#I wish I had a pet pig genuinely

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I'd like to hear more about your dnd characters, I love their designs

Aight, first up the main 2! Shriek, my Kenku Death Cleric! He wields a cursed longsword that seals away the souls of those killed by it and gains power from that. On his other arm is a tower shield that's nifty. He wears adamantine armour and is VERY tanky as a result.

His entire deal is he was from a kenku village in the woods distant from most major civilizations/cities, so his hometown has a kenku made sign language! He was banished after stumbling upon a dark secret within the church, sold off into slavery, his home being burned down as he was carted away, and the head priest smiled towards him cruelly. He was branded and discarded when he lost his use, thrown off a cliff and left for death. Clinging to life, somehow, he was saved by a small group of travelling clerics, awaking in their church, bandaged and healed up. His wounds healed overtime, save for the branding which was done in the middle of his back.

After that, he went on a journey of vengeance, planning to burn down his former town. Which usually lead to him getting lost and turned around as he didn't know much of where it was since he never left it before so.

Eventually he ends up going to court, alongside a few others for random and petty crimes, and talked not only his own, but everyone else out of going to jail.

Over the year he's known them all, he's gone from edgy and murderous to a dumbass who casts ray of sickness when he can. Oh also he went from skin and bones to a borb so there's that.

Curtis!

Angry, grump raccoon, former orc(pig orc cause we love them more) cursed into racc. Now he's on a quest to undo it all! Time paladin with the hopes he can rewind himself if he gets strong enough.

But wait, there's more!!!

Esper, Kobold Bard, Former pet looking for his family.

So, his egg was bough by a rich family as a gift for their kid, and was raised in a decent situation. Him and the kid are buds, despite the. Power balance of master and pet. Kid grew up and went "hey, do you want to be free? find your clutch, even?" and esper went "yeah sounds neat!" so yeah. Never really got to play him past a few sessions..

Grizz, Ursine Artificer, Trying to find a way home.

A wanderer who found himself in a world not quite like his own, left with questions on how or rather IF he can even get home. Currently making a device to blast a hole into the fabric of reality to see if that works or not, regardless of the cost.

Silver, Tabaxi Barbarian!

Not much with him, he was kinda made for a dungeon crawl but he was hot so I want to give him a proper background besides idiot who left town to go on adventures.

Bahmet, Dragonborn Rogue, went on an adventure as a young adult and realized OOPS IT ISN'T FUN.

In the campaign he was in (like most of these, the DM either abandoned them part way or they died/off screened left), he became a highway bandit after years of hardships from trying to be an adventurer. He was in a terrible state when he tried to mug a sea captain but was later taken in, be it out of pity or genuine interest he doesn't know. This happened to him like a decade after he left his cozy village.

Bahmet had a loving family who was supportive of him going off on adventures and he just ended up sucking at it really bad!!! The captain taught him how to NOT suck and, another decade later became the ship's boatswain. He now writes letters to his parents and several siblings about how his adventures are going and how he misses them...

THERE, the lore on almost every DnD character I've had. The other 2 I've played were never fleshed out so they're just, a half orc, and dragonborn ranger. Kinda wish I had but, the games they were in were dropped by the DM pretty fast, alas. I had a tabaxi sorcelock prepped incase of emergency but never needed to pop him out.

I REALLY love making new characters, and sometimes even end up making them based on songs. Shriek, for example, is based upon the mind electric! He was a stable, happy lad until he was subjected to abuse after being delivered and carried away.

Grizz is, tbh, based on Mr. Grizz in a lot of ways.

Curtis honestly came to me by accident cause I wanted to play a furry in a campaign but didn't want to be weird even if it was with other furries. He was originally a HUMAN turned tanuki!

Esper and Bahmet were both just, I wanted to be a funny lizard man planning classes that do NOT compliment them AT ALL.

And Silver was just made over a week when Shriek died in a previous campaign (from the same DM who had a tendency to drop campaigns partway through...)

Not sure if I went on for a little too long but, yeah! That's all my boys that really matter tbh. Love em all pretty equally and hope to give them all a chance in the spotlight someday.

[somanywords]

15 questions tag

Thank you so much for the tags, @ohhsodebonair @tessabennet @buckrogers @booksandabeer and @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place!! It's been super fun seeing everyone's answers go around :)

Are you named after anyone? >>> No. My dad picked out all of my siblings and my names because he liked the sound of them. But our middle names are all music pieces!

When was the last time you cried? >>> Hmm...I can't remember, which is a nice thing, but it was within the last few months--I cry when I'm angry, when I hear a particularly good song, when I've had a rough day and someone's nice to me...

Do you have kids? >>> Nope! But I am the oldest of four sisters so...

What sports do you play/have you played? >>> I was not put in any sports as a young child, due mostly, I think, to my parents wishing to keep me away from competitiveness and the concept of "winning" so my talents are limited to a backyard game of baseball or football.

Do you use sarcasm? >>> As a defense mechanism :(

What’s the first thing you notice about people? >>> I think how genuine they are in the moment. Are the self conscious? Nervous? Or having fun and being themselves?

What’s your eye color? >>> Dark brown.

Scary movies or comedies? >>> I never want to spend a nice movie night scared, so comedies!

Any talents? >>> This is badly phrased question, in my opinion. But I guess I'm good at picking out melodies and harmonies, I'm good at seeing a craft and learning how to do it myself, and leading really productive and quick grocery runs.

Where were you born? >>> On the East Coast of the USA

What are your hobbies? >>> Reading, writing, drawing, musical theatre, dancing, singing, gardening 🌳

Do you have any pets? >>> My little sister (number 3) has two guinea pigs!

How tall are you? >>> 5'4"

Favorite subject in school? >>> Fun fact: I was homeschooled :D

Dream job? >>> If all my financial needs were taken care of magically, I would be a writer. That being said right now I work on landscape jobs in the great outdoors, getting paid to exercise, with short hours for pretty good pay. It's not so bad ;)

I know I'm on the tail end of this one, so if I tag you and you've already done it, please tag me in the comments so I can see! And also if you're not comfortable sharing, no worries. <3

@dharmasharks @piedoesnotequalpi @blurglesmurfklaine @turtle-steverogers @smfstump @hipsterdiva @xoxobuckybarnes @solittles @greyhavensking @into-a-ship-or-2 @allofthebeanz and anyone else 🌈

[dinogoose]

i believe there is happiness

The truck rolls to a stop, a beautiful pumpkin farm coming into view. It’s been decorated appropriately to fit the season.

Buck twists around in his chair to peek at his favorite boy. Said boy is vibrating in his seat, smiling so wide Buck’s own jaw hurts.

“Are you excited buddy?” He asks, pretty sure he already knows the answer, Christopher just beams even brighter.

(or, the buckley-diaz family goes to a pumpkin patch. then, of course, they love each other)

The truck rolls to a stop, a beautiful pumpkin farm coming into view. It’s been decorated appropriately to fit the season.

Buck twists around in his chair to peek at his favorite boy. Said boy is vibrating in his seat, smiling so wide Buck’s own jaw hurts.

“Are you excited buddy?” He asks, pretty sure he already knows the answer, Christopher just beams even brighter.

“Yeah! I’m gonna get the biggest p-pumpkin ever!” He announces, causing Buck and Eddie to share a fond look. Eddie turns back to face Chris.

“Alright, how about you and Buck start heading over, while I buy our tickets.” The young boy nods frantically, clicking himself out of his seatbelt. Eddie just chuckles, shaking his head slightly, before getting out of the car. Buck watches him walk towards the front entrance.

“Bucky, Come on!” Chris shouts, causing Buck to get a move on, never wanting to disappoint the kid.

They both get out of the car, Buck handing him his crutches, before they make their way down the path.

Eddie was going to the welcome center. He had volunteered to buy their tickets alone, so Buck and Chris wouldn’t have to be bored standing in line.

“What do you want to do first Superman?” Buck asks, as they approach the main gate.

The crowds are bustling, moderately busy for a Saturday afternoon. Buck watches families picking out pumpkins, parents sharing fond looks, taking photos of their kids.

He wonders if he and Eddie are like that. Two fathers taking their son out for a fun day. Partners, husband. A family.

“Hmm…” He looks around, taking in his surroundings, until something pops out to him. “The petting zoo!” He’s pointing towards a group of kids currently petting a goat. Buck grins.

When he had picked out this place weeks prior, he saw that they offered this, and knew Chris would love it.

“You read my mind.” Buck tells him, Chris just tugs at his sleeve, urging him to move quicker. They approach the animals, Chris of course making a beeline for the Chickens.

“I want a chicken so bad! Do you think dad would let us have one?” He asks, spinning his head around to look at Buck. Buck’s heart briefly gets caught on the word us.

“Sorry bud, no amount of begging is going to have your dad buying you a chicken.” Chris huffs annoyed, but happily turns back to the clucking animals.

“Did you know roosters can make a certain noise that will alert all the other chickens to hide. It’s called a hawk alert.” Buck says, every fact he’s ever learned about chickens ping-ponging in his brain.

“Cool.” Chris says genuinely. He’s mesmerized by the chickens and Buck can’t help but take out his phone to snap a picture.

A presence Buck is very familiar with, comes up behind him, looking over his shoulder at his phone.

“God, he’s growing up too fast.” Eddie’s breath tickles Buck’s cheek, and he suppresses a shiver.

“Yes he is. He’s going to be in highschool soon.” The older man shoves him, playfully. Buck glares at him, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“Don’t even say that! He’s my baby forever.” Buck laughs, just shaking his head.

Chris, not even bothered by either of them, moves onto the pigs. Buck and Eddie just watch him from a distance, knowing he’s completely capable on his own.

The cool breeze whips across Buck’s face, burning his skin. A big part of him wishes the flannel he had chosen to wear was thicker.

He shoves his hands into his jeans, hoping to warm himself up.

California doesn’t get that chilly, especially during the fall, but Buck has always ran cold. So, now with the breeze, Buck feels like he’s getting hypothermia.

His teeth chatter audibly, making Eddie chuckle.

“You are such a baby. Here, take this, even Chris handles the weather better than you.” As Eddie is saying this to him, he’s taking off his jacket and handing it to Buck.

Holy shit.

This move reveals his maroon Henley (Buck’s personal favorite) in all its glory. Buck has to bite his cheek to stop himself from declaring his love. Or asking for his hand in marriage.

“Oh- Uh- Thanks man.” He hopes throwing ‘man’ onto his sentence makes his hopeless love less apparent.

From the way Eddie’s eyes crinkle he isn’t sure it worked.

The jacket fits really well.

Buck may be taller, his legs weirdly long, but Eddie’s upper body is seriously built. His torso was literally hand crafted by god himself, and Buck isn’t even religious. He has found himself on multiple occasions drooling over it.

Eddie gives him an appreciative once-over, his eyes making Buck’s whole body heat up, no longer cold.

“Da-ad! I’m starving to death. I need a caramel apple.” Chris complains, dramatically clutching his stomach. Both men bite down on their smiles.

“Is that really food?” Eddie asks, eyebrows raised. Buck and Chris share a look.

“Eds, come on, caramel is a main food group.” He throws a look towards Chris, who is nodding enthusiastically. “Plus, who got an ‘A’ on his unit test this week?” Eddie rolls his eyes, and Buck’s got him right where he wants him.

“Fine.” He leans in close to Buck, “You have to deal with the sugar crash.” Buck barks out a laugh, extending out his pinky.

“Promise.” Eddie links his pinky to his. Buck can feel his heart clawing out of his chest.

Maybe he can have this. This family can be his. Eddie could be his.

They make their way to the booths, scents of cinnamon, apples, and toffee infesting the air. Buck closes his eyes, breathing in deeply.

Growing up- before Maddie took off -she would take Buck to their hometown’s pumpkin patch. It was a small, family owned farm, and the thought of it still brings Buck peace.

They would spend hours there, exploring, laughing, living. The older woman who ran the place would cook them a meal, and it was one of the few times Buck felt seen during his childhood.

He wants to share those happy memories with Eddie and Chris. Give them all the best parts of himself.

“Are you okay?” Eddie whispers. They’re in line at the candy apple booth, and Chris has made friends with the boy in front of them. Which is no surprise, everyone would want to be friends with the coolest kid ever.

“Yeah.” He takes a deep breath, “This is really nice.” The words leave his mouth inadvertently. A confession, far too truthful. Eddie steps closer, brushing their shoulders together.

“It is.”

They stare at one another. Eyes never wavering.

Buck loves this man. Has been loving him since he tried to claw through mud to reach him. Loves him for all his good, and all his bad. Eddie’s flaws just fuel the fire that is Buck’s love, never diminishing it.

Buck is pretty sure he would die happy even if he never got to be with Eddie, because even just existing in the same space is enough. Eddie being his best friend is enough.

“What should we carve into our pumpkin?” Chris asks, approaching the massive amount of pumpkins. Despite the swarm of people, there’s still plenty of pickings. Buck begins eyeing around, wanting the perfect one.

“We could just go classic. Triangle eyes, creepy uneven smile?” Eddie suggests.

“That’s boring dad.” Is the pre-teens response. Buck snorts.

“Yeah dad, that’s boring.” The blonde teases, scrunching his nose at Eddie. The brunette retaliates by flicking him in the nose.

“Neither of you understand the beauty of simplicity.” Eddie scoffs, turning his head up. The deadpan look Chris sends Eddie nearly makes Buck fall on his ass out of pure delight.

God, no one was funnier than this kid.

After about twenty minutes of searching, they find it.

The ugliest pumpkin Buck has ever seen.

It’s misshapen, discolored, and huge. Buck is pretty sure it’s a ‘lunch lady’ pumpkin (Which feels rude, are we saying all lunch ladies are ugly?) Buck isn’t even sure they can carve it, and he tells Chris as much.

The boy stands in front of him, seemingly deep in thought.

“This is the one.” Chris announces after a few moments. Buck gazes at him, and Christopher’s head bobs up and down, signaling for Buck to get it.

“Roger that. You’re the boss.” He crouches down, dead-lifting the pumpkin. It weighs more than Buck thought, and he struggles just for a moment, before he lifts the monstrous fruit, standing.

“Oh my god.” Clearly Eddie has now seen the giant squash Buck is holding. Buck bites down on his lips to keep from cackling.

“This is our pumpkin Eds. Say hi.” The look Eddie gives him just about causes Buck to drop the pumpkin on his feet. He tightens his grip.

“Do you like it dad?” Chris has the most mischievous grin Buck has ever seen.

“...I love it.” The words sound painful coming from Eddie’s mouth, and Chris just grins wider. His smile quickly turns into a yawn.

“I think it’s time to call it a day, mijo.” Chris makes a displeased noise, ready to argue.

“I’m not even,” He yawns again. “Tired.” He rubs at his eyes, making him appear younger. Eddie gives him a soft smile, one reserved for his son.

“How about we just head home, if you’re still not tired, you don’t have to sleep.” Chris slides his eyes between his dad and Buck, contemplating, before giving in.

“I’m going to go buy this, I'll meet you at the car.” Then Buck takes off, not even letting Eddie argue over who’s paying.

Keeping a sturdy grip on the pumpkin he approaches the front booth, the sign above it stating the different prices for all the pumpkins.

“Hi, I’d like to buy this gorgeous gourd.” He tells the woman manning the booth, flashing her his teeth.

“Of course!" She peeks at his pumpkin. "For one of that size, it’s going to be twenty dollars.” He fishes out his wallet, grabbing a wrinkled bill.

As he hands her the money, he surveys the parking lot for Eddie and Chris.

They already made it back to the car, Eddie watching Chris get into his truck. Eddie then looks behind him, his eyes finding Buck’s. Eddie waves at him.

“Wow, you and your husband are so cute!” The woman exclaims, clearly having watched their exchange. Buck is flustered, but not surprised. A lot of people assume they are married, and who is Buck to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Thank you.” He says sincerely. Him and Eddie are cute. As a grown man, he isn’t afraid to admit that.

“Have a good day!”

Once he makes it back to Eddie’s truck, said man is in the passenger seat, a smug smirk playing his lips. Of course he’s going to make Buck drive. At this point he’s Eddie’s personal chauffeur. (Buck complains, secretly however, he loves it)

Both of the Diaz’ boys fall asleep on the drive home, snuffling in similar ways, making Buck’s heart warm.

He drives carefully. Avoiding potholes, never going too fast, truly doing his best as to not wake either of them.

He pulls into Eddie’s driveway.

“Eddie.” He sets his hand on Eddie’s arm. “Eds.” He strokes up and down until Eddie’s eyes peel open.

“Ugh.” Buck chuckles, getting out of the car to grab Chris.

Opening the door, he’s greeted by the sleeping child. The rise and fall of his chest, his glasses slowly falling from his face. Buck unclips him from his seat, then grabs him, tucking him against his chest.

Eddie is at the door, tired hands fumbling with his keys. The door unlocks, Eddie pushing it open, then stepping to the side.

Buck carries Chris all the way to his room.

He wakes him up just enough to do his night routine. Once finished the boy nearly faceplants into his bed.

“G’night Bucky. I love you.” It’s mumbled into the pillow but Buck still hears it.

“I love you too, Superman. Goodnight.” Buck feels moisture in his eyes, which he desperately pushes down. He switches off Chris’s light and shuts his door.

Eddie is waiting in the hall for him, more awake than he was just minutes ago.

“He’s asleep. See I knew the sugar crash wouldn’t be mmff-”

Eddie has pushed Buck against the wall of his own hallway, slotting his lips against his own. It’s a little desperate and messy, and Buck loves it. He chases Eddie’s mouth with his own, reveling in the soft gasp the older man releases.

Buck licks the seam of Eddie’s mouth, asking for permission that is granted when Eddie parts his lips. He licks into his mouth, adoring the taste of this man. He tastes like the apple cider they shared earlier.

Eddie groans, somewhere deep from the back of his throat, and Buck does his best to quiet him with his mouth.

“Shh. Let’s go to your room.” Buck whispers into his skin. Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, and Buck rolls his eyes.

“To talk.” The eyebrows reach even higher.

“And maybe kiss, shut up.” Eddie giggles against him before pushing back. He takes Buck’s hand tugging him down the hall, into his room.

They stand in his room just taking the other in.

Eddie is the most beautiful person Buck has ever seen. Not handsome, or rugged, or hot (Although he is all those things as well). He’s beautiful. The curve of his jaw, the slope of his nose, his root-beer eyes Buck wants to drown in.

He’s gorgeous.

Buck wants to touch him, and now he can. He steps into Eddie’s space.

He holds Eddie’s face in his hands, delicately, as if he was something to be cherished, and he is. Buck wants to keep him safe forever. Protect him from the world that constantly tries to wreck him.

His thumbs brushes the mole under Eddie’s eye, before he leans forward to kiss it.

Eddie’s face wrinkles under his lips, but Buck doesn’t let that stop him, instead smoothing them out with the pads of his hands.

Then, he’s kissing each of Eddie’s cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his jaw, chin, and finally, finally, his lips.

Just a soft press, nothing more, Buck reverently repeating the tender action again and again.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asks, a little breathless. Buck is thrilled he did that to Eddie.

“You’re beautiful.” Stunning, heavenly, an angel gracing Buck’s life.

Eddie’s face scrunches up, disbelieving. Buck wants to chase every insecurity he has away.

“I think I’m in love with you.” Eddie admits, after a few moments of silence. He won’t meet Buck’s eyes anymore.

“I know I’m in love with you.” Buck confesses. Eddie’s eyes snap back to him, looking in complete awe.

“Why?”

“You’re my best friend.” Buck says simply, because that’s truly all there is to it.

“Okay.” He smiles. “I’m in love with you.”

He gets to have this. He gets to have his family.

“Since you love me, will you deal with that awful pumpkin?” Buck laughs pulling Eddie to him, bringing them chest to chest.

“Sorry, ugly pumpkins are the price of my love.”

He knows what the secret to happiness is now. It’s the man in his arms.

(wow. sorry for writing such a sappy fic. I’m just kidding I’m not sorry)

[scribblestatic]

Location: Inside a cute little pig cafe in late winter, a few days before high school application tryouts.

Time: 4pm

Occupants: Several civilians, a deflated All Might, Midoriya Izuku, and Sasaki Mirai, better known as Sir Nighteye.

The pigs chew aimlessly as they cuddle around the three people in the cafe. Izuku cooing at the one in his lap, petting its cheeks and as he actively melts at its cuteness. While Yagi tries to look more casual than he feels, Sir Nighteye doesn't hide his evaluating gaze, even as he calmly pets a very satisfied piglet.

At the start, they talk a bit stiffly, but amicably. Izuku has a very disarming disposition toward those who first meet him, after all. And he's genuinely quite nice to those he feels are worthy of being nice to. Sir Nighteye is clearly one of these people, as Izuku even attempted to make him laugh.

"Have you ever thought of changing your name to Sir Knighteye? Or maybe, you could wear chainmail under your suit."

Sasaki thought of it for a moment, then he hummed. That was about as amused as the man would express.

Of course, this lighthearted mood slowly wanes as Izuku and Sir Nighteye keep talking. Izuku's voice remained kind and lighthearted, but the pro hero's own demeanor slowly became more clipped and, perhaps, even irritated. He was just a touch away from looking into the boy's future, and yet, it seemed that, despite how quiet and hush Sir Nighteye kept his quirk, Izuku was aware of it already.

Yagi should've known.

Izuku knows exactly why they're there.

If Nighteye touches him, he will see the boy's future. And the pro hero strongly believes that whatever future he sees cannot be changed. Yagi has a similar belief, having seen the 100% accuracy with which his quirk worked.

Yagi Toshinori had caved while considering if he should give the boy his quirk, eventually talking with the former sidekick and thinly sewing their relationship back together with fraying string. While they still had strong differences in opinion, they both agreed that his quirk would be best in capable, trustworthy hands.

And the longer Izuku avoids all contact with the pro, the less trust Nighteye has in him.

Finally, after hugging the piglet on his lap, he sighs.

Then, when his eyes open, they're suddenly intensely focused on the two men on the other side of the table. His smile is slightly wobbly but doing nothing to alleviate the pressure of his gaze. The pig in his lap seems non the wiser, oinking calmly as his hands keep giving it the attention it desires.

"...I can understand why you asked for Nighteye, Yagi-sensei, but I wish you'd just told me outright."

Yagi sighs, deciding not to parse how Nighteye's gaze sharpened and focused on him at the use of his real name.

"You're right."

"But I understand why. Perhaps you didn't want to hurt my feelings by saying you doubted me? After all, you said I could be a hero. But, I suppose you didn't mean it."

When Izuku smiles, there's a tinge of pain to it, enough that Yagi feels regret.

"No, young Midoriya. I really did mean it when I said you could. And I still do. At the same time, this situation is a bit delicate."

"...Why would me being able to become a hero be a delicate situation?"

Ah, there it is. That dangerously on-point curiosity.

Nighteye huffs beside him.

"The only reason we'd expand on why that'd be delicate is if you're open and honest with us first."

"I mean, couldn't I become a hero as I am now?"

"No."

Izuku blinks, and Yagi cringes slightly. While Nighteye was open to speaking with him after such a heinous separation, of course, they still have their differences. Yagi would've liked to be much more considerate with letting the boy down. But Nighteye has always been quite straightforward, even to the point of occasionally being rude.

Given, Izuku wasn't a particularly delicate boy. But even so, he didn't make a habit of crushing people's dreams. His angle toward his job was based on building and sustaining them. And Nighteye's angle was toward stark realism.

"As you are now, you cannot be a hero."

The boy stares at him for a good moment. Then he looks down. He doesn't seem particularly disappointed...perhaps he's heard that answer before.

"Is it because of my personality? My lack of strength? Or maybe, because I'm quirkless?"

"I know nothing of your personality or strength. However, I don't see how a quirkless person would be able to enter the world of heroics. Simply put, quirks are becoming stronger, and a person who cannot keep up would only be a hinderance on the field. So, I've been quite clear with All Might that you aren't acceptable, whether we meet or not."

"Oi--" Yagi began.

"Ah, as I thought, then."

Both men looked at Izuku, who smiled brightly.

"All Might's quirk is transferable after all."

Although Yagi freezes, Nighteye stays in the same stiff yet casual position he's been in from the start. With a little blush on his face, Izuku proceeds to explain himself.

"Uhm...I'll explain because it's you, Yagi-sensei. See, from the start, I knew Yagi-sensei was telling me the truth with his first answer. You didn't think I could be a hero because I was quirkless. You said that much. But for some reason, after I saved Kacchan, you changed your mind and said that I could become a hero. However, nothing about me had changed. I was still the same person who asked you that question just a few minutes prior.

So, what did change? Something in how you saw me, I suppose. Seeing me act to save Kacchan was what motivated you to change your mind. But if I'm still quirkless, then how could your view of my personality changing make me more likely to become a hero. That's when I began to think that, considering your declining health, how your ability to stay in your muscular form decreases each time you strain yourself excessively, and how you lay low as much as possible otherwise, you're probably trying to preserve yourself. Except, you constantly strain yourself too much, to the point you would've grown weaker if I didn't start feeding you."

Nighteye stops petting his piglet, stiffening.

"So, if you're not trying to preserve your health, what are you trying to preserve? Your ability to help others? Well, that declines with your health, doesn't it? But if that was the case, you'd take better care of yourself, but you don't."

As Izuku continues, the softness in his smile fades, replaced by something much more...detached. Darker. Perhaps even irritated.

The piglet squirms, and Izuku lets it go without protest. He starts playing with his fork instead, needing to do something with his hands.

"You keep running yourself ragged each day, so I had to do something. I had to start feeding you and measuring you to make sure you were eating right. And your health is finally improving, but the amount of time you use your quirk is still the same, because, perhaps, your health is only a part of the equation. So, what's the rest of it? Then, I realized that maybe it's related to your quirk. And we started strength training, which, on its own, would be useful for anyone. But why train so hard to improve my strength, going beyond what most people my age would do? I mean, it's not that I'm unhappy I can lift a refrigerator or two on my own, but for what purpose have I built up myself to this extent? Is it truly so I can save people while quirkless? But your core belief hasn't changed, even if your ideas about my personality have, and you changed my strength, too..."

Izuku looks up, his expression neutral, eyes seeming black.

"So, it had to be the quirk. A quirk you're working hard to preserve. Something that I, a quirkless person, can receive. So, my personality and strength are good for heroics, and you were prepared to give me the quirk. Then I'd be perfect. But then, you started to realize that my personality isn't what you thought. You realized I'm not normal. I told you that I'm not normal. But you didn't want to give up on me. So, meeting with Nighteye here today...is your way of convincing yourself one way or the other, isn't it? To see if I'm worthy of your quirk?"

The piglet that had squirmed out of his hold returned after using a pee pad in the corner of the room. It snuggled itself back on his lap, and, despite the somewhat hostile energy Izuku gave off, none of the animals in the room noticed it. Only by looking at his face could one tell.

Izuku was rather unhappy.

Yagi wasn't quite sure what to say. He wasn't afraid of the boy, not really. His affection was incredibly heavy, and he's sure the boy doesn't go through strictly legal means to get the information he has, but he's still just a boy. No villain, no terrifying entity.

And yet.

He feels incredibly uncomfortable, seeing that look on the boy's face. It reminds him so much of someone he doesn't want to remember. His stomach cramps.

"...That is the case, yes," Yagi admits.

And Nighteye finds himself wishing, quite adamantly, that he had simply used his quirk on All Might instead of waiting to meet the boy. Perhaps he could've foreseen this current predicament, because it was indeed one.

A civilian boy had gathered the details needed to cause an all-out war in the underground world. One who, even by All Might's perception, was strange and somewhat unhinged. Whatever glimmers of light and hope he saw in the boy, Nighteye hasn't seen it once during their interactions. And now, he was outright angry at the pro hero, all while holding information he could use to blackmail him.

Moreover, feeding All Might? Calling him by his civilian surname? He had the audacity to do these things despite not even being a high schooler?

There was only so much a hero could do legally to silence someone. In cases involving a minor, it would be even more difficult. All Might really wasn't nearly as careful as he should've been, and now...

As Izuku looks down upon hearing Yagi's answer, Nighteye shoots him a look.

While silencing someone legally has its complications, if they started acting now, they could work something out.

It's very good he called for Nighteye's help. Even without touching him and seeing his future, he had a good idea of what kind of person he'd become with All Might's quirk.

It absolutely couldn't fall into his hands.

"Yagi-sensei...this is..."

Izuku looks up at them, and the men appear as though they weren't trying to telepathically tell each other something.

The boy's face has gone entirely dark, eyes peering up at Yagi with what they could very, very clearly define as anger. He is trembling with rage, to the point he has to politely put the pig on his lap off to the side. It squeals in protest, but Izuku sits up on his knees, putting his hands on the table.

"Incredibly unsafe. What are you thinking?"

Yagi and Nighteye blink.

Izuku scoots closer, looking outright malevolent, like a ghost haunting someone from a crack in their doorway. The whites of his eyes looked entirely too bright for the rest of his face.

"Why on earth would you try to pick up a random weirdo like me to take on your quirk, Yagi-sensei? You didn't even need to call Sir Nighteye here, I could've told you from the start that I'm not worthy of it."

"...Young Midoriya?"

"Imagine if I was someone who didn't love you nearly as much as I actually do. Just think of the terrible things I could've done with this information! I feel like the conclusions I've come to are obvious, so if someone much more sinister and unloving than me caught your eye, what would you have done? They could've started spreading information about you all over the place, and I'm sure silencing someone legally, especially a minor, is more difficult than it's worth. Then, think about your reputation! If they talked about being silenced, or even implied it, the media would eat it up, looking for every nook, cranny, and flaw they can find in you!"

And Izuku, enraged, proceeds to tell Yagi all of the different ways their meeting and interactions could've gone wrong. Being so vulnerable around a person like Izuku--what was he thinking?!

And Nighteye's perception of the boy shifts. Not toward any further approval of him getting All Might's quirk, no.

But he's absolutely sure that this boy is, indeed, batshit insane.

It takes him some calming down, but eventually, Izuku's expression is no longer shifting into something horror related. Instead, he's huffing, face red from exertion with how much he scolded Yagi, cheeks puffed out. He has to drink some of his water to cool down, he got so worked up.

Nighteye looks at Yagi and sees that worried but fond smile on his face.

...Gods.

He's going to give it to him, isn't he.

He's going to give this absolute maniac of a child his quirk and unleash hell upon everyone else.

He would've rather not been present for the realization that this was going to happen. He really should've just looked at All Might...but he also didn't want to see his gruesome death again, so it was really a lose-lose situation for him. There was no winning today.

"Speaking of which, why bring Sir Nighteye here to see my future?" Izuku asks, casually displaying knowledge he really shouldn't have. "Is it to tell if I'll become a horrendous villain or a good hero?"

"...That was the idea," Yagi sighs, clearly giving up.

"How exactly do you know my quirk is related to seeing the future. As I recall, I don't talk about myself or my abilities openly," Nighteye cuts in.

"Oh, I was just guessing."

Yagi actually startles at that, surprised.

"...Quite the good guess, then."

[alazyparallelworld]

wish's personality is so prominent. when irritated, he does not 'growl' - he snorts. like a pig. you can pick him up, cradle him like a baby, and then go to town petting his tummy - and there is the softest snort. like a child going 'mommmm, stoppppp' re: a hug.

he is SO patient. wish is OK with mild irritation and he does not growl. his snorts just get louder. as in, 'oi! did you not hear me?' - the only times he's growled at me is when i needed to hold him still when he's panicked.

in particular - he was VERY socialized as a kitten. wish is so chill with people and animals, he doesn't! react to pet birds! SO smart - he gets the idea of what a 'pet' is, he gets the difference between a neighbor's bird vs a bird outside. dogs, too, and other cats...

BUT - circling back to growling/fear - when the fiber line was installed, that involved, like. drilling and machinery. it scared the shit out of him. now every time he meets a stranger, he assumes it's the Scary Man with a Loud Noise - when it's an important person, that he cannot hide from, i have to hold him. Again. like baby. pet him, reassure him, despite all the growling - and when the person approaches and he finally sniffs the person he's like Ohhhh okay. INSTANT relaxing

so, soooo friendly. he's so affectionate w/ everyone he meets, once he gets over the two-minute EXTREME FEAR - he goes up, sits, and is like. HEY. PET ME. CODDLE ME. pay attention to me!!! he ADORES my caregiver, follows her arnd, and flops arnd dramatically when he wants her to play w him. whenever the routine is broken, she doesn't come on [x] day, she's late, she leaves early, he gets upset... >:( ... he misses her

and he can be sassy. when he wants to lie down on a desk, and there is smth - ANYTHING - on it, in his way. goodbye! to the ground! and he lolls his head out, with a cattish smile. and if you put the item back up? PIG SNORT. knocks it over again, back to smiling.

god, HE'S SO. HE HAS SUCH A CHARACTER. just now i got up to check on food - and when i turned back to bed, he moved his head arnd, pressing it into the blanket - which is his way of saying, 'pet my ears! pet my forehead!! my chin!! give me!!' and he closes his eyes =w= afterwards.

i looove him... my funky, sweet cat... so smart, so personable, such a BASTARD. but he's genuinely so sweet and very often funny.

ALSO. YOU CAN TOUCH HIS BEANS! you can literally just, press them. squish the peets. and even separate the toes and tickle the webbing! when he goes into 'snort,' and, 'i've had enough,' he takes his leg back and curls in his toes. BUT. you can hold it, then play w/ his leg, like he's a doll... and he will unsheathe his claws... and he doesn't scratch. pretend threat. i think he likes it, lol, smth underneath his claws - he pretend-bites too, grabs onto an arm or whatever.. and just. he doesn't even put his fangs down. he's JOKING. never, ever, has he bit me - and he's only scratched me on accident, from being startled.

and he knows not to shred. he gets 'blood,' and he knows that it's bad - if you show him that you're bleeding from him being spooked mid-cuddle and he runs out w his claws, he gets D: and it's 50/50 if he's VERY CLINGY I'M SORRY or I'M SORRY IM GOING INTO MY SHAME CUBE.

Sorry im just cooing abt how cool and awesome my cat is.

the most patient. the most baby. the most BASTARD, while never actually like - damaging, things. when he destroys things [knocking over electronic toys >_>, and he used to shove off soda cans... at some point he learned Oh No, That's not Good, and he's more mindful abt them... still doesn't COMPLETELY care, tho, there's an invisible line of What is acceptable. ] ... plus when he's in 'bastard' mode, that usually means smth is wrong. "i can't find my toy!" "i'm hungry!!" "hey, the water thing fucked up!" or. "PLAY WITH ME!!!!!!"

[jasontoddsguns]

I lived on a hobby farm as a kid, and I hated it. The cows in particular, which were Scottish Highland cattle (the fuzzy ones), could smell fear and thought it was fun to charge me (and just me. So of course my siblings thought it was funny to make me feed them). But the geese, who admittedly would bite and chase everyone else, loved me. God, they were just the sweetest things when they liked you. They had the softest necks, and would cuddle up against you and make this sort of rumbling honk not unlike a purr when happy. There was one, when she was nesting, that would just cuddle for hours, laying her head on my lap, making happy noises even if I wasn't petting her because she loved my company so much. Such a good baby. And the gosling were so much smarter and sweeter then the baby chicks. Seriously, geese are extremely smart, and when compared to a chicken, they are down right geniuses (seriously, chickens are So Dumb). Them and the rabbits were the only good things about living on a farm lol.

Anyways, the geese weren't really allowed out of their pens often because geese wing are strong enough to break bones, and they did not like people aside from me, but when they were? No one could bother me, it was fantastic. They would drive the bull off from charging me even, geese fear no one. I think they would throw down with God if given a chance lmao. The rest of my family? If they even looked at me, the geese were willing to end their careers. Mean rooster? Suddenly had things to do on the other side of the farm. The geese were chill with the bunnies and the pigs, though, I guess since I liked them. Moral of the story here being geese are extremely loyal and will fight anything that moves. I love them so much ♡♡♡

This is genuinely super heartwarming and shockingly cute. I now really wanna cuddle a goose. I never though the words “rumbling honk” would be so appealing to me. I genuinely wish you the best anon, especially after sharing this gem with me.

[i-need-air]

Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.

Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.

Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]

Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!

Part 1 here!

× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]

× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you

× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane

× is also a grandpa

× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading

× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house

× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored

× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?

× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol

× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"

× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway

× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job

× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?

× well, even before this he started to be... soft

× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man

× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere

× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here

× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too

× sike bitch he knows

× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*

× i think he knows before you know

× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too

× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]

× would get jealous easily

× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure

× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????

× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too

× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that

× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language

× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have

× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour

× the softest thank you ever afterwards

× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck

× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them

× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission

× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled

× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life

× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...

× just overall awful

× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms

× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them

× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms

× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders

× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates

× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something

× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s

× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off

× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled

× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze

× and you froze too

× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking

× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off

× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly

× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure

× and silence

× his hand still in yours

× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!

× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts

× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him

× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing

× "You're mine, you get it?"

× skdjflglykshs

× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye

× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too

× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck

× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you

× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it

× his eyes give him away all the time

× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:

× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟

× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks

× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you

× big time touch starved it hurts

× because he is shy

× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough

× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]

× although at home it's another deal

× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you

× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed

× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy

× while dragging you to bed

× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck

× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅

× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence

× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless

× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner

× pays very close attention to your body language

× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks

× wear his hoodies

× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now

× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you

× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it

× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect

× jealous but trusts you

× still very jealous though

× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing

× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable

× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off

× you notice immediately

× will not tell you at first

× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad

× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time

× now it's so different

× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time

× will hide his tears from you but you'd know

× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."

× neither of you slept that night

× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease

× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]

× back to being children of jesus here

× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be

× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.

Extra:

× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy

× so they did get adopted too

× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting

× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari

× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended

× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou

× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others

× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"

× silence

× shock and silence

× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear

× insert instantly snappy Bakugou

× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming

× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"

× "SHINE!"

[hualianff]

Hualesbians

Thinking about fem!Hualian.

XL hasn’t had much experience in getting her nails painted. But once she befriends–and eventually dates–HC, HC will often offer to paint her nails for her because “Jiejie deserves to have pretty nails- oh no, why are your cuticles so dry!?”

Afterward, donning beautiful shades of blue or purple, XL offers to paint HC’s nails in return. (👉🏼👈🏼 it’s…a learning process.)

***

When they first began dating, HC would ogle at XL’s muscles [respectfully], particularly her biceps and thighs. When XL noticed, she would then blush, sheepishly saying, “Oh, yeah, I like to work out a lot. Sorry if it’s a turn-off or too manly, haha…”

Meanwhile, HC’s just thinking about how XL could crush her skull with her thighs. HC does the most violent double-take in her life. TURN OFF? TOO MANLY-?

HC rushes forward to gather XL in her arms.

“I don’t know why you would think that, jiejie. If anyone said anything to you, tell me who, and I will kick the living shit out of them. Being strong isn’t a turn-off. It’s not manly either, the fuck,” HC murmurs into XL’s hair, which she comes to caress softly as an afterthought. “You are perfect the way you are.”

A few seconds later, XL smiles as she tightly hugs HC back. “Thank you, San Niang.” 😇

***

XL waving over the waiter (who she’s not aware is hitting on her) to politely yet directly say “Excuse me, my girlfriend asked for extra pickles” while HC glowers at the waiter from behind. Later, after they pay and stand up from the table, HC smugly towers over the waiter by mere centimeters as she walks out with an arm around XL’s waist.

HC’s height also helps her spot smol XL in a crowd, which is very necessary because XL moves from spot to spot like a fish in water. Whenever they meet up in public, HC automatically pulls XL into a bear hug, asking her about her day. Then, HC’s hand seeks out XL’s, snugly intertwining their fingers. If HC is feeling particularly cheeky, she’ll latch onto XL’s back as she walks around.

(“San Niang, we have stairs to walk up,” XL informs with fondness. HC rests her chin on XL’s head with a hum.

“I’ll stay close to make sure jiejie doesn’t trip.”)

***

Once, XL tells HC about a time a man at a random ass bar began mansplaining XL’s own job to her. HC’s laughter progressively turns into maniacal cackling as XL gets more worked up, genuinely confused as to why it happened. 

“I just wanted to talk about cars and maybe exchange some mechanic hacks,” XL complains, shaking her head in disappointment. HC snickers before reaching over to pet her girlfriend’s sweet head. “I kept repeating in my mind: just nod and smile until he miraculously stops so I can think up of an excuse to leave.”

“Jiejie is too nice to those undeserving pigs. You should’ve at least poured the drink the moron bought you,” HC muses as she twirls a silky strand of XL’s hair around her finger.

HC knows her girlfriend strives to maintain a calm composure. She has witnessed how witty and clever XL can be when unsolicited men open their dumb mouths. Hell, XL even slides passive-aggressive insults when she wants to stop being bothered. Meanwhile, HC will be off to the side having been ready to explode ten minutes ago. 

“Careful what you wish for, San Niang. One of these days, it just might happen,” XL murmurs jokingly. 

The next night, as a greasy-looking man whom XL has no intention of talking to hungrily eyes her from across the bar, XL frowns, sidling up closer to San Niang while unconsciously spitting out, “What the fuck are you looking at?”

HC’s eye widens in brief surprise before throwing her head back and letting out an obnoxious guffaw. XL immediately covers her mouth, in disbelief she said that out loud. The man’s expression turns stormy, clearly displeased with XL’s response. He doesn’t get a chance to approach, however, because HC leans over to shield XL from his view. The glare she sends at the man promises physical harm should he come near. 

(So much for adopting your partner’s cute habits.)

***

There comes a time when XL wants to cut her hair short–the shortest it’s ever been! Shorter than she’s ever been allowed to cut…when Hualian get ready in their bathroom for the day, XL nervously asks, “What if I look bad with short hair?” 🥺 

HC pauses doing her eyeliner, glancing at her girlfriend who stares skeptically at her reflection. With a click of her tongue, HC sways over to tuck a long lock behind XL’s ear, kissing her forehead.

“Nonsense. Jiejie could never look bad. Your hair isn’t what makes you beautiful. You simply are,” HC says resolutely. XL gifts HC a look of pure awe.

“Then- I want to cut it up past my shoulders!” XL exclaims, smiling brightly. HC warmly smiles back.

“Perfect. Jiejie should do what she wants. This lucky one will always support her.”

***

While XL has little to no pain during her periods, HC suffers a lot. She sweats and hurts all over, even getting nauseous at the thought of eating. XL never fails to spoil HC during her periods. XL regularly prepares heating pads to help with HC’s cramps, or dab a cool cloth against HC’s forehead.

XL will hand-feed HC and make sure she drinks enough water. Additionally, lots of chocolate and kisses and love are a must. HC isn’t used to being taken care of at first but eventually begins looking forward to being babied because no one had ever treated her so preciously. 

(Brainchild with @no-one-says-hi)

[stellarcat52]

Outsiders in Empires, a crossover of sorts.

A cast you may recognize from another story, survive dark days in the Empires of another world.

This is entirely written using the characters of the outsiders smp.

<Ao3 link>

Triggers: Blood/violence mentions. possession

Owen was littering the gardens with corpses. Monsters had been spawning more often recently and were not leaving his farms alone. He was the pride of the GIlded Helianthia’s knights, even if he was alone he’d take down the hordes with his arrows. At every sound in the grass or trees, he would turn and fire. His accuracy had never been questioned, and it never would be.

Owen turned and aimed at yet another target, but he froze. Golden tipped arrow, aimed at the heart.

“Woah!” Apo raised his hands in surrender. “It’s just me.”

Owen turned and aimed at another monster. “What are you doing here, Apo?” Another three arrows gone from his quiver. “I thought you were in Pixandria, with Red?”

“I can’t stop by to say hi to my friend?”

“At this time of night?” Owen looked to the sky to see how high or low the moon was, only to see it turning gray with the earliest light of morning. 

Apo had a knowing look in his eyes, “Have you been fighting monsters all night?” Owen scoffed. “Owen! You need to do more than train and fight!”

“I do!” Owen paused. “I work on the farms. And yes, I do sleep. But right now I can’t risk it.”

“There are other capable knights here, Owen. This is the most well defended empire west of Rivendell, and definitely the military capital of them all.” When Owen’s annoyed expression didn’t change, Apo sighed in defeat. “Red’s taken off again, some business deal in the Grimlands. I was going to visit Rasbi.”

“Well, tell Mezalia I say hello and send Rasbi my best wishes.”

“You could come with me?” Apo suggested, actually hopeful despite Owen’s personality.

“I would,” Owen groaned. “Captain won’t give me wings yet. He thinks the waves of monsters will go away if we fight them enough.”

“And the Empress hasn’t done anything?”

Owen glanced around. “Shall we get some breakfast?” His smile was quick and forced, but if Apo didn’t know better he’d think it was genuine. “I think we should go inside and get some breakfast.”

Apo followed Owen quickly into the house/training ground where Owen resided. His pet pig, Puddy, was still asleep in a pile of hay in the corner of the sand pit but he woke up as Owen closed the door.

“The Empress isn’t here, Apo. Even if she was, I don’t think she’d care. Last time she was here, she fought the hoards herself but I heard her laughing. She loves the fight, she’s not as thrilled to command troops. The Captain is more free reign than our herds.”

“She’s still dealing with the Cod/Salmon Religion Feud?” Apo reached down and pet Puddy’s head, the pig had walked up to him to say hello.

“It has been going on for centuries, but no. Apparently some tournament is happening in Mythland, and that’s what she’s out to do.”

“So there’s really no chance of you getting your wings if you leave right now?”

“It would need a miracle.” Owen admitted. “Getting any ruler’s attention would be enough.”

“Well… we do know a Princess.” 

“Rasbi’s sister hates me. Plus, I don’t want to be handed it as a gift, I do want to earn it, Apo. I just wish the captain wasn’t adding more requirements every time I get closer to finishing it.”

“Well.. defeating the thing that caused all of this would do that.” Apo smiled, knowing that Owen was finally ready to follow through with a plan. “Red got some information along the grapevine I thought was interesting. That tournament you mentioned? In Mythland? That’s being run by a god in order to make himself stronger. Those monsters? They’re minions of Exor.”

“Exor?”

“A god from Rivendell, brother to Aeor?” Apo asked as if that would ring any bells. “In a number of myths, he’s the reason a lot of monsters exist at all.”

“You know myths aren’t my strong suit, Apo!” Owen complained. “Why would I know that?”

“I am your best friend, you not knowing that means I haven’t been doing my job well enough.” 

Apo's smile grew as Owen sighed in defeat. “So maybe I don’t listen to all of your ramblings, I’ve been focused on training!”

“And now you should be focused on getting to Mythland and helping me get into the tournament.” 

“You’re not going to fight, are you?”

“No.” Apo struck Owen’s concern down. “You are, I just need to find whatever artifact Exor’s using to collect blood magic or whatever he’s doing and stop it.”

“I’ll do it. We can head out as soon as I grab some things.” Apo seemed confused by Owen’s enthusiasm for a moment, “If I win, or even get close to it, I might get the attention of someone.”

“You don’t want to win. I heard a rumor that… well…”

“What is it?”

“Supposedly Exor has his champion in the tournament, if you beat them… He might think Aeor is helping you? And then he’d kill you. Owen, I know you’re strong but you cannot fight a god.”

“I could try.”

“Owen!”

“Well, if I can beat this ‘champion’, why couldn’t I beat some ancient god who seems only capable of causing more undead hordes to show up? I kill hundreds of zombies every night and they burn to ash the moment the sun comes up!”

“He’s a god, Owen. You’re not.” Owen just scoffed and walked off to grab a bag. “What about the captain?”

“The captain can fight me.” Owen called out. The sounds of something heavy and metal falling to the ground followed quickly as a still armored up knight collapsed from exhaustion.

–

Days later, at the midpoint between the Gilded Helianthia and Mythland, Apo and Owen stepped into the arena. Krow of Mythland, royalty despite the lack of a title, was standing at the top watching competitors and spectators filter in. Owen picked out the Empress of his homeland brandishing golden armor and a pair of mechanical wings to match. 

A number of other rulers were there, mostly to watch. Rasbi and Princess were high in the stands, Rasbi waved while Princess barely glanced twice at Owen, and Apo by association. Owen might’ve let his gaze linger on the bandage on Princess’ eye before Apo dragged him away to properly sign up.

His armor and weapons were checked for illegal magic, as Owen went through a small interview before officially joining the competition.

“Name?” “Owen Keldor.”

“You are.. Aware this is a non-death tournament, correct?” “Of course.”

“Empire of Origin?” “Gilded Helianthia.”

“Any previous combat training?” “I am a graduated knight, trained on the road and in my empire.”

“Reason for entering the tournament?” “Friendly battle and competition.”

“Alright, you are signed up.” The person conducting the small interview shuffled the papers in his hand nervously.

Owen was sure that the second question wasn’t recorded or regulation. His name had a reputation and people expected him to wash his hands in blood. He didn’t, or he hadn’t in years, but it was still expected and feared. He walked back to Apo, trying to keep his cool as best he could by tying up his hair.

“You keep these, really sharp.” Apo commented, while holding a sheathed knife. “The person who checked them was amazed. Assumed you were some nobleman who had never touched combat before and that these were freshly purchased.” 

“Did you tell them who I was?”

“I had to, Owen.” The crowd was the only thing either heard for a moment. “Did you get checked in?”

“Yes.” Owen glanced up, surveying the people who would watch him fight. “Go join Rasbi in the stands.” He took his armor and weapons from Apo without another word, and disappeared into the crowd.

–

Round after round, battle after battle, Owen makes his way through the roster. Slowly his mind drifted away from the fear fueled comments as people started cheering at his wins. Each battle ended the same way, his enemy had a spear pointed at their throat or chest, and they surrender. Archers, swordsmen, combat mages, all surrender to his grace and power. 

The cheers made the fights blur together, he barely realized that his spear was pointed at his own empress until his name was announced as the winner.

“Owen Keldor, Victor of the Fifth annual Mythland Tournament.”

His mind cleared, to his relief his spear had no excess blood on it, although his armor was dented and scars and pain from potion healed wounds were scattered across his arms, legs, and neck. He was grinning when the head mage of Mythland lifted his hand up in victory.

Owen had thought Krow would have been the one to announce it, being it was the successor to the one who started the tradition. The head mage would still be an honor to anyone who hadn’t been tied down by the throat by magic users while his father was…

Unsure rage boiled through Owen as the mage held his arm up by the wrist. “Let go of me.” His voice was low, threatening, and it sounded like someone else.

Owen Keldor, do they fear that name as much as they should?

The mage dropped Owen’s hand and Owen started laughing, “That was wonderful, thank you for the fight, my empress.” Owen’s smile was genuine as he looked at the ruler of his empire walk away, wounded. Her wings were wilting just as her spirit should be. Thoughts of ripping the machines out of her back were dancing through Owen’s head but the golden haze wasn’t going to win that easily.

He paraded out of the arena without another care in the world. Apo had signed in as Owen’s assistant so he’d get the money, but then again that wasn’t why Owen joined the tournament.

”Looks like he failed after all, not like I expected him to be able to stop anything in the first place.” Owen said to himself. ”He was right about one thing, in a way. A champion was in the ranks of this silly little battle.”

[the-hopeless-haze]

Oh, My Precious Whore

A/N: didn’t really think I’d ever be posting fic on here again… but I am tired and need a distraction so… have this as a treat

Pairing: Claire Underwood x f!reader, implied Duncan Shepherd x f!reader

CW: derogatory pet names, implied smut (will not occur in full until the next part)

Description: idk this is just pure filth bc there’s a severe lack of f!reader fic and… Robin Wright is hot af. Also had to throw in some Duncan in there bc I love Cody Fern

Maybe you should feel worse right now about what you’re doing, but you don’t.

You, at the very least, should feel scared. The Underwoods, or well, Underwood... she was a powerful woman and if you stepped a millimeter out of place your life was likely in danger. Or so they said. Your in-laws were wary of her, you know, but she was wary of them, too. You think. She’s a difficult woman to read.

The rumors concerning the crimes her late husband supposedly committed are lengthy and convoluted, but you suspect they hold some truth to them. Most rumors usually aren’t based totally in fiction. Her husband was truly a ruthless motherfucker. Claire... Claire doesn’t seem to be ruthless. Nor does she seem to be what you would describe as a motherfucker.

No, she’s a cold hearted bitch. A bitter, sociopathic cunt.

But you never wanted what was good for you.

Sometimes, you swear you love Duncan and you wish it was easier to convince yourself. He a good husband, all things considered. Perhaps a little too focused on work, but... he treats you well to make up for it. He is loyal to a fault, if anyone ever was. You met him through a friend, and though it makes you feel guilty you used him in a vain attempt to get closer to Annette.

But Annette didn’t swing your way, as she told you in not so many words. Or, rather, she said, “Just be a good pet and marry my son. You on his arm will do well for everyone all around. Your dalliances on the side are no one’s business as long as you keep them secret enough that not even Duncan finds out.”

So you agreed, and accepted his proposal you figured she no doubt hounded him into. It’s not so much that you don’t like men, you do, and Duncan is such an attractive man, and he’s a thorough lover... it’s just you suppose you have a preference for women. Older women. You used to joke in high school that you wanted to be a high-end escort for rich older women getting away from their CEO husbands for the weekend.

But your parents would have never approved of that plan. So you went to law school instead. Which was fine. You make decent money without Duncan, but with him you’re somewhat of a young, hot power couple. You’re not really interested in policy the way his family is - you just like ingratiating yourself amongst these people with influence. You get off on brushing shoulders with the powerful. Parties don’t mean much to you. Everyone is truly an evil son of a bitch, no matter what they say when the cameras are on. No one cares about progress, not unless it’s self-serving.

The first time you met Claire, you thought you might die. She barely gave Duncan a second glance but you? She stood and chatted with you about your latest case your firm had taken - how she knew about it among all the other things on her mind, you don’t know - but it was a pleasant conversation, all things considered. You know her and Annette used to be close. You wonder how much Claire does know about you.

You know you can’t trust her. At all.

But after that incident, Duncan grinned and shook his head. “Wouldn’t want to give credence to those rumors. She might have it out for you.”

“Rumors?” You asked, panicking already. Did he know?

“That Claire is a lesbian. It’s been floating around some circles, that that’s why she wasn’t truly upset at her husband’s death, that that’s why she’s pushing so hard for female rights. It’s interesting. It is the first time I met her, but having done so it wouldn’t entirely surprise me.”

You can tell. That woman probably isn’t a lesbian, or if she is, she’s very good at utilizing her charm to make it seem as though she’s not. If anything, you’d peg her as asexual. She uses sex as a weapon. Fair enough. You’ve seen even weaker women feel the need to use it.

You wonder if she’s ever had sex purely for herself and not for manipulation purposes.

You wonder if she could even do that. You reckon you don’t really care if you found out the hard way.

It’s a few weeks later that you receive a message stating the President required your audience. And you know you should tell Annette, or Duncan at the very least, but you don’t. You know you shouldn’t show up at all. But Annette said to keep your dalliances secret. So secret they will stay.

“How loyal are you to the Shepherds?” Claire asks when you arrive. Straight to the point. Good.

“As loyal as I have to appear,” you tell her.

Claire smiles a little. “Why did you marry Duncan? He doesn’t seem quite your type.”

“And what do you presume my type is?”

“Perhaps more feminine. Older.”

“Mm. And what is your type, Ms President?”

“Why did you marry him? Did Annette threaten to out you?” she repeats.

“Not in so many words,” you say.

“Hmm. Interesting. He has no idea, I presume?”

“Why did you call me here?” you ask, your anxiety getting the better of you.

“I need information on the Shepherds. And I believe I have something you’d want in return.”

Your head starts spinning, but no, spinning is an understatement. It’s fucking doing somersaults. You cannot believe what she’s proposing.

“You want to prostitute yourself to me for information?”

And Claire does the last thing you ever expected the bitch to do. She walks across the room and slaps you across the face. Hard enough to sting, but not as hard as you bet she could. You feel the cold metal of her wedding ring press against your cheek as she grabs your chin, her cold blue eyes piercing through to your soul. “Don’t you dare fucking accuse the president of the United States of debasement, and don’t ever assume you have the upper hand.”

“Claire—“

“Are we on first name basis, slut?” she asks, her hand slithering down to your throat. Holy shit, you think. This bitch might actually fucking kill me. You think you’d care more if this wasn’t possibly the hottest thing that ever happened to you. “I didn’t think so. Now. What are your loyalties? Who are you closest to?”

“Duncan, obviously. Annette lets her guard down around me because she likes that I think she’s hot, but she still doesn’t like me. Bill and I don’t get along.”

“Interesting. How much does Duncan know?”

“I know more than Duncan.”

“Really, now? Are you just saying that? Because if you don’t prove to be useful...”

“What? You’ll kill me?”

Claire laughs. “No, you’re much more fun to me alive. But tell me… do you know where Duncan came from?”

“I mean, I truly don’t know how Annette’s cunt could birth anything, given how much of a bitch she is, but…”

Claire smiles. “Yes. Much more fun alive. Duncan is not her child.”

“Well, that’s a relief I don’t have any chance of keeping the Shepherd bloodline alive,” you snicker. “Where did he come from, then?”

“I’ll tell you… in time. But you have to tell him, too. In front of Annette and Bill. I want them all to know.”

“They’ll skin me alive if they knew I was here.”

“Do you want to fuck me or not? These are my terms.”

“So that is why I’m here?”

She only smirks at you, the wrinkles around her blue eyes crinkling as she does. “Your attraction to me is far more interesting than... well, men are pigs, right? I’m sure you are well aware. But you, you look at me like you want to fuck me, sure, but you also know your place. You respect me, even if you try to talk back. Men don’t know any better.”

“Have you ever slept with a woman before?”

She only smiles. “Does it matter?”

“Just wanted to know if there was credence to the rumors.”

“Rumors? You’re quite bold. I’m the one with my hand...wrapped around your throat.”

“It’d be pretty messy for you if you killed me right now,” you retort, wincing and rubbing your legs together as she increases the pressure on your neck.

“You’ll learn not to talk back, whore. To think you’re a married woman...”

“Yeah? Did you hold your marriage sacrosanct?”

There’s that smile again. She’s beautiful, ethereal, but there’s something so inhumane about the way her lips move upward to smirk at you. Maybe you should learn to shut your mouth, but you always were a brat. Besides, it’s more fun this way.

“I did.”

“Liar,” you accuse, smirking at her as you do, and she lets go of your throat and before you can miss the feeling too much she slaps your face again, the right cheek this time, much harder than the first time. You let out a startled, strangled moan on impulse, stumbling back a little against the wall.

“Oh, did that hurt?” she coos at you condescendingly, fixing a piece of your hair that fell out of place as you stand back up, pressing your back flat against the wall for stability. Claire crosses her arms and stands directly in front of you.

“I can take it. I can take more than that,” you say boldly.

“Oh? What else do you like, slut?”

“You name it, I’m game.”

“Anything? Handcuffs? Whips? Knives?”

You nod at everything she comes up with. Jesus, you would let this woman carve out your heart if she wanted it.

“If I make you bleed?”

“Better.”

“Interesting. Does Duncan play these little games with you?”

You laugh. “No.”

“You only want a woman to do these things to you?”

“Precisely. Are you kinky, Madam President?”

“Whatever my partner requires... I make certain I provide.”

“But what do you want?”

“I’m a hard woman to please.”

“Oh. Is that the kind way of saying Frank wasn’t good in bed?” you ask, feigning sympathy. She only smirks again. “I’m surprised you didn’t slap me for that. He must have really been awful.”

“You think you could do better?”

“Women do everything better,” you laugh, earning perhaps the only genuine smile you’ve gotten from this woman the whole time. “That’s why I wanted to know if you’ve been with a woman...”

“No. But I’ve thought about it. Never had a woman as interested as you.”

“I find that very hard to believe. Maybe you just never noticed. What gave it away?” You’re aching for her to touch you again, give you anything, even pain, but she stands still in front of you.

“I can just tell. Besides, I was interested to meet you. You’re the Shepherd’s weak link. I knew Annette didn’t vet you carefully enough.”

“Are you saying me being gay is an issue?”

“Are you so naive to think it wouldn’t be, given the state of this country?” she retorts. “But that’s not all. I can tell you don’t like them. I could tell you were easy... on more than one account.”

You roll your eyes. “I fucking hate Bill. I mean it’s awful to say, he’s not doing well physically, but he’s just made life a living hell for me.”

“Why?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.

“I don’t know. Maybe he hates gay people. Maybe he hates women. Both. Don’t know.”

“So everyone knows but Duncan? Funny how he’s kept out of all the good family secrets that concern him.”

You sigh. “See, sexuality’s a funny thing. I like Duncan. I do. And sometimes sex with him is good if not great. He’s a good partner. But I just prefer women.”

“Must be nice to have it figured out. Your generation did have it easier.”

You look at her questioningly. You never thought someone like her was human enough to struggle with such a thing, but perhaps that’s an unfair assessment.

Or she’s playing you.

Still. She’d have to be quite a good player - not that you should underestimate her skill - to talk about something as personal as her struggles with sexuality. Straight people just don’t get it. Would she really be this easily well versed if it was a game?

“There’s still a long ways to go,” you say.

“I intend to rectify that.”

“Of course you do.”

Her eyes narrow at you and she tilts her head. “Do you think I should be doing better?”

“Yeah. Come out, for starters.”

“Says the woman in a sham marriage.”

“It’s not a sham. I love Duncan,” you protest.

“Then why are you here, selling out his family just for a chance to fuck me? You’re not much better than I am.”

“I don’t think I’ve told you anything yet. Besides. It’s not his real family… as you say.”

“No. You haven’t told me anything I didn’t already know. But I haven’t fucked you yet either, have I?”

“Touché.”

“Come over here,” she beckons, leaning against the desk and once again it strikes you where you are - the fucking Oval Office. Are you seriously going to have sex in the Oval Office? Conservatives would be disgusted by this (although it wouldn’t be the first time this office was defiled). “Don’t look so scared now. You can’t back out at this point.”

You nod, trying not to look as nervous as you feel and walk the few steps over to her, your legs inches from hers. God, you’re practically dying from the anticipation alone.

“Does Duncan ever tell you how beautiful you are?” She asks. You’re absolutely shellshocked. There’s no trace of sarcasm in her voice.

“Sometimes,” you murmur.

“Just like men to not appreciate what they have.”

“Mm. Frank didn’t appreciate you, Claire? Didn’t make you feel good? I would. If you were my wife I’d make you come every fucking day,” you say, and boldly you decide to punctuate that statement by pressing your lips to hers.

Mistake. Or maybe not, you don’t know.

Her hands tangle in your hair and you feel her stand up, press against you firmly before backing you into the desk, pushing you onto it until your back is flat on the wood, and she’s hovering over you, her lips ghosting yours.

“I’m a hard woman to please,” she reiterates and you realize she never fucking lost her breath while you feel like the wind was knocked out of you. “I’m ambivalent about attention in general. But look at you, whore. You crave it, don’t you? Just want someone to tell you that you’re a good girl... oh, look at you squeeze your thighs together. Are you wet for me, slut?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” You ask, spreading your legs slightly for her.

She shakes her head, her straight platinum locks shifting as she does so, brushing against your face. “See? You’re not a good girl. You’re a dirty filthy whore and you just don’t know when to shut that whore mouth or close your fucking legs.”

You stay silent - you’re not sure what to do now. Do you antagonize her, push her further, see if it will rile her up again? Or do you try and kiss her again?

Claire has other ideas. “Beg,” she hisses in your ear. “Get down on your knees and beg for me.”

—- and I am evil and ending it there! Plz let me know if I should continue this!

[reverbee]

😳 - Age you get mistaken for?

✏️ - Want any tattoos?

🎶 - Top 5 favorite songs?

💬 - I wish…

👊 - Something you hate?

🎥 - Top 5 favorite movies?

📺 - Top 5 favorite TV shows?

✏ - Random fact about yourself.

📅 - Favorite time of the year?

📚 - Career goal you want?

🍴 - Favorite food(s) to eat?

🐶 - Do you own a pet?

-i used to be mistaken for being 15 when i was younger, now people always mistake me for being 20

-yeees i've always wanted tattoos

-Love Story by Sarah Cothran

Middle of the Night (cover by Rain Paris)

Royalty by Neoni

Darling by Halsy

Enemy (cover by Reinaeiry on Youtube)

-i wish i didn't have to school anymore and had more time for my hobbies

-i genuinely hate school lmao

- Frozen, Black Widow, Turning Red, and thats it lmao I don't watch a lot of movies

-Arcane, She ra, Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts, Amphibia and the Owl House

-I am actually interested in becoming a songwriter as a side hobby

-winter or fall. Just any cold weather really

-desperately want to be an author

-firecracker meatballs or chicken noodle soup

-yes, four Guinea pigs! i also used to have a dog, and a bird

[tharrb]

Last of the leviathans

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39046995

The former king of newtopia sat alone in a dingy cell. He heard two pairs of feet walking up to him.The former king of newtopia sat alone in a dingy cell. He heard two pairs of feet walking up to him.

“There is someone who wishes to speak with you.” Said general yunnan, scurge of the sand wars, defeated of yada yada bla bla bla. “I’ve accompanied her down hear for her own protection.”

“Marcy?” Andrias said. Sure enough, his adopted daughter and the former chief ranger was standing in front of him. She had a look that was not quite contempt, but it was something cold and unwelcoming. ”how did you get back?” He asked. “That’s not important.” She replied.

“You’ve grown.” Andrias chuckled. Marcys expression remained unchanged, as her attention was drawn the the vagabond chronicles pin she had given him. The newt coughed up a lung before continuing. “Most of the time I remain here. But I am allowed out, under constant supervision, to do volunteer work. How has your life been?” “It has been…” Marcy said “decent. I’m working on webcomic.” “That’s wonderful. It’s a shame I won’t be able to read it.”

Marcys tone got serious. “I want answers. And I want you to answer honestly.” She said. “Did you ever, really love me?”

“Yes” said Andrias’s in a sincere sounding tone.”I truly cared for you.”

Marcy voice exploded with anger.”Then why did you stab me?! Why did you give me to the core?! Did you enjoy watching me suffer?”

Andrias turned from her sadly, the same way he had when he sacrificed her to his lord. She hated it.

“You wanted an honest answer, and I’m giving you one. That too, was genuine. I really did want to hurt you.”

Marcy gave a look of horrified disgust. Yunnan looked ready to kill him herself.

“But it wasn’t entirely your fault though! I had projected all my anger towards my own friends at you. And in truth, I was jealous of you bond with Anne and Sasha.”

“That’s…not a good excuse.”

“I know. You have every right to hate me. And please do! I remember when I had told my own father off-“

“This isn’t about him.”

“Right.”

“Queen Olivia said that you saw me as a pet.”

“She was right. I trained myself not to see other people as, well, people. It makes it easier to hurt them. That’s why your room was above the other prisoners. But I did still see you as my daughter. And made sure your life during the five months you were in my ward was as comfortable as possible.”

“Comfortable? You like how a farmer fattens a pig for slaughter?”

Andrias turned to her, and saw that she was staring into the pit where his soul used to be. Not making eye contact(she always had trouble with that) but still making her point clear He wished she stopped doing that.

“While I wanted to hurt you, I never wanted to kill you or have you possessed. That was all the cores doing.”

Marcy put her fingers to her temple.“Let’s just ignore that you still let it happened. You still didn’t have a problem using me to destroy everything I knew and loved.”

“But I did change! True, I didn’t stop what happened at the time, but when I read Leif’s letter, it reminded me of you. And I knew I had to do the right thing.”

“So, you only decided to help me because I reminded you of someone else? And you didn’t decided to change until you got an apology?”

“Yes.” Andrias looked ashamedly. “you reminded me so much of her. I thought that maybe I could recreate our friendship, only now she wouldn’t betray me. We both know how that turned out.”

It was clearly nothing he said was make her feel better.

“Tell me, did you ever feel a shred of remorse for hurting someone who wasn’t me? Like creating the caste system? Trying to kill my friends? Destroying your own home? Enslaving Olivia, Yunnan, and the wildlife? Trying to conquer earth?”

“Hey don’t act all innocent!” Andrias snapped defensively. “None of this would have happened had you not tricked your friends into using the box. And who was it that gave me the box fully charged!”

“Don’t you dare imply any of this was Marcy’s fault!” Screwed Yunnan, who charged and the former king before Marcy held her back. He give them a look the screamed, I know I’m wrong but I’ll never admit it.

“You’re stronger than I have you credit for.” Said Andrias’s, and the sound of his voice seemed to be one of genuinely admiration. “You’re a fighter, even after the core assimilated-“ “absorbed, not assimilated.” Replied Marcy. She might have become a part of it, but she refused to let it erase her.

Andrias hacked violently. “Do you know what marks a leviathan?” He said. “Not blood or bond, but this.” He lifted his shirt to revel his mechanical stomach. “Metal.”

“We were able to live for millennia thanks to the pool of urodela. It’s filled with a substance synthesized from the moss men, much like the rejuvenation tank. It’s not unlike the Lazarus pit from your earth comic books. But using the pool comes at a price. If it’s used enough, the body becomes dependent on it. Without regular trips to the pool, the body begins to with and decay, and the mind begins to unravel. And after a few centuries, even the pool isn’t enough, and we would be forced to replace the deteriorating parts of our bodies with cybernetics.”

Andrias thought back to his own father, and how by the time of his death, he was almost entirely mechanical.”that’s why I’m like this. Well, that and because of the various attempts on my life over the years.”

He coughed again, this time coughing up some blood. “But I haven’t been in the pool lately, And my cybernetics are still damaged. Im afraid I’m not long for this world.” “So you think I should pity you?” Said Marcy.”because you’re dying?” “No. Im telling you this, because you’re the same as me in that regard.

Marcy remembered. The machine that was pumping blood in place of a heart. The spinel enhancements that allowed her to walk. The metal disk that allowed the core to take her over, which had since been removed. Not to mention the fact that her blood was inexplicably green now. She had one foot perpetually in the grave, and her cybernetics was the only thing keeping her from deaths cold embrace.

Andrias was right. The leviathan metal had tainted her as well. Keeping her alive when she should have been dead. She shuttered remembering that she didn’t have a pulse anymore.

“We’re leviathans, Marcy. Leviathans are born broken, that’s our heritage. And while you weren’t born one, I have a feeling you were broken long before you came to me.”

He was right. Of course he was.

“Do scars mark a leviathan?” Asked Marcy, her head titled down. “Oh goodness yes.” Replied Andrias. He had more scars than he could remember. “Then I guess I really am one of you.” She said lifting up her sleeve and showing him her arm. What he saw sent chills down his spine.

There was the scars where the core had inserted instead into her. But for the most part, her arm was covered in self inflicted scars.”you know what hurts more than then all of them combined?” Marcy said, chuckling a broken laugh. “The fact that I actually thought I had a a father who would have put me above his ambitions for once.”

Andrias winced. He knew she was going to let him have it. And he knew he deserved every last word.

“You groomed me! You made me think I owed you everything! You encouraged me to lie to my best friends! You stabbed me in the back and didn’t lift a finger when the core possessed me! And you only decided to change after I was gone.”

Marcys voice became sadder “and yet…” she sputtered. “I still love you.” The young woman broke down sobbing.”why can’t I hate you?”

Yunnan picked her up. The two made their exit. Before they left however, Andrias began gasping for breath. Marcy turning to see him struggle for air.

“Please Marcy.” He chocked out. “Can you do one more thing for a pathetic, dying old man?” She didn’t know if he was being earnest, or if was trying to guilt trip her. Maybe there wasn’t a difference with him.

“I want…” he paused to catch his breath. “I want to be buried by to best friends. By Leif and barrel. Can you do that for me?”

Marcy gave a solitary “yes” before leaving.

It was the last time Andrias and Marcy spoke while the former was still lucid.

[angelharness]

Various Slashers as Yandere Archetypes 

WARNINGS: yandere content 

Another non-requested piece. I actually found myself terribly interested in the concept after my last post musing on the topic (found here), though I’d like to restate that I don’t believe I’ll be writing more on the matter, unless a commission. 

Will firmly reiterate last time’s warning, it’s very important to recognize this characterization as unhealthy and to never enable such behavior in any real relationships. 

Will be sorting each slasher into seven classes, including Isolating, Manipulative, Dependent, Possessive, Obsessive, Delusional, and Lucid

The definitions vary greatly depending on the Slasher, while some may not fit an archetype listed, or could be a hybrid of any number of them. It’s also very possible for them to fit multiple subcategories. 

For reference, a general key would be

Isolating - (Usually gradually) cuts off s/o from their friends and family, secluding them and asserting themselves as their only social contact. Goal is perhaps to make s/o reliant on them.

Manipulative - Fairly straightforward, though the means of manipulation vary. Often emotionally controlling. Might resort to guilting the s/o or self-destructive tendencies to get them to stay. Goal is to assert control over s/o.

Dependent - Depends on s/o for stability or comfort. Might suffer from separation anxiety and as such is terribly clingy. Often ignores other social ties to focus on their s/o. No implicit goal, but usually wishes for reciprocation of feelings.

Possessive - Similar to Manipulative and often a package deal. Would under no circumstances share their s/o, likely frets over losing them (perhaps to romantic rivals or even misguidedly anyone they falsely deem a threat). Goal is to assert control over s/o. 

Obsessive - Not necessarily Possessive, though the two sometimes come together. An Obsessive might not outwardly act on their fixation, but silently pines intensely for their s/o. Fixates heavily on their s/o. Goal is to become closer to the person of interest, or wishes for reciprocation of feelings.

Delusional - Hard opposite of Lucid. They likely wrongly believe their feelings are reciprocated, believe them and their s/o are meant to be, or that their s/o is in denial of their feelings and it’s up to them to help them realize this. No implicit goal, but usually wishes for reciprocation of feelings.

Lucid - Hard opposite of Delusional. Well aware that their feelings are unhealthy and destructive, but usually represses these thoughts or simply doesn’t care. Might feel guilt, but it’s often overshadowed by longing. May have any of the formerly listed goals.

BILLY LENZ

Dependent, Possessive

He is a complex case. His lucidity comes in brief episodes, then wanes to stubborn delusion. Generally, though, he’s dependent on you for a sense of stability. When you leave, he throws somewhat of a tantrum, absolutely trashes the place, tears the wallpaper, knocks shit over, then curls up in a corner, stewing in a vicious, wordless rage. On the rare occasions, afflicted by guilt, he’ll silently clean it up, intensely avoiding your gaze all the while. Most of the time, though, you’re left to deal with the damage of his uncertain temper. He feels like you’re abandoning him, even if you fully have the intent to return; when you do come through the door he launches into your arms, all rushed kisses and crushing hugs. Inevitably, though, the cycle will repeat once more, gradually wearing you thin and thinner. Like a sweater heavily loved. But this love is intense and merciless. 

CARRIE WHITE

Dependent, Delusional

Carrie is very much wary coming into this relationship. She’s so baffled by affection, true and honest affection, no underlying teasing, no stifled giggles, that she nearly breaks down. It takes much adjusting, but soon, she’s hooked. She becomes dependent on your praise and approval to function routinely. Anything you dislike she does as well. You’re always so right, she thinks, so puzzlingly perfect. She idolizes you to the point she blocks out any of your flaws (which come with being human), entirely eliminating the possibility from her mind. She’s willing to overlook any fault, anyway, but she’s dazed by the spectacle of genuine love. Every moment you’re away is a unique, awful pain, singed with worry (you’re leaving, you found someone better), and though in those moments she thinks there’s no possible greater agony, the bliss of your presence keeps her around. She doesn’t care for anyone else—they never cared for her, and it’s not like their compassion would compare, either way. She decides you’re all she needs.

JASON VOORHEES

Obsessive, Isolating

First confronting his feelings, he disregards it casually, assuming it’d be easy to ignore. He busies himself with work, but finds this fixation occupying his thoughts in increasingly frequent intervals. He knows something needs to be done when it starts directly interfering with his chores, leading to sloppy work and far too many victims fleeing. The easy answer is to off you. He hunts you down with that intent, well ready to finally rid of this distraction. But he can’t. Stands there with a hellish anxiety wracking his chest, a feeling only distantly familiar, recalling the days when his heart did beat. He’s so intensely, frustratingly obsessed with you—it upsets him even, confuses him tremendously. All he knows for certain is that he wouldn’t be able to stand you with someone else; doesn’t care if he’s not that someone, as long as it’s not anybody else. From then on, it’s a very last minute change of plans; keep you alive, isolate you, make you dependent on him. He’s not the type to force affection on you, but rather, would purposefully withdraw it for extended periods of time, until you seek it of your own will, in which case he will reward you with the desired attention. 

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Possessive, Manipulative 

Like Billy, has a fragile temper that can be quite a minefield to traverse. You can never be sure what will upset him, but when it does he makes sure it’s known. Could additionally be classified as isolating, as he will immediately confine you to the manor. Leaving is far out of the question, though later on he might permit you to extend this bit of freedom to the expanse of garden surrounding the mansion (he will, however, keep you far from the gates). He makes himself out to be entirely helpless without your guidance and care, though that must be wrong, being how he’s had only himself for much of his time living in the space between the walls. It gets you to stay, and that’s what matters in the moment. But eventually, the need to escape his suffocating presence vastly exceeds your will to stay. When that time comes, an effectively inevitable outcome, Brahms had realized in the back of his head, he’ll turn to violence, first in tantrums then in threats directed to both yourself and him. Isn’t beyond killing you if he’s convinced you’re set on leaving and there’s nothing he can do.

BUBBA SAWYER

Dependent, Possessive

Partly delusional, but knows you’re unwilling. Still, relies on you for a feeling of normalcy, that distant echo of a real, functional relationship. Couldn’t bear the thought of you with anyone else, so much he might resort to threats of violence to coerce you into staying. Whether these are empty or significant falls on you to figure out. Liable to tantrums when you’re away, though the severity of these outbursts is determined by his current stability. He considers you part of the family, though at the end of the day, Drayton gets the final say on your status of life. He’ll plead desperately and with genuine distress, but it doesn’t take much pushing for him to cave in on himself; he’s far more scared to disobey the family. If he’s to kill you, he’ll go about it sweetly, clumsy, unfamiliar kisses as he smooths your hair down, trying uselessly to calm you. Your struggling and crying only troubles him, and he might hurry up the process just to quiet that awful commotion. If Drayton allowed, though, he’d keep you as a sort of pet; you’re to stay in his room or at his side and never stray. You’re given a seat at the dinner table as long as you pull your weight and pitch in (albeit unwillingly) with household chores. 

AMANDA YOUNG / THE PIG

Lucid, Manipulative 

Fairly coherent regarding her emotions, though this regulation never translates into her actions, which are twisted by impulse and anxieties. Unintentionally incredibly manipulative, will very quickly turn to self-destructive exploits to gain your sympathy and convince you to stay. Eventually, she stops caring if you’re only sticking around out of a feeling of necessity. If you ever show intent to leave, though, she’d panic. Amanda can’t conceive a life without you now that she’s met you, and though she despises how dependent she’s become on you for stability, she can’t will herself to try and improve. Your attention is a new, frightening addiction; the highs come with affection and compassion, but then withdrawal in the periods you’re away. These acts of love have to be greater and greater than the last to recreate that same rush of intoxication. She’d allow you the illusion of freedom, reminding you often you can leave if you wanted (it’s all a ploy for sympathy), but makes a show of how pathetic she is without you. She can barely function, and though she hates this vulnerability, her balance of mind being dependent on another person, she’s trapped herself in an unforgiving sequence of self-destructive desperation and a murderous temper. 

[thequeenb]

In love With My Enemy

Poppy x MC

Have you read those cheesy novels? Yes the super romantic ones, i know you did dont lie. That's the best way i can describe what is happening right now. Poppy holds a puppy in her hands rubbing its belly happily, she hasn't seen me yet and i am actually glad. I can't hear the conversation between her and the guy that works here but her laughter fills the room and my stomach turns at the sight

Its the first time i see Poppy so free, she must feel right at home. I smile approaching slowly, she turns around changing her expression completely, adorable Pops

"Aww i didn't knew you had a soft spot"

Poppy rolls her eyes but i can tell she is trying to hide a smile "If you tell anyone about this i won't hesitate to end your career, kick you out of Belvoire and make your life miserable"

Oh wow she didn't even shutter, that's impressive, should i be turned on or scared? Maybe both? My gaze falls to the adorable puppy in her hands and i can't help but pet its little head

Her eyes soften for a moment and all i can do is be fascinated and surprised by this new side of her

"My daddy bought me this animal shelter when i was eight years old"

"Oh..um nice? Is that what rich people do when they want a pet?" i tease her but her eyes seem to get distant and i think i might just hit a sore spot, damnit

"I wanted a puppy but my mother didn't allow pets inside the house so daddy got it for me. Its nice but i don't think they quite understood my point of view"

I look around noticing we are left alone and the crew is probably getting ready for our shooting. I reach to place my hand on her shoulder but i stop my hand mid air, remembering that we are actually enemies but are we?

Her gaze falls to my hand as i pull it back and i don't know if it's my mind playing games but i can see a mix of relief and disappointment in her eyes.

She lets the puppy down walking towards a room, i guess that's my cue to follow. I can now see the height difference between us and i smile to myself, she is so cute really

She leads me to a room filled with pink pillows, small pet beds and toys. She rans her hand on a shelf where several pictures are framed beautifully, why would she bring me here?

"It used to be my favourite place here, because no one could interrupt my thoughts" she holds a frame in her hands gesturing at me to approach closer

"This was my first pet, her name was Lucy" she taps at the glass and awww its the cutest thing have ever seen really. Its a beautiful brown Pomeranian and oh my god

"Is that little Poppy?" I gasp actually surprised by how innocent she looks. Of course she is wearing designer but the look on her face is.. genuine happiness and it made me think..I haven't seen Poppy smiling this way ever

She yanks the frame putting it carefully back "I shouldn't have shown you" Did i just made her shy? Damn where is the real Poppy? Is this her kind twin sister?

"Oh come ooooon you were beautiful since a kid hm?"

She looks me in the eyes and i can sense a rouge colour forming on her cheeks. She walks past me sitting on an extremely pink couch. I don't know if i should sit next to her or stand where i am but she pats at the spot next to her and my heart starts racing

"Sooo, this place is amazing I don't see why you didn't want it" i rest my head on my palm watching her intently

She sighs looking at me without hesitation this time "My parents were never around when i was growing up, so i really wanted a company. But they always had to do everything in their own way"

The puzzle is starting to get solved as i learn more about her past. I see pure vulnerability when i look at her in the eyes. In her own way she makes me feel special and I won't take that for granted

"Do you wish you could grow up in different circumstances such as mine?" I curiously ask

"Is this a trap?" She raises her eyebrow and i roll my eyes

"No, i am a great listener i am just trying to understand you"

"Why would you want that?"

Yes Bea, why would you want that? Aren't you suppose to hate her guts? If yes why is your heartbeat quickening? Why is your mind racing?

She notice i take time to respond and to avoid this awkward silence she finally speak "Can i imagine myself without designer clothes? Hell no"

I chuckle, good job Pops "That was a nice way to deflect my question"

Poppy smiles and its the cutest thing i have seen all day despite the cute animals here "You dork" she leans closer and her eyes widen in realisation

"I won't judge you, in fact i knew you were mean for a reason" i can now see her eyes sparkle and all i can do is sit back and admire her

Today she is very beautiful and her perfume fills my nose. I can see that she put extra effort this afternoon, is it the commercial or is it the fact that she planned for us to be alone? To be honest i kind of wish its the second option

"I asked you to help me bring Chloe down not become best friends"

"And who told you that i want to be your best friend?" I smirk daring to take her hand in mine. At first she just stares at me but doesn't pull back

"No one deserves to feel alone during their best years. When i was growing up we didn't have a lot on our plate but i got to spend time with my mother at the farm"

I can feel tears forming so i wipe them away knowing well i will look weak. Since i got here i miss my hometown more than anything in the world, the smell of the earth, the fresh air, everything.

"Oh right, because spending time with pigs covered in dirt sounds so much fun" Poppy responds ironically and for a moment i regret opening up, that until she pats my hand

"I..i wish i had a simpler childhood" she admits and i can clearly see tears ready to roll down her perfect face

Before she can wipe them away i place both of my hands on her cheeks wiping each tear away. Her eyes are closed trying to avoid my gaze but she suddenly pulls back stunned

"I- we shouldn't even talk about that Farmsville! Ugh you are annoying"

Its obvious that emotions aren't something she is fond of but i am trying my best to make her understand that feeling sad and nostalgic is normal

"Hey, hey! Not now that we made progress damnit" i pull her closer to me and that's when my breath catches

"What are you--"

"Take a deep breath and look at me" Even though she is about to protest she swallows hard doing as i said so

I take her hand placing it where her heart is. At first she looks at me confused but then i press it against her

"Can you feel your heart beating? That makes you human, humans are capable of having feelings. Therefore its normal to have emotions even more normal to need to rant about something that troubles you, do you understand me?"

I get lost in her eyes and her lips part wanting to respond but words cant describe how she is feeling. She takes a shaky breath and without thinking twice she closes the distance between us with a kiss

She press her body against me sighing happily, eagerly. She caught me off guard but i quickly set a pace. Poppy is starving for affection so i make this experience soft and gentle

I stroke her hair as my thumb runs circles on her cheek. I feel her shudder, overwhelmed by all the emotions she is feeling at once. I can't help but smile against her lips and she does the same

"Nobody ever talked to me this way" she says breathless

I rest my forehead against hers sighing "You deserve so much more than you think you do"

Aaaaaaand we had to be interrupted of course. Someone knocks at the door and Poppy jumps snapping back to reality, god damnit.

"Miss Min-Sinclair are you ready?" A man asks and i roll my eyes. Good job buddy we were having a moment!

"Y-es i will be out in two minutes" she can barely speak a sentence and i smirk to myself

"Go out first i need a moment" she pushes me towards the door, oh so now she forgot everything i said?

"But--"

"This is not a time for questions go go go!" Aw frustrated Poppy is sweet

I reached the door but I stop turning around to smile at her "We aren't done yet" and like that i step out of the room leaving a clearly confused Poppy behind.

Every possibility and every thought of her fills my mind as i step out of the room. She is different i knew it but i never thought things could end up this way. I smile to myself picturing a future with Poppy and i wont stop until i tried everything i have, i am coming for your hand Queen Bee, not your crown so be aware.

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[earthlyemily]

I’m struggling so much financially and honestly just wanted to vent somewhere. I’ve always lived in poverty and I think in my whole life I’ve had maybe 2 years where I didn’t have to stress about money and not be able to buy groceries or pay rent or be put into collections for not being able to make payments etc and that was when I was in college. For at least the past 5 years I’ve been struggling but I never talk about it. I don’t even know where to start haha I don’t even know what it’s like to not stress financially and be in debt. I’ll just start with the first things that come to mind with what I’m owing maybe. So it’s Dec. 23 and rent was due yesterday because we moved into this small suite attached to someone’s house on Nov. 22. It’s $1200 which is so expensive, but also the average price for BC if not even cheaper for a one-bedroom with a yard, utilities included. and no first and last, no pet deposits, etc because this is just short them for 4 months until the end of March because i reached out and asked and they said yes.

After 1 month I already remember why we went into the trailer almost 2 years ago and it’s literally because we can’t afford any other lifestyle. I think that’s the difference between us and some people that live in trailers, vans, etc. like we lived in a mouse & mouse shit infested trailer for 6 months breathing in their feces and urine and having it all over all our belongings. i literally had to take my whole life to the dump and we officially have no food storage because they ruined it all. there were at least 50-60 mice because a few birth cycles happened in the ceiling. I could write a whole post about my experience of living with field mice, but now isn’t the time so for rent, i only had $600 yesterday so that’s what I gave them. thank goodness they were okay with me asking for a few more days to make the other half. but I don’t even know when that’s going to be :(

my etsy shop veganveins has been doing so bad lately for more than one reason, most of my orders are just postcards and stickers, and while I’m grateful for them, that $1-3 profit isn’t going to keep my business going. and it’s so hard for me to work lately. the wifi doesn’t work sometimes for hours and I always get distracted by shawn and the dogs working from home in a small space. I need to get better at my time management. I got up at 8:30 today which is actually early for me so I’m proud of myself. I’m chronically ill and I really need to go get a blood test and see what’s happening because I haven’t gotten one since being diagnosed with graves disease again 1.5 years ago. anyways. i switched to a print on demand method this year for veganveins for some shirts and sweaters because i couldn’t afford to keep ordering shirts in bulk, and it’s honestly been so, so expensive and i barely make any profit. I’m currently owing my t-shirt printer $999 on one invoice (it was originally $2196 so I’ve at least paid half of it) but that was 2 weeks ago and I still need to pay it. Mario, my t-shirt printer has been with me since I started veganveins and I’m so grateful he gives me extensions on paying the invoices. every other t-shirt printer I’ve ever asked has said no. in addition to the $999 there’s going to be another $2200 invoice I’ll be receiving this week for my last order. I think because of the holidays he’s going to give me some time to pay off that too, but the problem is when I have outstanding invoices he doesn’t print new orders for me. He’s closed now until Jan. 4 so I just need to somehow make that much before then.

btw I don’t have a credit card ($8500 all used on veganveins and it got put into collections last march) and I had a fully used $5000 line of credit but I got a debt consolidation loan for $16,000 1 month ago and my payment for that is $167 a month. it fully paid off and closed my credit card and line of credit + $3000 overdraft which is nice. but now I don’t have any extra money except for what comes in. my credit is only 640 which is really bad in canada so I won’t get approved for a new credit card or loan until I build that up, which is going to be a few months of regular payments. so for regular payments, the $167 for the loan is due on Dec. 27. Yesterday the trailer loan which is literally unliveable from what the mice did until we renovate it came out for $260, that’s how much I pay once a month for it on the 22nd. I didn’t have $260 in my account so it got rejected and I got charged a $48 NSF fee. omg if anyone is reading this long i’m shook. i’m genuinely just writing this for myself to process my feelings and in case anyone was curious about my financial situation here you go haha. maybe some of you can relate, maybe some can’t. anyways. so now I somehow have to get $260 in my account for that for when they try to take it out again in the next few days.

another payment that was supposed to come out yesterday but hasn’t, but I’m sure will come out today is our truck loan. they deferred it for 8 months because of covid which was so nice, but we started paying it again 2 months ago. for both those months I called and made my payment a later date and that helped, but there’s barely any service here so when I called 4 times yesterday to try and change the date the payment comes out, I was on hold for 20-30 mins then my phone would disconnect and hang up. so that’s $586 and it will come out today, I have $0.46 in my account right now so it will get rejected and I’ll get charged another $48 NSF fee. this is why being poor always costs more and the banks are always harsher on those who don’t have money. today I’ll try calling again to see if I can ask for it to come out on a different day like january 10 instead, so I can first have time to pay rent and the trailer and also our $190 truck insurance which got rejected from my account 3 days ago, which was another $48 NSF fee. oh and something else i’m so stressed about is CIBC is going to put me into collections on December 28 if I don’t pay $1000, $700 of which is purely their fees. I have a $300 overdraft which they said i have to cover by then and the $700 is literally their $48 fees added up over the past 3 months. I got a text from them today saying my account is over and it’s because an amnesty international $11 monthly donation came out and obvi there’s no money in there, so that’s another $48 they charged. they’ve already given me a month to pay it and don’t want to wait any longer :(

I owe everyone in my family money, my sister $1650, my mom $700 and my brother also lent me $700. none of my siblings have money either and my mom definitely doesn’t so I hate that i had to borrow that much, and it’s literally been months. thankfully they’re so patient but i can’t wait to not owe them that

omg and i can’t even think about the amount of money shawn’s grandma has lent us. she’s genuinely the only reason we haven’t been completely homeless. but it’s a lot. like i don’t even want to say the number on here. she let us use it from her line of credit over the years and we’ve been slowly paying her back, but she lets us go months at a time without making a payment which i honestly hate doing, but have no choice. i’ve felt a lot of shame and guilt about this, but I also know that she genuinely would rather help us than see us suffer.

so i’m gonna talk about a big reason I’m broke this month especially - saving a pig named buster. his rescue cost me $1850 out of pocket that I didn’t have. but otherwise he was going to be killed in 2 days, he was my baby and I loved him so I had to do it. I somehow made $1350 that went towards it but I’m still owing $500, which I just asked for an extension for today until the new year. i’m not really supposed to talk about it but everything I’ve ever posted here has stayed here, so that cost was literally just from me buying the pig off the farmer. myself along with everyone else ive talked to is disgusted that he charged that much, but he wasnt budging and if that’s what it was going to take, of course I’m going to do it. I wouldn’t think twice about doing it for my dogs and Buster was smarter and more affectionate than them. i love him and I’m so happy he was saved. a non-profit organization transported him to a sanctuary and it was my biggest wish come true and the happiest moment I’ve had all year. my eyes are literally tearing up haha i love him so much. i could write a whole post about his neglect but basically he hasn’t had fresh water in weeks, he was only being fed handfuls of mixed nuts, he was constantly dirty in a muddy enclosure with an electric fence that he was always getting shocked on. he never got true love or affection except for when I gave him it. i posted an instagram story about him and asked people to message me and that i needed help, 2 people donated $111 and $120 each, and 2 other people donated $15 and $12. Someone also e-transferred me $20. These 4 donations equaled almost $300 ($277) and I was so grateful for those people wanting to help me help buster. if anyone else wants to help me with the cost of his rescue i still do need help and would appreciate it so much. this feels really weird and vulnerable for me to do and i’m sorry if anyone is annoyed by this post, I just genuinely am struggling and figured if someone does have extra and wants to help, there isn’t harm in that. but i do feel guilty for asking because i know there are so many other people struggling out there that need even more help than i do :(

i haven’t talked about it publically but i guess I will now, this farmer that I bought buster off of is the owner of the organic vegetable farm i was living and working at this past spring and summer. we worked really hard all summer to be able to stay there and park for free in the winter, but this past fall he told us no one was allowed to stay at the farm anymore, including us, so we had to find a new place to bring our 14ft trailer in to live. so that was an unexpected bummer and if we had known we wouldn’t be allowed staying there anymore (despite doing the labour of $1200 a month for free harvesting organic kale, for an off-grid spot he told us was worth $350 a month to park) we wouldn’t have driven 8 hours with the trailer and we would have stayed in the snow in northern BC and sucked it up and lived on the land we got the opportunity to rent this fall. Donna, the woman who is renting the land to us has been the biggest blessing in my life this year. I love her so much. Basically, she’s letting us live on 170 acres for $600 a month. letting us do whatever we want on the land (building a cabin, setting up rainwater catchment systems, having a solar passive greenhouse and a huge garden) LIKE WHAT. we could even open a farm sanctuary if we had money, i wanted to so bad but obviously that dream didn’t even come close to being reality. opportunities like this literally don’t exist in canada, especially not in BC. i cant even process my gratitude, i cry everytime i think about it. when we go back in the spring it’s going to be the beginning of the rest of our life :) i want to rescue so many senior dogs. everything we’ve always wanted to do we’ll be able to do, assuming we have money haha. but i want to have an organic farm and grow veggies to donate to families in need, especially since we live on stolen indiginious land and I see how the goverment actively restricts their access to fresh healthy produce. but anyways by then it was too dangerous to drive 8 hours back hauling a trailer in the snow and it was just easier to stay in the okanagan until the spring. i know the farmer probably doesn’t realize this and he’s also probably struggling financially but not being able to stay at the farm for the winter months we worked for, and buying buster for that price is a big reason I’m in the financial stress I am now so I figured i’d talk about it.

anyways. i think this is long enough and i think anyone reading this gets the point, i’m drowning in debt, my small business is almost costing me more to run and i’m not making nearly enough profit to live, the past few months ive been living off grid (not by choice) and just focused literally on surviving and not freezing and getting water etc and not having service or internet has affected me negatively. there’s internet now in the suite I’m in, it works really good in the morning and not as well at night, like for example tumblr doesn’t work past 5 pm for me to post photos. but ive been in a bad sleep schedule since i got here that i need to change. im sick and i need to heal myself. tomorrow i’ll set my alarm for 7:30. hopefully i make some money today. i got a social media managing job and it will end up being $1000 a month once i do the 3+ hours a day of work which im already feeling like i barely have time for my own basic life tasks. but i can do this.

if anyone reading this wants to help me out a bit, my paypal email is emilymiddin@hotmail.com or http://www.paypal.com/paypalme/veganveins

and my e-transfer email is emilymiddin@icloud.com i have auto deposit so you won’t have to ask a question :)

this is my first time in 7 years i’ve made a post like this or asked for help. i won’t do it again but figured i have nothing to lose. if you read up to here i love you a lot and thank you so much for being here <3

[failbaby]

Most to least likely to be leftists in the BAU?

Okay lol so I don’t think any of them would/could be actual leftists (barring Penelope), because they all work for the FBI, obviously, but I’ll rank from farthest left to farthest right

1. Penelope.

Okay. Hacker vigilante chick forced to work for the government under threat of imprisonment? Villain origin story. I think she’s the only Actual Leftist among them (an anarchist waiting to pounce)

- Derek takes her to the petting zoo for fun and she sees a pig and is reflexively like “good afternoon, officer,” forgetting that he was a cop and his dad died being a cop BFJSKFJ

2. Spencer.

- Grew up neglected and in poverty, taking care of his sick mother, because there were no effective systems in place to help him & Diana...he would be really big on Medicare for all and other social reform, especially after seeing how many kids turn into serial killers because of bad childhoods

- He would REALLY value the idea of tuition-free college, funding public schools and libraries, etc. to ensure that no kid ever goes without education/gets a subpar education/is academically understimulated. Great minds come from all walks of life, and every little kid should have the opportunity and tools to succeed!!! Also he wants his student debt cancelled

- Chemistry/Physics degrees. You KNOW he’s freaked about climate change

So I always imagine him politically along the same lines as Bernie and AOC

3. Emily.

Not as big on raising taxes on the rich as Spencer is, because she’s the rich (comes from old money), but she’s a huge believer in abortion rights and social programs that benefit women and children. Hillary enthusiast

- She got where she is today partly because she was able to have an abortion, and she’s saved countless lives because of it. No young woman should be deprived of her future and her impact because she made a one-night mistake.

- After working with child victims, she’s seen a lot of the horrific things that happen to children as a result of shitty, crumbling social programs, and she wants so desperately for that to change.

4. Derek. He’s one of the, like, 34 swing voters that politicians are always catering to?

- He was raised by a cop and became a cop and his bastard cop dad was always his hero, so he’s probably big on the “law and order” thing Republicans are always selling

- He definitely has that weird masculine “politically incorrect” complex men have where they’re like “my PRONOUNS?!?!??!!?!? Uh, I’m a MAN. A DUDE. a GUY. An ATTACK HELICOPTER”

Probably has multiple guns at his house and pointedly says “merry Christmas” when wished happy holidays or whatever

- But at the same time, that’s just fun and games—he has no genuine ill will towards anybody (he obviously knows what discrimination and prejudice feel like) and is generally very respectful and compassionate. He would hate to see people suffering, so he would never vote for anybody he thought was actually hateful or was going to harm him or the people he loved. Just doesn’t like taxes and likes guns lmao

5. Hotch

Definitely a Republican, but, like, a Republican who doesn’t immediately reek of Republicanism? A low key Republican

- White heterosexual cis man raised by an old money Southern Belle and her toxic husband.....yeah

- “Socially liberal and economically conservative”

6. JJ

Republican and less secretive about it than Hotch......probably wouldn’t vote for Trump in 2020 after seeing what he did, because she’s not crazy, but probably would in ‘16 and just not tell anyone

- Christian girl autumn type of vibe...........definitely had gender reveal parties twice

- “You know, Spence, for someone so smart, you sure don’t have a lot of common sense. I’m looking at two feet of snow out my window right now, and you’re telling me the Earth is getting warmer? Come on. I wish!”

7. Rossi

WEALTHY RACIST OLD MAN