that is paid a bit better and/or more creative. id like some fun job sometime in my life. but who wouldnt :D

tagging: @lawful-goof @mu-mumie @zraloci-cpr @picachews @zelvuska (feel no obligation you know how it goes :3)

[lovinglifewithlight]

No resolution to current relationship with a fairy friend I, for years now, have considered a best friend. Its been painful to seperate after so long.

After a final outburst of emotion, during a very energetically charged and trying time in which I honestly could have use her support. (This post for info on my episode:)

Instead I ended up being the one to apologize and explain, as I had admittedly lost my temper. But what for? After answering as honestly as I could, she was unable to explain how this had affected for or what she was going though at all. I never have heard how she felt or what her story was. I'm completely unaware of how to reconnect and unsure of the reasoning I have for doing so. As I now have strong reason for questioning what the relationship was and how it impacted me, both negatively and positively.

I don't believe they will ever read this so I'm going write as if that is true even though it's public technically. If they do they probably need the answers but are too afraid to ask for them in person. Either way, I deserve a space of my own to e press myself free of people I know and the social pressures on other social sites that are more connected. This space isn't for attention its for processing. It's helped me in the past to be able to reflect on what I felt more closely in moments in which I was feeling or thinking.

What made me choose and realize the relation was ending and that I should let go, and move on without regret?

How negatively I've been feeling about it. How easily anxious and traumatizing it is to feel confused and bamboozled, or manipulated. To realize through speaking with others how irregular the relation standards are, be that this person claims they are diagnosed with schizophrenia. Which until recently I didn't know much about. Now I realize that much of our friendship base opposes what we should be doing if she truly has this disorder. I do still have major doubts abouts the validity of that however. Its also just as possible in my reality that she has a different disorder or none at all. It's not for me to judge but it does make a difference as to how those disorders have different needs, requirements and symptoms. My aim was to learn more about them, to better support her. But without the willingness to speak openly, it's impossible to know those things, let alone trust in its validity. Ive met many people now who falsely claimed to have an issue (mental or otherwise) or crisis, simply to find that such an event or issue never existed and was falsely created via theatric drama to cause massive amounts of attentions and at a times resources. Unfortunate she would not be the first to be unable to admit their story honestly, and choose to instead ask me to turn away or refuse to speak again all together. It's complicatedd this time with a know unwillingness to say goodbye to anyone. So its another set up for me, to have to walk away when I don't really want to do so.

Id much rather sit it out, work it out, be close. However I doubt that is the choice she has made ar this point. Its been about 4 months since she has responded to messages. All of which I've felt lost and confused about. No more though, thats long enough to continue my own negative self talk and blame when if I'm honest with myself: the only thing I can think of to do are desperate. If she doesn't want to or thinks it's not what will benefit her, then this friendship has nothing more to do.

We were never able to talk about spirituality, business or even music openly. Let alone talk about our story. So, I am moving on. Letting go and on my end, saying and accepting goodbye. I sat with someone and asked them to hold space so that I could chose closure for myself. I feel better about this now. And I feel that this is the beat decision for me, and probably for her also. Especially if she's unable to come clear with herself about her feelings. I'll never really know unless she's able to do that. Thats gotta just be okay with me, there's no use over thinking, wondering or even feeling about it. I feel its better to accept my reality as it is now, without her in it.

Update: I addressed a hand written letter with items I needed to return to her. Also a personal signal of my moving on. I was very hurt when she decided to message me on Facebook of all things... just to set boundaries... again with boundaries she hasn't learned to respect or follow herself. Choosing instead to reveal what I already knew and nothing more. It hurt incredibly. She didn't acknowledge 😕 anything at all that would matter, no explanation, just a cut off. I impulsively messaged back and blocked her. I have since removed the message but I don't think she has any idea how harshly she has judged me. The lack of support, encouragement, and belief in me is notable. She has caused more doubt in me than I even knew I had. After closure and letting go, I have realized how strongly her closing down light language was. As well as how she wrote everything about her vision and made all business decisions with out consultation. I wanted so badly to share, to contribute more and was not invited to do so.

We weren't able to openly communicate. Especially spiritually... she said often that I was judging her but I feel that the judgement was coming from her. I was not openly allowed to speak about or use the name of God, pray, or speak about abrahamic concepts or mysticism at all. However I supported her rituals, protection and didn't question her more pegan interest, esp on alters or doeties. Howver o didn't not receive that same support unless it was a common interest. It hurt that many times I'd introduce her to something and she'd either dismiss it or claim ownership over the topic after a few months... (ie: Light language and twin flame in which she never believed me yet she has had i think three different people she believed was her tf....) And it hurt that she would then no longer be able to share much about it, as if it felt insulting or rude for me to share what I knew... often she would change the topic when I was excited, or passionate about a subject... She told me once after a sound bath that "other peoples beliefs don't enter her, it's like she lives in her own world" which after what I was sharing made me feel like she was saying "I don't belief you", "I don't care about your belief or opinion, only my own" and that "the only spirtual topics that matter to me are ones I already know about so that I can educate you on them". It really hurt the way she said it, it really made me feel like she actually didn't care about what I thought and was the first time I really began to question whether she had the capacity to share, listen or communicate effectively with others enough to run a spirtual business after all. Let alone friendships.

After the episode mentioned in first paragraph (my episode), about a month later my sister (special needs, has I.D.) stayed with me and was reigned by the third serious psychotic episode lasting weeks. I highly suspect (and we got her into counseling asap when mom returned) that she will have a diagnosis for schizophrenia, or somewhere on the spectrum among others (including my other sister who's a counsoler). So, tbh, I learned a lot about this. My friend doesn't know about this as she was not returning my messages for about 3 months most recently. Luckily meds have helped, they had to increase what she was already on since last episode by x3. And those are now being lowered slowly as she has gotten more stable again.

I know now that my friends social behaviors such as changing topics and inability to express her story well, this may or may not be a symptom of her diagnosis but I wasn't able to ask... and therefore - I am left with much hurt and confusion. Walking away again, for the betterment of myself and others without regret. I feel I have done all that I could to resolve issues that required open and honest communication to retain the friendship. She was unable to do that. Theres nothing more I can think of other than this, and to continue to offer prayers, giving it over to source.

I can't help but feel that our spirituality is not compatible at this time.

Either she is disturbed by her scitzophrenia, by continued belief in Patrick regularly in which nearly all members in her life are required to support. Which goes against the recommendations of supporting family and friend roles, which is typically not to support the delusion but to ground into reality.

Or she does not have this disorder. In which conversations could be entertained about our spirituality openly. However whatever reasons she has for provoking the belief in the disorder should cease. I have never heard any family member mention the disorder, not once even when her mom called concerned through out the years. I never once saw her take medicines, even on camping and over nights. From my understanding for most with this disorder it is persistent without meds, and therefore would be noticeable trends with and without meds. Ive never seen her hallucinate. Ive only been able to recently identify social and negative symptoms. It is then difficult for me to belief that she is indeed one of the only (very rare) cases of child-pychiz before age of 16, even more rare due to her female gender. The fact that she states its from drug use before she had Michael (15) (which is kind of possible). And recentl did meth out of the blue is a massive red flag.

If she didn't have this disorder at all and was never lying about it (neither is the actual case irl):

I would call out the fact: there's no excuse for drug use considering her teenage trangressions.

Her spirtual path as a "shaman" or wise woman would usually insist on a life based in purity and self resepct; if she was serious about these trainings she would consider not dating and having sex often with insurable and impure/unspirtual beings. The same is true for abusive substances, including alcohol.

Her work with the fae may have spirtual negative impacts she is unaware of: everything has a cost. I don't condone spell work, especially that which is done with the help of lower, demonic, djinn or chaos.

I find speaking with the dead to be rude and usually negative. Unless you are born into spirtual communication and have family ties to ghosts and spirts, I would heavily resist this type of communication. Therefore continuing attachment to Pat will not serve your or his souls. It is more likely from what I have witnessed that she has an EBS that is presenting as Pat from her own memories. I have yet to see anything that would prove it was Pat or Pat's ghosts. However the evidence for an EBS was strong including cold Temps, negative comments, ideas and manipulation.

I feel I cannot voice these openly due to her belief/front of her disorder. As me yelling her these things may increase her levels of paranoia, stress and spirtual "foundations".

Therefore, I decided not to discuss them until after I learned more about her, her disorder, and confronted the doubts I had about it. Since we were unable to do that. I feel that it was the right thing to keep these opinions to myself. I was concerned for her because of her actions and personal-choice beliefs and paradigms. Rather than judging/having issue with any aspect of her spirituality which I am very supportive of in general.

I found that her breaking her own boundaries so often changing them, is what I found the most difficult part of being friends with this person for so long. It is what cause confusion and doubt, and eventually eroded trust.

While being unable to handle, hear or accept others boundaries let alone respect them. She often finds herself in difficult situations, moving her own boundary lines depending on the person and circumstance, rather than a place of will power and personal conviction. So when I say in this post, I kept my opinions of spiritual things like ghosts to myself, rather than enforcing them on someone. However, I should be able to express without upsetting her than I am not supportive of the ghost. I didn't though, because I am concerned for her mental health. What excuse could she have for not discussing things with me though? The only answer I know of is: Fear.

[the2purpleidiots]

[Image ID: A screenshot of a user named lastknownstatus-alive reblogging a post and saying in the tags in all caps, "okay I really didn't see myself as reblogging a ton of stuff here cause this blog is really just my dumping ground for my thoughts. But I just realized there is a blog now for these boys and that header???? PSPSPSPS can I see these babies in more detail they're so cute AWW. (Only if you two don't mind!) I'm literally in class I shouldn't be gushing over them right now but !!!"/end ID]

Pspspsps... @lastknownstatus-alive have some of our art 👀

DO NOT REPOST OR USE. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

Drawings and image IDs are under the cut.

I'll start with Dakota's first because they have been the backbone of drawing these dumb, lovely boys.

First off, we have Jason in a suit! We have terrible brain rot for Jason dressing like the amazing boi that he is!

[Image ID: A traditional half-body drawing of Jason, an Asian teen with big rounded glasses and asymmetrical hair, from Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. He is smiling, facing forward with his hands behind his back. He is dressed in a slightly unbuttoned dress shirt, buttoned-up suit jacket, and a belt./end ID]

Have some prompts that the lovely Dakota has drawn for that I, personally, have cried over multiple times in joy and in major feels. They are so talented and the more they draw the more I fall in love with these boys all over again. Mostly because they warm my heart and make me so fucking soft

[Image ID: A comic page of a traditional drawing of Jason and Donnie from Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Donnie is a mutant softshell turtle with a mask that covers all of the upper parts of his face, tying in the back to form two short mask tails, his mask also has sharpie eyebrows drawn on them and goggles on his head. He has purple rectangular-looking markings on his left and right shoulders and is currently wearing his battle shell. Jason in this drawing is wearing a shirt and a button-less over-shirt.

In the first panel, Donnie and Jason are standing side by side, the panel shows them from the shoulders up. Donnie is looking towards Jason with a small smile on his face and says, "Hey Jason!"

Jason looks towards him, a small question mark near his head as he responds with, "Hm?"

Donnie continues asking, "Wanna compare hand sizes?"

Jason stutters, saying, "Oh- uh sure!"

In the second panel, it shows Donnie's and Jason's hands pressed together gently palm-to-palm with both of them out of shot. Donnie has three fingers and Jason has five. Donnie comments enthusiastically, "Woah! They fit perfectly!"

In the third panel, Jason is standing forward, visible from the torso up and Donnie is out of shot. His arm is extended to the side, presumably, his hand is still pressed to Donnie's as his face and expression have become flustered. There is text behind his head that reads, "Oh he's...oh help it's...his hands are so big...and he's holding mine oh god...I've been staring for so long now...probably thinks I'm weird."

Donnie asks concerningly unaware of Jason's thoughts and odd reaction, "...Jason?...Jason you good?"/end ID]

[Image ID: A comic page of a traditional drawing of Jason and Donnie sitting down at a table, talking.

In the first panel, Jason is leaning his head in his right hand, his left arm folded on the table in front of him. He is wearing a shirt that shows an R with two backward threes following after. He is also wearing an unbuttoned flannel shirt over it. There is an arrow pointing towards Jason that says, "being genuine" as he says, "You know, I really look up to you."

In the second panel, Donnie is shooting a single-finger gun towards Jason, grinning, as he states, "Because you're short?" There is an arrow pointing towards him saying "Instinct."

In the third panel, it shows the table and Jason and Donnie from the knees up. Jason says, "You know what-."

Donnie has his left hand over his smiling mouth, his other hand reaching out a bit towards Jason as he interrupts saying, "Wait-."

Jason responds saying, "I take it back," as he snickers.

Donnie giggles and says, "Wait no-".

Jason stands up from his chair, smiling slightly, moving away from where Donnie remains seated on the other side of the table to the left as he states, "I'm leaving."

Donnie says, "I didn't mean it."

Jason responds saying, "Too bad."

At the end of the dialogue, it says, "Laughter from both of them."/end ID]

[Image ID: A comic page of a traditional drawing of Jason and Donnie.

In the first panel it shows a shoulder-up view of Donnie confused, an eyebrow raised as he asks, "Why does everyone keep assuming we're a couple?"

In the second panel, it shows Donnie sitting on a single couch chair with Jason on his lap, holding his legs and back as they both look down at the device Jason is holding that is playing a video. Jason responds with, "Beats me."

Donnie asks, "Oooh, what's that?"

Jason says, "A motor cleaning vid."

Donnie compliments, "Oh nice."

Jason responds happily, "I know right!?"/end ID]

[Image ID: A comic page of a traditional drawing of Jason and Donnie.

In the first panel it shows a shoulder-up view of Donnie with his hands tied behind him, expression determined and pleading as he shouts, "You don't have to do this! You're better than this!"

In the second panel, it shows a hip-up view of Jason wearing his usual polo shirt and Purple Dragon purple satin jacket, avoiding Donnie's gaze as he looks down. His expression is defeated as he asks, "...Am I?"

In the third panel is shows that Donnie is tied down to a chair, his hands are tied behind the chair's back as Jason stands a few feet away, holding his own arm insecurely, still avoiding Donnie's eyes.

Donnie gently responds, "Would I have come all this way if you weren't?"/end ID]

[Image ID: A comic page of a traditional drawing of Jason and Donnie.

In the first panel, it shows Jason sitting down on a rectangular object that can presumably be a bed. Donnie is kneeling down in front of him with a cotton ball in his grasp tending to Jason who is holding an object to his face.

Donnie states, "I will always be there for you."

Jason doesn't respond.

Donnie continues saying, "I swear."

Jason remains quiet.

In the second panel, it shows a torso-up view of Jason looking away from Donnie, mouth screwed up in an emotion that could be pain or nervousness. The panel shows the extent of the wounds covering Jason's body. He has bruises on his collar bone, face, and arms. There are two bleeding cuts on his left arm which is holding the object to his face. Any other wounds that may be present are hidden under a t-shirt he is wearing. His usually neat and asymmetrical hair is a fluffy dirty mess, adding to his hurt and disorganized state.

Jason finally asks, "You really think I'm worth so much fuss?"

In the third panel, it shows a hip-up view of Donnie still kneeling in front of Jason, holding the cotton ball. He has a firm, caring, and determined expression on his face as he replies with, "Every bit of it."/end ID]

[Image ID: A comic page of a traditional drawing of Mikey and Donnie. Mikey is a mutant box turtle with a mask that covers around his eyes and ties in the back for two short mask tails. He has circle-like markings on his shoulders and wears a belt-like T-cross harness with the Mad Dogs symbol where they cross. He has stickers on his plastron.

In the first panel Mikey is sitting at the head of a bed, legs crossed, facing towards Donnie who is at the foot of the bed on his tummy, holding up his head with his hands, legs moving behind him. The position is similar to the stereotypical position young teen girls do in movies when talking to or about a crush.

Donnie dreamily states, "Jason is too sweet. I love him so much."

Mikey remains silent.

Donnie continues, ignoring his brothers silence, hearts around his dialogue. "Even the sun's jealous of his smile."

In the second panel it shows Donnie looking towards Mikey who continues to be silent, saying, "Hm?" at his silence.

In the third panel it shows a torso-up shot of Mikey with a "What the actual fuck" expression mixed with concern and confusion.

Mikey states, "He's tried to kill you..."

Donnie replies, hearts surrounding his response, "Yeah."

Mikey says, "...Donnie-"/end ID]

[Image ID: A comic page of a traditional drawing of Jason and Donnie.

The first panel shows Donnie and Jason outside from a little ways away. Jason has a stick in hand as he stands near a thick tree. There is a beehive hanging off one of its branches while Donnie stands a little ways away from Jason, hand on his hip. At the start of Jason's dialogue, it says, "Ending his hypothesis about bees or something."

Donnie responds to his hypothesis by stating, "...this is a terrible idea."

Jason replies, "Oh..."

The second panel shows the same scene except Jason has turned to look at Donnie.

Jason asks, "So...I suppose you're out then?"

Donnie responds with, "Wha-."

The third panel shows Donnie from a torso-up view where his arms are crossed.

He is grinning like a dork as he says, "Heck no, I'm 100% in. This is exactly what I need to cure my boredom."

A little speech bubble with Jason's happy and excited expression with an exclamation mark in it is Jason's reply to Donnie's statement./end ID]

[Image ID: A comic page of a traditional drawing of Jason and Donnie.

In the first panel it shows Donnie sitting on a bed on the far right, leaning his back up against a wall while holding his phone. There is a little speech bubble with an exclamation mark near his head to show he is noticing the shuffling noises that are coming from the far left of the panel.

In the second panel it shows Donnie within the same position as he was in the first except that he is no longer holding his phone towards him.

Donnie snickers and says, "What are you doing?"

A person out of shot responds by saying, "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Donnie says, "It-."

The third panel shows Jason in the center of the a pile of clothing, wearing a slightly over-sized jacket. His expression is flushed as he hugs himself, an exclamation point near his head. An arrow points to Jason that reads, "Got cold but didn't want to bother Donnie."

While out of shot, Donnie's dialogue is surrounded by hearts as he finishes his sentence. Laughing and saying, "It looks like your stealing my hoodies."/end ID]

I'll be relogging with my very few art additions! But this is all of the lovely Dakota's art so far! Gah! These boys are just so fucking amazing, I cannot express how delightful they are and how delightful Dakota draws them-

- Fox