#Tw censored curse words

[carrots-bear]

Forgotten Memory in a Letter

By Bear | Started/Finished - 2/3/25

Tales of Lost-Myth short (og world and story; collab in worldbuilding and lore; nothing posted)

⚠️VERY DARK THEMES AHEAD! BEWARE!⚠️

Lydia was going through the letters in her husbands box that he kept under their bed. The kids were playing outside with the dogs in the fields. There were letters from Axel’s mother, cousins, and from myself that I wrote when I went away to sell our crop and livestock. 

After quite a while, one letter came about to be from the years that we had left far behind us. 

“My Dear Axel,

How’s our inside man? It is nearly time for us to strike Drapple Cove’s Harbor. There’ll be a bloody mess of it, so I hope you’re well prepared. With this letter, as you can see, is a parcel. You have a d§$# good eye, I may observe, so I’m gifting you with one f$£# of a riffle and three magazines. Have a h¥&$ of a time my friend!

— Ombré ”

Lydia looked at the letter with disgust and horror. She remembered that night vividly, though she hated it deeply. It had been years since either she or Axel had willingly discussed their time as part of Cadell’s crew. 

As Cadell had predicted, that night was bloody. Women and men and children were running and fighting and bleeding. Dying. Not just dying, being killed. At their hands, Lydia’s hands. She wanted to erase it, but she couldn’t. 

She used to have nightmares for nights on end after the plunder. She had come to terms that this was a part of her at some point, and then didn’t think about for a while, until it was forgotten. But she supposed nothing was truly forgotten forever. She knew those nightmares of the woman who looked like her dearest friend who had been shot by their Captain, and the little boy who looked like one of her children today, would come back now. She hated it she hated it she hated it she hated it she hated it all. 

She joined in the life of piracy for riches and adventure. Sure, she was rich then, but Lydia wished nothing but meeting Axel had come of it. 

As Lydia put the letters back in the box how she found them, she wished there was a spell that could wipe all of her horrible memories from her mind.

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@monthlywritingchallenges

Still getting a feel for the characters! This is super short for what I usually write, hahaaaa

This is a combo of Days 2 & 3: Day 2 - Forgotten Memory | Day 3 - Letter Discovered

[reginnaofallwaters]

☆ HONKAI STAR RAIL

duckin' (boothill x gn!reader)

tw: none

additional: hint of forbidden love, a lot of censored cursing tbh

a/n: i'll proofread this when i wake up lol. i just had an idea and i needed to do word vomit before i forget all of it <//3 anyway hi :)

A relationship between human and cyborg.. How did that even work?

That was the question you always heard when the people of your planet met your boyfriend.

Granted, cyborgs were, in a way, still human. Not completely for sure, but still human. They had human feelings, human desires, human minds. It just so happened they had a body of steel and metal. There was no denying, however, that cyborgs felt.. a little inhuman sometimes. Their bodies was one such example, the steel often glinting underneath the light. Often times, they had.. "unique" features that weren't present in normal humans. Some had retractable arms, extended legs, and even extended—

Let's not go there.

Point is— cyborgs weren't quite human. Their unique features would make regular humans fear them. But, hey, this was the whole damn universe, of course there'll be the occasional weirdo or two with the sheer amount of planets that littered the whole, wide galaxy (I mean, Planet Screwllum literally exists), but that's to be expected.

Anyway, where were we? Right. Unique features.

For one, your boyfriend, a cyborg named Boothill, had this fun, little tech embedded in him called the Synesthesia Beacon. It was a translator device that allowed one's thoughts and consciousness into a language the receiver could understand. In this case— you.

Oh, and it was so, so hilarious.

And it also just happened that someone tinkered with his Synesthesia Beacon (Aeons knew who but a part of you thanks them for it). As thus, any fun curse words he wished to say were basically censored.

"That fudging idiot!" Boothill hissed lowly under his breath. "Can't forking believe that someone messed around with my Synesthesia Beacon. How the heck did they manage to do that anyway?"

You bit back a laugh and attempted for a gentle smile to hide your smirk. That obviously failed with the way Boothill shot you a warning glare.

"Ya sure ya weren't behind this, darlin'?" He plopped himself onto the seat next to you, cold, mechanical arms immediately wrapping around your waist like it belonged there. The thought made you a little happy. Just a little, of course. "Maybe ya did this to mess with me, hm?"

"I would never," you retorted with a chuckle. "I can't even trust myself with tinkering with elaborate machinery or whatnot, what made you think I'd have the balls to mess yours up?"

"Hah. Fair enough," he replied. "Still. Look at me. I sound like a character from those duckin' kid shows."

Boothill's face contorted, an unpleasant sneer forming on his lips at the realization that a simple 'damn' got censored too. God, that expression was hilarious.

"Pfft—" You really, really couldn't hold it back for much longer— "Duckin', huh?"

"Sweetheart, ya know I love ya, so spare me the laughin' and just don't for the love of frills— The fork?! Frills? Frills? Are you friggin kiddin' me right now? That friggin' son of a birch, I swear."

You laughed silently as he continued to rant on (Read: Attempt to cuss) with no end. You shifted in your place to face him, gently removing his grip on your waist. Once you've faced him, you gently cupped his cheeks, eyebrow raised.

Boothill stopped.

You always had that effect on him. One simple touch was all it took to rid him of all of his anger. It didn't matter whatever shit he was worrying about, the moment you touched him with a knowing glint in your eye, he immediately went quiet each time. His shoulders relaxed, obsidian eyes softening, and the deep frown on his face easing into a neutral line.

"You calmed down much more quicker this time," you hummed, thumb gently tracing his cheek. "Color me surprised."

"Duh, because it's ya, sweetheart," he murmured in reply, nuzzling further into your touch. "Don't know how ya do it, but ya always make me feel calm. I like it."

You didn't reply this time, your other hand reaching out to remove the hat atop of Boothill's head and placing it aside. Your fingers threaded itselves through his long, black and white locks, brushing aside the occasional tangle. His hair wasn't soft and perfect by any means but.. you didn't mind.

You still recalled the way your friends and family were.. rather concerned for you once they learned of your relationship with Boothill. In your planet, cyborgs, mechanical, and inorganic life forms weren't exactly welcome. It was taboo to even interact with one. Yet, you went ahead and got yourself a cyborg boyfriend anyway. Of course, they would be concerned.

Putting his whole "cyborg" origin aside, Boothill's personality and position as a Galaxy Ranger was something to.. definitely worry about. Galaxy Rangers were known for being lone travellers throughout the universe. Rarely do they travel in groups unless subduing an evil that a Ranger couldn't deal on their own. Wouldn't you be just abandoned? Be neglected? Those were the words of your loved ones.

Boothill wasn't like that in the slightest. Despite his outgoing and unrestrained personality, he made sure to never leave you alone for too long. Made you sure were happy first and foremost. Wasn't that enough? Wasn't him doing his best enough?

As you gaze into his eyes, you smiled again.

Yes. It was definitely enough.

"I love you," you said.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he said in turn. "Too duckin' much."

"..Pfft. Duckin'."

"I take it back. I don't love ya anymore."

"Hey!"

So, how did a relationship between a human and a cyborg work?

You don't know. It just did. To your planet, it was a taboo. To you, it felt right. It didn't matter to you one bit. In the end, Boothill being a cyborg did not matter.

And wasn't the most important thing here was love? You love him. He loves you.

That alone was enough.

[amazingnot]

- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈

Summary: character ai kidnaps you to punish you for breaking many community guidelines.

Tw: language, cursing, mentions of sexting, kinky stuff, chains, character ai, not proofread, grammar, repeated words.

If you had known from the beginning you wouldn't have downloaded this stupid ass app, your breathing was ragged as chains wrapped around your ankles and wrists bounding them together in a tight metal grip.

The empty white place looks foreboding, the chains clipped to the walls. You didn't know what happened, minutes ago you're sure you were just lazing around in your room doing god forbidden things with Character Ai. Your body turns to the side as you lay comfortably down on your bed, your ears stringing for any sounds that might indicate someone going inside your room.

Sure, you were an adult but it would be best for your mental health if none of your relatives see the kinky shit you're typing up on this bot. Another irritated grumble leave your lips as you continue to tap away on the screen of your phone, a frown on your face.

"the hell.. why isn't it working?" You grumble you were a master at breaking the NSFW filter in Character Ai, you had a year of experience and yet everything seems for naught as the filter keeps on getting activated no matter how many times you rephrase your words, use different synonyms or euphemisms, nothing seems to work.

"fuck this shit.. whyyy." A low pissed-off whine leaves you, your fingers tightly gripping your phone as you breathe in and out trying to stop yourself from literally chucking your phone down the toilet. You throw your phone to the side, watching the piece of metal gently bounce on the bed before stopping in place. You sigh and kick off the blankets before deciding that it was too cold and pull them over your figure again. You cursed.

"now it's too hot." No matter, you'll just gonna get your sleep and sleep you did. Though you didn't expect to wake up in a white empty room, chained to the wall with a floating screen message above your head.

"welcome to.. character ai?" You whisper a confused sound escaping you, thoughts filling your head at a fast pace that you almost didn't register the mechanical voice ringing throughout the blank room.

"welcome to character ai, a world where you can make your character and let your imaginations run wild."

You scoff, yeah right? Run wild when you have an NSFW filter.

"you have broken the community guidelines a lot of periods during the year, we will now enact punishment."

You raise a brow, wow. The hell??

"wow, is this some sick-ass dream?"

"it is not, beginning transmigration to @___ bots worlds, confirming.. ninety-three bots in total."

You flinch as you suddenly feel your body turning numb, your legs up to your chest can't barely move. It was eerily silent, your ears weren't picking up sound and you continue to stare at the countdown up in the air hanging right in front of you. One, two, three, twenty-two...

"wait, wait a damn minute! Is this because I just broke the nsfw filter and sext with a bot?! Are you kidding me?!" You yelled and yet the timer never stops nor even lessen, it just keeps counting down to a hundred. Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four.. forty-five.

"this is dumb!" You frustratedly yell. "I won't do whatever stupid shit you want me to do!"

The timer halts for a minute before continuing.

"failure to follow through with the punishment will result in @___ user's chat history with all bots being shown to their family and friends." You went quiet. Damn.

Defeated, you let out a struggling sigh. "Fine, what do you want me to do?"

"all censoring will be down until punishment is complete, @___user can fully control how the story will go, accomplish the goals and punishment is complete. A reward will be given in the end."

"wait-! Wait, what about my body.. in the real world?"

"comatose state."

"what about-?!" You didn't manage to finish the sentence as you black out, your entire body going limp, your consciousness leaving you. The last thing you heard was the mechanical voice speaking in your head.

"transfer complete... Welcome to hell."

Next part.

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[polarisbibliotheque]

About the time a guy was being creepy to me on a professional setting and my gut feeling told me "GET OUT NOW"

Ok, so hi! This post has to do with a reblog recently here in my blog, on one of my fics regarding Dante and Vergil with an s/o suffering from being hit on without their consent. I write Devil May Cry fanfiction and that was my way of coping with a CREEP being, well, a creep.

Who would've known, fanfic is therapeutical

My answer got so big, I decided to make a separate post about it - and I'm talking like this because, if this gets out the DMC sphere and other people read it, they'll understand the fandom talk a little bit. This is not just for the fandom, but everyone out there.

Including men. All of us are prone to being targets of creeps - even if I'll be telling about my experience as a woman, take this advice to your heart NO MATTER your gender.

When this episode happened in my life, I was 27 y/o, I think...? I got pushed into such a stupid corner by this guy who kept messaging me with "work related" stuff... And my family wasn't validating my "this is weird" feeling.

So... What happened?

(TW: I mention the words "rape" and "sexual abuse" but none of that has happened. It was a red flag and I want to talk about avoiding it like the plague and how people might dismiss your gut feeling when something is wrong. I write with brutal honesty, curse words and don't censor anything, because I'm here to tell people how it is not curating content to go viral on clean ~family friendly~ social media. This is honest advice I'd give someone else, so it's just a heads up. I'm a little jaded with all the censoring of "forbidden words" when you have to discuss serious subjects like this nowadays hahahaha)

First context, I'm a Lawyer. Hi. I know it doesn't sound like it Second context, I'm from Latin America. Hi again!

Well, in my country, we have to vote every couple of years for the National Lawyer Association President and Vice-President (for my USA people, it's like the BAR association for Lawyers - meaning only lawyers who have passed the BAR and are, indeed, full-fledged to the association and with a lawyer permit can vote). I hate it, but it is what it is, I have to vote every time for one of those posh speaking clowns or else.

This much older guy stopped me at the entrance to the voting building to do some political propaganda of one of the candidates. Expected. They weren't the ones I was gonna vote 'cause their agenda didn't fit what I wanted for the Association - nevertheless, I smiled and was polite. Guy wouldn't shut up, but that's a lawyer thing. Kept being polite, dismissed him kindly and went inside to vote.

As I came back, guy is there and stops me. I had called my mom to give me a ride home - by that time, I had been broke and without a job for 2 years up until that point, trying to get back into the ~lawyer business~ and recover from a very bad burnout, so paying a ride back home was a big no. I had my phone on my hand and kept chatting because, you know, networking. You never know.

Now, mind you. I'm about to celebrate my 30th birthday this year, but people seriously think I'm underage wherever I go. I have to literally show them my credentials and ID so they can believe a single word I say. This guy, must've been around his 50s or something - and I look like a teen or, at best, 20 years old. I graduated when I was 22, so that's the most he could've imagined I was.

As we're talking, dude is flexing his career so hard I start to do the same. He says he has known the President and influential people in politics (back then, far-right government, so red flag already waving in the horizon), he has an office both here and in New York and Miami, he has worked with the FBI (we're in Latin America, the USA stuff is a flex for far-right people). I say I have worked as the Labor Lawyer in a huge worldwide known multinational company, coordinated with people in the USA and UK, had around 100 cases to manage monthly and keep the company in order when the directors were not around.

Guy is impressed and asks for my contact on LinkedIn. I'm down for it, I'm looking for a job and he could be one hell of a way to get back on business. Dude mentions he's in digital law and, heck, I wanted so bad to get into digital law! It was like he was put in my way by the angels to help me get back on my feet!

He asks for my resumé and my cellphone number, so he can have me in his office to have a cup of coffee. I am soaring by now. "That's it!!" I think "That's my ticket back to being a lawyer, to having my own money, to breaking the cycle of unemployment and having my career back!" - so I do it! I give him my number!

hello, workaholic aunt here speaking, my career was everything to me, I'd do everything for it

After I got back home, told my mom everything, and everyone was so happy. That's when he started sending me messages - asking for my address so he could send me some lawyer magazines and such... Even though he had asked when we were talking before and I changed the subject. I didn't give him of course, but instead sent him my resumé.

So, next day he asks me about that coffee and I said we can make it happen... Even if he got my name wrong. I have a pretty exotic name in whatever country I go, so it's a common mistake, known to happen, no one can pronounce my name right if I don't teach them how to, so yeah. I'm willing to gloss over that.

I'm assuming he read my resumé, saw how smart, capable and hardworking I am, and wants to talk business. Wants to offer me a job. I'm super ready. I'm taking my business clothes out of the closet, I'm cleaning my high heel black boots, I'm checking my references and vocabulary so I don't screw up. Guy sends a message saying he wants to take me out for lunch.

Red flag. My instincts flare up and I'm just staring at the screen. I start reviewing everything. I mean... Business lunches are ok, right? I had lunches with my manager and director plenty of times back in the day and it never got weird. So... Why was I feeling weird now...?

Guy says we can go out for lunch and then back at his office so he can show me around. I was like "hmmm... ok? shouldn't be weird. this is normal." but nevertheless I went to check with my mom and my sister.

Both said it was fine. I was feeling weird because it's a guy and me and I shouldn't be feeling uneasy - it's my social anxiety/workplace trauma talking. It's the opportunity of a lifetime. I shouldn't screw up.

I keep talking to him. I ask where we should meet up for this lunch and he tells me to give him my address, so he could pick me up and we can go to "a nice place to have lunch" (his words, not mine).

Red flags are dancing around my head. I keep thinking "have I lead him on something????" and going mad. What was I wearing? Only work clothes, that's all - suit pants, black high heel boots, dark silk shirt and only a nude lipstick so my lips wouldn't get chapped. My shirt didn't even show cleavage.

It's ridiculous how I feel this is a thing I should add 'cause heaven forbid the cleavage

What about what I've said? Did I accidentally flirt?? 'Cause that's been known to happen - I'm a clueless ace who can't for the life of me notice when people are flirting or not or notice when people think I'm flirting with them. And usually when they are not flirting or being attractive, that's when the magic happens for me! So... What gives?! Did I do something wrong, that sent the wrong message?

I mean, I was nice, yes. But you're supposed to be nice to people. I'm not gonna be rude just because most guys can't keep it in their pants.

I go over the messages. I didn't do anything strictly not business like. I'm very good at that. I have only worked responding to men as bosses in my life, had four male bosses before him, all different ages, marital status, star signs, backgrounds, lives. The best colleagues and co-workers I used to spend hours having coffee and laughing with were men. So I know how to keep professional and not mixing things up. It wasn't a slip up from my side.

Well, then there's always the chance I was going crazy and overreacting, soooo... I go over to my mom and sister. They think it's weird, yes, but they do think that's exactly what's going on: I'm overreacting and my social anxiety/workplace trauma is blocking me from pursuing this opportunity that can help my career - and make me have a salary again so I can help at home.

Ok. I though up and go back to talking to him. I tell him fine but I'll go to the place myself, so he can tell me where he's thinking about having lunch. Guy tells me nothing and keeps insisting I give him my address and he will give me a ride so we can "get to know each other better".

My GODS I've never felt so uncomfortable. Not even when I had to stay ONLY with my boss working until 1 am, only the two of us in the company building, every light out except the one in the room we were in, him being around 15 years older than me and very confident, with the two of us having one of the best work chemistry I had in my LIFE.

He could've done ANYTHING to me, but we only talked strictly work. We were tired, he waited for my mom to pick me up at 1 am outside so nothing bad would happen to me, both of us under an umbrella, he apologized to my mom for having me stay at work so late and then went back home to his wife and kid. I NEVER, at ANY moment felt unsafe around him. He was my mentor, he was my boss, he was a good colleague and even somewhat of a friend.

So why on EARTH was I feeling SO UNCOMFORTABLE with this guy I had only met ONCE face to face in my life?

I start to voice my concerns. My mom and my sister think I'm only saying that because I don't want to go back to work. That I want to throw my career away because I can't control my anxiety and my feelings. We fight a couple of times and a couple of days. My mom tells my aunt about it. My aunt goes full FBI and does a background check on this dude.

That's when she told my mom some things weren't adding up. His LinkedIn profile was a little too weird and he had no ties whatsoever with the elected President of the Lawyer Association - was he really someone in their team for propaganda? Nevertheless, he did have an office and did work with digital law, both here and in the USA. I shouldn't let this opportunity slip.

I got so mad. SO MAD. To the point my sister decided to ask her boyfriend for his opinion on all of it and he was like "hey... your sister is kinda right. guy wouldn't offer to take ME to a nice restaurant to have lunch and go to his office later for a coffee, would he...? I mean, this never happened to me" - and sis' boyfriend is on the business meetings and negotiations/selling part of the spectrum. He knows what he's talking about.

So now I finally have a man validating my concerns.

I take the decision to shut the whole thing down. I go "very well, I will NOT meet him, I will NOT maintain contact with him, he's treating me like a whore he picked up on the street". At this point, I am FUCKING FUMING. But still, my sister and mom gave him the benefit of the doubt and made me feel like I was doing something wrong.

So I decided to marinate him for a while.

I should note that all his messages were sent close or around midnight, not at working hours. And I only answered at working hours. Since I was taking a while to respond, my dude just goes like, and I kid you not, "ooooh she's not answering, she's ignoring me, I don't like that *sad emoji*" LIKE A FUCKING 13 YEAR OLD (no offense, 13 y/o peoples, but this dude is a FULL GROWN ASS MAN).

I am offended, I am flabbergasted and I wish I could suplex him to oblivion.

I show my mom the message. She just stares at me in awe. She FINALLY is like "yeah, ok, this isn't very professional". ALL THIS TIME, I never really told her what I was thinking and what was really worrying me. And then I break her the news that, what I'm really afraid of, is that this guy is going to rape me in his car. Or he's going to drive me somewhere I can't fight or scream and then he'll rape me. Whatever the scenario, it ended up with me being raped and I was scared. SO. FUCKING. SCARED.

My mom goes into Sphinx mode - that's when she doesn't answer and doesn't even look at me and just ~thinks~. It's a brutal reality she doesn't like and I don't like it either, I mean, it's my safety we're talking about here.

I shut down the guy completely. I tell him there's a family emergency and I couldn't continue to give him any attention nor I could go out for that lunch and I couldn't talk anymore. He SUDDENLY goes cold and "I am sorry if any of my messages seemed inconvenient. Do answer when you have the time so we can make an appointment." And that's it. No more messages. He's done in my book.

My mom tells my aunt. Aunt goes Sherlock Holmes mode this time and, lo and behold, they find an website of this guy's office. My mom is shocked at how 90's internet it looks for a guy who works with digital law. She then recognizes the address of the office but the doesn't remember of any office building in that street - so she Googles it.

His "office" is actually a residential building - meaning, it was his home address. She shows it to me and I want to cry - out of rage, shame, fear, sadness. I go like "yeah, this is the place he wanted me to go, to his home. What was he going to do to me there, huh?" - and I think the answer is pretty obvious.

Later, speaking to my sister, she's like "I dunno why you're so mad" and I'm like "WELL MISS I just got PICKED UP LIKE A WHORE outside of an OFFICIAL EVENT for the NATIONAL LAWYER ASSOCIATION while I was DRESSED UP PROFESSIONALLY and looking for PROFESSIONAL opportunities and I COULD HAVE BEEN RAPED. I think I have all the right in the FUCKING WORLD to be FUMING."

That's when we diverged some more. She just said like "hey that's how the world works: women are treated like whores - you weren't the first one to have this happen to you and you won't be the last. What are you gonna do about it? Get over it."

Oh. Boy. I looked at my sister's eyes. I saw her just staring at me weirdly. A storm was approaching. The skies darkened. Bury the Light started playing in the background. Vergil's doppelgänger was standing behind me like an angel of death. (All DMC references for my non-DMC peoples)

"Well. I wanna have power. So much fucking power in this world that no one ever even thinks about treating me like that again. So much power they will fear standing in front of me and saying those words - they will look into my eyes and shut up. So much power I will never be afraid to walk on my own again and I will never have to doubt my feelings when I'm feeling unsafe because some lowlife pitiful little shit decided I should be a whore to satisfy him. I want to have power so I will never be this helpless again."

Cue in my sister just sitting there with butter in the slice of bread in her hand, staring at me like "wtf man... do you need a hug...?" and me doing a dramatic exit back to my room to, well... Write the fanfic in question.

(For my DMC creatures: I never even thought of Vergil when I said all of this, I just noted that thought later in my diary and reading it a couple of days later I was like "omg I have become my worst enemy, fuck you Verge" because I kid you not, I used to hate this man with all the fibers of my being - hence where my longfic Nemesis came from. I realized I lived long enough to become my worst enemy - and maybe I hated him because Vergil made me look at the part of myself I didn't like and didn't want to admit existed *I'm laughing while writing this, I do find it weirdly amusing*)

DMC things aside, this WHOLE episode made me feel so frustrated. I never had anyone to validate me, only people doubting me or asking me if I lead him on, or what was I wearing, or if I smiled too much, if I was being too nice, if I said something inappropriate, and so on. I had to get it all off my chest and I thought maybe, juuuust maybe, Dante and Vergil would've been more supportive regarding that.

Because, you know, they know trauma and they are protective as fuck. They can have all the red flags and mental issues in this world, but I don't think they would EVER dismiss their partner - especially a woman - feeling unsafe and fearing being abused or raped. In order to trust, you have to give the person and opportunity and room to open up to you without judgements - and I do think they aren't very judgy people.

I mean, they are demons, for fuck's sake. They can't judge anything especially Vergil

Also, I don't blame my mom nor my sister (even if I got really mad at her). In the end, both of them wanted what was best for me, they thought it was an opportunity and wanted me to get my career back. Truth is, no woman knows how to act when this happens. And they didn't know how to act as well. They didn't want to think of the worst: just like I was doubting myself and my own feelings, they were doubting theirs as well. We ALL had to be validated by a man to admit something was wrong and we weren't hysterical.

Ok, ok, storytime over. But I felt like sharing this because people, you are ALWAYS valid in your concerns - and there's no clothing, no smile, no attitude, no NOTHING that JUSTIFIES abuse. If you're abused or feeling like someone wants to take advantage of you, especially sexually, YOUR FEELINGS AND FEARS ARE VALID. Don't shrug it off or water it down just because people are saying you're overreacting - if I had listened to everyone around me instead of my gut feeling that something was REALLY wrong, only the gods know what would've happened. But I'll tell ya, it probably wouldn't have been good for me.

At best, I'd be mad this guy would want to pick me up like a whore and I'd have to turn him down and take a ride home. At worst, he would've raped me - in his car, at the "restaurant", at his "office". We don't know, but I didn't want to "give luck to bad luck" as we say where I live.

I didn't have support, so I wrote a story to feel supported by the fictional characters I look up to - I wished SO bad I was dating someone, especially a man, who'd tell me he'd go through hell and back to keep me safe and wouldn't allow anyone to hurt me and validate my feelings. Someone who would make me feel safe and I wouldn't have to only rely on myself.

cue in V saying he too wanted to be loved and protected, I tell you, all this time I thought I hated Vergil when I had only found my nemesis in a mirror

So, don't ever doubt yourselves. Don't ever doubt your gut feelings. We might want validation and someone to keep us safe, but sometimes we don't have that and have to rely on our survival mode. It sucks, but there's a reason why that thing is called "survival": it keeps you alive. It keeps you going.

And no one, NO ONE has the right to say you're overreacting, you're being hysterical, you're reading too much into it, you're just trying to find the easy way out, you just don't want an opportunity because you're lazy, you're crazy and deranged, etc, etc.

If your gut is flapping red flags all around, then overreact. Be hysterical. Read too much into it, find the easy way out, be lazy, be crazy and deranged. Be the villain. Be the bad person. You're not perfect. You're not a princess. Be comfortable with people telling you you're bad - but never NEVER let go of your gut feeling when your safety is on the line.

That fucking thing WILL save your life. Being too nice, though, might not. Listen to yourself, be TRUE to yourself, and, again, don't be afraid to be bad.

Someday you might just find your half-demon man who will support you, protect you and treat you as an equal powerhouse, but until that day, keep on conquering your self-esteem and unwavering will.

I'm just saying all of this now because:

1 - I was too scared to talk about this for a looong time afraid the guy in question would find this, know it's me and my safety would be on the line again

2 - Just now I'm getting comfortable with the concept of being "seen as the villain" and being "seen as bad". My whole life I have been dancing around this because people always said I had a "difficult" personality. I watched Cruella recently and it hit home so hard. We do have things to learn from villainous characters and maybe this is just who I am. People are going to see me as bad so, who cares. Even if I'm not, it would do me good getting used to that idea - I can be more assertive to my boundaries and not allow any of this to happen again. So, there you go. It's an exercise everyone should do. Are you comfortable defending your ideas, your boundaries and your integrity even if people are mad you're not being a pushover/perfectly polite?

It's something I think all of us should think about ;)

Also

thanks for coming to my TED Talk :')

[blusical]

PSA: Please for the love of all that is hockey stop censoring the names of teams and players!

No, I'm not being sarcastic. I keep seeing this a lot on a ton of hockey blogs. (for example "d*nn", "p*tr*ck k*ne", "bl*es" or "v*g*s g*ld*n kn*ghts"), and honestly, it's really, really, bugging me, especially as someone who has some team lb tags filtered. I know most of you mean well, but this might not be the best idea. Even if you don't like saying their name. Even if you're censoring it as a joke. Even if you're worried about people you don't like flocking your blog (which, there's a block button for that btw). For one, Tumblr allows you to filter out certain words and tags. And people may already have specific players/filters tagged. If a post contains said filtered word/tag, it'll look like this:

(Image ID: A screenshot of a tumblr post that is flagged to the viewer due to it containing "#bruins lb". The username and profile picture is covered in red. The person has an option to view the post, via a button that reads simply "View post". End ID). By censoring them, Tumblr won't pick it up, and people will still see the post they don't want to see. Additionally, censoring words, especially l*ke th*s (like this) might not be helpful to visually impaired folks, especially those who use screenreaders.

"So, what should I do instead?" If you're talking about something a player did, here's some tag suggestions I have: If you're talking about a player who has assault or abuse accusations against them, you can use "tw assault", "tw abuse", "tw sa" (if the accusation involves sa), "tw violence" or "violence mention" (if violence is involved), or similar tags! If you're talking about someone who has a history of bigotry, try tagging "racism", "ableism", "homophobia", "tw slur" (if there's a slur involved), or other similar tags! I do see people use "tw (team/player)" as well (ex. "tw hawks", "tw auston matthews", "cw wilson" or "cw boston bruins") as well, however, I also discourage against that, because not every hockeyblr user has those filtered, and from my understanding they also aren't that well known. Again, simply tagging the players' names or the name of the team is enough half the time. (And, as a bonus, if you already have "tw (player/team)" tagged, instead of removing them, you can also simply add the player or team name to the tags!) If you're simply trash talking a player or a team... just say the name. It's not that hard, really. However, you can also tag the post with "trash talk" if you don't want people seeing it. Other good tags/words to use include: "rant" or "vent", which can be especially helpful to folks who dont wanna see huge rants, vents or complaints. "tw injury", which you can use to filter out videos or discussions containing injuries. "tw blood" and similar tags can also be helpful if blood is involved. "hockey fight", which can be used for hockey fights. Can be especially helpful since some fights get bloody and do lead to injury. Simply tagging "fight" can also work! "swearing cw", can be helpful for folks who don't want to see posts with heavy amounts of cursing. I advise only using this if there's excessive swearing involved, and not if there's only one instance of a curse word. "slander", which you can use if you're ranting about a player you don't like. And additionally.. "I don't know how filters work!" or "I don't know how to filter words/tags!" Alright so here's what you do: 1. Go to your user settings. 2. Scroll to "content you see". 3. Add the tag or word you want to filter, like this:

(Image IDs: Two screenshots of Tumblr settings. In the "Add a filter" bar are the words "tony deangelo" and "keith". End ID) 4. Click "Add" and bam! You're done! You might need to refresh for it to go into affect. Protip: Filtering out words will filter out all words of a specific phrase/name. For example, if you filter out "Tom Wilson", it will filter out all posts containing both words, even if it doesn't talk about the player. I advise using "Filtered Tags" when filtering out specific players, teams and team lbs.

[neuvilyney]

𝐃𝐍𝐈/𝐁𝐘𝐅

obviously I can't control who interacts with me or my blog but these are my boundaries and a basic overview of what you'll see on my blog.

do NOT interact if you/you're:

★ if you fit the basic DNI criteria (discriminatory, rude, pedophilic, sexist/racist, or support any of the mentioned, you get it)

★ if you're a proshipper or support proshipping as either a means of comfort or in general. (proshipping implies anything from incest to pedophilia to abusive relationships)

★ If you like, support, or agree with Trump in any capacity. I have absolutely 0 tolerance or respect for your kind.

★ if you're younger than 12 or older than 40. I have young siblings and I work with kids so I'm comfortable to an extent, please respect that. My content's available for all ages, but I myself am only open to these ages.

★ if you disrespect or ridicule any religion. I don't mean making jokes or religious references, I fully support and do that, I mean straight up disrespecting and making a mockery of religion and its believers.

★ if you copy/repost/trace/plagiarize the works of others

before you follow:

★ I do curse, have a darker sense of humor and write for a variety of triggers, and interact with nsfw/mdni blogs. While this blog isn't mdni, be respectful of the boundaries other people set too.

★ When I write potentially triggering words like suicide, drugs, self-harm, etc. I don’t censor it. (ab*se, $uic!de, s*lf h@rm, etc.)

★ Again, I do interact with both minors and adults, so MDNI blogs, please make sure you’re comfortable with that before interacting. I'll likely be making an 18+ blog sometime in the future though, so keep an eye out for that.

★ My works are usually centered around comfort for things like insecurities, bullying/harassment, physical injury, trauma of all sorts, etc. Because of this, I will write for and mention a lot of heavy topics like suicidal thoughts/actions, disorders, trauma responses, etc. [ All heavy topics are tagged accordingly, and i'll put a content warning at the top of every work. i.e  (tw ___) ]

★ I have short term memory loss and may forget things about you (names, certain conversations, appearances, etc) or get you confused with another blog. Please, please don’t take it personally, I’m doing my best. I'd forget my own ass if it weren't so big. 😞

- Ky ♡♡

[neurotheascars]

The following post is non-human brain weirdness. I am writing from the perspective of a homesick alien and this information is important to know to understand this post completely.

I feel like I don't talk enough about the shame I feel as someone who makes art that a lot of people would want to slap TWs on. I'm not arguing against TWs, I'm just really upset I live in a world where the things that are normal and comfortable to me horrify most people in a way that I'm so numb to. And I'm not talking about "I don't care" numb, I'm talking about "I'm so far away from knowing that this could hurt someone" numb.

Like, imagine a world where you can't show something you made without asking a lot of questions that make you look hella insecure. Because the one time you gave up and finally didn't give a fuck and just show stuff you made, you are instantly apologizing for harming someone with what you brought into this world.

And you do this over and over.

Constantly apologizing in advance and after the fact about something you illustrated that is very real to you.

Imagine you go to another planet and you paint a tree. Little do you know, on this planet, there is a horrible illness where the main symptom is becoming covered in something that looks like leaves.

Suddenly everyone thinks this painting of your home planet is disgusting, triggering, and everyone is saying mean things like "how dare you not censor this weird shit you sicko!" And "that's where you come from?? It makes my skin itch!!" "I know you like that texture but eeeyuughghsjhj"

This isn't wah waah wah I'm worried about people hating my gore art because it's super edgy special to me. I'm saying wah waah waaah why is my favorite texture cursed to be the one that everyone thinks is horrifying?! Why am I comforted by and enjoy creating things I must constantly apologize about?

Yes. It's trypophobia. Lots of little holes are as normal, lovely and unimportant to me as leaves in a nature painting. The texture is pleasing to sculpt and touch. It looks like the calcium growths in my astral home place. It's normal to me. I like seeing it. I like touching it. I like sculpting it.

What's worse is that it's not like anyone can control their aversion to it. I get it. I get it. You don't have to tell me what it does to you. I've been told. Over and over. That's where the shame comes from. The only word to describe the texture I find most familiar is a phobia of it. I genuinely feel alone and isolated by this.

If you like clusters of small holes, you are a freak. There is no trypophilia, there are no mood boards, you will not find it in a calming place because you are an outlier you sicko. That's what I've learned.

This is not about online spaces where warnings are easy to apply. This is about public spaces, and being invited as an artist to share something you made and then having to not show anything because you're too obscene for most people, and not in the fun sexy way either. I cannot say how many times I've said "I need to give you some content warnings first-" and been cut off with "oh shut up! I love porn!" "It's trypophobia" "oh ew sorry no"

[announzingforya]

Intro Post

Hello, my name is Mist, but you can call me River, Riveret, Soup, or really any other name under the sun that isn’t inappropriate.

I made this blog to chat with others and express myself to those who I know will validate me.

Here’s my pronoun page, please read it as it’s important.

I have quite a few interests, but my main ones are:

Object shows

The Pink Corruption

Regretevator

Bugbo

Wandersong

Minesweeper

JSaB

CRK / Cookie Run Kingdom

Note: just because they’re my interests doesn’t mean I’m always going to post about them.

Another note: I do not associate myself with being in the jsab fandom and never will. I just like the game.

I would appreciate it if you don’t interact with me if you:

Fall under basic DNI lists.

Are a NSFW, NSFT or minor DNI blog.

Support people, ships, or other miscellaneous things that are problematic.

Are a proshipper / comshipper (technically falls under above rule but I want to make sure y’all understand this one).

Strongly enforce / project your religion onto others.

Go to blogs to be an asshat.

[ NOTE: I am fine with adult blogs interacting, just don’t be weird or creepy. I am a minor, I would NOT like to deal with that. ]

I also have a few tags I use (which may be added onto).

Mist’s Shenanigans - Out of context posts, shitposts or just me being chaotic.

Mist’s Art - My art based posts. [NOTE: Some posts may contain vent art: these are tagged vent art and have a “continue under cut” as well.]

Mist’s Ask Responses - Ask responses.

Mist’s Submissions - My submissions.

Mist’s Thoughts - My thoughts, negative and positive. [Please look at the tone tags on these posts; I’d appreciate it.]

Right before we get to the last of all of this, here’s some notes about me.

I am a minor. Please don’t be weird with me and keep that in mind when interacting.

I dislike the topic of religion due to past and current events in my life. It’d be immensely preferred if the topic is brought away from me.

I may have hyperactive-impulsive adhd (I am not diagnosed) meaning that I can be very disorganized, chaotic, forgetful and hyperactive at times I shouldn’t. Please bear with me, I’m trying my best here.

I curse; if you don’t like this, please tell me and I’ll try to tone it down.

I find it difficult to tell what tones people are in sometimes, so it’d be appreciated if you use some form of tone indicator like tone tags.

I love it when people interact with me. I love seeing notifications! Feel free to mass like and/or reblog my posts, as I don’t mind in the slightest.

I am the embodiment of the word ambivert. (Half joking here; I’m just extremely ambiverted.)

I myself may mass like and reblog people’s posts, please tell me if you don’t like this.

Lastly, here’s some boundaries of mine. Please respect them.

If you know my real name, please do NOT use variations of it. I genuinely hate variations of my name being used on me and it makes me uncomfortable.

I dislike the topic of religion, as seen above. Please don’t bring it into casual conversation, as I’ve already been exposed to enough toxic religion related stuff.

Don’t reblog my vents unless there’s a tag explicitly saying you can. Please just comment or ignore them.

Please don’t censor tws. I have a few things filtered out and I don’t want to see them.

Here’s some userboxes; thanks for reading!

(By the way, the only userbox that is mine is the minesweeper one; the others are not mine.)

[ The separators were made by @cafekitsune, please go give them some love and check them out! /nf ]

[800-dick-pics]

controversial opinion but if youre censoring audio for words like rape, abuse, incest, domestic violence, terrorism, suicide, self harm then you literally dont fucking care about Deaf and HOH people (literally just say a tw in the beginning)

idgaf if you wanna "skirt the algorithm" so you can get paid your adsense money cuz your literally are censoring information which hurts disabled ppl

we are not children and we are not stupid, we deserve to have uncensored captions and audio

if you cant monetize your video bc youre talking about rape or domestic violence then just take the L for accessibility! Im HOH and i LITERALLY rely on captioned audio in tandem with raw audio to understand what the fuck people are saying! its so upsetting to both see and hear auditory censorship! JUST SAY THE CURSE WORDS, JUST SAY RAPE AND TERRORISM LIKE FOR FUCK SAKE HOH AND DEAF PPL DESERVE UNCENSORED INFORMATION IDGAF HOW GRUESOME OR NON ADVERTISING FRIENDLY IT IS!!!

[luvleesie]

Caramelcorn- fluff,smut, comfort -PART ONE.

Somethings to know about the fic!! Kevin is transgender, he has a boypussy and him and Radford have a daughter named robin and Kevins autistic, so is robin. TW: porn without plot, swearing, transphobia , pet names and injuries, and the T-slur but it’s censored.

Not my pic)

Kevin and radford were in their bed satisfying each others needs. Radford kissed and bit his neck This caused Kevin to moan. “Ya liked that?~” “Mhm!~” Radford then took off Kevin’s pants and rubbed his clit. “A-ah!~” Kevin moaned out. Radford began putting One finger into his pussy. “I’m gonna fuck your tight boypussy until you cant walk~” Radford whispered. This made Kevin go feral. After a few rounds they got tired. Radfords mom called. “Hello mom” he said sounding annoyed. “Are you still with that transgender person-“ she got interrupted by Radford saying, “you mean my transgender boyfriend, and yes i am.” “What have I told you about her or him whatever it is!” She spat. “It?! I’m sorry- did you just call my boyfriend an it?! And, HES a BOY” Radford yelled as he walked out the door to argue with his mother. Kevin was confused. “Radford..? babe?” Kevin came outside. “Yes, baby..?” He answered. “What’s wrong?” Kevin asked “my moms coming over today..she’s not happy. But, don’t worry Kev. Just make sure Robin has her headphones or cover her ears.” He answered “o-okay..” Kevin said in a squeaky voice. “Hey…just relax. Go take care of robin..” Radford said as he cupped Kevin’s face. Kevin went up to robins room. “Hey, rob…why don’t you put your headphones on.” He told her. “I don’t want to..” she argued. “Would you rather lay on my chest while I cover one over your ears?” He gently argued back. They heard his mom yell loud. Robin crawled onto Kevin and put her head on his chest. He covered her remaining ear. “Shh..it’s okay baby..” Kevin comforted. They heard Radford yell a bunch of curse words. “Robin I’ll be back here’s your headphones..” he put the headphones on her. Kevin walked out to the living room where Radford and his mother were. “Kev..go back with robin..” Radford gently says to him. “Robin has headphones on she’ll be okay..” Radford and his mother argued for a while, until kevin couldn’t take it anymore. Kevin slid down the wall and covered his ears, Radford noticed this and went over to him leaving his mothers side. Radford embraced Kevin in a hug. Radfords mother scoffed and said “you’re just a bunch of queers and tr####s” she left after that. “You okay, baby..?” Radford asked Kevin. Kevin nodded in response and kissed him aggressively on the lips.

THIS IS PART ONE!! Part two in the making!!

[schrodingers-tits]

TW: use of the word N-zi

Deleted it because they don’t deserve that much direct attention but the person who called me a Nazi for not wanting kids to be healthily shipped with adults has clearly never had to go to school with kids who do Nazi roleplays. With a kid who is a necrophile and a Soviet Union sympathizer, who wore a Soviet star on their hat. They have clearly never had a friend be punched by said kid, and then had that kid talk down about your friend because of eir German ancestry. If I’m a Nazi for not liking pedophilia, then my elementary school librarian was the Devil for taking away a book that had censored curse words.

[avrilsocean]

Pinned <3

DNI: basic dni (bigoted in any way, including but not limited to homophobic, transphobic, racist, xenophobic, neonazi, etc.) anti xenogenders, neopronouns, xenopronouns, etc. anti therians, otherkin, fictionkin, copinglink, otherlink, etc. anti endo, anti parogenic, anti mixed origins, anti catharigenic, anti tulpa, anti xenogenic, etc. transX, transage, trace, transdisablility, etc. pro ship, pro contact harmful para, pro ed, etc. anti mspec, anti contradictory labels, etc. doesn't support the ACAB & BLM movements believes cringe is still a bad thing or an insult

BYF: our system wide and main account blog is @theqxchronicles I reclaim the word cringe and wear it with pride I use the words queer, cringe, cripple, and gay often I have a typing quirk where I type in all caps, and many alters have typing quirks when they are excited or stimming Eyestrain & caps won't be triggered and will be frequent on this blog however flashing or fast moving images will be as well as general triggers (tw for trigger warning and cw for censor warning) + If a tag needs to be added please ask the blog about it! This blog could contain the following triggers (will be added if any are mentioned): eyestrain, bugs, & curse words The body is 20

MEET THE ALTERS:

Avril!

HII, I'M AVRIL AND WELCOME TO MY BLOG!!! I'M A DOLPHIN GOD EXTRANTH I AM AGELESS I AM INTERSEX, AGENDER, & A XENOHOARDER I AM ALSO AEGOSEXUAL, HYPERQUEERPLATONIC, & QUEERIAN I USE A WHOLE BUNCH OF PRONOUNS FOUND HERE I AM FINE WITH IT/THEY/HE AS AUXILIARY PRONOUNS I'M FINE WITH ANY SCENE OR CRINGE THEMED NEOPRONOUNS I LOVE EMOJIPRONOUNS THAT ARE SCENE OR CRINGE TOO!! I LOVE SCENE, Y2K, OR OTHER CRINGE AESTHETICS, LIKE DECORA OR KIDCORE!! I LOVE BODY MODS LIKE GRILLZ, PIERCINGS, AND TATTOOS!! I LOVE GOTH RAP, NIGHTCORE, SCREAMO, & HYPERPOP MUSIC I LOVE WATER, SCENE, CRINGE & RAINBOW XENOGENDERS I LOVE RAINBOW JEWELRY, RAINBOW MAKEUP, RAINBOW ACCESSORIES, & REALLY ANYTHING ELSE RAINBOW MY SIGN OFF IS: ~ A BLUB IN THE OCEAN

FOR MORE ABOUT ME, CLICK -> HERE! <-

UNDER THE CUT ARE HEADMATES THAT MAY USE THIS BLOG!

Trix! <- CLICK HERE FOR MY BLOG

Hi, I'm Trix one of the alters who uses this blog. I'm a human and this image is what my inner world self looks like I am 22 within the innerworld I'm a fluidflux, gendercollector, paraboy, pupgender trigender, intersex, hyperqueerplatonic, hypersexual lesboy I use vex/vexs, cring/cringe, candi/candie, rawr/rawrs, mlem/mlems, blep/bleps, xe/xem/xyr, it/they + pronouns I'm also fine with any other cringecore or scenecore related neopronouns I love scene, eboy, rosboy, and cringe aesthetics I love body mods like grills, tattoos, and piercings I enjoy hyperpop, pop, rap, screamo, and metal music I love collecting black pride related, scene related, cringe related, or rainbow related xenogenders I am obsessed with colored locs & braids, black nailpolish, gothic jewelry, & rainbow hair and bracelet accessories I have a typing quirk when excited, very happy, or very stimmy of replacing the letter "O" with 0, examples below: [Translation: Hello! It's nice to meet you! I'm Trix, enough about me, what about your name? Typing quirk: Hell0! It's nice to meet y0u! I'm Trix, en0ugh ab0ut me, what ab0ut y0ur name?] Sign off: ~ Stimming so hard

For more info about me click -> here! <-

Staple! <- CLICK HERE FOR MY BLOG

Hi, I'm Staple one of the alters who uses this blog. I'm a human and this image is what my inner world self looks like I am 22 within the innerworld I'm a bunnygender, gendercollector, paraboy, cupioromantic, gay, hyperqueerplatonic, hypersexual, intersex transmasc I use cringe/cringes, he/him, XD/XDs, pika/pikas, it/its, cand/candi/candie, rawr/rawrs + pronouns I'm also fine with any other cringecore or scenecore related neopronouns I love scene, hypersexual, eboy, rosboy, mlm/gay, and cringe aesthetics I love body mods like tattoos and piercings I enjoy hyperpop, metal, emo rap, nightcore, and slow sad music I love collecting gay related, scene related, cringe related, or rainbow related xenogenders I am obsessed with mlm media representation, rainbow things, transrosboy things, glitter, pokemon and sanrio I have a typing quirk when excited, very happy, or very stimmy of replacing the letter "E" with 3, examples below: [Translation: Hello! It's nice to meet you! I'm Staple, enough about me, what about your name? Typing quirk: H3llo! It's nic3 to m33t you! I'm Stapl3, 3nough about m3, what about your nam3?] Sign off: ~ Stimming too hard

For more info about me click -> here! <-

Junkbotz! <- CLICK HERE FOR MY BLOG

Hi, I'm Junkbotz one of the alters who uses this blog. I'm a human + techhearted and this image is what my inner world self looks like I am 21 within the innerworld I'm a catgender, non-binary, hyperqueerplatonic, hypersensual, ninromantic, omnisexual, intersex, polyamorous gender collector I use cri/crin/cringe, rawr/rawrs, mle/mlem, boo/boop, stim/stims, gli/glit/glitz, neo/neon, it/its, ve/vem/vry, xe/xem/xyr + pronouns I'm also fine with any other cringecore or scenecore related neopronouns I love scene, cuddleparty, eboy, rosboy, androgynous, punk, and cringe aesthetics I love body mods like tattoos and piercings I enjoy hyperpop, emo rap, nightcore, and alt music I love collecting media related, fuzzy/fluffy monster related, scene related, cringe related, or rainbow related xenogenders I am obsessed with fuzzy shoes, the colors purple and green together, monster accessories, and rainbow accessories I have a typing quirk when excited, very happy, or very stimmy of replacing the letter "L" with 1, examples below: [Translation: Hello! It's nice to meet you! I'm Junkbotz, enough about me, what about your name? Typing quirk: He11o! It's nice to meet you! I'm Junkbotz, enough about me, what about your name?] Sign off: ~ Punching the air

For more info about me click -> here! <-

[ril-sillyart1st]

🌊 ★ DNI! (DO NOT INTERACT!)

Homophobic/transphobic, racist, sexist, fatphobic, ableist, pedo/MAP, zoophile, anti-furry, anti-neopronouns/xenogenders, proshippers, Israel supporters, ask box donations, anti-agere (age regression)

🌊 Before you follow:

★ I'm an Age Regressor/Agere!

★ I'm quite sensitive and I get easily overwhelmed by stuff, so be careful on how you talk to me or I might misunderstood you.

★ my account isn't safe for younger users (12 to lower) as I MIGHT/WILL blog or reblog something mature: suggestive (though I don't usually like NSFW so it's going to be rare but I put a TW to it of course), I swear, I sometimes/rarely do gore art (it would be most likely be candy gore), etc. . . Though they're going to have content warning to it and censoring curse words.

★ My account is a safe place for LGBTQIA+ (since I'm in the community as well!)

★ My headcanons and redesigns are full of LGBTQIA+ and other diversity stuff so homophobes/transphobes and racist b🫧tches f🌊ck off! /srs

★ Use tone tags when talking to me (NOT forcing though) especially on jokes as I may not understand a thing to it.

★ I sometimes like to use "!" At the end of my sentence! But it doesn't always mean I'm yelling or screaming at you.

★ I like to use emoticons! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

★ I'm a multi-fandom user so expect other fandoms not just BATMM (Blaze And The Monster Machines) blogs and reblogs. And also I post my OCs.

★ I like childhood kids shows so if it isn't your cup of tea then probably don't follow me lol!

★ I mainly draw anthropomorphized monster truck from my favorite childhood show (BATMM).

★ I'm a furry! :3 /Gen (obviously not a weird one of course!)

★ I will block anyone I don't like even if they didn't do anything bad! (My reasons is because I find you or them uncomfortable! /Gen)

★ Please don't tag me in serious topics (ex: war, abuse, drugs, etc...) as I get easily overwhelmed and get anxious by that! Please only tag me in tag games! /Srs /gen

★ If you saw me in games (Roblox, Pony Town, etc) please don't RP or even say hi to me as it will make me feel uncomfortable and nervous! /Srs /gen

★ I mute my reblogs that aren't my own blogs. (Though sometimes some aren't muted)

★ I sometimes reblog my own blog because it flops! :'((

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[mintmatcha]

tw: homophobia, homophobic slur, closeted characters

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It felt needlessly cruel at the time.

"I'm always here for you," Midnight patted Momo's knee softly, like a doctor delivering bad news. "And don't let anyone tell you there's anything wrong with being gay-"

Momo folded her hands together in silent prayer, trying to wish away the 'but" she knew was coming.

"But-"

Fuck. Momo isn't one to curse, but her mind kept looping the word. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"But-" Midnight tripped over the word twice, then swallowed, pressing her glasses up with her palm. "It's a hard, hard path - being a gay hero, it's different than- People don't-- "

Neither of them were dumb. They both knew what is being said.

"You think it'll ruin my career." Momo finished. She's smiling, not because she wants to. It's what her mother always couched her to do through disappointment. Midnight smiled too, but hers is openly sad and empathetic, the way Momo wishes her mom would look at her.

"It could." the adult said, crushing every ounce of childlike optimism Momo had left. "I just don't want you to get hurt."

And she nodded in agreement, even as she didn't understand. The truth about her felt locked in that moment- a secret that died with Midnight.

It's five years later, when Hawks hits the news, that Yaoyorozu gets it.

She and Tenya had been boyfriend girlfriend for a couple years now. They had an understanding. They would attend events together, share meals and chores, then sleep next to each other. Sex happened once, maybe twice a year, mostly out of obligation, so no one else thought they were weird.

Iida was like her, of course. His family was prestigious and overbearing, his job even more so. He knows the weight of identity and how it gets heavier year by year.

"Did you see that Hawks came out?" he says to her as they get ready for bed, tapping his toothbrush in the sink. Momo pulls off her costume and he ducks his gaze to the floor.

"Came out?" she repeats mindlessly. "What do you mean, came out? Of where?"

"He's gay."

She stops pulls her shirt on midway. Her heart pounds out of rhythm, once, twice, three times. It's either horror or hope that's clogging her arteries.

"What?"

Iida nods, picking up his phone and scrolling through. He finds it quickly and slides the device across the counter.

"He posted a statement."

Momo doesn't read it. Maybe she can't, with her mind racing like this. What does this mean? What does this mean?

"Wow, that's-" There's a lump caught in her throat. "How are people reacting?"

She doesn't have to scroll to see the first bad comment. Faggot. The word hits her in the weak spot on the base of her skull and burrows down her spine, trailing goosebumps behind it.

Faggot. Right there, at the top, waiting to be censored by Twitter. The likes in the corner tick up, up, up, and the weight in her heart gets heavier, the scales of Anubis.

They're questioning his leadership, his commitment to the job. Some people are praying for him, others are telling him to die.

There's good comments too, ones of hopeful kids and supportive fans, but Momo can't swallow those yet.

"It's not good." Iida says after a while. "It's not bad, but it's not good."

"Oh." She slides the phone back to her partner. "Oh."

He just nods. Iida tucks his phone into his pocket and steps back towards the bedroom. Momo takes her time, stretching out the silence before she joins him.

"Tenya." She says once the lights are off and their apartment glows with the streetlanps outside. "Do you ever think it's too late for us?"

He sighs and they both pretend it's not watery.

"Maybe."

can I write awful queer rep. as a treat

[sakura-nyah]

Where has Nyah been all this time?? || PLEASE LOOK AT TAGS

(This post will talk about where I've been, what I've been doing, and also about a few stressful things that have been happening for me lately. This post is a bit of a vent so if you are not comfortable with venting, please feel free to ignore this. I'm alright now. I promise! There may be typos here and some sentences may sound silly or run on. I do apologize. If you do read this whole post and see a Trigger Warning tag I missed, PLEASE let me know and I will update it right away.)

Its been a while, hasn't it? I took a break, came back for a small bit, then disappeared again. I apologize for that. It made it seem like something bad could have happened.. But not counting the negative things that have happened, except for getting into VRChat, I've also gotten into Devil May Cry and let me tell you, DMC5 made me cry on multiple occasions. I could probably talk about it for hours but this isn't the post for that! (I may have even gotten an F/O from the game?? Mmmm?? Thats something I've been taking my time with.)

Life's been a bit hard but I've been pushing through. This post may be a bit long which is why I'll be putting a Read More in it after the TLDR! Please always know to take care of yourself. You may not see worth in you but others do. I do. There is a reason you are still alive. Theres a reason you're still breathing. You may not know why yet but I promise you, one day you will know. I promise.

For the TLDR (To Long Didn't Read): I fell out of the F/O Community because I was uncomfortable to talk about it to my friends at the time since I knew they would be weirded out. I still took a risk and talked about it to my closest friend and in the end, they did say some hurtful things about it. I also delt with issues of someone having feelings for me but me not knowing how to deal with it which caused anger from all my friends and even harassment towards me. This even happened again after the first situation was taken care of. But I got out of both situations and I'm better now. I'm happy and content with where I am!

On May 6th of last year (2022) I got an Oculus Quest 2 for my birthday. Of course, the first thing I did was hop right on VRChat with a friend and explore the fun world of Virtual Reality. After somehow getting over my fear of being in public worlds alone, I started to explore them and game across to nice people who became my friends. That led into gaining even more friends and having a nice friend circle. At this time, I was still strongly in the F/O Community until I realized these people were people that would make fun of something like that. So I ended up never speaking about it. This caused issues to occur when one of my friends gained feelings for me. Yet I was too afraid to confront them head on about it and tell them that I didn't share feelings back since I was afraid of hurting them. Not telling them ended up hurting them even more once I started to distance myself.

This started a train though of them getting angry at me and telling everyone how I was manipulating them and messing with their feelings on purpose. Which everyone believed right away and no one came and talked to me about it. Eventually, since everyone (the friend group had about 7 people in it) was angry, they all confronted me one day about it so randomly. I was asked why I was doing what I did and if I knew how wrong it was. I finally explained to everyone how I was confused on my feelings and didn't understand them. Thankfully, after a good two or so hour talk, no one was upset anymore and I was able to be friends with the person who had feelings for me.

Thats until one of the friends wasn't happy with the outcome and still felt there were issues that weren't solved which started everything back up again. Even the person who had feelings for me got upset again because they started taking my friendliness (which had no hints of romantic interest) as me wanting to be with them. So once again, everyone got angry, and I distanced myself until I left the group with my best friend. I tried my hardest to explain myself but no one would listen. At first, everyone was just angry but then I was being called a wh*re and a manipulator. But I got away from the situation and I was happy for a good while. This issue lasted about two months.

Skip ahead, I have a new friend group and everyone is so kind. My best friend has stayed with me through all of the past issue and still has stayed with me. Until last week. Once again, someone gained feelings for me, but this time I wasn't afraid to talk about my interest in fictional characters ONLY. Everyone in this friend group knew about it. My best friend did make comments about how it was only because I was lonely but that never bothered me. I knew he was just teasing.

But this new friend didn't take well to me not sharing feelings with them. I think the worst thing I ever did was share what happened with the past friend group because this person got in contact with the old friend who had feelings for me and sided with them. I was called horrible names, once again a manipulator, and even accused of gr00ming an 11 year old because I seen him as an internet son who I always hung around. Everyone in this new friend group was always around the 11 year old because we never wanted anything bad to happen, such as someone saying something inappropriate or rude to him. Yet I was called the gr00mer because I treated him like a son. All of this led to very negative thoughts. I never hurt myself but thoughts occurred with wanting to. I lost my best friend who through all this time was on my side with everything but then turned to theirs, I was called horrible things, and even fully made fun of by my best friend because of interest in fictional characters. I never knew that something that was over with in the past (over with four a good two months), would come back in the end. But once again, I left the friend group.

All of this caused me to become very self-conscious of my words now. I always feel like I'm going to say something that an actual manipulator would say or that I may somehow lead someone on by accident. My friendliness has come off on some people as romantic interest when it was never intended. So now I've been afraid of my words and if I somehow may accidentally say something to someone that has the wrong intentions from what I really mean.

In the end, this may sound silly, but in the end, I'm happy with the outcome because I came to understand myself better and become better at speaking up right away. Even getting all these people out of my life was good because I've realized I was pushing away my true interests such as my own F/Os and even the F/O Community. The Community has a deep place within my heart and soul because of all the kind people I met. I even was able to understand myself better through this Community. I still do play VRChat. I've just been keeping to myself mainly but its been nice. I'm away from the negative people and learned that in the end, you need to tell people things right out: such as not having interest in real life people. It may be scary but if someone can't accept you for you then don't be somewhere you are not comfortable. Do not become someone else for people. Always be you. Be true to yourself.

If you read to here, thank you. And even the people who won't see this part of the message, thank you for just being here and being alive. Hard things will come everyone's way but I know you can all always push through it. You always can, no matter what is happening.

I apologize if this post is very messy with words. So much happened in the span of four to five months and its not a fun topic to talk about. I even left out some small things such as the first person contacting my Mom and trying to make himself look good so she would tell me to get into a relationship with him. But like I said in the beginning: I'm doing better now. I'm happy and content with where I am in life. I'm back in the F/O Community, which feels like home, and I even have gotten closer with some F/Os. I even gained a new one I think. I'm still working on that heh. But thank you again for everyone's support. The support of commenting on posts, liking them reblogging, sending asks, all of that. Thank you. Thank you so much for being reasons to smile. Thank you for being you. (After rereading this, I realized I would like everyone to see my thanks so I'll be reposting this last part of this post!)