#Regardless these things are too dangerous

[cheshireliam]

Kagari Amagase 1st Birthday Campaign: Story

Chapters 1 — 3

"The Dangerous Wildcat's Clumsy Attempt At Affection"

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Some time had passed since coming to Kogyoku with the Owner. 

The town was livelier than usual today, bustling with energetic crowds.

Emma: Prince Kagari’s birthday? 

Townswoman: Yes, it’s a tradition to celebrate it all around town. 

Emma: So that’s why it’s especially lively today. 

(I didn't know it was Prince Kagari’s birthday.) 

The townspeople were in high spirits, and the scent of dorayaki wafted through the air from all directions.

Townswoman: You should join in the celebrations too. 

Townswoman: I’m sure he’ll be delighted if his favourite person celebrated his birthday. 

A lady I became acquainted with ever since coming to Kogyoku gave me a gentle push forward with an innocent smile. 

Townswoman: Come onnn, I’ll help you think of a gift if you’re unsure of what to get. 

Emma: Thank you. But because this is a special occasion, I’d like to come up with something on my own.

(Why do I feel oddly pressured…? Maybe it’s just my imagination.) 

Looking satisfied with my response, she dropped some words of encouragement before leaving.

(Regardless of whether I’m his “favourite person” or not… it's undeniable that Prince Kagari has helped me a lot during my time in Kogyoku so far.)

(Since I’m now aware it’s his birthday, I must celebrate it.)

(Alright then…)

…

(... What’s with this ridiculously long line!?)

I made my way to the castle with my gift packed in my bag, only to find the plaza filled with people who were also there to celebrate Prince Kagari’s birthday.

(Swordsmen, nobles… even commoners. That's a lot of people.)

I almost immediately caught sight of the striking red hair at the front of the line. 

Looking at him from a distance, Prince Kagari wore a neutral expression as he continually accepted birthday greetings and gifts without pause. 

(He’s completely detached from everything going on and doesn't look happy at all.)

As I stood on my tiptoes to get a better view, his jade-green eyes met mine. 

(... Prince Kagari’s sensitive to being watched, so he probably noticed me.)

(My staring might've bothered him.) 

I averted my eyes and hid behind a nearby cherry blossom tree.

(Still, what should I do? It’s going to be hard to have a proper celebration with this many people around.)

(As much as I want to celebrate on the actual day of his birthday, I guess I’ll have to come back another day— huh?)

When I absentmindedly glanced back at the castle, Prince Kagari was nowhere in sight.

Standing in his place was his attendant, receiving the greetings and gifts from the people on behalf of the now missing yasha¹. 

¹ Kagari’s nickname is 紅玉夜叉 (kōgyoku yasha), which directly translates to “Kogyoku’s Yasha”. If you happen to play Genshin Impact, Yasha and Yaksha are the same thing; so like how Liyue has Xiao, Kogyoku has Kagari. For those who don’t play GI, think of Yasha/Yaksha as something like a… guardian deity? 

It was a strange sight to see. 

???: You’re wide open, Princess.

(!?)

I turned around in response to the unexpected voice whispering into my ear, only to have my mouth covered by someone’s hand. 

I was pulled into the shade and my back hit the rough surface of a tree trunk.

Emma: Mmph…! 

(When did Prince Kagari get behind me…?) 

Despite my struggling, he easily pinned me against the tree trunk and brought his face dangerously close to mine. 

I thought my heart was going to stop.

Kagari: Do you promise to behave? 

He finally took his hand off my mouth when I nodded. 

However, our distance remained the same, I was still trapped by his hands pressed against the tree.

(I need to calm down.) 

(He’s probably just staying close so other people won’t notice us.)

I naturally lowered my voice to barely a whisper, careful not to let my breath touch him.

Emma: … What are you doing here, Prince Kagari?

Kagari: I saw you. 

Emma: You came to see me?

Kagari: You called me here. 

(Is that what it looked like to him?)

While I felt guilty, my heart tingled too. 

Kagari: If you were planning to join the line, don’t bother. 

Kagari: It won’t end till nightfall.

Emma: That long…?

Kagari: There’s a banquet tonight. That’ll go on till dawn. 

(They really go all out to celebrate this day. That’s Kogyoku’s yasha for you.) 

I was impressed, but Prince Kagari’s expression remained as stoic as ever.

He watched the seemingly endless line of people as though it had nothing to do with him. It was shockingly cold for someone whose birthday was being celebrated. 

(Perhaps Prince Kagari isn’t interested in birthday celebrations.)

(... What if he finds me a nuisance?)

Kagari: So, why are you here? 

I instinctively looked away.

Emma: … Um… there are so many people gathered, and I got curious…

(I can’t mention that I came to celebrate his birthday too.)

I hid the bag containing his gift behind my back.

Prince Kagari remained silent for a while.

The awkward silence made even the noise from the crowd at the plaza  sound distant. 

(Did he notice I’m hiding something?) 

However, instead of saying it outright, he grabbed my arm.

Kagari: Come with me, Princess.

Emma: W-wh—whoa…! Prince Kagari?

Before I could react, he silently yet forcefully led me toward the castle, while making sure to stay away from any prying eyes…

…

Prince Kagari shoved me inside a room and left a brief moment before coming back with a large basket from who knows where.

Kagari: First, put this on.

Emma: Is this… a hakama²

² 袴 (hakama) is a type of traditional Japanese pants. Initially, only the upper class wore it. But it was eventually also worn by warriors (e.g. samurai) in the Kamakura era. In modern day, it's being worn as a part of the Aikido uniform and also as a fashion piece (hakama inspired trousers). 

Kagari: Next, wrap this around your face.

Emma: A scarf?

Kagari: Lastly, wear this on your waist.

Emma: A sword…!? 

Kagari: Bun your hair up.

Emma: Umm… 

(Why are we suddenly doing dress-up time?)

When I tilted my head in confusion at the items handed to me one after another, Prince Kagari picked up the hakama and reached for my clothes. 

Kagari: If you don’t know how to put on a hakama, I’ll teach you. 

Emma: … It’s fine, I’ll manage it myself as much as possible! 

(I don’t really get what’s going on, but surely it won’t lead to anything bad—) 

…

(— Or so I thought. How did it come to this…) 

Ruffian: Who’s this?

Emma: I… I won’t take a single step beyond this point!

In a back alley away from crowds, I found myself face-to-face with a gang of intimidating men.

Pushing aside the suffocating feeling of fear I felt at the sight of the weapons hanging from their waists, I unsheathed the sword Prince Kagari had given me.

Ruffian: I don't know what's goin’ on, but looks like ya know who we are.

(... No. I have no idea who you people are at all.) 

Ruffian: Get her. 

With a vulgar laugh, the men drew their swords.

Unlike the imitation sword I was wielding, theirs were real — the blades gleaming menacingly.

Before one of their swords could hit me, the man at the front was suddenly knocked down by a shadow descending from above. 

Ruffian: What!?

Kagari: Poor thing. 

In the blink of an eye, the men were blown away along with their swords. 

They were slammed against the wall, their eyes rolling back as they fell unconscious.

Prince Kagari finished them off in seconds without even drawing his sword.

(No matter how many times I witness it, his strength is beyond ordinary.)

Kagari: That was easy. I hoped they’d at least be good enough for me to draw my sword.

(... I wonder how many people in Kogyoku are even capable of standing up to Prince Kagari.) 

When I snapped back to reality and attempted to sheath the imitation sword, Prince Kagari suddenly turned around and grabbed my hand. 

Kagari: Princess, you need to adjust the angle of your stance. 

Emma: I see… 

Kagari: Also, never hunch your back on a battlefield.

Emma: I never noticed I was doing that.

Kagari: Exactly. Even though you’re dressed like one of my subordinates, you’re weak.

Emma: … I’m sorry. 

(I wish you’d  cut this amateur some slack.)

(It’s not like I asked to help with a capture mission.) 

While still holding my hand, he placed a hand on my back. 

He applied force to straighten my posture, and despite his expressionless face, he seemed rather satisfied.

Cat: Nyaa…

Kagari: Ah, wait a minute.

(A cat?)

A cat appeared out of nowhere and started rubbing its face affectionately against Prince Kagari’s leg. 

He knelt down to gently stroke the cat before handing it a neatly folded piece of paper. 

The cat took the paper in its mouth and scurried off.

Emma: What was that…?

Kagari: Calico³ No.1

³ He calls the cat ミケ (mi-ke). I don’t know how exactly to call it in english, but there's a type of cat called 三毛猫 (mi-ke-ne-ko) which is what we know as a calico cat. I’m assuming that's the cat species here…? 

(What a peculiar name.)

Kagari: It often roams the streets. So if you ever need to contact me, you can count on it for that.

Emma: So instead of a carrier pigeon… you have a carrier cat.

Kagari: Yeah.

(What an impressive cat. I’ll be sure to remember it.)

Emma: About the paper you gave it earlier on…

Kagari: I summoned my subordinates. It’s a hassle to clean up this mess. 

Prince Kagari stood up while answering my question matter-of-factly and looked down at one of the men laying unconscious nearby. 

Kagari: This is a “gift” I receive on my birthday every year, amidst the celebrations. 

Kagari: I was looking forward to a more challenging opponent, but I got disappointed this year too.

(People send assassins after him on his birthday too?)

Prince Kagari was Kogyoku’s main warrior and the country’s trump card.

As long as the yasha exists, Kogyoku’s security is guaranteed. 

It wasn’t a surprise to know there were people who sought to demolish this iron wall of defense. 

(But I can’t believe they’d try something even on a day of celebration.)

Kagari: Princess.

Prince Kagari pressed his thumb against the space between my eyebrows.

(... I must’ve been frowning.)

Kagari: You’re still my subordinate.

Emma: Even though I’m weak?

Kagari: That makes it easier for them to attack.

Kagari: There’s no better bait than you. 

(If being with Prince Kagari can help him out…)

Emma: I’ll do my best as bait.

…

Townsman: Happy birthday, Prince Kagari! 

Townswoman: Every store in town is baking dorayaki today. In fact, there’s hardly any store that isn’t…! 

As soon as we stepped out onto the main street, Prince Kagari was immediately surrounded by the townspeople.

Kagari: … Oh. 

Despite the influx of greetings and gifts, his reaction was as indifferent as it was back at the castle.

(Everyone’s smiling so brightly and their words sound genuine. What’s with the contradicting attitude?) 

I strained my ears to pick up on what they were saying. 

Townsman: We have Prince Kagari to thank for our peaceful lives.

Townswoman: Please continue protecting us for a long time. We’ll do anything in exchange for that…!

(...)

(Ah, I get it now.)

(All of this is solely about pleasing Prince Kagari.)

(The peace in this country depends entirely on him, and so everyone celebrates him.)

(This kind of celebration is nothing unusual, but…)

Townswoman: Oh, right, Prince Kagari, did you receive any celebratory greetings and gifts from Emma?

I got startled by the sudden mention of my name.

Kagari: I haven't.

Townswoman: In that case, I’ll have to remind her again when I see her.

Townswoman: After all, having Emma celebrate your birthday would likely make you the happiest. 

As I came to know what the people were thinking, I finally understood the strange pressure I had been feeling — they wanted me to celebrate their yasha too. 

(... But I don’t think celebrations should be forced on people.) 

The emotion that swelled up within me was beyond frustration, it was heartbreaking.

(Earlier on, Prince Kagari showed no interest in his birthday, which made me hesitant to celebrate it…) 

(But now, I’ve decided that I want to give him a proper celebration… not one that's only meant to appease him.)

Emma: … Prince Kagari. 

I discreetly grabbed his hand to lead him away from the crowd as soon as possible. 

Townsman: By the way, Prince Kagari, I see you’re someone unfamiliar today.

Kagari: He’s a new subordinate of mine and a master swordsman. You all should be careful of him.

Kagari: Your heads will be easily sent flying off your shoulders if he draws his sword. 

The lie he told with a straight face worked perfectly.

Taking advantage of the people’s fear, I tugged at Prince Kagari’s hand and hurriedly pulled him away. 

…

After receiving a few more “gifts”, Prince Kagari finally went for the banquet as the sky grew dark. 

…

Kagari: I had some prior engagements today. 

As the day approached its end, the hustle and bustle gradually settled down. 

The night deepened. Under the light of the lanterns illuminating the street, I sat beneath a cherry blossom tree. 

I heard footsteps approaching me.

(... He really came.)

Prince Kagari sat close by in a spot next to me beneath the cherry blossom tree like it was the most natural thing to do.

Emma: Has the banquet ended?

Kagari: Not yet.

Emma: You managed to slip away.

Kagari: Your summon is more important. 

Cat: Nyaa

The approving meow came from Calico No.1, the cat Prince Kagari introduced to me earlier in the day.

It playfully brushed against his feet before wandering off after receiving gentle pets.

(I entrusted that little one with my letter. Looks like it was properly delivered to Prince Kagari.)

Kagari: You changed your clothes.

Emma: Yes, I wanted to meet you as my usual self. 

Emma: If I’m going to celebrate your birthday, I want to do it as the version of me you met in Kogyoku.  

Kagari: …

Emma: Happy birthday, Prince Kagari. 

Swallowing my slight nervousness, I held out the cherry blossom-patterned package I had hidden behind my back. 

His facial expression didn’t change as he accepted it.

However, he didn't refuse it either. 

Prince Kagari deftly unwrapped the package and quickly took out its contents.

Kagari: A book?

Emma: It’s a storybook from Rhodolite.

Emma: You’ve taught me many wonderful things about Kogyoku. 

Emma: It’s thrilling to discover new things about the world that I’ve never known before, so…

Emma: I chose this book because I want you to experience that thrill too. It’s one of my favourites. 

Emma: … And, if possible, I thought it might help convey Rhodolite’s charm too…

Kagari: The book is set in Rhodolite?

Emma: That’s right! It’s a collection of heartwarming short stories.

Emma: It’s the perfect remedy when you’re feeling worn out.

(Especially when peaceful moments are rare for Prince Kagari…)

(I want him to feel at ease, even if it’s only for a brief moment.)

Kagari: I almost forgot you’re a book merchant.

Kagari: You’re probably the only one who’d think of giving me a book. 

Prince Kagari took a curious look at the book’s cover and started flipping through the pages. 

He seemed interested as his eyes followed the text. 

(There was a chance he’d be uninterested in it, so I’m glad he didn't refuse the gift.)

Emma: … I’m relieved I could properly celebrate your birthday.

I let my guard down, and those words slipped my tongue before I could stop myself.

Kagari: You’re overthinking it. I’d never find it bothersome to be celebrated. 

(As expected, Prince Kagari saw right through my thoughts.)

Emma: But your detached reaction to all the greetings and gifts made me rather worried that you would. 

Kagari: … Did I come off that way?

He closed the book and lowered his jade-green eyes in a rare gesture. 

Kagari: It’s not that I dislike being celebrated, or that I’m uninterested in birthdays.

Kagari: It’s just… I still don’t know what I should be feeling when I’m being celebrated.

Kagari: It’s been a recent problem for me. 

(That’s surprising… I didn’t think his indifferent attitude was simply because he’s not used to being celebrated.)

Besides now knowing of this unexpectedly adorable side of the Yasha, there was another thing I realised.

(... “A recent problem”?

(Birthdays come every year, right? He wouldn’t call it a “recent problem” if it’s always bothered him every year…)

(Come to think of it, it’s indeed strange. As the Prince of Kogyoku, Prince Kagari should’ve had plenty of opportunities to be celebrated.)

(And yet, he’s not used to it…)

I hesitated to probe further, as I didn't want to disrespect his boundaries — and so I decided to keep my thoughts to myself. 

(... I’m still having some uncertain feelings about the way the townspeople celebrate him, but…) 

(As long as Prince Kagari doesn’t dislike it, I suppose there’s nothing for me to say.)

As our conversation came to an end, a gentle breeze blew, sending cherry blossom petals dancing in the air as they fell. 

(Wow…)

Emma: It’s beautiful.

Turning away from Prince Kagari, I reached out toward the falling petals— 

Emma: Prince Kagari?

I blinked in surprise when he suddenly gripped my skirt tightly. 

Kagari: You’ve been thinking about my birthday all day long, and now you’re completely mesmerised by cherry blossoms? 

His tone sounded slightly sulky. 

Emma: Of course I’m still thinking about your birthday.

Emma: I just think that it looks as though the cherry blossoms are celebrating too… 

Kagari: Just you celebrating it is enough. Don’t look away.

(... He’s acting kind of like a spoiled child.)

Realising that this might be Prince Kagari’s way of trying his very best to express his desire, given his unfamiliarity with being celebrated, I couldn't help but smile.

Kagari: … What are you smiling about?

Emma: It’s nothing. 

While I tried to keep my expression composed, Prince Kagari’s puzzled expression softened.

(Whoa…)

It was the first smile I’d seen from him all day. 

(... He finally smiled.)

(Even if it’s only for this one moment, as long as good memories were made on his birthday, my efforts were worthwhile.)

Not wanting him to notice my racing heart, I turned my gaze back onto the cherry blossoms, but the wrinkles in the fabric of my skirt deepened as he tightened his grip.

Silence fell between us as the wind carried the sounds of ongoing festivities in the background.

Emma: … I planned to only give you your gift, but we ended up talking for quite a while.

Emma: Shouldn’t you return to the banquet soon, Prince Kagari?

Kagari: …

Kagari: Princess, don’t you want to keep the yasha all to yourself?

Emma: I think I’ve already monopolised you enough. 

Although I said that feeling remorseful, he didn't release his grip on my skirt. 

Kagari: … I’m staying right here.

Emma: Then… I’ll take you up on the offer. 

When I nodded, Prince Kagari shifted himself to sit closer next to me. 

Our bodies touched, and the warmth seeped into my heart.

(He chose to stay by my side on such a special day.)

From the restless atmosphere, I somewhat got a sense of what he was expecting.

Emma: Can I continue celebrating your birthday for a little while longer? 

Kagari: Yeah. 

With the book in hand, Prince Kagari leaned against me. 

Kagari: If you want to celebrate, do it. I can’t guarantee I’ll safely make it to my next birthday.

Emma: … I don’t like such jokes.

Kagari: I’m not joking. But rest assured that I want you to celebrate my birthday over and over again.

(If this is how he feels, I’ll have to make sure all of my celebrations leave a lasting impression on him.)

Like a cat seeking affection, I accepted his act of affection while disregarding my rapidly beating heart. 

…

— A few days later.

When I stepped out of the inn, a cat rubbed up against me.

(It’s Calico No.1.)

Today, the cat wore a tiny rucksack and looked up at me as though to say “open it”.

I opened up the rucksack to find a small, palm sized letter.

Upon unsealing it, a short slip of paper and a cherry blossom petal fell into my hand. 

“Thanks to the book you gave me, I won’t be bored for a while. Full marks for you, Princess.”

(He likes the book I gave him.)

(If I have the chance to celebrate his birthday again next year, maybe he’ll be a little more joyful when accepting the celebration.) 

(... I really hope that'll happen.)

[sanccharine]

true vision | jh

pjo au

pairing: daughter of zeus!jihyo x mortal!reader

genre: action

word count: 0.7k

warnings: swearing and blood

a/n: more pjo stuff yippee ! thanks to my lord and saviour indigo (@eternallyghosting) for correcting my shitty English and happy (belated) jihyo day !

“You wanted to see my powers, right?” Jihyo yelled, her voice having to carry over the dozen skeletal soldiers emerging from the ground, clawing and crawling, as the crowd dispersed in a panic. 

You didn’t have time to wonder what the others saw, you know they didn’t see the animated bones like you did. But you were far too captivated with Jihyo. The smugness in her voice, the confidence you’d come to loathe as you spend the rare few months when you went to school, and coming to miss her endless energy when she leaves for some camp over the summer. 

“You’ll believe me now!” She laughed, her head tilting back at the sky, the same previously cloudless sky that slowly darkened—and you swear, Jihyo was floating. 

“I do believe you, you asshole—!”

A palm, with a grip too firm, clamped above your elbow. With a harsh tug, you were pulled, almost stumbling back. “Come on, mortal. You don’t want to be here—”

“Shouldn’t you help her?” you asked, placing your own hand over her wrist in hopes your captor, or saviour according to her, would let you go. You open your mouth again, wanting to say some colourful insults but Soyeon’s strength was not something you could overpower. 

“Trust me, she doesn’t need my help,” you could hear the disdain in her voice. Biting, but even still, you knew she respected Jihyo… at least enough to protect you. “You’re in danger, mortal, you can see.”

It was hard not to roll your eyes at that statement. Having known Jihyo for two years, you’ve heard that exact sentence just enough. Jihyo often regaled her quests and missions, but never had any monsters she speaks of attacked you. As long as you can remember, you’ve seen strange things with imaginary friends turning quickly to creatures under your bed, you figured it was all in your head. Ignorance is bliss, after all. And then Jihyo appeared in your life, for better or worse, confirming that everything you’d seen was real… of course, she couldn’t make sense of your very strange dreams that would occur from time to time. 

Regardless, the point is, you’ve never been attacked. And you certainly didn’t need protection from Soyeon. 

You looked over your shoulder and your eyes widened at the sheer amount of skeletal soldiers, all grotesque and malformed as they rose from the cracks of the earth. Struggling again to pull yourself free, your mouth open, Jihyo’s name on the tip of your tongue…

But you never said her name. Well, you couldn’t hear it, if you did say it. Nor could you see, really. 

Not over the blinding lightning bolt that struck the ground, followed closely by thunder. 

You were certain your heart stopped. Nothing else could explain how your whole chest seized at the sensation. 

Blinking away the white and blurry spots in your tear-brimmed eyes, the first of your senses to return. Soyeon was saying something to you, she’d stopped dragging you away to check on you, though her voice was barely audible over the ringing in your ears, like a never-ending dial tone. The burning smell was the next sensation, a sharp and dizzying odor, like chlorine. Electricity… that was the scent. Even if you couldn’t quite place the exact smell, you felt it. The way your hair stood on your arms and your tongue felt like lead. The static in the air around you, charged and dangerous. 

A tear trailed down your cheek, as your vision lost its bluriness and Jihyo came into focus. 

Hovering almost two meters above you, hands raised while lightning crackled around her. The ground wasn’t dissimilar with the cracked pattern where the lightning had struck, skeletal soldiers charred beyond recognition. Jihyo, she—

Soyeon gripped your jaw to turn you to her. You’ve never seen her so worried, not over you. Though you still couldn’t hear her, she was realizing what had happened. You found yourself turning back to look at Jihyo. Seeing her. 

And almost as if she knew you were watching her, Jihyo looked over her shoulder. Her eyes a striking white-gold in glow with a striking bared grin to match. Smugness. Confidence. Power. 

Another lightning strike shook the ground, but this time the image was clear in your eyes. 

One you’ve dreamt so many times over. Seen so many times over!

Like a vision.

Another tear dripped down your cheek, but you raised your hand to wipe it away. 

Crimson smudged across your fingers.  

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a/n: percy jackson aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !! yeah that's all. hope you have a good day/night :]

tagging: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

[majoryeager104]

Your arson's match, your somber eyes

“And I’ll still see it, until I die, you’re the loss of my life”

Dabi/Touya x gn!reader

Summary: losing Touya

warnings: angst but I figured that’s obvious 😅

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it all happened so fast

You met him not too long ago, bumping into him on the street late at night.

“Now just what’re you doin out so late in a place like this? You should be more careful…Could be villains around…” he teased, his scarred lips upturning into a smirk.

Despite his appearance, you couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe it was his voice, or his eyes, or the way he stuffed his hands in his pockets when he saw you like some nervous little kid, but you couldn’t manage to find the man scary. He’d just done too much already to put you at ease, despite his own awareness of this.

So you stuck with him, simple as that. And you were how his otherwise perfect track record as a dark and dangerous man was totally destroyed. Because he didn’t feel like being that around you. Because you put him at ease too. It all happened so fast.

And just like that, everything changed. You spent so much time with him, constantly taking walks or grabbing a bite together or just laying in bed staring at the ceiling, or laying on a random roof counting stars and talking about your upbringings.

Yes, he told you all about his upbringing, before his plans of revenge ever came to fruition, but he talked about those too. He wasn’t sure why, he just felt like there was some sort of invisible string tugging him towards you, pulling away his cautious exterior and making him say things he’d repeat to no one else, at least not yet.

And you listened. Despite his doubts and fears, you listened. It scared him how much he loved you, how much he’d tell you, how much he’d let you hurt him if you felt like it because he could never hate you for it. He was terrified of you, and yet so, so enamored. You could break him in an instant, but those sharp blue eyes would still loose their edge when they landed on you. It all happened so fast.

Maybe you should’ve expected it when it happened. It was inevitable, really, one look at him should have told you. He didn’t have much he was living for, and most of those reasons spelled out ‘revenge’. His fear of you expanded to what you could stop him from doing too, so after he revealed his identity to the world, you never saw him again. Funny how the one person who knew the truth, and accepted him regardless, was so blatantly discarded. It all happened so fast.

Because now, you’re walking into a dark room filled with tubes and machinery you wouldn’t dare touch, for fear that his current fragile state would be more compromised than you know it already is.

Each step is louder in your ears than the last, each breath wheezes through the machine making your heart thud heavily in your chest, like its labored by the grief you hoped you’d never have to face.

Maybe you should have known it from the beginning. That it wouldn’t last, that it’d fall apart, that the feeling in your chest that you got every time he smiled at you, the feeling of belonging when his eyes met yours… you should’ve known that feeling would only burn in your chest now and the softness of his gaze in those memories would only become more painful with time.

Nobody told you how momentary that love would be. It all happened so fast.

You stood in front of him, after god knows how long, the sound of his labored breathing drowning out any thoughts of a second chance. And all at once, you felt indescribably cold, your eyes moving up to meet his, barely visible through the glass. You should’ve gone home. You should’ve never gone down that street. You should’ve never smiled back. You should’ve known.

If someone had told you how hard this would be, you might have never given him a chance to break your heart like this. The man who abandoned you in the hopes that you’d give up, the villain who loved you so much that it was almost embarrassing.

The man who’s labored breathing slowly came to a stop, the ever present beeping of the machines surrounding you going flat into staticy buzz. It all happened so fast.

The man so terrified of your love, now utterly broke you with his. What a tragedy.

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Thanks for 200 followers enjoy crying ig because I cried writing it 🥲

[frozenjokes]

[scar txt] saw a human smile once and thought it was so weird. hasn’t stopped since

[grian txt] you are in danger

[mumbo txt] just got thrown around like a beach ball

I love swap aus of my own aus and mumbomaid is no exception… mermaid scar and Grian would be especially funny to me because personality wise like. Exact opposite of mermaid mumbo. Grian would sway on the more cautious side but similarly to human scar in this au he has no sense of danger. only wonder and whimsy. AND LOOK THERE’S A HUMAN ON THE BEACH!!!!! DOYOU THINK IT’LL LET ME PET IT :3333??? (mumbo would not but mumbo is also too slow and gets scooped up regardless. he thinks he’s gonna die and he’s right because scar’s ass is not gonna remember humans need air to breathe.. good thing there’s Grian)

After seeing scar not instantly die Grian would also engage in shaking mumbo around like a stuffed animal. They would not release him. like children with a kitten

[mediacinemtographyartetc]

I agree with Op.

Take a look at Tony Starks B.A.R.F program. Re-creating a scene and changing it to come to terms with his parents death. Fiction and art is used the same, people re-create the truamatic scenario and create a sandbox and change it.

It removes the person from their truama and makes them look at it objectively, through the victim, the abuser, or the event (Such as a car crash/ptsd/etc)

It's no different than playing with dolls and creating fake scenarios.

And yes just like maladaptive daydreaming, dissociating things to an extreme can be bad NO ONE IS SAYING IT'S NOT. Staying in a bad mindspace too long and even being unable to differentiate fiction from reality like Anne Wilkes and being physically upset over fiction can be harmful to yourself and others.

Yes the internet is NOT safe for kids/ and vunerable people but it never was, and an individual person is in control of the content they view.

If I turned on the tv and flick through channels I would flick past, cartoons, surgery, news showing triggering content, game shows, then adverts to break it up.

I can understand the argument of why people think enjoying Mature/dark content could probably reflect a persons tastes outside that Media consumption.

However it's not a simple black and white topic that everyone can agree with, with so many arguments go against it, for example emo's and music that sings about suicide. Does it promote suicide? Or were people already like that with or without the music, the music didn't promote it or claim it was cool or okay to do, people are drawn to it regardless if they did self-harm or not as they felt heard or just liked the song sometimes it's not that deep.

But making generalisations that listening to artists like that means everyone is promoting dangerous habits- of course people are going to defend themselves the fuck? And when it's something that no one had a problem with as in thousands of artists/fans and communties never saw it as a problem before until now just because some people can't understand it's just a song? People who don't go that far, but implying people are dumb that they would go so far only because of a song is to dismiss peoples struggles and looking down on someone is so ignortant and shows a severe lack of empathy. People listen to that music and feel better after, because not everyday feels like sunshine and rainbows.

And sometimes not everyone wants to watch Disney cartoons and spoon-fed content that's unoffensive.

Sometimes people want to be challenged, some shows are opening up delicate topics that people are too afraid to talk about and keep it as vague characters to discuss with to be more informed. But taking such a topic that deserves tlc and charging in like a bull and jumping to accusations make people bottle up and no one talks about such things. There are even people who claim they demonise certain media in public- but then enjoy it in private. | People think they're cultivating a safe enviroment but as an observer whose too old for this- I'm just noticing a pattern. |

That it comes across as conservative pearl clutching parents not telling kids sex-ed then having the nerve to act shocked they end up pregnant and instead of explaining or even giving support- instead kick them out the house and disown them.

In this metaphor, instead of explaining to minors in a none condescending tone- non-insulting, and explain critical thinking. But instead harrass, dox then accuse victims of being the abusers themselves.

Like congrats you called someone a degenerate piece of shit that deserves to die, or deserves their truama like THANK YOU.

I'm sure they realised you're argument is valid and will stop watching this anime/ webtoon you claimed was encouraging immoral behaviours like WHAT A HERO! (Sarcasm in case that wasn't obvious)

But the funny thing is, seeing those same people demonise one media, then indulge in something else that has those same 'Mature/dark themes' they were just demonsing.

"Oh no this is different, all women who watch yaoi get off on men fucking and fetish gay men the utter disgusting heathens and that yaoi is always based in high school! ew imagine getting off on two teenagers fucking- huh? What about Heartstopper? That's differernt! And that kid tottally deserved to be publicaly outed and harrased for playing a queer actor and expose his privacy just to calm down the masses!"

Not claiming the above is mostly anti's but harrasing and bullying online is so common now because thats the online presence anti's have cultivated - my point is that people who think fiction affects reality, are the same types who take it too far in hero-worship and parasocial relationships with celebrities playing their comfort characters/ or writers making their favourite franchises.

antis will always say something like "profic isn't good for your mental health! this isn't a healthy coping mechanism!" and yet not a single therapist would ever recommend that people bottle up their thoughts, feelings & urges. people NEED an outlet, especially for trauma survivors. in terms of outlets, what would you rather have? seeking comfort in fiction where nobody gets hurt, or seeking comfort in acting on real life people and changing the trajectory of their lives? if you say "neither," then im afraid you're missing the point. you can't heal trauma by ignoring it, that makes it worse. also hating profic because you pretend to care about someone's mental health is such a bad excuse. people cope differently and that's OK! how does it affect you? their trauma isn't yours, and even if you experienced similar trauma, you have no right to shame others for how they choose to cope. it's not your place! you're not making the internet a safer space by dictating how people should / shouldn't cope, you're just being an ass!

[driftingballoons]

you know a 12 y/o would abuse the heck out of these

[apuff]

my chemical tober :D

[wickmitz]

I decided to start talking about Wick and Rocky's relationship because I like their dynamics too, I like seeing Wick scared of Rocky and Rocky being aggressive with him, which is unusual because Rocky is rarely aggressive with anyone, but of course Wick is an exception to rule

Also my mini opinion about their possible relationship, I think that if Rocky didn't have to fight for his place, then he and Wick could become friends, or at least tolerate each other a little, I also see some superficial similarities, their gentlemanly and romantic natures, and their common love for explosions (remembering the quarrymen chapter), but this is my assumption, I think that I don't understand the characters' personalities well, so I can be wrong in this assumption, something like that. So, what do you think about their relationship?

for starters, i cannot thank you enough for this ask! as i’ve said previously, i have many thoughts on these two, so it’s nice to finally be able to share some of them. although given the extent to which i think about them, i apologize in advance if this is sloppy and sort of everywhere … while i’ll try to structure things the best i can, i cannot promise i’ll succeed! but hopefully this is an enjoyable reply nonetheless.

one of my favorite things about rocky and wick’s relationship is absolutely how aggressive rocky is towards the aristocrat ; he is prone to glares and cruel jokes and borderline hissing whenever the man is within his line of sight, or can be brought to a wailing-fit over the mere mention of his name from miss m’s mouth. there is a childishness to it, but a very prominent threat as well in spite of rocky’s usual incompetence. so he goes out of his way to posture around wick, readily lying and adorning himself with the gangster drapes he so badly wants to wear, in the hopes that it intimidates … will even badmouth wick’s family and make fun of his name and rock related obsession to mitzi, and so on so forth! yet all of this is very reminiscent of schoolyard bullying rather than anything too severe, though we as the audience understand rather quickly that rocky would bash wick’s head in with a tire iron if he could. ( translation : if it wouldn’t earn the tears or hate of a certain beloved mitzi may ) and it’s all very intense despite the absence of actual violence! and i understand why many fans see this as unusual for rocky and believe that it’s only wick who makes him act so aggressively, but i’d argue it isn’t really wick at all that prompts such scary reactions from him … and that rocky is a deeply angry character who’s a.) been boiling quietly for a long, long time and b.) has turned wick into a punching bag of sorts for this inner world of resentment and hurt. basically, when he’s judging the well-to-do or poking fun, his eyes don’t look at wick and actually acknowledge him as sedgewick sable ; instead this is a being, something vague and metaphorical, who threatens to upseat rocky’s permanence in the lackadaisy and steal away his savior, and he’s had a hand in the violinist’s misfortune for a long time.

obviously, rocky doesn’t think wick robbed him of his family twice over and made him homeless, but he is channeling the fear and anguish of those events into his loathing for wick, if that makes sense? it’s easier that way -- to finally have an outlet for everything bleeding inside of you, to be able to bite and claw at something without feeling conflicted or having to take personal accountability for your own mistakes … which is something that i think rocky does struggle with to a degree. he is sort of a finger pointer! his pain has to be worth something, it has to be for someone else ; spending years homeless and losing his last bit of family was for freckle, and the scrambling of his literal brain was for mitzi, and that means he can’t ever be angry with them! well, except that he is, somewhat, but he buries it deep down instead of feeling it. with freckle there is a sense of strain between them -- an air of ‘you owe me’ from rocky to freckle as he uses freckle to appease miss m, and he constantly pokes fun at his cousin too. it’s lighter than his jabs at wick, but there’s a constant pestering, a reminder of how good freckle has it : how he’s got the mom and the house and the job and the girl most notably. i don’t think rocky is intending to come across as mean, and to his credit he hardly does! but it’s rather clear to me that some part of him, some hidden and deeply hurt part, is rather indignant about taking the fall for freckle all those years ago. which he can’t understand, because how could he? he made that choice, he decided to take accountability for something he didn’t do because he loves freckle and knows it’d be so easy to believe this family tragedy was roark’s fault ; the devilish child he was, all troublesome and too broken to properly fit anywhere. so there is a disconnect born here, where rocky can’t comprehend that he’d be angry at freckle, so instead these not so great feelings are placed elsewhere and silently boil over time. and with mitzi … i don’t think he’s angry at her per se, but there is a frustrated and desperate chorus of : why him and why not me, when i’m the one out here dying for you? which is certainly unpleasant. of course, rather than allowing those feelings to be more aimed at miss m, whom he feels unloved by, he ( again! ) represses these emotions and allows them to fester into his greatest fears and fantastical complexes. i think there is a lot of other miscellaneous anger he could have towards others too … perhaps some part of him is sore upon seeing ivy’s normal lifestyle, watching her go to university and knowing that’s been taken from him. or an ache felt when hearing stories from zib and the band and how they used to travel successfully, living as nomads, and rocky is all too reminded of his similar lifestyle and how he couldn’t make it work as effortlessly. people with immense trauma are more prone to irrational anger and jealousy, to viewing everything around them as unfair and believing it’s even more unjust that so many people get to live comfortably while they’ve suffered. a situation that gets more messy when you’re someone like rocky, a man who’s willingly made choices that have harmed himself and wants to continue on with his smiling, bumbling fool of an act. he does not want to be angry, does not want to see it within himself, i think, which leads to an accidental increase of it.

all of this is to reiterate that wick is a scapegoat for rocky and nothing more. it’s why he’s rather hypocritical whenever it concerns the man. for example, it was stated by tracy that he looks down upon wick for his excessive presence at the bar, yet he appears to enjoy hanging out with zib -- who drinks just as often! he makes fun of how all wick ever talks about is rocks, when he himself is prone to poetry rambles that people find irritating or boring, and etc etc. this is also just a human nature thing, to critique someone you heavily dislike and even going as far as to belittle things you love or do in your own day to day because you just hate them that bad! but given rocky’s willingness to befriend anyone, it more so reeks of a dehumanization element. wick is every obstacle in his way, every divine force that threatens to send him packing again, so he is equal parts unnerved by wick’s presence and angry about it. it is mostly a fear response we are seeing, an emotion that’s morphed into long held resentment and anger. so his actions are extremely defensive, with him trying to push wick far away and keep him and mitzi separate, like some sort of animal attempting to ward off a threat that’s come too close to their home. despite the loaded animosity there, this hate has hardly reached its peak … but it shall only grow more intense as things continue onward i’m afraid, since as it stands ( in the comic at least ) rocky is at an all time low … and is ten times more desperate. i’d honestly say wick has become so warped in his mind’s eye that he can only strive towards ‘winning’ over the other man, because that’s all he can see anymore. i think mitzi implying that wick willingly helped her out, the intense head injury, and rocky’s fragile emotional state is exactly what pushes him towards premeditated murder in look-see. i don’t know how people perceive that arc, but to me it’s very clear that rocky actively sought to see the deaths of wes and fish that night. going as far as to lament that he’d be, “very disappointed if ( he ) dreamed them,” and purposefully luring the marigold duo away to have freckle pick them off. while you could argue that this was a smart move, in a gangster sort of sense, there’s still no denying that rocky is oddly chipper about the whole thing and is now seeking death out ; whereas before his methods of vengeance were just, well, ruining people’s livelihood but ultimately leaving them alive. this isn’t to discredit the fact that rocky is going through something! he is in a very muddled and dark place, mentally and physically, but even tracy has said that the head injury hasn’t changed rocky’s personality -- it’s only brought things to the surface.

source : q&a with tracy .

which, yeah! makes sense! head trauma can cause a person to become a wreck emotionally ( think mood swings, irritability, etc ) but it doesn’t completely morph someone either. personality changes may occur, but it’s not like you’re being rewritten entirely, you know? and given tracy’s old statement, it’s clear that ‘personality changes’ aren’t a side effect he’s suffering from. something that adds to my beginning statement, which is that rocky is a deeply angry and troubled person, more so than fans give him any credit for.

however, to touch upon your mini opinion about these two, i actually wholeheartedly agree that rocky and wick could become friends if circumstances were different. they do in fact have many superficial similarities, but one of the more prominent things they deeply share is never really belonging in the groups they frequent. this is more overt with rocky’s character, yet wick faces it too in subtle ways. the well-to-do crowd, seen through the investors, find the gentleman to be lacking in about every place imaginable ; to them he is an obsessive freak who cares too deeply for meager rocks, something they constantly mock him for, while he’s also being noticeably set apart from the rest of them … he seems younger than the investors, more excitable, passionate, and a little less experienced, and doesn’t seem to care for money or reputation as much as them either. there is a constant rubbing between him and them, where what he enjoys is seen as wrong, such as his love for the lackadaisy and his choice in paramor, a grieving widow with extremely dangerous ties. we also know that wick doesn’t have many friends at all, with the only two he has being lacy and church ( church is listed as such on his character profile, in a sort of tongue-in-cheek way ), both of whom work for or with him. they are obliged to hang around, and while they care in varying ways, they are prone to judging him just as much. honestly, it’s not shocking that wick seeks refuge at his chosen speakeasy! but even there he is rather distant from everyone else. he doesn’t speak to zib ever in the comics, nor seems all too close with viktor, ivy, or horatio … it is merely mitzi he is close to, even if he knows of the other people who work there. and, once again, wick very obviously doesn’t fit in. he is not gangster material, could never be an atlas may replacement, much less someone who could get his paws dirty in such an active way. so he has his feet in two different worlds and doesn’t know how to fit into either of them, or which one he actually wants to fit into more. i think in many ways rocky could relate -- these are two very lonely people who wish to belong somewhere and be accepted by some group or another but go about it in all the wrong ways. wick, who is too hesitant to fully commit to what he wants and is worse off for it, and then rocky, who obsessively throws himself against what he wants until he breaks every bone in his body. they also have explosives to bond over, lol, and other miscellaneous things like their taste in women i suppose … but this potential bond adds to the tragedy of lackadaisy, where we see two people who on every level should get along but we’re burdened with the knowledge that it’s an impossibility anyway, because there’s no removing the circumstance of which they’re in.

though i like to believe that despite wick’s fear of rocky, he maintains a kindness towards him regardless. i think his worries about rocky are rather surface level … he doesn’t know the boy at all, really, and thus can’t make heads or tails of him, hence him believing the lie in balderdash. so when i’m feeling particularly self indulgent, i like imagining a world where they’re forced together and sort of ‘stuck’ together ; to which rocky finally breaks and exposes his wounds to wick, in every sense of the word, and wick finally gets him. the aggression, the possessiveness of mitzi … it is all fear and desperation and a profound sadness, things he’d sympathize with. if rocky was able to explain that he loathes wick because if he saves the lackadaisy then mitzi won’t need him anymore and that it’s not fair that wick gets to so easily fix things when rocky would give his soul for his home, for her, and how wick could render every sacrifice he’s already made for naught by smoothing things over with some greenbacks and he can’t lose this, he just can’t --! … which, well, wick is too kind of a man to be able to do anything except feel awful, even though it’s not his fault at all. here we have two people who could coexist! and they should, since rocky logically can’t do every speakeasy job ( band member, rumrunner, mitzi’s shadow, also the guy who gets the money for the hooch ) by himself, just like how wick can’t save the lackadaisy with only his cash and limited booze stash. it’d be a joint cooperation, a collaboration between them, both equally important in the grand scheme of crime’s every turning wheel … but rocky’s rage and fear won’t let him see that, and likely never will. still, in scenarios where everything ends up alright for the lackadaisy and the people involved in it ( which is not how canon will go, by the way ), i fancy wick and rocky getting better within their relationship. rocky will always be prickly and quick to upset around the other man sadly, but perhaps he could see wick in a softer kind of light. or at least understand vaguely enough that he isn’t out to get rocky, so to speak. and then maybe wick learns that pancakes soothe rocky’s ire and poorly makes them anytime he wishes to talk to the man, and other fun things like that! but you should have more confidence in your character analysis skills, because you were spot on ( at least in my eyes ) about them potentially getting along if things were different. it’s certainly a fun aspect to play around with, and is important to note when discussing their relationship so you can fully understand just how warped rocky’s perspective on things are. and how unstable and traumatized he is too, of course </3 sidenote, but i also hope that throughout everything i’ve said here, or anything i’ve said before on my blog, that my love for rocky and my own sympathy for him comes across well enough. while he’s deeply flawed and i have no qualms discussing said flaws in depth, i also don’t think of him as some insane freak who’s evil at his core or anything like that. honestly, i adore analyzing him so much as a character because of how far down his issues go! he’s very well written, i’ll say, as is wick and many of the other characters, but i digress.

once more, thank you for the ask! i’ll end this here because i fear if i don’t i’ll start going in circles, since their relationship is so vast and very important for rocky in a character sense. hopefully i shed some more light on it though! i love these two to bits and pieces and i wouldn’t be half as invested in lackadaisy if their dynamic wasn’t so monumental -- at least to me.

[sympathytea]

Fun fic related stuff about the diamond sword goobers below CW for: References to body horror, paranoia and a bit of unreality? hopefully using that word right

So keen eyed viewers might notice that this image has..some things in it that are a bit off. Most obvious one being Ferre, so we'll start with him. (And how convenient! He's first in line!) Ferre in my fic's universe has respawned more than a few times. Less than Evbo overall but did it over a longer period of time. Respawning in my fic has some consequences if you do it too many times. Kinda like Emesis Blue's respawn machine but not as heavy into the body horror. We're still getting into body horror territory, but nothing super extreme. Think of say, zombification. Or perhaps vampirism. A little bit of both. Its a bit hard to tell (mostly my fault for overshading him whoops.) but Ferre's skin has started to turn grey-ish in some places. Its blotchy. Scars and sewn parts of his clothes are typical of respawning, but the skin turning grey is not. We're gonna simplify this and call this process Respawn Degradation. Respawn Degradation is not fully understood, mainly because Ferre is the only lad who is actively experimenting with it (until Evbo comes around, who is also, undergoing said degradation) He documents his work in a language that only he and MinuteTech can read. Wemmbu and Julie cannot read their work, and probably shouldn't for their own sake. The way Ferre figures this stuff out is disconcerting to put it lightly. Ferre is handling this about as well as one can handle something like this happening against their will, and still has an active support group now that he is on the diamond sword level, its still not great. Just because he's stopped respawning as often doesn't make the process stop happening.

Ferre's ears look similar to MinuteTech's, and that's on purpose. MinuteTech's species is a shade, rather than a human. They come in a few varieties, and are locked to the grayscale in terms of skin color. Shades always have white eyes, and while MinuteTech resembles smoke, they can be fluffy, smooth or scaled. I'm probably gonna make them their own post. The final form of full Respawn Degradation, according to Ferre is highly suspected to be a shade. Shades naturally spawn into various civilizations, but Ferre notes that this probably isn't the only way they can occur. He's dreading the day he loses his humanity fully, but his friends that he considers his family loves him regardless, even if he thinks otherwise. MinuteTech reminds him that he isn't alone, even if he doesn't fully understand what he's actually going through. Speaking of not fully understanding..

Wemmbu is an interesting case. I have partially made them out of character, mainly because when I was characterizing him, I was going off of the finale and the gold sword level interaction. But he's still a supportive friend and sociable, but quieter and less likely to suggest bad ideas. Being the defacto therapist friend of the group, he talks with their friends and offers up advice where he can, although their knowledge is pretty thoroughly limited and also, not as reliable as it may appear. Wemmbu is also, notorious for not taking their own advice. He tends to keep to themself. And also never tells anyone anything about whats going on with him and handles himself by taking sips of slowfall potions every now and then as a form of self medicating. They've all murdered to get to paradise, but Wemmbu took the rules of the sword civilization horribly. Someone with as much compassion and empathy for others simply should not be able to handle doing the things he did. But he did them anyway. Occasionally hearing whispers, and seeing things out of the corner of his eye, feeling hands where there aren't. For awhile Wemmbu rationalized this as "being haunted". It wasn't. Despite being in a place that is safe, he sees danger where there isn't any. And when they first met Ferre, Wemmbu wasn't in as good of a spot as he is now. Occasionally hallucinations will get worse, sometimes they go away for awhile. Its generally not easy to tell what is actually there and what isn't. How do they cope with this? Writing everything. Anything. Small things, details, anything to make it easier to differentiate between reality and fabrications created by the mind. This isn't foolproof, but its been working for them so far. Wemmbu takes notes on his friends, too. This in turn also helps stave off things that don't seem to align with how they are established within their interactions. "Julie is clearly planning to poison me one day!!!" Why would she do that? She cares about him. There was nothing that would indicate this before. Disregarded. "I think Mint is planning to kill us all and run away for another civilization." Definitely not. He's insecure about that even becoming a possibility. Ignored. "Ferre is going to jump off of something. I just know it. I feel it." While he does relapse once in awhile, they know the signs of that coming when they see it. Put on hold. In the background of the image there's a faint shadow, isn't there? Its not actually there. Julie would've most certainly noticed since its pretty close to her. Its still worth documenting the appearance of it, or lack thereof. To make it less scary if it comes back later. Disclaimer btw: My writing isn't perfect. Nobody is, really. So hopefully how I characterize Wemmbu is. Okay at worst? I've personally had occasional tactile hallucinations and paranoid thoughts, but I'm not a medical expert and thus not. particularly diagnosing him with anything specific. Mainly because I too, am not diagnosed with anything specific for this. Funny, isn't it. There are things planned for Julie and MinuteTech (who goes by many nicknames in the group, for fun) but this reblog is already kinda dragging? So perhaps they'll be a future post. Preferrably not a meme one.

To explain the crime i've just committed: Drew the diamond swords in a row because I thought it would be cute. Added the color band that appeared in the diamond sword level. Realized I accidentally made Weezer's blue album cover. Went through all 5 stages of grief. Decided to double down and add the font in there for good measure because there was no way I could unsee this. You have to live with this now.

[tariah23]

This is such a harmful sentiment to push considering that you don’t necessarily have to be “attractive,” (beauty is subjective, yada yada) in order for men to want to harm you in the slightest… like man, what…

[brick-van-dyke]

As the US election closes in and the final states take to the polls, I want to remind people to turn out and protest.

Yep, protest. Strike, disrupt, be out there on the street regardless of who you voted for or who wins. I expect to see you all out there demanding; access to abortion nation wide, protections against discrimination, free universal healthcare, a free Palestine, anti war, prison abolition, to increase the minimum wage, and for a US free of the electoral college and that counts votes as votes.

Yes, you can say "you should vote for Harris" and do so as much as you like, but do not forget the power you have through your own everyday actions away from the polls and that of protesting. Do not use the excuse that your right to vote means it's somehow more foundational or important than the right to protest. You have the ability to create direct action and that is so so important, please don't just expect a rich representative to stick to their promises every time you vote; you have power too, never forget that.

This system will not change until we, the people, make it. There is NO representative that can ever change the system that allowed them in, and likewise; this system will never allow a candidate that would stop it from continuing and/or ensuring its designated purpose of oppression and subjugation. Resist, regardless of the results.

Long live the resistance.

[chibishortdeath]

Great googley moogley it’s all going to shit! Every day becomes exponentially more terrifying!

And all perfectly timed to just right at the start of what’s supposed to be my adult life where I get my shit together and be useful and productive!

[shmowder]

just need to vent about the Olympics

[byanyan]

@lee-sol gets 🤳 + 12 for:

ㅤbyan's romantic partner

ㅤit's not somewhere you ever thought you'd be, in a committed relationship with one person. in love. you've always been alone and you thought you'd always stay that way, but here he is... caring about you, even though he was never supposed to. you let yourself take a risk and, for once, it's paid off. for once, it didn't end in the abandonment you're accustomed to. instead, you're... happy. you're not alone. you feel like a real person. he makes you feel like a real person for the first time in your life and you know that he loves you just as much as you love him, and it... still scares you, sometimes. you still don't think you deserve him, nor all that he's done for you, but you're so overwhelmingly grateful for it all the same.ㅤㅤ(temp)

[inazuma-fulgur]

I will also defend trans men here, I see vitriol about both just by different people.

Men, and women keeping proximity to men in media/political circles, target trans women for being predators and for mutilating themselves

Same for trans men actually, just by women and men keeping a proximity to those women. This one is a little weird though, because trans men post transition are predators and trans men pre transition are always victims who are tricked into mutilating themselves.

This isn't just on tv, this is stuff my neighbors and coworkers tell me. Austensibly, in my experience, cis women are negative towards trans men and largely neutral or positive towards trans women, whereass cis men are negative towards both

Non binary people don't even exist because they don't touch on the framework people use to understand themselves, so they can just be denied and don't require any arguments beyond "lmao silly"

[webism]

sugar daddy!gojo who cuts a deal with you one evening: for each orgasm he can pull from you, he'll transfer $1000 into your account. who has you on your back, sweat soaked and fucked boneless as he brings you to your eighth climax of the night.

who, instead of dirty talk, or talking you through it, he coos about all the things you'll get to buy with what you earn. "can get your nails done so pretty, oh and that bag i know you've been looking at baby," because cocky is an understatement and you're too cumdrunk to tell him to shut up even if you wanted to.

sugar daddy!gojo who pays your rent on the condition that he has his own key cut for him to use as he pleases. sometimes you'll come home to a new set of lingerie laid out on your bed. sometimes you'll open the door to flowers on the kitchen counter, other times it's diamonds.

who sometimes surprises you when you're home, too. he sneaks in as you're showering and gives you the fright of your life as he hops in with you. it's okay, though, because he makes up for the scare by dropping to his knees and eating you out with such scalding passion you barely notice the heat of the water against your skin any longer.

sugar daddy!gojo who takes you shopping with the intention of showing you off. of course people turn their heads when a pretty thing like you walks by with his hand dangerously low on your back. bags hang off his free arm full of gifts for you, who he loves spoiling more than life itself.

who can and will fuck you in the dressing room if you show him an outfit that he particularly likes. no one will notice, bar from the slightly sore gait you walk with for the rest of the day. pushes you against the full length mirror and fills you with his cum, makes you spend the rest of the day shopping with him leaking out of you.

sugar daddy!gojo who buys you a car despite always being the one to drive you around. he likes being behind the wheel with one hand inching up your thigh just a little higher at each red light. you swear he brought you your car just to show off, just to make the purchase obsolete.

who fucks you in it regardless of the fact that it never sees the road. parked in your garage it sees more movement than it ever would otherwise. he hardly fits even in the backseat, but it's worth it when his legs are splayed and you're bouncing on his cock like you have no regard for the expensive leather lined seats. not that it really matters if you mess them—he can buy another car.

sugar daddy!gojo who likes giving you your allowance in cash, just so he can have you on your knees with your lips wrapped around his cock as he lazily counts out the thousands he'll gift you. every time you make him feel particularly good, he reaches over into his safe and pulls out a few more notes to add to the pile—laughs when you moan around his cock at the sight.