#also fuck transphobia if that wasn’t clear

[themainspoon]

SCOTLAND FOREVER!🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

it's gonna be hilarious if Scotland finally gets independence due to the fury over the overruling of the gender rights bill.

"so what finally broke up the union?" "well, we were too transphobic to stay in the same country"

look transphobia is bad and causes a lot of harm but imagine being so transphobic that you lose an entire country?

[laminesyamal]

y’all this might sound blasphemous lmao but… i can’t wait till messi retires from international football so i can stop giving a shit about argentina nt and their racist transphobic asses 💀💀💀

[sparksandstarsandstories]

gonna complain about terfs for a minute so heads up

Complaining starts here

This is obviously not the biggest problem terfs cause but I hate having to personally verify every single note I get on any post I make about sapphic history

I love queer history! I want to learn it and share it! I want to learn and share my corners of it! But unless I explicitly say “this post is trans-inclusive” it’ll get swarmed by transphobes

And I guess I could add that to every post but it feels. Just. Trite and performative. Especially because in many cases the spaces I’m discussing were not as trans-inclusive as they should have been, and I don’t want to erase that. But a lengthy disclaimer with all of this is bulky and also feels performative.

It’s just so frustrating to have to tread on glass in spaces that are supposed to be safe because otherwise my words will get hijacked by the kind of people who look at historical transphobia and lateral violence within the queer community and say, “yes, the good old days, we should do more of that.”

Anyway I’m considering deleting every post I made while reading odd girls and twilight lovers but I also don’t want them to be completely out of my hands

Complaining ends

[starwikia]

so like are we done with the idea that james is a victim of the internet harassment mob or whatever you guys like to call it when in reality no one like forced him to be part of the public eye again. he had multiple times to disengage but he threw himself head first into the spotlight with some half assed apology where he used his dead mom, illiterate dad, and like 293 mental illnesses that he was in the right to do a widdle plagiarism but it’s not his fault! it’s everyone else’s fault for not being nice to him about it!!! how dare these people bring these issues to the public not thinking how james would feel about it! like ppl are forgetting there was notable period of time james went off air entirely. and every time he’s jumped back it’s always attempts to paint himself as the victim.

like be real for a second if anyone was weaponizing the internet harassment machine it was james somerton. he knew what he was doing when he posted that note. he knew the shit his victims would get for having the crime of (checks notes) voicing out their issues with him. he knew there’s people out there who are foaming at their mouths to use anything they can get their hands on as a “gotcha!” at hbomberguy (right wing people yes, but don’t act like it’s just them i’ve seen plenty of lefties trying to prove they’re superior to harry). they don’t give a shit about james, not really. he’s the dude who hbomb did a “hit piece” (yes that’s a term i’ve seen people use) and that’s what matters.

not to mention the writing that’s also very clearly targeting nick who’s basically cut ties with him at this point. james pushed all the burden on nick by saying it’s their fault, actually. he’s one of the co-writers and everything going to shit was nick’s fault when they had the audacity to move. james is faultless! with james still trying to monetize stolen content on the blatant lie that he’s doing this for nick’s sake as a portfolio. acting as if nick isn’t an sentient human being who could upload their own content, as if nick would even want to be associated with james at this point. this isn’t a teenager being harassed for an honest mistake, this is a 35-year old con artist who’s stolen hundreds of thousands and peddled the most vile shit as actual history but realized he was in deep shit and weaponizes very serious mental health issues as a “i’m just a poor little gay baby!! my alter ego did it!!!”

for the record if you’re among the people who tried to wash down james’ crimes as “he just did plagiarism!! it wasn’t that bad of a crime!” fuck you, man. i’m not kidding.

the fact i’ve witnessed people whitewash his acts of racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, antisemitism and misogyny (in fact i’m probably still missing a few things here), and say he’s being harassed by the internet just because he stole articles makes it so clear they have no fucking idea what they’re talking about. his shit isn’t fucking erased just bc he realized that he has to handle the consequences. he’s grasping at anything he can at this point to make sure that even if he’s not coming back, he’s sure as hell trying to take anyone he fucking can down with him.

he doesn’t get a second chance to be a content creator at this point. he doesn’t get to show himself to do better. he needs to fucking leave. and if he tries to publicly make himself the victim then he better know that he’s going to get public backlash.

if anything situation proves to me that he can never be trusted with a public platform ever again because he will immediately guilt people into feeling sorry for him.

[thecapricunt1616]

Blue Lotus - SxC Fic - Chapter 3

♡ Summary: Carmy actually has allowed himself FRIENDS?? Also- he gets to have like.. a normal day with Syd somewhat, outside of work, hanging out with people who aren't in any way involved w/ the restaurant.

♡ W/C: 6,919

♡ Posted Date: 04/08/2024

♡ A/N: Hayo ;D Here is C3 of Blue Lotus!!! I am v much like Carmy & got a alot of amusement AND enjoyment writing this chapter, so that makes my brain tell me I took it too OOC & I haaate writing these 2 OOC. So if its OOC I'm sorry, but at least it's funny LOL. The story Shayna tells is lightly based on Euphoria But the college version - so if you've seen it that's why it feels a little familiar - if you haven't seen it its a same vibe except high school so the father is much, much more disgusting. But I looove writing Shayna so much, I have friends like her & they are always the personalities to make you laugh until youre sore the next day - & Syd & Carmy deserves a friend like that so I gave them one! Without further ado, I hope you enjoy <3 As per usual this fic is inspired by Tucson that can be read here It was written by my lovely friend @gingergofastboatsmojito please be sure to read that one before you read Blue Lotus, also do give Ginger a follow!!!

♡ Warnings for BTC: Talks of ; a near physical assault, blood, sex, transphobia/outing, self inflicted wounds, actually contains; smoking cigarettes/weed, drinking alcohol, vomiting, swearing

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡

“Hey! Im Sydney- sure! We were uh…we were gonna cook- do you wanna join? I just got back from the store” she got up, shaking her hand. 

“Totally -  my god this necklace! Where did you get it?” Shayna asked, leaning in and looking at the pendant “and you smell so good, lavender?” She said. 

“I thrifted it! I love thrifting. Carm does too- does it so much he has to keep extra jeans in his oven.. oh! And yeah this perfume it’s inside. I’ll show it to you” Syd replied happily. 

“Your oven?” Jesse asked Carm 

“Yeah uh.. not enough space- um Syd these are my…” he trails off 

“Friends. Were his friends- therapy friends I guess. I mean I hope he holds his word and texts me when we get out of here” Shayna nudged Carm’s shoulder gently. 

He cleared his throat “yeah- uh-my friends. Shayna and Jesse.” He said shyly. 

“Well it’s nice to meet you guys, have you ever had deer? They sell it at the grocery store here, harder to get in Chicago. I figured we’d try this recipe I thought up a while ago” she opened the door to the cabin and Jesse and Shana went inside making themselves at home right away. 

This wasn’t the first time they’d hung out, they would do this a few times a week before dinner and then sit and eat together before going back to their respective cabins for the night. 

“Never had deer before - aren’t you guys like super chefs or-“ Jesse is interrupted by Shayna’s whining 

“Carmen you still haven’t asked for a wifi box?!” She asked annoyed, putting her phone back in the pocket of her cargo jeans.  

“No I haven’t because I don’t need one I’m not addicted to Instagram or whatever the fuck” Carmy said, taking the door for Syd and she headed in, him following suit. 

“Oh yeah I forgot Carmy the little old man who likes to hide away from the online world- you look like you take fire Instagram pictures, how do you deal with that loser all the time?” She asked Syd jokingly, leaning against the counter and watching as she pulled various ingredients from the fridge. 

Syd laughed a bit, a big smile on her face as she moved around looking through various cabinets. “I do…um- Chef-“ she said and he sat up from where he was leaning against the kitchen doorframe 

“Where do you need me?” He asked her 

“Onions medium dice if you can manage the knives here suck” she took out one of the small knives they kept for him in the drawer and set it on the cutting board as she began to pick the rosemary, putting the sprigs in a bowl. 

“What the fuck is that” Shayna picked up a mortar with a deep black goop at the bottom. 

“Juniper berries…found a juniper tree when I was hanging outside. Made sure it’s the right kind so don’t be worried” Syd said and Carmen couldn’t help the small smile that curled his lips. 

“You found a juniper, and you just.. remembered this recipe?” Carmen asked, chopping the onions as skillfully as if he hadn’t been out of the kitchen a single day. 

“Thats hot” Shayna says “you’re hot as hell bitch! Oh my god! You just saw a tree and were like ‘let me make up this super cute berry deer coquette dish’ ” she said, causing Syd, her, and Jesse to crack up, but Carmen was lost. 

“The fuck is a coquette?” He asked, causing Syd to laugh harder when Shayna said between giggles 

“I told you! He’s so old!!!” She squeaked, leaning against the counter and wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. 

“Coquette is like… Marina and the Diamonds on Vinyl, pink bow, fairy princess, Sydney in the woods picking juniper berries aesthetic it’s like..a vibe.” Shayna explained.

“Oh my god- it’s a girl thing carm it’s like. I dunno- like pink frilly shit and like- Lacy shit?” Jesse tried to explain. 

Carm raised his brows, scraping the now cut onions into a bowl. “So Syd picking berries what does that have to do with- what did you say- pink bows?” Carm questioned and Shayna rolls her eyes. 

“It’s the vibe Carmen, the vibe. Ugh you are no fun I can already tell Sydney is the fun one. What music do you listen to?” Shayna sat up next to Syd on the counter as she dusted the board with flour and started to cut the meat into chunks. 

“I listen to…well- a lot. My mom loved R&B so I still listen to that but mostly 90s stuff that makes me think of her, I love SZA, HER, Jhené Aiko, oh Kali Uchis! Khelani of course… frank ocean is so fire I really like his stuff too..yeah just a lot of stuff.” She explained. 

Carm sat there digesting every word she said, it wasn’t unusual for him to do that. He tried tucking the unfamiliar names in the back of his mind so he could look them up or ask Shayna what she knew about them later. 

“Oh my god- we have to chill sometime!! Do you smoke?” Shay asked hopefully and Syd looked at Carm for a moment before her eyes flickered back to Shayna. 

“I do. But…not when I’m working. Because it fucks up my taste and smell..but I am on vacation so…” she said with a small shrug and a smile. 

“Dude! Oh my god Jesse cmon I need to go back to my cabin” she got down off the counter “I’ll be right back” she said and they headed out being sure to close the door behind them. 

“They’re fucking?” Syd asked and Carmen laughed a bit 

“No- no. Where’d you get that?” He asked, beginning to peel the carrots over the garbage can. 

“Why did he go with her? Aren’t the cabins all right here?” She asked. 

Carmen looked up at her for a moment “oh- yeah. They are. Shay has somethin about being alone. Somethin about her childhood- she came here because she said it’s like…the good version of where her dad sent her. Whatever that means. But she can’t be out and about alone it freaks her out. I guess she went to some… wilderness camp? She went on about it in one of our sessions. They were…they were fucked up.” He said, putting the now peeled carrot down on the cutting board and starting on the next. 

“Shit.” She said, putting the cast iron on the burner, starting the flame with the lighter that she’d found on the counter. “Like…so they left her in the middle of nowhere or something?” She asked and Carmy shrugged. 

“Kinda like that. She said that they like…would hike all day. And then at night they’d have to pitch their own tents. They took their shoes at night so they wouldn’t try and run. They’d like- send pictures back to their family- and if they didn’t smile they’d get in trouble. Pretty fuckin…sadistic shit t’do to a kid. Dunno how her dad thought it would change her ways - she said she went because their views on religion didn’t align…” he explained 

“Wow…” she said, after a long beat of silence “she’s like..I wouldn’t have expected her to be so friendly after that. I wouldn’t be” she said, salting down the meat. 

“Yeah Shayna is…a character. For sure. But she’s really sweet, and has a huge heart even though she loves to bitch people out. She’d cut someone if they tried to fuck with me, though. One of the newcomers showed me that” he chuckled, shaking his head a bit. 

“What happened?” She asked

“So we were at lunch, and before that day we just..sat at the same table but didn’t really talk. She talked, but I would mostly listen. And um, this new dude. Justin? I think? Total fuckhead. Guys a tank too, like fuckin’ 6’2? No joke. But uh he was like basically screaming at his table, talkin’ so fuckin’ loud, so I looked over- and he met my eyes and just went off hes like ‘you got a problem little man? What the fuck is up with you, you got a staring problem?’ And Shayna- you should have seen her!” He laughs at the memory. 

“What’d she do?” Syd asks curiously. 

“Oh, she picked up her mashed potatoes- like - a fist full of mashed potatoes Syd- bare handed- and screeeamed at him ‘YOU WANNA FUCK WITH HIM COCKSUCKER?! WHY DON’T YOU COME FUCK WITH A BITCH THAT CAN ACTUALLY LOOK YOU IN THE EYE, SCAREDY MOTHERFUCKER!’  then whipped it at the dude. It hit him right in the face- eeeeveryone was dying we were all cracking the fuck up. I haven't seen him again after that, thankfully, but then she just looked at me and asked me for my plastic knife so she could get the potatoes from under those huge nails she wears and went to wash her hands like nothing happened.” He explained. 

Syd laughs and Carm follows suit. “Wow. Well I guess I shouldn’t worry about you after all- you found a temporary big sister, you should keep her around. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who would pelt another in the face with mashed potatoes for me” she snorts a laugh, setting the meat in the pan. 

“I would. Without a shadow of a doubt, when Marcus was yelling at you I wanted to fuckin knock him out with a pan-“ he stopped himself and she looked over at him, the only sound now filling the room being the sizzling of venison on cast iron and the tick of the wall clock. 

She blinked a few times, unsure what to say before the memory of the drawing came back to her. 

Just say it now. Why else would he want to hit one of his employees with a pan if not for feelings he hasn’t made me aware of?

She’d thought to herself. 

But Carmen on the other hand was thanking god that Shayna and Jesse came back, boisterous as ever- 

“Pookiesss We come bearing gifts” Shayna drops a bag on the table, as well as a pink speaker that was playing some Spanish music Carmen hadn’t ever heard before. 

“You listen to Bad Bunny?” Syd asks as she turns around. 

“YOU Listen to bad bunny?” Jesse asks and Syd smiles big 

“Who doesn’t listen to Bad Bunny?” Syd laughed “he’s like- literally I think the most listened to Spotify artist or something? Top 3?!” 

“Who is bad bunny?” Carmen asks as he cut the carrots into matchsticks. 

“You need to train your dogs better, Sydney” Shayna teased, taking shooters of grey goose out of her tote bag and putting them in the freezer. 

Syd laughs so hard she snorts, covering up her mouth with her hand and shaking her head. “You are fucking insane” she said 

Carmen smiled big, looking over at Syd. “Chef, did you just snort?” He teased smugly and set his knife down, leaning against the counter next to her, smirking. 

“I did- because your friend thinks you’re my bitch” she teased, turning back to the meat and flipping each cube carefully with the metal tongs that were next to her on the counter. 

Carmen’s mouth drops and his cheeks go scarlett, Shayna snorts a laugh, sitting at the table casually, legs crossed as she picked the stems and seeds off buds of weed, while Jesse howls with laughter. “Fuuuck-“ he shakes his head with amusement “wow. I uh…” he snorts a laugh “I get you Carmen. Get you better now” he said. 

“Okay- fuck you shayna” Carmen shook his head, unable to contain his smile. He’d never heard Syd laugh so hard before and witnessing it made him feel on fire. 

“Sorry I can tell who wears the pants it’s a natural talent of mine” she shrugged, “Jess come do this” she slid the little container of picked apart buds over to the spot next to her and he sits next to her at the table. 

“So you guys aren’t..like you’ve not known eachother before this?” Syd asks them. 

“Oh! No we did actually. Jess and I met at this program when we were 14, restart. It was a pure chance though that we come here at the same time.” She said and got up, washing her hands in the kitchen sink of the sticky resin. 

“That’s so cool - where are you from?” Syd asked her as she takes the bowl of onions from next to Carm at the island, their hands brushing for a moment which caused Carmen to nearly cut himself because his focus was completely lost at her touch. 

“Were from LA. Aren’t you from Chicago? Why are you here? I mean- like it’s great you’re great I’m glad to have a sane member of society around, it’s refreshing when you’re only around only psychos, you know? But uh..” she laughed a bit when Syd got started “you must be…pretty close friends” she looked at Carm for a moment before looking back at her. 

Carmen suddenly felt something akin to anger sitting low in his chest. And it had to do with Shayna. He likes Shayna, so he wasn’t sure what was going on. But, Jesse saw the switch in Carmen- and read it right away as jealousy. 

“Uh…” Syd clears her throat nervously, suddenly not knowing what to say. 

“Like what is it? Jess? We went to restart in Wisconsin so Chicago? How far is that?” She asks. 

Jesse gave her the cut it out eyes, but Shayna hadn’t been able to play matchmaker in weeks, she was gonna push these two together the same way she made her Barbie’s kiss when she was a kid. 

“I’ll guess like - 1800 miles. Soooo- oh! And don’t you have that restaurant?” She asked and Syd nods. 

“Mmhmm we run it together. It’s fine though it’s being held down, I finally got my new Sous trained and his sister is working a lot lately she wants to get everything all together before she has her baby so…” she rambled on, trying to pull out any reason that made it sound like she was unneeded there - even though that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

“Right. I’m gonna go smoke would you like to come? I’m sure your…” she looks back at Carmen for a moment before looking back at Sydney “partner can hold this down until we get back?” She asked and looked at Carmen again, raising her brows. 

“Yeah- yeah Syd go. Go ahead go relax - got this chef.” He nods and went over to the stove, squeezing past her in the tight space, his hand brushing her waist momentarily as he did so. 

“Okay- okay sure” Syd nodded, following Shayna outside. She walked quietly for a few moments, lighting the joint and taking a drag before handing it over to Syd. 

They were about 30 feet from the house, Syd was taking a deep drag of the joint - savoring the taste since she couldn’t do it often, when Shayna said 

“You need to fuck eachothers brains out so he can go the fuck home. That- or tell him it’ll never happen so he can stay here for however long it takes him to break down and move on” 

Sydney choked on the smoke in her throat, quickly handing the burning joint back to Shayna and coughing into her arm. 

Shayna laughs before taking another drag, patting Sydney’s back sympathetically. “Sorry- people have told me I’m too blunt but I’d rather hear the truth so I give it to people straight” she said simply. 

“Dude! What if he heard you! Shhh!” Sydney said once she caught her breath. 

“Oh please! No! He didn’t! And if he did- he’d be leaned halfway out the door trying to hear the answer because he’s dying to know! You know he has the hots for you- please- don’t play stupid, girl” She rolled her eyes, handing the joint back over. 

“What - no- he’s- we’re business partners” Syd replied, shaking her head and taking a short drag. “He doesn’t. He’s just sick and clinging to me he’s - he’s depressed and I’m violating HIPAA or whatever by saying that but it’s honest! I’m not his type” She passed it back over to Shayna. 

She took it, laughing at her HIPAA comment “Chefs aren’t bound to HIPAA regulations, but nonetheless- I’ll be honest for you, since you can’t be honest with yourself. You flew here because you want to fuck him. There’s no other explanation- no not even just fuck- you love the guy. Why else would you fly across the country to be with him? Especially when he’s due home in 11 days. No dick is that great, especially attached to a guy on that many psych meds.” She said and took a long drag. 

Sydney’s heart began racing 100 miles an hour. She stopped walking, leaning against the fence, feeling like all the air had been knocked out of her lungs. She imagined this is how Carmy felt when Stardust threw him off. 

“Are you- what in the Hozier Adele ass fuck. You didn’t know? Or - realize- the L word? That you love him?” Shayna said, taking another drag of the joint. 

Sydney stared at the forest ahead, resting her hand on her forehead, shaking her head. “Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck.” She swallowed hard. “Um-uh I- I feel sick? I feel- I’m gonna throw up.” Syd said, standing up and quickly walking over to the large oak tree at the end of the rows of cabins, hurling up the remainders of her lunch which was just a McDonald’s burger she’d gotten on her way back from the grocery store. 

“Jesus Christ. It’s you too? What are you waiting for?” Shay followed after her, rubbing her back gently  

“What do you mean-“ She’s interrupted by a gag she couldn’t hold back. “Fuck. What do you mean what’s me too?” She asked, coughing and spitting the bile taste in her mouth on the ground before leaning against the tree to catch her breath. 

“Like- you and him both don’t even realize you’re in love. It’s weird as fuck. It’s usually one person chasing - but you guys are secretly chasing eachother? But also at the same time trying I dunno. One of you has to make a move though” she said, leaning on the tree next to Syd. 

“What if he’s just sick? What if he’s clinging to me because he’s sick and…and I’m like manipulating him” she asked nervously 

“Ahh yes because you are manipulating a grown man into not breathing when he sees you? You can do that? Can you teach me? Except I’ll use it to kill creeps” she nudged Syds shoulder, finally earning a smile back out of her. 

“He doesn’t do that…” she looked at the ground sheepishly

“When we get back, I’m gonna count out loud because the oblivious fuck hears no one when you’re around, and watch he won’t be breathing. I swear it’s like the first thing I noticed looks like a fuckin fish out of water.” She said and finished the joint, stomping it out with her shoe. “Shall we put my experiment to the test?” She asks and Syd rolls her eyes. 

“I wanna see what’s going on with the food let’s go” she smiled a bit, heading back with Shayna to the cabin.  

It only took them 4 minutes back, Shayna walks in first and Carm’s head pops up from his conversation with Jesse at the counter, and as soon as Syd pops in behind her- Shayna quietly starts whispering “one…two…three…four..-OW!” She squeaks as Syd kicks her ankle just enough to hurt. 

That was enough to break Carm out of his trance “hey- hey- how was your walk, y’okay? You look…I dunno” he came up to her, feeling Syds cheek with the back of his hand “y’flushed…” he said and she pulled away from his touch, feeling embarrassed. 

“I’m fine” she said, walking back to the stove and making sure the meat was okay. “What did you do with the beef stock?” She asked, looking over the counter. 

Carmy swallowed thickly “uh- sorry, sorry. Here” he went to where he put it in the cabinet and handed it to her. “We…we good?” he asked quietly. 

“We’re good. Get the juniper berries please.” She said without meeting his gaze and opened the stock, pouring some in the pan. 

Shayna giggles and Carm looks back at where she and Jesse were sat at the table, Jesse making a circle with his thumb and forefinger and thrusting his other finger in and out of it, alluding to their sexual tension lacing the room. 

“Oh you are children.” Carmen grumbles, grabbing a beer from the fridge and rolling his eyes “want one- dipshit? Cabin check is tomorrow they all need to be gone” he said and Jesse nodded with a smug smile. 

“You love your crazy camp besties pookie!!! Don’t play games cause your cool chef friend is around” Shayna said, getting up and going to the freezer, taking out 2 shots. 

“Syd?” She asked and Sydney turns around, looking at the shots in her hand. 

“Uh- why not. Sure. Just one” she said, taking one of them and cracking it open. 

“Cheers” Shayna says, clinking her shooter with Syds 

“To?” Syd asked. 

“New beginnings” Shayna said simply before tilting her head back and swallowing the shot in one gulp.

“That was the best fucking food I’ve ever eaten. Have you guys ever been told you should open a restaurant?” Jesse teased, helping Carmen clear the empty dishes from table. 

“Wow you really should pursue stand up, Jess” Carmy said with a small smile, collecting the 4 disposable cups they used for wine and throwing them away. 

“You know who would fuckin love her Carm?” Syd motions to Shayna 

“Who?” He mused, rolling up his sleeves and starting the hot water on the sink. 

“Richie. They’d be menaces together but they’d be best friends!” Syd laughs a bit and Carmen gasps 

“Richie!!! Yes! They would- but- Oh my god how is he? I literally- fuck. I’m so shitty I haven’t even really…like been thinkin about everyone back home other then like you and I- I guess sugar” Carmen said. 

Jesse and Shayna gave eachother a ‘we’ll discuss this romcom fuckshow later’ look, before giggling amongst themselves. 

“He’s- he’s Richie. He’s never gonna let me stabbing him go. Every time I tell him to do something he’s like ‘right away chef wouldn’t wanna get stabbed’ - he’s scaring the new hires, carm!” She giggled in the way that made his heart flutter like butterflies were smacking it with their wings. “And he keeps calling me cousin by mistake!! It’s getting ..really weird” she shook her head, sitting down at the table. 

“You stabbed a motherfucker?” Shayna asked impressed. 

Carmen laughed a bit “on accident” he told her 

“Doesn’t mean it didn’t feel good he was grating my last nerve that day. But I mean…he’s okay so I’m not that bad for thinking it” she smiled and Carmen laughed, scrubbing the plates with the sponge. 

“I would have stabbed this motherfucker but I just did one better and made everyone afraid to fuck with me. Everyone thinks this was a result of my attempt but it’s not.” Shayna showed off a long scar on her forearm, partially covered by a large dragon tattoo. 

“You did that to yourself?” Syd asked, slightly impressed but mostly a little scared, her finger gently rubbing up the raised scar. 

“Mmhmm. In college. I went to this party, this guy-“ she shook her head with a small, mischievous smile. “So he comes in the kitchen, he’s acting like a fucking bull so of course I’m staring at the weirdo, right? He looks at me- and he goes what the fuck are you looking at, bitch. And I was new, so I didn’t know it was his house. So I was like I’m looking at some meathead loosing his temper like a toddler, what the fuck are you looking at. And he just asks me who I am- and…” she sits back “I didn’t know anyone? Like…I went there to meet people. So I was like oh I’m Shayna and he just starts screaming ‘who the fuck is Shayna, does anyone at this party know a fucking Shayna?’ And he was like in my face. So I told him I was like I’m not trying to start anything here I’m minding my business back up and he goes ‘no one that looks like you is minding their own business’ and then he- he told me he knew what I was.” She said and shrugged.

 “ And that I just wanted attention. And that he would give me the attention I was looking for. And then? He told everyone in the kitchen that someone better speak for me or he was gonna fuck me up.- so, I grabbed a knife from the counter, and he backed up like a pussy and was like ‘I’m kidding! I’m kidding it’s a joke I’m fucking with you!’ And I asked him if he wanted to hurt me, and he kept saying no - even though I knew he was getting ready to kick the shit out of me, probably worse. So I slit my arm, and bled on him. Then I left. And no one ever tried to out me there again.” She said and sipped her beer. 

“You’re gay?” Sydney asked curiously. 

“Yeah but that’s- Jesus Christ these Chicagoans” she said, and her and Jesse started laughing. 

“What? What’s funny?” Syd sat up. 

“she’s-“ Carmen starts

“AHT!” Shayna tisks “no, Carmen, we got to make fun of you for a month now we get to make fun of her until she figures it out. I think you’re smarter though, socially speaking” She said and Carmen gives her the finger, causing her to laugh. 

“Oh- ohhhh! Wow! I wonder how he thought he could tell” Syd said and Carmen looks back at her. 

“Really?! How did you figure it out so fast?!” He asked her 

Syd laughs “oh because it’s the 2020’s and if someone says they were outed and it’s not about being gay, there’s only one other thing to out” she said and Carm huffs, annoyed with his own pitfalls of refusing to make friends his first 30 years. 

“Yeah how would he know? I didn’t know” Carm asked her and she smiled big, looking at Jesse. 

“It was fucked. Up. What you did. But if you wanna tell them? Gooo ahead.” He said with a smile, drying the dishes as Carm washed and rinsed them. 

Shayna laughs excitedly, sitting up and pushing her long blonde hair back. “Okay, so. I end up finding out who this guy is, right? And apparently…his dad who was the football coach was like- DL- into trans girls- “ Carm interrupts 

“What does that mean?” He asked her 

“DL? Down low, like- they fuck us in private” she explained and Carmen scrunched his brows in confusion 

“Why?” He asked and Shayna looked at him confused. 

“Because…they think it’s gay?” She said like it was obvious, but to Carmen, it wasn’t. 

“But… Y’re a girl. So how would it be gay?” He asked 

“I’ll give you a ‘how humans interact with eachother’ lesson later, Carmen, for now it’s story time” she teased.

 “Anyway-“ she continued “so I find this out, because I look up his name on Facebook - see his dad tagged, and I fly to Grindr- because I swore I literally saw him there. Turns out I had. So I send him a chat, we hit it off, I go fuck him-“ she said, Syd starts laughing, Carm turns around with wide jaw eyes and a dropped jaw. 

“Like- oh I fuuuuucked that man. Multiple times. He didn’t fuck me- let me say that again for your cis ears to have it sink in, I fucked- this man’s father” she said - Carmen’s jaw drops further, and Jesse was howling with laughter at Syd and Carmys shocked expressions. 

“No- no- Shayna- hold on I need a cigarette - Jesse take this shit over” Carmen pulls open the front door, pushing up the glass on the screen door, grabbed his beer and cigarettes from the counter, and sat next to Syd at the table. “Okay keep goin- I’ve never heard this much-“ he shook his head in amusement 

“Tea? I know- it gets better!” Shayna laughs. 

Carmen smirked, shaking his head and taking out a cigarette lighting it between his lips and taking a drag. “So you fucked this man’s dad.” Carmen couldn’t help but laugh at how insane the words sounded coming from his mouth- and Sydney followed suit, head falling back and eyes squeezing shut, Carmen’s heart quickened at the adorable sight, having the urge to reach out and grab her soft, delicate hand that was just a few inches from his own on the tabletop. 

“Oh my god- were taking them with us back to chicago- I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this” Syd said, stealing his beer from next to him and taking a sip. 

The action made Carmen’s heart skip a beat. The fact that she was comfortable drinking out of something his lips had already touched, it drove him wild. They had tried food off of the same spoon at work just so they didn’t have to go through the hassle of washing two, but this felt…different. More intimate. 

“Did you- I’m sorry- did you want one?” He asked “I didn’t think you liked beer - I thought you said you like wine more” he said and she shook her head. 

“We can share…right?” She asked, a bit shyly. She wasn’t sure what made her do it, maybe it was because her white claw had been long forgotten and now was luke warm on the kitchen counter, or maybe it was the few extra shots she’d been convinced into taking earlier that was causing her to take the chat with Shayna to heart. 

“Yeah- course, always.” He nodded a bit. Unnoticed by Syd and Carmy, Jesse and Shayna give eachother another ‘we’re gonna talk about this romcom shit later’ look before Shayna clears her throat. 

“So- yes Carmen, I fucked this man’s father. And multiple times. He was married- I didn’t fully know that though before you both look at me shitty- he didn’t say that -“ Jesse cuts her off 

“Ohhhh- oh! No!!” He laughs “no- the real story- is that she saw a ring but didn’t ask about it - you may now continue” he said, turning back to the sink and rinsing the last of the dishes. 

Carm snorts a laugh “evil. That is evil the man’s marriage! Shayna!” He took a drag of his cigarette and she rolled her eyes. 

“It was already on the rocks- let me finish! You fucks! So then- I recorded it, and I held onto it- just in case. But. Get this- one of my girlfriends on campus? Guess who she ran into on Grindr?” She asks and Carm and Syd both lean in slightly, and Shayna can’t help but notice the way they were already so in sync. 

“The fucking guy from the party” she said and Syd gasps, Carmen cracks up. 

“He’s his fathers spitting image. Thats it. That’s why- that’s why he said that to you. He knows about you or whatever? Because he loves girls like you and is also a pussy.” Syd said and Carm hums in agreement. 

“Exactly! Exactly. So…I had her tell him to meet her in the park- but…” she smirks and Sydney covers her mouth preemptively, knowing whatever was going to say next was going to be off the wall. 

“I was there too- fucking his dad! And oops! he saw us! And I asked him if we should check and see who’s bigger- he dropped out of school the same week- and the dad resigned” she said and took another casual sip of her beer with a proud smirk.

Carmen sits there, dumbfounded, looking to Sydney who when she saw the look on his face cracked up. “Your face-“ she said, causing him to start laughing as well. 

“Shay-“ he looks at her, wiping tears that were gathering in the corners of his eyes from laughing so hard. “Shayna what the fuck” he managed to get out before laughing again, shaking his head. “You are a person that I won’t ever, ever get on your shit list if I can help it” he said, looking over quickly when Syd coughs from laughing so hard 

“Woah- arms up, arms up” he tells her and goes to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and coming back quickly, opening the cap and handing it to her. She took a large sip. 

“Thank you- sorry- fuck you Shayna you’re gonna kill us both I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh this hard” she said and Shayna smiled 

“Well, that’s a good thing. this guys got a problem with having the dead inside look- at least before you got here” she nudged Carm with her elbow. 

He realized he was still stood, hand protectively on the back of Syds chair looking down at her as if she was the only one in the room. 

“Isn’t that why we’re all here?” Jesse countered, sitting in the empty chair next to Shayna 

“I’m very alive inside- I just get too manic and start destroying my life because it’s something to do” she said and finished off her beer. “I’m already on probation cmon I need to go to my cabin and you aren’t allowed to have fun without me” she told Jesse, standing up and grabbing her bag and speaker. “Nice to meet you, Sydney. And Remember our chat hot stuff” she said as she put her bag on her shoulder. 

“Yeah- we’ll probably run into each other again, I leave Sunday night.” She said, and Carmen’s heart soars. 

He wasn’t sure why, he just thought maybe she’d just fly in for one night to see how he was and then leave the next day, but the fact she was staying a whole other day and a half- and they would be alone. 

“Sick! Okay well we’ll link up tomorrow then, have a goodnight guys - and remember wrap it before you tap it, shortstack!” Shayna said as her and Jesse shut the door behind them and head off. 

Carmen blushed pink, shaking his head. “She’s a hack, but she’s a very nice hack” Carm said, rubbing over his face embarrassedly. 

“They’re super cool Carm. She’s..really fuckin out there but-“ she shrugged looking at the clock. “Oh- shit. Fuck- it is late, I don’t want you to get in trouble” she said, standing up and grabbing her coat off the back of her chair. 

“You- you aren’t um…staying?” He asked and got up, grabbing her backpack she’d brought with her from the kitchen table and bringing it over. 

“Oh well all of my- stuff..” she trailed off, eyes locked on his. They stayed there silent for a moment, and his heart started pounding in his chest so hard he could feel it in his stomach. 

“Uh-“ he started and nervously bit the inside of his lip, he’d been doing that a lot tonight. He was holding his tongue, he always did around her. He didn’t understand it, because unless she was around it was like a part of his brain switched off, and he didn’t have access to speech in the same capacity as when she was near. 

“I- so…I think um- I-“ he stops himself, grabbing his shoulder nervously and averting her gaze. His throat suddenly felt tight, this was it. He either said something, or he let her leave and he stayed up all night thinking about what he should have said when she leaves. 

“Did you draw me?” Sydney asks suddenly. 

Carmen feels his stomach doing flips, his palms got sweaty and all of the color drained from his face. “I-“ he crossed his arm over his chest, tightly gripping his hoodie. He suddenly felt as if he could be sick, “I’m sorry?” It came out sounding like a question. 

Sydney felt insane “you- when-“ she smiled nervously “oh god- Jesus- I- it must be the-“

Carmen cut her off before she could say what would shut his entire course of action that he was trying to lay out down fully before he could attempt to put it into motion. “I meant- I meant I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. Syd. That’s how I meant it. I - you remind me of home.” He said, not breaking her gaze. “And I need a little bit of that, here.” He said softly. 

Syd just nods, holding on to the chair for stability. She wasn’t sure if this conversation was really happening or if she was in some insane dream. She could hardly believe Carmen was expressing himself to her, in a way other then anger or fear. 

“I..I draw you a lot.” He admits, running a nervous hand through his hair. “We do uh- art..art therapy. A few hours every day” 

“Can I…see them? If…if that’s okay?” She questioned. 

The color came back to Carmen’s face full force, he had to be sure whichever sketchbooks he would show her had none of the explicit themed drawings. “Uh- sure. Sure…gimme a sec- I’ll um” he headed to the bedroom, opening the desk drawer and grabbing the bigger sketchbook he usually took to art therapy, the safest one since the therapist would come and look at whatever the patients were working on.  

He quickly flicked through it to make sure, before heading back out to the living room where Syd had sat on the couch when he went to retrieve the sketchbook. “I’m- sorry…sorry if this is like. Weird-“ he said, feeling suddenly Insecure about his hobby that was the reprieve that got him through any of the sleepless nights he had here. 

“No- no its..it’s sweet Carm, can I?” She asked, grabbing the sketchbook in his lap, their hands brushing lightly. He felt that familiar fire in his chest, and nods with a hum of agreement. 

She opened it, eyebrows raising in surprise “they aren’t like-“ he started 

“This is incredible-“ she cut him off and leaned over him, turning on the lamp at his side to get a better look at the portrait he had committed to memory of her smiling. He nearly shivered when her curls brushed his cheek, the smell of the perfume on her neck mixed with the familiar scent of her causing goosebumps to appear over his flesh. 

“I don’t know if I should be offended that you remember the gap in my teeth so well. Because I know for a fact you aren’t on Instagram” she said. He smiled, rolling his eyes slightly 

“It’s one of your nicest qualities” he shrugged a bit. 

“Oh one of them? Are there many?” She smiled, flipping the page.

“I think the question should be if you have any flaws” he said, and her eyes flicked back to his. 

They were now sitting so close that their faces were less then a foot apart. “I think we both know that’s bullshit.” She said 

“To you maybe” his eyes flickered to her lips momentarily. 

“I always catch you doing that” she teased, smiling a bit. 

“Doing what?” He asked, his eyes meeting hers again. 

“I dunno…staring at me..like..” she looks at his lips for a long moment before meeting his gaze once again. 

“Why do you think?” He asked quietly. 

“There are alot of things I can’t seem to figure out about you…Carmy” she said just above a whisper. 

“Well what do you want to know. I’m uh…trying to be more open.” He said equally as soft. 

“Do you know why I really came here?” She asked 

“Because you saw the fuckin drawing, somehow.” He smiled a bit. 

“Yes” she chuckled “but- it just..it kinda confirmed something for me I dunno- I just wanted to come check if maybe-“ 

She’s interrupted by his lips on hers, she was surprised at first, but of course didn’t pull away. He cupped her cheek gently, his thumb rubbing over her supple skin. 

The way their lips moved together was natural, like they’d done this already a thousand times in a hundred lives. His nose gently nudges hers and she wraps her fingers in his dirty blonde curls, tugging gently how she’d fantasized so many times. 

He slid his tongue over her plump bottom lip, humming softly when she opened her mouth at the contact. His hands were nearly shaking. His entire body felt like it was exploding with tiny fireworks underneath his skin. 

The air between them both felt as if it was crackling with electricity. As if the universe was humming in approval that they had finally accepted their bond. 

Sydney had never felt anything so right. She felt as if every stress in her life evaporated, as if her and Carmy were the only 2 people in the world. She felt like she was glowing from the inside out.  “T’make sure I wanted t’do that…right?” He said softly when she pulled away. 

➵ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡♡♡ ⋙

[odinsblog]

I just found out about Jasmine Sherman and they look really cool. Like, the policies that they say they’re going to do? The fact that they have an audiobook option for people to listen to what the policies say on their platform? (If people don’t have JAWS or screen readers on their devices, JAWS for computers.) I really hope they get far enough in the presidential race. Although Cornel West is my next choice should he get far.

Yeah, sorry but Hell NO.

I’m all for audiobooks and JAWS readers, but I’ve never heard of Jasmine Sherman before and as far as I’m concerned, Ms. Sherman is just another throwaway vote. She has the same chance of winning the next election as a randomly picked name from a hat. Same goes for Cornel West and for 🤡 RFK Jr., and same for Marianne Williamson, and in fact, same for anyone who isn’t named (I honestly cannot believe that EYE am saying this, but here we are) Joe Biden.

Look, in 2020 I went through the same journey that I think a lot of voters are going through right now: I swore up and down that I wasn’t going to vote for Biden because he had (and still has, tbqh) a lot of conservative policies that I vehemently disagree with—LOL, don’t even get me started on Title 42, okay? But at the end of the day, I carried my Black ass into that voting booth and I begrudgingly did what I had to do.

All I know is, I do not want Donald fucking Trump in the White House. That’s it. Not “lesser evilism” not “he’s the next LBJ” not anything else, except for I’m voting for the person who has the best chance of beating Trump and keeping his racist ass out of the White House. THAT’S just about my only motivation here. Dassit. Periodt. I can deal with everything else later.

And I can live with myself with that vote.

But yeah, I’m Black and I gotta live not only with myself, but I also gotta live in this world and look other people in the eye. People who don’t even have my extremely limited level of privilege.

I’m not gonna go into detail about how a Trump presidency would make literally everything worse than it already is—and yes, sadly that includes Palestine, Ukraine, transphobia, homophobia, immigration, and whatever else is allegedly important to disproportionately ☭ white, online “leftists” 🙄 who keep telling people not to vote, or keep telling people to vote for candidates who cannot win.

As far as I’m concerned, Trump getting back into the White House is an existential threat to everything I hold dear. So no, anon, I will fucking not be throwing my vote away on some random ass person I’ve never heard of before, who has no mf chance of ever winning.

And yes, I still have problems with Biden. Like, a lot of problems. Like, a LOT, lot. But he’s the best chance we got at stopping Trump, and Trump needs to be stopped. That, plus I desperately want to see Trump pay for everything he’s gotten away with so far. Voting for Biden is the best way for me to give that a chance.

So yeah, I am deathly afraid of a second Trump term. And a big part of what is driving that fear is the fact that Joe Biden is vulnerable and super beatable. Like, his winning the next election is not a guarantee—did Hillary Clinton’s completely preventable loss teach you nothing at all??

Anyway, I’m not tryna write a book here. I think I’ve made my thoughts clear on Jasmine Sherman and whoever else is the flavor-of-the-day that can’t and won’t beat Trump. Biden is really fucking up and making himself even more beatable by unconditionally supporting Israel, and if he wins he might continue to fuck up, but I promise you that Trump will do unimaginably worse to Palestinians—and that’s not hyperbole.

Lastly, I really debated long and hard about whether or not to make this post rebloggable. PLEASE don’t make me regret that decision, OKAY??

Like, I know that a lot of people who unconditionally LOVE Joe Biden (that’s not me, btw) and the Democratic Party will be tempted to add, “VOTE BLUE NO MATTER WHO!” to this post, but I am begging you to please resist that urge, okay? I don’t know how to precisely put it into words, but unless you’re already convinced and have decided to vote for Biden, there’s just something about adding that braindead slogan that is incredibly off putting. It’s like an annoying ad that you want to skip and ignore on YouTube; it’s vapid; it’s old + tired; it’s lowkey offensive, and it tells people that you haven’t really given a lot of thought to anything and you’re just another insipid Blue MAGA sycophant blindly hopping on the bandwagon. Please find a better more intelligent way to express your support of Biden, okay?

ALSO, if you just search for Jasmine Sherman on Tumblr, you get a lot of anonymous asks like this

And sorry, but having lived through the 2016 and 2020 interface elections, yeah, it just smells fishy af. Chipping away at Biden votes is another way to help get Trump re-elected. And Trump supports Putin and Netanyahu

[barclaysangel]

The Birth of Jun (transfem Juniper Wheeler AU)

I literally wrote this within about 5 hours, which is crazy. I lost sleep just to finish this to make sure it’ll be posted by morning. I’m still nervous to post it since this is my first time writing for this AU and I just hope y’all like it. If you guys do, then MAYBE I’ll write a second part where Jun gets the name Juniper. Maybe.

Anyway, this is setting in the Final Family/Chucky season 2 rewrite AU where Jun survives and lives with Andy in the middle of the woods, torturing and killing Chuckys together. Because canon does not exist to me, obviously. I’ve written drabbles/oneshots about this AU before and this is just another one but with transfem Juniper.

If you guys really do like this, pls leave comments, it insanely fuels my motivation! I thrive off it and I’ll also appreciate some feedback since this is my first time writing a trans character.

Thank you and enjoy :)

Tags: @the-carlos-cow-eyes @erasedmystic111 @streets-in-paradise

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: Internalized transphobia, mentions of suicidal ideation, cursing

There was something wrong with Junior. 

That much she had always known, ever since she could remember. She wanted to be a princess, not a prince. A mermaid, not a merman. She wanted to be something that she could never be. 

But Junior hid it for so long, and she hid it well. She buried that part of herself so deep down that no one would ever suspect it growing up. She became the perfect “masculine, traditional son” that her father wanted. She destroyed every single part of herself and burnt it all to the ground just to please him. 

And even though she killed her own father, she still would have done it all over again. 

Gods, she was pathetic. Pathetic and stupid and dirty and broken. 

Despite Junior’s efforts to hide her dirty little secret from the world, she still had moments where it would bubble and come up again. The dysphoria with her short hair, flat chest, and other features that just didn’t feel right. It would be bad enough at times where she wanted to curl into a ball and cry all the fucking time. 

But she would have no choice but to pull herself together and keep up the act, just like she always did. 

However, this moment wasn’t like the other moments with her father. It wasn’t him she had to worry about, but Andy. 

Andy wasn’t like her father at all. He was patient, understanding, and kind. Her father would be ashamed if Junior ever cried in front of him and tell him to “Stop being a pussy and pull yourself together, you’re a man!”, but Andy would hold her in his arms and comfort her. He had been there through every mental breakdown, depressive episodes, nightmares, moments of self-destructive tendencies, all of it. 

Andy stayed right by her side and never budged despite how much Junior tried to push him away. She pushed and pushed and pushed but he never stayed away through it all. 

Junior wasn’t used to that. When she pushed people away and burned bridges to the ground, it stayed that way. Just look at her relationship with Jake. But Andy refused to be pushed away and has made it very clear to her that he wasn’t planning to go anywhere. 

Yet that still didn’t reassure her for some reason. It still filled her with so much fear if Andy ever looked too hard and realized just how broken and defective she really was. 

So once again, Junior hid it. She hid her secret under lock and key and made sure to keep her masculine act on display. 

But then the dysphoric moment hit hard, harder than before, and she wanted to die. 

Junior didn’t want to leave her cot. Her appetite was long gone. She just tried to bury herself deep into her blankets and hoped that one of the Chuckys she and Andy had been torturing could escape and stab her to death, finally finishing his job that he failed to do months ago. 

Andy had been no stranger to her being depressed. They had been staying at that small cabin for almost 5 months, it was now the beginning of April. Sometimes he would give Junior some space if she truly needed it but most of the time, he would be there to offer her food and water and just an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on. He hardly left her alone when she got like this. 

She didn’t blame him. Andy was probably worried that she would take one of his guns and end it all. 

Not like that idea wasn’t tempting. 

But right now, Junior wanted to be alone. She wanted to forget that the weather was getting warmer, which would make her have to ditch the hoodies and reveal the parts of herself that she hated. She just couldn’t bear to go through this, she would much rather hide away for hours or even days. Just as long as she would feel just slightly normal again. 

However, she never really was that lucky. 

“Junior?” She heard after the three light knocks, shuddering deeply and tearing up from the sound of her own name, like something about it was just wrong. “Can I come in?”

Curse Andy for respecting her privacy and boundaries. Logan would just barge in without a warning. Despite everything she was feeling, she still managed a small “Uh huh…” to placate him since she knew he would just be more worried if she refused. 

Andy opened the door slowly and she could smell why. Even without moving from her position under the blankets, she could smell the food that Andy was bringing in. When he stood beside her cot, Junior lowered the blankets enough to see the plate of scrambled eggs and toast in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Normally that would make her mouth water but this time, it made her stomach churn. 

“I know you may not feel like eating right now, but I can’t let you go the whole day without something in your system. Can you try to eat something please?” Andy spoke gently to her, placing the plate and the mug on the floor beside the cot. 

Junior merely shook her head slightly. “I’ll eat later. ‘M not hungry.” She mumbled before putting the pillow from under her head now on top of her face. 

Andy sighed quietly but instead of leaving, he sat down on the edge of the cot. “Kid, I can’t let you starve. I’m not asking you to finish off the plate, but just have a few bites with your coffee. Please?” 

She didn’t say anything this time, her silence was enough of an answer. 

“Junior, c’mon,” She shivered and squeezed her eyes shut when Andy said her name again, “I know you’re not in the mood but you’re gonna just make yourself feel worse. Remember what happened a few weeks ago?” 

She wished she couldn’t. Going nearly the entire day without eating only to almost binge afterwards, resulting in her throwing her guts up. But Andy was with her the whole time, rubbing her back and keeping an arm around her so she would stay supported rather than to fall face first into her own vomit from exhaustion along with cleaning her up afterwards once she was finished hurling and crying. 

No matter what, Andy stayed with her through everything. 

Imagine if he found out you thought you were a girl, Junior thought bitterly to herself, He’d despise you and leave you then without a doubt. 

She stiffened briefly when she felt a hand on her ankle from over the blankets before recognizing Andy’s touch, relaxing just slightly. “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

Junior quickly shook her head from under the pillow. She couldn’t, she absolutely couldn’t. For the first time, she didn’t want to ruin something good. She already felt like she was one wrong move from spilling it all. 

She just needed to keep her mouth shut and hold it all in. She could do it, she’s been doing it her entire life. She can keep going. 

Andy gave her a gentle and reassuring squeeze to her ankle. “Okay. I just want you to know that I’m here if you do want to talk. I don’t need to talk, I can just listen to as much as you need me to. Alright, Junior?” 

Junior winced and wasn’t able to swallow down the whimper this time, which immediately got Andy’s attention. 

“Hey, kiddo, what’s wrong?” She couldn’t see his face but she knew that he would be wearing that concerned frown, the one where he genuinely acted worried for her. 

Junior shook her head again, keeping her eyes closed because she knew she would break down and cry. Andy needed to leave now before she would completely lose her mind. 

The hand on her ankle moved to her back, rubbing small circles there to comfort her. “Junior?” 

“Stop…” 

Andy paused from his motions. “What?” 

“Stop…calling me that!” Junior didn’t know why but it was like something shattered inside of her, like the dam in her finally broke. 

She ripped the pillow off of her head and bolted upright, the suddenness making Andy back up slightly. “I have tried so fucking hard to be Junior! To be the perfect son Junior. The cross-country star Junior. The strong and masculine Junior. I have ripped myself to shreds and molded myself to be what everyone else wanted me to be! But for what? It’s not fucking worth it because I’m not! I’m not Junior! I’m not a boy! I’ve tried so fucking hard but I’m not, I just keep trying and trying but nothing fucking works anymore! I’m so sorry but that isn’t me, this fucking isn’t me! I’m too broken and fucked up to be Junior and to be a fucking boy!” 

Junior didn’t realize she was screaming until she finally stopped, her voice hoarse. And no one said a word. Andy stared at her with wide eyes and an unreadable expression as reality slowly settled in. 

Oh fuck…what did I just do?

She started shaking, her breathing picked up and she hid her face in her hands, sobbing. “I-I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean it, I was l-lying, I-I-I…” for some reason, now she couldn’t even get the words out after everything from how hard she was hyperventilating. 

Congratulations, you fucking idiot. You really did it now. You ruined it. Now Andy will think you’re disgusting. He’ll hate you. He’ll throw you out and finally leave you alone, just like you deserve, you pathetic piece of sh–

Andy’s hands went around Junior’s body, pulling her closer to him carefully until her cheek was pressed to the crook of his neck, one hand now rubbing her back up and down soothingly. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, breathe. Take some deep breaths, kiddo. Just follow my breathing, okay? Breathe…” 

She was shaking through her sobs, her hands clinging onto Andy’s shirt tightly in her fists. His other hand went up to cradle the back of her head so softly as if she was something gentle and precious to him. Junior could hardly breathe but Andy kept guiding her, speaking to her kindly until she was able to finally pull in deep breaths with his help. 

They barely spoke, with Junior crying and Andy whispering reassurances to her. When she started to calm down, she didn’t move, she felt too mortified. It felt like one wrong move, and Andy would finally turn her away. 

“Kiddo?” He finally spoke, “Do you remember what I’ve always told you? About what I want for you?” 

Junior sniffled, still crying but not nearly as badly while holding onto Andy’s shirt still for dear life. “For…for me t-to be a kid…” 

“Yeah, that too. But what else?” 

She thought about it longer this time, hesitating. “…that you-you want me to be h-happy…” 

Andy moved away just slightly, making her whimper again but instead he adjusted himself to fully face Junior and hold her face in his hands. “Exactly. I care about you, kid. I’ve had since the moment you basically passed out on my doorstep. All I want is for you to be happy. And if being a boy doesn’t make you happy…then stop trying. Stop putting yourself through that pain, okay? Just…just be yourself.” 

He was looking at her so seriously yet so gently, as if all that mattered in that moment was her. Unshed tears began building up again in her eyes and Andy continued speaking. “I mean it. I will never judge you for who you are. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere just because you aren’t a boy. I swear on the River Styx.” 

That oath meant more to Junior than any other sort of promise. It was an oath from Percy Jackson, and really any kind of Greek mythology. They both knew how serious that oath was. And for that reason, it was what gave her the push that she needed to finally come out. 

“Andy…I…I’m a girl…” her voice was tiny but it was still enough for Andy to hear, starting to cry again but he pulled her back into a hug. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you…” He reassured her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “I’m so fucking proud of you, kiddo. I promise I am. I know this wasn’t easy for you, I can’t even begin to imagine how long you’ve felt like this but never said anything. So thank you for telling me. I’m proud of you.” 

Junior cried a little harder at that, still not entirely used to having someone tell her that they were proud of her. But this time, the tears were more of relief and she just completely leaned against him. 

Never in her life did she ever think she’d actually come out and tell someone this secret. She just thought she had to fight the feeling down further and further until it disappeared or it just ended up killing her. 

But no. She lost it and everything spilled out. But…it didn’t end up badly like she thought it would. 

Andy accepted her. He accepted her without another thought. Strong and tough and badass Andy accepted her and told her that he was proud of her for coming out. 

This felt almost like a dream, something too good to be true for Junior. 

“So…I suppose you don’t want to be called by that name anymore, right?” Andy asked and she nodded in response, gripping onto his shirt again. “Okay. Is there…another name I can call you? It doesn’t need to be your permanent name, it could be like a…placeholder. Just something temporary until you can figure out a name that makes you feel like you.” 

She didn’t say anything for a moment, thinking long and hard before settling on something simple. “Maybe just…Jun. For now. Jun. Without an E at the end.” 

Andy nodded and lightly leaned his cheek to her head. “Jun without an E at the end, got it.” 

Jun could practically hear the smile on Andy’s face and lazily hit his side with the back of her hand. “You’re a dork…” 

“Yeah, yeah I am. But so are you, so…” Andy poked Jun’s side, making her giggle before she yawned, her dysphoric episode and breakdown now tuckering her out. 

“You tired, kiddo?” He asked and she yawned again while nodding, not moving from her position. 

“Can I just…stay here? For a bit? Please?” Jun asked quietly and almost immediately, his hand went up to her hair and stroked her hair softly, causing her to close her eyes. 

“Sure you can. And I’ll stay right here with you too. But as soon as you wake up and get hydrated, you need to eat, okay?” Andy told her, accepting his fate to have Jun fall asleep on his shoulder. 

She nodded, yawning once more as a sense of pure peace and bliss filled her. She knew she was safe now. Nothing would happen to her. 

“Thank you Andy…” Jun murmured under her breath. 

Just before she could drift off, she felt Andy kiss her forehead, one hand playing with her hair and the other being secured around her body. “Anytime. Goodnight, Jun.” 

[sophieinwonderland]

On The Survivor's Network Admin's "Apology"

As many know, the Admin of the Survivors' Network made an awful post about me back in November. In the recent document from the Survivors' Network, it included the admin's "apology" to the server, and I wanted to address that.

The Original Post

Pictures of the original post are at the bottom under the Keep Reading. TW in advance for fakeclaiming, transphobia, misgendering, bullying, etc.

The "Apology"

When the post resurfaced this year, the admin had this to say in the Survivor’s Network: i am going to be fully transparent. i am the one who made that post, on November 28th of 2022. it was a shitty post. but ugh. i don’t know. i was in an abusive situation i was still in denial about and taking my anger out where i felt it was righteous. i had been trying to stay away from syscourse for similar reasons, but i’ve got a part i failed to keep track of there. and that is shitty. i was just so pissed that, just like she is now, she was only afloat after some terrible shit coming up because of claiming oppression she neither understands or actually experiences. i was so fucking upset, as a trans person, that she had repeatedly waxed about being and identifying as cis and then as soon as it benefit her claimed that she was oppressed in the same way trans people are. it fucking hurt to see that and to see so many people just accepting it— because that was why she said it. not because she actually believed it, but because it put her back in good standing to have a few more made-up oppression points. and then i did the Really Shitty thing and i decided to break through the Sophie Wall and talk directly to the host. and i got really fakeclaimy, and i regret the fuck out of that. if i could go back and have not made that post, i would. it’s private now, and, for full transparency, if any of you want to see the full post i can send it but in honestly ashamed by it now. i don’t care whether or not sophie is experiencing what she says she is, i don’t want other people to see that and be hurt by it. i just. ugh. i was being an idiot. in the place i am now, i’d never make a post like that. i feel really bad about it. it was immature and a very obvious display of lack of inhibition on my part. it does highlight where i think i’m still in need of s lot of growth, though, and reminds me i do need to continue to work with [alters name that I am not going to include in this incredibly public post, for system privacy] in therapy. i do also want to apologize to you all for doing this. i wasn’t leading by example. i wasn’t being mature. i was spitting vitriol, something that especially now, more than ever, with my current religious/spiritual growth and my personal growth in therapy, never feel is okay. i used to be a very hateful person towards people that i felt were wronging me and/or my community, and this is no exception to that. i regret it deeply, and can only rectify  that by promising that i have been growing and will continue to grow as time goes on. i’m really sorry. and i’m sorry that i didn’t deal with that post sooner— i would have if i had remembered it was there. i actually need to go through all my oldest posts, some of them are pretty bad.

Who the apology was for...

To be clear, this was not an apology to me.

It did not express any regret whatsoever at how it might have affected me. They express that they're concerned about other people being hurt by it and that they're sorry to the Survivors' Network for not leading by example. But they don't seem overly bothered by its impact on the person it was about.

Which is fine. I don't care. I'm not asking for an apology, and certainly wouldn't want them to fake one for my benefit. But since that one ask suggested I was given apologies, I suspect they might have mistook this post made in the Discord server... which wasn't intended for me, didn't express guilt over how it affected me, and wasn't in a place I could even find it unless I had a spy in the server... as an apology to me. I just wanted to establish for the record that this apology was worded in a way that it was directed at basically everyone but me.

Reasons are given in the document why they chose not to reach out and thought it would be a bad idea. And while those may have truth to them, this post reads as if they don't feel guilt for how this might have impacted me.

Maybe I'm wrong, but if that is the case, then I'm genuinely thankful they didn't try to give me some fake apology they didn't mean. I don't need and don't want it.

That's not what I wanted to talk about though.

Yes, Cis-Identifying Headmates With Different Genders Than The Body's AGAB Are Still Oppressed In The Same Way Trans People Are!

Let's zero in on this...

i was so fucking upset, as a trans person, that she had repeatedly waxed about being and identifying as cis and then as soon as it benefit her claimed that she was oppressed in the same way trans people are.

Do you think that the reason trans people are oppressed is because cis people just really hate the word trans?

That if trans people just called themselves by a different label, they'd totally be accepted in society?

No. Of course not!

And likewise, just because cis-identifying headmates with different genders from the body's AGAB don't identify as trans, that doesn't mean that they aren't oppressed in the same way trans people are.

That doesn't mean they won't be directly impacted by the way society treats any GNC people, and even much of the transphobic legislation being passed right now!

Transphobia isn't actually hatred of just the people who call themselves trans. It's hatred of people with different genders from their AGAB and GNC people, regardless of if they call themselves transgender or not.

On Why I Identify as Cis...

First, the most obvious reason I identify as cis is because I am. As far as I'm concerned, my inner form is my true form. And it's always been assigned female. What our shared body's assigned gender is doesn't matter to me.

But I will make a confession: the reason I talk about being cis so much, the reason I flaunt it, is to make a statement.

There was a very infuriating bit of sysmed gatekeeping last year that argued that headmates can't identify as transgender if their gender is the same as their AGAB.

I found this incredibly hypocritical given that almost all systems have non-transgender headmates with differing genders from the body's AGAB, but they're not forced to label themselves as transgender.

At the same time, they also don't publicly call themselves cis despite feeling cis on the inside.

So my goal of bringing up being cis frequently is to challenge accepted norms for systems. To normalize publicly identifying as cis headmates, and by extension, to normalize headmates with the same gender as the body's AGAB identifying as trans.

If people have a problem with trans-identifying headmates with a different gender from their body's AGAB, then they should also have a problem with cis headmates with a different one. And that means the vast majority of the plural community.

I call myself cis, all the time, to get people to think seriously about how we conceptualize gender when it comes to systems.

But identifying as cis doesn't mean I don't experience gender dysphoria while fronting, nor does it magically stop me or any other cis-identifying headmates from being victims of the same oppression we would face if we identified as transgender instead.

On Having Room To Grow

It was nice to apologize to the other people who saw it.

But this apology still doubles down on some of the most harmful points. It denies the oppression systems with cis-identifying headmates face, and practically presents our gender identities as less valid than those of trans-identifying people.

And in this way, they fail to understand a huge part of WHY their original post was bad.

Yes, the fakeclaiming was awful, and could easily send people into derealization spirals. The language itself was cruel and verbally abusive.

But let's not ignore the huge problem with the premise itself. The whole ideology it's built on that the only way GNC people can be oppressed is by explicitly identifying as trans. That discrimination against systems for our genders isn't as bad as discrimination against transgender people.

And this is something that I sincerely hope the user and anyone in the system community who agrees with them, can grow out of.

The Original Post:

Oh, and no one in our system has ever used 4Chan. 🤷‍♀️

[pattern-recognition-hypotheses]

This has been on my mind a lot, and every trans fem person I’ve said it to has realized they do struggle with this, so I’m going to share here.

Posting here because I expect this to piss some people off & don’t want it directly associated with my main.

I’ll make this as anonymous as possible, because some of it began from a conversation with an in-person/IRL friend whom I’m living with, & I don’t want to expose them. But apart from that piece of context, I’ll address the general trans community, especially our trans fem siblings & sisters (& any other term y’all may prefer).

Also getting this out of the way up front, I am trans myself. I am not speaking from outside the trans community, though I am speaking from a trans masculine / nonbinary experience.

I have a lot of trans fem friends now (mostly nonbinary, by coincidence), & saw the (often (unfortunately) necessary) assumptions that cis women & AFAB people made/had to make as I grew up. I watched AFAB folks & women assume things about men*, & heard them speak to the horrible things some entitled men did to them. I’ve been listening to my trans fem friends & asking questions about their experience with femininity, & about how men treat them if they pass.

(* though our society makes it necessary (for your own safety & sanity), if you’re AFAB, to assume the worst & hope for the best¹ - I want to make it clear that I’m not invalidating anyone here, especially as someone who had to assume the same things. I’m using the word assume to mean that we didn’t know for certain every single man would be of this type, not that many men weren’t this type)

(¹ not to say men can’t be SAed by other men, or that queer SA doesn’t exist, because it does. I’m simply speaking from my experience here, & speaking to the binary white supremacist patriarchal society we’re trapped in, not trying to speak over folks with queer trauma or to invalidate other people who distrust men)

~~~~

Important Note: I marked this with a community label not because it involves trans people (especially trans fem folks & trans women), but because it explicitly includes sex mentions (having to do with touch starvation & social conditioning). I want to make that clear due to the transphobia online, even from trans masc folks / trans men. Trans woman & trans fem people are not inherently sexual or bad, & don’t need a ‘mature’/sexual warning label.

~

I am probably over-explaining here (all the clarifications above), but I’d rather over-explain than have someone take my post & words to support their transphobic rhetoric. I also want my fellow trans & queer people to feel seen and supported, as much as I am capable of.

Now, onto the pattern I’ve been noticing & starting to share with people.

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I was talking to my roommate (they/she) about their struggle with finding friends & romantic partners that last. They struggle to make & maintain friendships, & I’m trying to help when requested/desired.

She said “not to support transphobic rhetoric about being unable to escape your assigned gender at birth, but I feel like there’s a biological...something that makes me unable to connect with people the way I want to”. She struggles with sex addiction that she doesn’t want, & they were worried it was inescapable.

With other conversations we’ve had, and with my pattern recognition, I made a leap.

“It’s not biological, it’s social. It’s baked into our [United Statesian] culture.

It’s because [most] assigned-male people in our society aren’t allowed to have platonic affection. If you’re affectionate with men, you’re gay. If you’re affectionate with women, you wanna fuck her or you’re a pervert. Being assigned male means, especially to Christian men, that you crave sex and wouldn’t be affectionate with anyone of any gender if that wasn’t on your mind.”

Most men & AMAB people become sex addicted because it’s the only form of affection they’re allowed to have. They’re told they’re unmanly (a pussy, not a real man, etc.) if they want to be held or to cry, or accused of being gay for holding a man.

They’re affection starved, touch starved. They’re actually craving intimacy, which doesn’t have to be sexual.

That said, tying this back in to trans folks—

Trans women & trans feminine people, especially on HRT but post social transition too, are often pointed out (or even shamed) for having a “hoe phase”. The pattern I see is that this doesn’t just happen because they’re finally being sexualized as their true self, it’s also because they don’t tend to seek out platonic affection &/or don’t think they deserve any.

When I pointed out to my roommate & to another trans fem friend, they broke down crying.

“If I seek out platonic affection, I’m always called a pervert,” my roommate explained. “I don’t feel like I’m allowed to ask.”

I asked how long it’s been since they’ve been platonically held. They thought about it, then came back with something heartbreaking: “I was five. After that, my dad decided it wasn’t cute anymore. ‘That’s little kid shit’. I had affection and then it was ripped away from me.”

I suspect other trans fem folks & trans women have the same struggle. They didn’t get platonic affection at all, or had it ripped away from them at a young age. They were accused of wanting sex if they touched anyone at all. They were attacked with homophobic slurs (faggot, gay, etc. as slurs) or accused of being gay if they reached for a man. They were brushed off as immature, childish, or overly feminine if they wanted platonic affection.

I don’t believe this applies to everyone, but it’s a heartbreakingly high number.

I hope this helps someone like it helped my roommate. She now knows what she wants to search for, and they’re succeeding at finding connections that meet those needs. I hope you can find people who respect your need for affection & offer you platonic affection.

Just like cis women, y’all aren’t sexual toys or objects (without your consent, not kink shaming). You’re people, and your feelings do matter. (/sincere)

And to my fellow trans masc people & trans men, please offer affection to your trans fem friends (don’t force it obv). Let them know they deserve affection.

We can fight this together— we’re stronger together. 💜

[m4dm4yhem]

TRANS FEM MILES MORALES HCS:

a/n: if you have a problem with this harmless hc I honestly do not give a fuck “ he’s a boy!” okay nigga she’s gonna be a girl today.. if you try and start shit with me in MY comment section or MY inbox I will not hesitate to say something because the trans masc hc is received wonderfully but the transfem one isn’t, and it just shows people’s transphobia, so if you say ANYTHING, I will not only turn off anonymous comments but I will also say shit if necessary

when she first realized she was trans, she went by miley; other people assumed she just wanted her family to keep a piece of her forever, but honest she just liked miley cyrus

her name now is melody, because of her love of music, and how she was trying to love herself as a woman, she thought if she attempted to name herself that was something related to something she adored.. that she would start to feel more comfortable in her own skin.. it worked a little, the name ‘ melody’ made her happy, and it helped her with her dysphoria too

she came out to her mom first, and rio was confused, but not surprised. the kid she raised usually had girl friends, and liked to dress up in girl clothes. transgender was a new concept for rio, but she did research how to care for transgender kids, because since she didn’t understand much of it and didn’t want to be offensive.

jefferson was MAJORLY confused when he found out he had a daughter instead of what he thought, he was very open minded about it, and he was researching as well

jefferson adjusted well, he’s a normal father of a girl, doesn’t let her go outside of her dress is too short, or if she’s wearing a crop top.. if she has her jacket zipped up outside of winter time, he’s making her unzip it

“ hey…c’mere..”

he’d do that finger thing parents do when they want you to come close, melody would reluctantly come forward, standing in front of her father with a knowing look on her face,

“ you know what im gonna ask you.”

he said softly, pointing towards her zipped up jacket,

“ c’mon! dad.. im not wearing anything under here!” “ then you have no problem unzipping it.”

jefferson shrugged his shoulders, and melody sighed unzipping her jacket, showing the spaghetti strap tank top she had on under the jacket. jefferson looked over the outfit his daughter had on and gave a nod of approval,

“ keep that jacket at least halfway zipped up.”

she wasn’t gonna lie and say she enjoyed that one thing about being a girl, but it did make her smile when she got a moment to herself.. because it meant her father saw her as his daughter.

her bonnet is pink, and she absolutely loves it

she doesn’t get her eyelashes done, she lets mascara do the job, because she’d rather spend fourteen dollars.. than possibly a couple hundred for longer lashes, she does get her eyebrows threaded though

she isn’t a girl that over lines her lips when doing makeup, her lips are already full and plump so she lines them the shape they normally are, she does black or brown liner.. depends on the day.

clear and pink lipgloss are her go tos.

she felt a little embarrassed, the first few days of being trans as spiderwoman, because she’d have to correct villains when they addressed her with he/him instead of she/her… surprisingly.. a good portion of them respected her wishes and apologized

the first time she got her hair done, she had gotten butterfly locs, and it felt weird.. having her hair done.. when she was so used to her afro, and it hurt.. as she was extremely tender-headed… but she liked it, she liked it more than she originally thought she might’ve.

her favorite colors to get when she gets butterfly locs or distressed locs are normally black.. but now she adds either a few blonde highlights.. because she misses gwen.. a few pink ones.. again because she misses gwen.. or maybe red because of her spider suit.

PART 2.. COMING SOON

[batponiesrule28]

I think in addition to the conversation about JKR’s transphobia it’s vital that we address the antisemitism in the Harry Potter universe.

Not enough people are talking about it. Yes her transphobia is having an effect on legislation and yes supporting Harry Potter in any way is endorsing that BUT I don’t think we’re going to get through to people with just that. Harry Potter is not as wholesome as many people would like to believe. It’s a racist and antisemitic garbage fire with some pretty poor writing. I should preface this by saying I am not Jewish, nor am I a poc, I am white and fairly well off, I am just very opinionated and want to do my best to explain the things I can when I see something wrong. Carrying on,

One of if not the most blatantly fucked up thing in the Harry Potter universe is the presence of “house elves”, a race of mythical creatures that function as slaves in the wizard world. What is most appalling about them is that rowling wrote them to be happily subservient, a race that enjoys being enslaved. For one, this is all kinds of weird, and for two, this does not mix very well with the complete lack of plot relevant POC.

The second big issue and the one I feel a particular need to address is the goblins. Beginning with how they are meant to represent and mock Jewish people. Goblins are a common caricature of Jewish people, and the goblins in Harry Potter have all the traits of that caricature, hooked noses, greed, power over government, malice, etc. also notable was their appearances in the movies, being depicted as practically identical to nazi propaganda portrayals and having the Star of David clear as day on the floor of the bank. Now all this alone should be enough to make you feel queasy, but if that isn’t enough for you let’s bring the latest addition to the franchise in. The “goblin rebellion” of hogwarts legacy depicts an oppressed race as the antagonists in their rebellion, and if the well established context of goblins as a caricature of Jewish people wasn’t terrible enough in conjunction with this plot, one of the goblins is also depicted as plotting to kidnap wizard children, yet another direct parallel to historical oppression of Jewish people, the accusations of stealing Christian children (in this case wizard children) and using their blood for rituals, also known as blood libel.

Supporting Harry Potter is not just bad because JKR is bad. There is no way around it, and you cannot disconnect the author from her work. Harry Potter itself is bad. It’s time to let go of this.

[mettamaxie]

hi, sorry for the weird ask! i haven’t been properly in this fandom for a while but i was scrolling through blorbo tumblr tags for the first time in a while recently and i saw you talking about your trans rudolf headcanon thing which i’ve always been kinda curious about.

maybe i’m just paranoid, but when you said that last bit about transphobic vagueposts i went “man, that sucks!” and then about 5 minutes later i remembered something random i posted like a year ago and went “wait, fuck, was that me?!”— so i just wanted to say that if it was me then i’m genuinely very sorry and i want you to know that it 100% wasn’t meant as a jab at you or anything. i would hate for anyone to think i would stoop to transphobia, i honestly just made the meme cause i’m femaligned and the format made me giggle. i quite like your hcs + art actually, i think your devotion is admirable and that you should keep it up! /gen /npa

that’s all really! no obligation to post this btw i just wanted to clear the air on a personal level lol‼️ (and obviously if it’s not about this please ignore me hahaha)

oh my god shsgsjfhdjd i know you said that if this isnt abt you to just ignore it but also i feel like i should return you the service of reassuring you that my mention was NOT at all about you and i can already tell that from how sweet you are despite not knowing who you are exactly 😭

when i mentioned that vaguepost i was talking abt a genuinely transphobic person on twitter of the kind that like. refuses to believe that being trans is integral to some of umineko’s main themes dhdgdjgxjdgx like the kind that believes that beato isn’t trans. That Kind. so please rest assured that it was in no way shape or form abt you at all!!! this is actually a very nice ask dhgfjg thank you so much for your encouragement and kind words!!! 🥺 and i appreciate the gesture even if it wasnt even needed here, trust me i totally understand being paranoid LOL but please ofc rest assured im 100% genuine when i say that it wasn’t about you at all, and im so sorry if i caused you any worries w that!!!! tysm for the love and i hope you carry on having fun posting, have a good day/night wherever you may be!!! 🥰

[hbxplain]

Part 1.1: Pride

3,300 words - Tu Tela, Tigh Barrows, Sienne Pelet, Aeryn Meak

Warnings: fantasy discrimination (not racism or homo/transphobia, though it's adjacent in ways to magic ableism)

i completely forgot to explain in-world lmao but this wip is mostly for my dnd group, where we all know that NASA actually stands for "Neuroanatomical Augmentation in Superelectronic Advancement," it's basically for cyborg shit but it also involves things like the study of eximium (to be explained) which highly effects cyborg shit. look i went overboard a little, i came up with this acronym to replace real-world nasa years ago sksksk

anyway, here's the next chapter of Tu's part!

☼☼☼-

When Tu first sees Tigh, she knows she was meant for Lust, because hot damn does he look pretty.

Then his coworker says “I’m Sienne!” in the most grating combination of a Canadian and southern accent Tu’s ever heard. “Where’re ya from, eh?”

That would be a hard question, if Tu wasn’t incredibly prepared for every single aspect of this assignment. “Moonviewe,” she says proudly.

Sienne frowns, little laugh lines crinkling the dark skin by her mouth. “Really? I used to live there! Didn’t know someone else had moved in after I left, I mean we get so few people…”

Of course Sienne would be one of the only ten people to live on Moonviewe. Fucking of course, she would. Tu watches as the wires sticking out of her two hair buns spark harmlessly. “I only lived there for a bit, but I consider it home,” Tu says politely, her voice sickly sweet.

“Huh,” Sienne says, shrugging carelessly. “That’s more than I ever cared for it!”

“So interesting,” Tu says. Her smile aches. “Anyway, I’m Tu. And you are..?” She leans forward, toward the man somewhat hiding behind Sienne.

“Tigh,” he says finally, stepping out from behind her. He smiles nervously. “Uh, Tigh Barrows. Nice to meet you.”

Tigh does not look like a scientist, let alone a successful one. He has fluffy, curly black hair that looks like it hasn’t been brushed in days, he’s wearing eyeliner that has been accidentally smeared and yet doesn’t quite cover the bags under his eyes, and his lab coat has an entire bottle of Redbull sticking out of the pocket.

He’s cute, though. Korean, dark eyes, genuine smile. Wearing a dark green hoodie and sinfully tight skinny jeans under his lab coat, black studs in his ears, bracelets around his wrists that jangle when he reaches out his hand for Tu to shake. He looks like he started on the goth aesthetic and then got bored halfway through. It kind of works, in a very… dorky kind of way.

“It is nice,” Tu says, somewhat dreamily, as she shakes his hand. Oh, here she goes again—she’s so prone to crushes, it’s insane. Well, but it’s nice, too, isn’t it? She’s not sure she’d give that particular trait away, even if she had the choice.

This time, though, it can’t go anywhere. This mortal will be in Hell by the end of the week; he’ll just be a pretty face passing by.

Works for Tu!

“Uh, so,” Tigh says, clearing his throat. Tu startles a little and drops his hand, but he just smiles. “How long have you been working here at NASA?”

“Oh, I’m a new hire,” Tu says brightly.

“A new-” Tigh’s smile turns strained. “Sorry, what?”

“What do you mean, a new hire!?” Sienne shrieks. “It took us years to get promoted to this department!”

“Seven years, precisely,” Tigh mumbles, his gaze fixed on the floor somewhere behind Tu. He doesn’t seem entirely there, his attention taken by the idea of Tu getting so far so fast. Oh, this assignment will be easy.

“Wow, such a long time!” Tu says. She uses her demon powers—which appear spectacularly similar to the broad magic a lucky few mortals possess—to make herself a simple blue chair to lounge on. “I didn’t even get an interview, weirdly.”

Tigh’s face looks tense, like he can’t decide whether to be awed, or angry, or hurt. Sienne makes the decision for him and scowls. “Oh. So you weren’t hired for your skills, you were hired for your magic,” she says dryly, unimpressed.

“Then again,” Tigh says weakly, trying to be optimistic, “it would be nice to have someone with magic around so our research could go more smoothly. I mean, if Tu’s willing, we could get blood samples and eximium scans from her instead of having to ask the supervisor for volunteers.” He looks up at Tu again, seeming to grow more excited as he speaks. “Wait, yeah, this could be great!”

Sienne grabs his shoulders, spinning him around to face her. “We worked up from interns, Tigh, and now she’s just barging in-”

“And she’s here now,” Tigh says pointedly, eyes flicking over to Tu for a second, “so there’s no point in making her feel bad for something she can’t help.”

Sienne is quiet for a moment. Then she huffs and shrugs. “Fine! Whatever you say, maverick.”

Tu freezes.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” she asks quietly.

“Maverick,” Sienne says, turning back to her with a broad smile. She doesn’t look teasing, or mean—just talking. “Blank slate, traddie, plastic, you get the gist. People without powers.”

“That’s a slur,” Tu says angrily, her blood boiling as she moves to her feet and takes a step closer to Sienne.

“Can it really be a slur when traditional people are the majority? You’re one of the five percent, sweetcheeks! Blank slate over here isn’t just the tradition or whatever, he’s the default!”

Tu’s arm shoots out to grab the lapels of Sienne’s lab coat and yank her closer. “Stop. Fucking. Calling him that.”

Tigh makes a startled noise and squeezes himself in between them, pulling Tu’s hands off Sienne’s coat and pushing Sienne away. “Hey, hey, it’s fine! Look, she’s traditional too—at least, she is now—and she’s kind of right—I mean, what does it matter?” He laughs anxiously, eyes flicking between the two girls. “I don’t mind, really, not from her.”

Tu narrows her eyes at Sienne, but then she crosses her arms and looks away. “You shouldn’t let her treat you like that,” she grumbles, but she doesn’t press.

(She remembers her mother, back from when she was alive. She remembers how her mother would praise her for continuing the family legacy of having magic, how her mother would force her into training sessions and interviews and PR fronts, how her mother would condemn all the crowds of ‘normal’ people with their lack of powers that made them so useless, how her mother would scream at her and put her into horribles situations and tell her how she’s not good enough and-)

(And, well, Hell is a relief compared to that.)

“Right,” Tigh says, grateful for the way out. “Well, compromise, right? Don’t say that kind of shit around Tu, Sienne. And Tu, don’t, uh… bodily attack your coworkers. Please.”

Tu figures this is not the kind of first impression she was intended to make. But, then again, maybe it’ll convince Tigh that he’s more deserving of the upcoming promotion than she is…? Either way, this certainly isn’t going to plan, and it makes Tu a little nervous. She nods her agreement to Tigh and tries to seamlessly move to one of the workstations, ending the conversation, and Tigh and Sienne let her. God, what a disaster.

Looking over the workstation, though, she finds she has absolutely no idea what to do. There are vials of variously-colored liquids, tiny machines she’s never even seen before, jars of powdered metal that might be the eximium that gives mortals magic. What is she supposed to do with any of us? She doesn’t even know how to pretend to be busy here.

So she decides to get to work on a second impression. She scans the room, feels a stab of gratefulness that Sienne and Tigh are now well separated, and then sidles up next to Tigh. “Hey,” she says quietly, almost a whisper. She’d rather Sienne not hear her. “I’m a little confused… but you seem to know what you’re doing. Could you help me out?”

“Sure,” Tigh says, seeming a bit confused himself but willing nonetheless. “What do you need help with?”

Tu laughs nervously. “Um… everything?”

“What do you mean? Like, is there a specific thing you’re confused about or-”

“All of it. Just, all of it. Maybe you could show me what to do…?”

Okay, fine. So maybe she’s flirting a little bit. But what’s the harm in that? Hell, this could help a lot. If she gets real close to him, praises him, compliments him, tells him he’s the best guy she’s ever known, that’ll definitely boost his pride! And so what if Tu gets something out of it as well? That’s just an unintended benefit.

“I mean… I guess?” Tigh moves over, allowing Tu to stand beside him. He sounds uncomfortable, but when Tu glances up at him out of the corner of her eye, he’s smiling with a light dusting of pink across his high cheekbones. Oh, she’s in.

He begins tinkering with a tiny machine part on the table, explaining as he goes. “This is part of one of my current projects,” he says. “It needed a better eximium sensor—wait, you know what eximium is, right?”

“‘Course I do,” she says, because who doesn’t? “But I like hearing your voice, so tell me anyway.”

Tigh’s blush gets heavier, and he fumbles the screwdriver in his hand for a second. “Uh- Right, sure, yeah! So, eximium is the metal that everyone has in their blood. It contributes to your immune system, but also—for a small bit of the population—it activates in such a way as to give you a very malleable sort of magic, or powers. Thing is, eximium is still a metal, which means that we can manipulate it with the right machines.”

“Which is what you’re doing,” she replies.

“What I’m trying to do,” he corrects her with a little smile. “It’s… not going so great. But, I mean, I’m making progress!”

“Tell me more about it?” she asks, leaning against the table.

He looks away, grinning. “You have to work at least a little bit,” he says teasingly.

“Well, if you insist,” Tu replies. She picks up a tiny screwdriver and starts poking at a motherboard.

“Wha- Stop, what are you doing?” Tigh asks through peels of laughter, and Tu pauses.

“I- I dunno? I’m copying you!”

“Why?” Tigh asks, seeming even more amused.

“I don’t know! I just… I wasn’t really given a goal here!”

Tigh shakes his head in a way that Tu might call fond, if they’d known each other for a little bit longer. “Okay,” he says, putting his work down to turn his full attention to her. “Tell me about your magic.”

“Oh.” She tries to reign in her surprise and reply normally. “Uh… It’s transmutation, mostly. My favored magic turns air into solid air, in basically any shape. I can use it to ‘fly,’ to shield myself, to-”

“Create things?”

“Yeah, why?”

Tigh pushes Tu’s motherboard and tiny screwdriver further onto the table, clearing a space in front of her. “How intricate can you get?”

“Very,” Tu brags with a little smirk. She waves her hand, and a perfect replica of the motherboard appears on the table, made of light blue solid air.

“Amazing,” Tigh whispers, breathing out in awe. “Holy shit, Tu. Okay, so- Maybe you can try to create something with your solid air, instead of with the parts we have lying around?”

“Huh,” Tu says. She’s used to being told to use her magic before anything else, but this feels… different? This feels like seeking out her talents to make things easier on her rather than forcing her to be the best she can be with magic. It still stings a little, but… she’s willing to hear him out. “What do I create, then? Anything?”

“They didn’t tell you what your job was, apparently,” Tigh says, almost in a grumble. “Which means you’re free to go buckwild. Who’s gonna stop you? The supervisors who didn’t even give you a lick of guidance?” He shrugs. “Might as well take advantage of it until they catch on. Just make something cool.”

“Something cool,” Tu echoes, considering. “Hmm… okay. I will.”

Tigh doesn’t ask her to go back to an empty workstation. He doesn’t try to shoo her away. They work side by side, and when Tigh has to move to a different area for parts or tools or data, she moves with him. He smiles down at his work every time.

Whenever Sienne bumps into them or joins them at a table, she is infuriatingly friendly. She jokes with Tu (Tu does not joke back), she smiles at Tu, hell, she even flirts with Tu a couple times! And she just won’t stop. Tigh doesn’t seem to think this is anything out of the ordinary, so maybe she’s like that with everyone? But that doesn’t make it any less annoying, considering Tu kind of hates her more every time she opens her mouth.

“Hey,” Tu says when the work day is almost over—it’s amazing how fast it flew by. She thought this part would be really boring, but it wasn’t. Not at all. “I moved here for the job… I don’t suppose you could show me around town? Maybe take me out for coffee?”

Tigh lights up, and Tu can’t help but grin. “Oh, hell yeah! We can go to CC Brews, my friends co-own the place,” Tigh says brightly.

“Sounds perf-”

“Sienne can come too!”

Tu’s eyes twitches.

“Ohhh,” she says, her smile feeling sharp. “Cool. That sounds so great.”

Tigh doesn’t notice a damn thing wrong, apparently, because he just nods with that big smile on his face as he packs up his things. “You wanna walk there now? It’s not too far from the NASA complex.”

“Sure,” Tu says, resigning herself to her fate. “Why not.”

☼☼☼-

Sienne leads most of the conversation herself for the entire walk to the coffee shop, which is at the very top of Crown Street, where it intersects with Eximiott Plaza. Tigh tries to include Tu whenever he can, but Sienne seems intent on making her as uncomfortable as possible. Tu wishes she was a Lust demon just so it would hurt even more when she rejected Sienne.

(Is she pretty? Yes. Fine, yes. Is she annoying? Oh god yes. Tu thinks there’s no recovering from that level of obnoxiousness.)

When they finally reach CC Brews, though, the look on Tigh’s face is almost worth it. He looks like he’s coming home.

(Not that Tu would know the feeling. How should she know what home is meant to feel like when she’s only ever been judged by her glory?)

“Tigh!” shouts a cheery man’s voice, and then a short, plump man with bright red hair and a face full of freckles bursts through the glass doors of the shop. He waves ecstatically at Tigh and then runs to meet him, throwing his arms around the scientist and squeezing him tightly.

Tigh laughs, hugging him back with a pleased look on his face. “Hey, Aeryn. Rough day?”

“No, but Nora’s busy and you haven’t visited in days,” the guy pouts. Damn, he’s cute too. Every day Tu gets closer to applying for Lust. …Not really. “I’m lonely.”

“Well, good news,” Tigh says, pulling away. “I’m here, and I bought friends!”

“Come on in then!” Aeryn says, gesturing for Tu and Sienne to follow him inside. He seats them at a table near the counter, and pats Sienne on the shoulder with one hand while he digs a notebook out of his pocket with the other. “Nice to see you again, Sienne. And you are…?”

“Tu,” Tu replies. She winks. “Very nice meeting you too.”

Aeryn giggles and takes their orders, but Tu notices that Tigh looks a bit… tense? Once Aeryn leaves, she focuses on Tigh and tries to send thoughts into his mind—a demon power she rarely needs to use, but she did say she’d do her best on this assignment. She’d better use her strongest techniques.

You’re so much better than Aeryn, Tu blasts into Tigh’s head, careful to make it sound like his own voice. Why is she flirting with him?

Tigh furrows his eyebrows. Sienne looks between him and Tu in confusion, but then Tigh shakes his head and looks up, giving Tu a slightly strained smile. “Uh, do you- would you want Aeryn’s number?”

“Oh,” Tu says, frowning. Well, that… didn’t go as planned. “No thanks. I’d rather hang out with you at the moment.”

It’s not the end of the world. She just wasn’t trying hard enough; she didn’t think it’d be a hard sell. Next time, she’ll put more weight into it!

“So!” she says loudly, ready to dive back into normal conversation. “Tell me more about this science shit, pretty boy.”

Tigh blushes. “I- There’s not much to tell,” he stammers. “I’m sure you remember the basics from wherever you went to college for eximium and augmentation stuff.”

“Oh, but we’re going way beyond the basics,” Sienne boasts, leaning back on her chair with her hands on her hips. “I’m working on nanotech for surgeries, and Tigh over here is doing finishing touches on a metal-clearer.”

“A what?” Tu asks, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s actually called a Magic Rake,” Tigh butts in uncertainly.

“And it’s brilliant!” Sienne trills.

Tigh blushes, taking a quick moment to glare at Sienne. “I’m- Look, I’m still working out the kinks,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away. “But I’m getting closer! At least it does the job now, even if it’s not always that reliable.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s amazing work,” Tu says, trying to urge him on. “Like Sienne said. Brilliant.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t say that,” Tigh laughs.

Tu opens her mouth to tell him otherwise, but then Aeryn appears with their drinks. He burned her espresso on purpose, just like she requested, and she greedily gulps it down before he can even set down the second cup she asked for. Aeryn laughs good-naturedly, and Tu grins up at him.

“Tired?” he asks.

“Always,” Tu replies, and Tigh laughs in agreement—Aeryn scrounged up an entire Redbull from god knows where to bring to Tigh—and the conversation moves from there. Tu never has a chance to move it back to Tigh’s supposed aptitude for eximium science.

…She has a good time though. She has a really good time. She goes back to her temporary apartment afterward, and for a moment, she forgets to think about the assignment at all. She just thinks about how damn nice it is that Tigh must thinks she’s the world’s biggest disaster when it comes to NASA’s science, and yet he still seems to like her. She knew fuck-all about the job she’s supposed to be good at, she didn’t show off the magnitude of her magic, by all means she came off as completely useless-

And he likes her anyway.

Tu shakes the thought from her head. Wow, she met a person who wasn’t a dick. It’s not that new, not that shiny and special; she has friends in Pride who like her well enough, she has Izzy who couldn’t care less about her magic or her Tempting statistics. Still, Izzy has to stay in the Circle of Sloth most of time, so they don’t get to visit each other that often, and all of Tu’s friends in Pride are more of work friends than anyone else.

Tigh has friends who feel like a family, who he can tease and joke with and love without fear. And he accepted her into that group without thinking twice.

It doesn’t matter, Tu tells herself again. It’ll just make the job a bit more… enjoyable? Kind?

She’ll get through it. She’ll win, she’ll be the best damn demon Miss Lane has ever seen, she’ll solve this cold case in a couple of weeks, max!

She marks a date on her calendar, three weeks from now on the 24th of May. Bam. By then, she’ll be ready to return to Miss Lane with the good news.

☼☼☼-

taglist: @wildswrites, @ceph-the-writing-spook

[thevictoriousone]

So my dad is one of those people who is like. An ally but with an asterisk. He thinks someone’s gender identity is none of his business, that sort of thing, and he supports trans people doing their thing. But he would also probably voice that support with…not the best language for support. Maybe not slurs, exactly, but definitely language that makes me cringe a little. But he’s doing his best, you know?

He works construction with his BIL/my uncle. They were working on a building where apparently a trans person lives, and so my uncle was, of course, being fucking transphobic as hell.

(I should mention that we live in the Deep South of the US, so this is unfortunately very common)

My dad was annoyed by this. Another thing I should mention is that my dad is the human form of an internet troll when he wants to be. His motto in life is often “you annoyed the shit out of me and you will now regret this forever because I’m better at being annoying than you.”

“When someone is ‘phobic’ about stupid shit, I have fun,” he told me.

Some people walked by who seemed to live in the building. My uncle and crew were discussing how attractive one of the ladies was, and my dad, channeling his inner troll, convinced my uncle that this conventionally attractive lady was actually the trans person who lives here. My uncle was floored. He was confused. He was questioning everything. My dad shrugged and went back to work.

To be clear, my dad has no idea who the trans person is (“I have no clue, doesn’t matter,” he said), he just wanted to make my uncle uncomfortable in his transphobia.

Obviously this wasn’t the most trans-friendly action here, but honestly. I was proud of him in that moment. There was nothing my dad could have done to stop my uncle from being transphobic, but he could absolutely make that transphobia ruin my uncle’s day, and he sure did.

[fite-club]

The only reason ur "sorry" abt misgendering a transfem just because they don't have the same beliefs as you and because they understand that trans men have their own form of oppression as well is because ur rightfully being called out for it and people are clearly becoming more wary of u now.

The post u reblogged abt how "there are trans men have never experienced transphobia which means none of them have a right to speak" is very telling, it's so clear with u reblogging that post that u think that a minority not directly receiving hatred for being a minority makes them invalid, you should be fighting for minorities NOT receiving the hatred they are currently receiving, not invalidating those who haven't experienced discrimination before even if they are minorities.

You claim to protect transfems and trans ppl in general but yet u see ppl u classify as "tme" as less trans than anyone else. Also btw, as an intersex person, "tme/tma" labels are extremely minimizing for us, it is just another gender binary, the same y'all claim to want to erase.

Ur not a real trans ally if u start infighting in the community, ur not a real trans ally if u pick and choose which trans people to actually support.

actually the only reason i’m sorry about saying clem-mp3 wasn’t transfem was because i made them show me their legal id. without saying too much, i’m still not entirely convinced that it’s not just a recently updated id with preferred transmasc gender markers, but i *did* promise that if they showed me documents that i’d backpedal. so i did. that is, in fact, the one and only time i have ever insisted that a “transfem” (sorry again for using quotes but whatever the hell “transfemmasc” means) wasn’t transfem. if people are acting like this is some sort of pattern, it’s not. conveniently, the other transmascs i’ve spoken to who were not transfem but were pretending to be transfem never come up in these conversations.

if i’m being called out right now, it’s by people i already have blocked, and therefore i don’t really give a shit what those guys are saying.

that’s also completely and entirely not what that post says. i know “piss on the poor website” gets thrown around by you lot constantly but seriously that’s just straight up not at all what that post says. maybe try reading it again but say the words out loud one at a time

i’m not even going to attempt to convince you that i’m not treating tme people as “lesser” or “less trans” just because i’m acknowledging that tme people aren’t as affected by transmisogyny as tma people, because you clearly just don’t care about transmisogyny and i’m wasting my time in trying to get you to recognize how fucked that is. and, btw, just because you SAY “tme/tma is a binary that doesn’t include the experiences of intersex people” doesn’t make it true. tme and tma intersex people exist. you just refuse to understand that because it makes it easier for you to shut down conversations about transmisogyny and transmasc privilege.

also when have i once ever claimed to protect transfems? lmao. i’m not white-knighting trans women i’m just talking shit. you’re not an ally if you get mad at transmascs who care more about transmisogyny than you. like. get fucking real. you are someone starting and contributing to infighting when you say stuff like “the terms tme/tma are intersexist” and when you go into a trans man’s ask box anonymously to tell him he’s a piece of shit for acknowledging that trans women are more oppressed than trans men. you are “picking and choosing which trans people to support” in this exact message but something tells me that hypocrisy is going to fly right over your little head

[evansencezz]

v(°∇^*)⌒☆—I L๏Ｖ︎e y๏υ!! (i fuckเ︎𝓷ģ 𝔥Ⓐ︎𝐓︎𝓔︎ ⓨ︎๏υ) -yandere!violet x yandere!iris—v(°∇^*)⌒☆

⚬ ⚬: yandere violet, violet being kinda wack, violet hates everyone, violet confusing platonic love for romantic love, annoyed violet, hoarding, violence, angry violet, agressive yandere, mental breakdown, hurting someone, extremely tense scences, violet losing it and almost killing iris, near death exprince, both of them are nuts, jealous violet, crippled violet, violet has never seen the light of day, iris is the more intense yandere, mentions towards murder, theres like one cute scence in here, halluications, stragglation, fighting, iris being a creepy freak, taking photos, non-con photos, non-con bondage and kissing, oh god, the whole shabang, threatening, what the fuck, posioning, bad ending, sad ending, non-apoctalyptic au, modern au?, creepy and sad as fuck, dream squences are in bold, violet descends into madness, derelization, thinking one is in a dream when they are not, schizophriana, poltics, family fighting, iris is funny, iris’s family is shitty, fuck them, use of slurs, homophobic and transphobic family, iris is flippino, akward dinner scence is the highlight of this whole thing, smoking, making myself cry, GET IT TOGETHER, christmas post, my magium opious i give u this, possesion, oreain is a halluication ghost, oreain isn’t/ is kinda into violet, he hasn’t aged even though he’s a ghost, he’s 26 cool your tits, violet is 22, death.

TW: THIS WILL DIVE INTO FAMILY FIGHTS, ADOPTIVE PARENTING, TRAUMA, SLURS (which i can say), AND OTHER NASTY STUFF!! TRANSPHOBIA, HOMOPHOBIA, AND POLTICAL VIEWS!! THESE DO NOT AFFECT ME THE AUTHOR IT IS PURELY MENT FOR THE CHARACTER!!

Violet groaned as the text sent through. Honestly, could she be anymore akward? Her little charm that she had connected to her phone swayed when she tilted her phone up infront of her.

“Oh my god I am so fucking cringe.” She hissed out.

The text read:

‘hey iris ik ur like hanging out with ur gf or whatever but do u wanna’ come over later?’

She wanted to rip her throat out so badly. How do you undo time again?? Oh that’s right, still figuring that one out.

Her eye twitched when she saw that it had been five minutes. She decided to exit out of the app and go onto the persons other social medias. One of those was instagram.

Iris had posted a thread of photos, and the blonde scrolled through. The first couple were okay, just snapshots of a theme park and food. Then..a photo of their girlfriend giving them a kiss on the cheek.

She stared at the photo for a little while longer. The brunette had her eyes closed and it was clear she was holding cotton candy in one hand. She was leaning slightly to kiss the cheek of the taller. too.

The short haired person had a smile on their face but no blush was on their face. Their eyes were also slightly averted to the left but it wasn’t noticeable. At least it wouldn’t be to their fanbase.

‘oh hey v’ sorry for not replying i was with my fangirl (ﾟДﾟ;)’ was the notfiaction she got was.

A small smile overcame her face when she read it. Espically the ‘fangirl’ part. Iris didn’t really love their girlfriend and Violet knew it.

‘yeah i saw ur post u guys r totally made for each other!! б（＞ε＜）∂’

Meanwhile with the white and green haired person scoffed at the message. The sarcastic intention was clear but it was still annoying. The blue eyed girl next to them on the bus frowned and clung onto their arm.

“Babyyyyy!~ Pay attention to me! Who are you even texting anyway??” She whined slighty before trying to catch a glimpse at the contact name.

The white and green eyed one scowled slightly and leaned her phone away. Their right hand switched the phone into it while they plastered a closed eyed smile on their face.

“Just a friend!~ Here..” They answered before grinning and connecting their lips.

They honestly didn’t mind the way she tasted. She tasted sweet with a hint of vanilla. They knew they didn’t love her, but she tasted pretty damn good.

She winced when they bit her bottom lip harshly before pulling away. A trickle of blood ran down her mouth and she shakily looked at Iris. She knew they had sharp teeth, but god damn?!?

“Better? Your so cute.” They quickly asked before smiling again and swiping a finger across her lip to clean up the blood.

They flicked their finger with the blood a few times before smiling and going back on their phone. Their girlfriend only slinked away, closer to the window seat.

‘sorry about that i had to do something to keep the girlfriend from bothering me.. v(*’-^*)ゞ・’ﾟ☆’ they texted.

The short haired girl perked up at the message. Currently she had moved to her desk and was sitting on a chair. She hovered over the table with her upper half and blinked at the message.

‘nah it’s cool anyway do u wanna come over?’ she brushed it off as she wrote back.

‘mmm i dunno if i can today, my parent’s probably want me back home after i’m done here! sorry violet maybe some other time ｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡’ they answered.

The blue eyed girl immeditally read over the message before blushing in embrassment. She seriously had just gotten rejected! How embrassing..

‘oh ok’ was the only thing she manged to get out.

She turned her phone off and scowled. It honestly wasn’t fair. They got to go outside and have fun with different people while Violet was trapped in her room the whole time.

She couldn’t leave, otherwise she would get hurt. She knew that. She dug her fingers into the desk in anger, her long nails protested but it was the only way to get out the anger she felt.

“I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, IhatethemIhatethemIhatethemIhatethemIhatethemIhatethemIhatethemIhatethemIHATETHEM!!” She repeated over and over again.

She wanted to strangle them so badly. She wanted to snap their neck into so she could be rid of this feeling. God, it hurt so bad.

Her blue eyes became shaky and she moved her hands to claw at her body that had excess fat on it. Was it that?? She didn’t eat properly to begin with but..

Her face was still in a deep scowl, her eyes reflecting pure hate. She hated how jumbled up her mind was and how weak she felt.

“I’ll kill them. I’ll do it. So fucking weak and stupid. FUCK!!!” She said before clawing at her ribs and feeling like she was going to die.

What exactly would it take for her to get rid of this feeling?! She hated it so much. She couldn’t geniuley describe how much she hated it.

She knew it was self-destructive but anytime she came back to the stupid fucking other she felt worse. It was their fault they kept interacting with her. Why couldn’t they see that they were annoying?!

She just wanted to be left alone. But in reality, she wanted someone to care about her. She hated it but she also wanted someone to touch her and comfort her. She knew she was a monster and messed up.

People already looked down on her. She didn’t need a mental diganoises to know she was messed up. She didn’t need people to think she was crazy now but..

She couldn’t just be dead already?? What was the problem with that?? The problem was that she was too weak to do anything. Sure, she had a at home job and was still alive, but it didn’t feel like she was.

Iris had always complemnted her when they came over. Even though they clearly saw her messy room and unfit conditions. It was surprising she hadn’t been kicked out by the home owner yet.

Her hands had moved over to the pillow that she now held in her hands on the bed. She practically strangeled the poor thing before laying her head down and closing her eyes.

There was no problem with sleeping, right?

Violet looked down at her hands, or what she thought were her hands. Where exactly was she?? She looked around, it looked like she was in the middle of a hotel lobby.

“Am I in the fucking backrooms or some shit?” She sarcastically asked.

Though, it wasn’t completly wrong. The lights were a pale orange/ red color and it was unsettingly warm. There seemed to be something stuck in her eye and she rubbed it away. It was simple muck.

The carpet floor had a intresting desgin on it. Shapes of warm brown, and crimson played on it. A faint sound of what seemed to be ambience played. Not the most comforting, but tiring.

It only now occured to her that she didn’t have crutches of any sort. She was standing properly. She looked down at her foot and just saw that it looked normal of course.

“What..?” She mummbled.

Her head pounded and she raised a hand to feel the spot that was pounding. Unexpectadtly, she was very disorenated and dizzy.

She blinked and suddenly there were a couple tens of hallway paths infront of her. Each way not exactly showing what direction it lead to. All of a sudden it felt like a hand drifted to her hair and tugged on it.

She flinched and whipped around, nothing was there. She was now offically spooked out. She decided it would be best if she were to go to the first path infront of her.

Violet wrapped her hands around herself and started walking. It felt so werid to her, her right foot didn’t even hesitate in it’s steps. It just followed around rythmatically.

Once she offically entered the path of the hallway, her headache became lessened. The walls were pretty crammed and painted a disgusting orangish brown. Not flattering at all.

It was pretty dim, but it still glowed with that comforting color. She heard the faint sounds of a piano playing. She bit her lips every now and then, was it just her or were the walls getting closer.

She had been walking for a while now but stopped when she saw someone in the distance. A naeous feeling vaguely filled her stomach but she had no idea why. It seemed like her throat filled up with liquid.

And all of a sudden, the person turned around. It was..

“Ace…?” She hoarsely whispered.

The blue haired girl blinked before a soft smile overcame her face. Her brown eyes seemed to shimer in the soft light that was still orange.

“Violet, there you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She softly cooed.

It sounded exactly like her. It looked exactly like her. Her expression always mimicked what Ace’s would turn into everytime she saw Violet.

“Ace what are you doing here? W-..” She tried to form words but her throat was tight.

“I love you so much, you know that?” The older sibling asked with a gentle smile.

The blonde knew she was dreaming but…

Ace’s figure practcally raidated warmth and her eyes that the girl loved so much show so much compassion. She had always loved her sisters eyes.

‘Okay! Time to wake up now!’ The ocean eyed girl thought, reaching a hand down to pinch herself.

She was stopped though when the blue-nette grabbed her wrist and smiled. How did she get over to her so quickly.

“Hey, let’s not do that, okay? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” She gently said before intertwining their fingers.

Violet paled and sweat-dropped. Something was wrong. If this was a dream, then why did Ace stop her from waking up??

“Hey, why don’t we walk around a little? You like exploring.” She asked her younger sibling.

The short haired girl didn’t know what to say. It was like all she could do was listen. She didn’t understand. Was this some sort of lucid dream??

She flinched when the brown eyed girl tugged her along. The pair walked into multiple different hallways, each ending in a main lobby that was slightly different and had even more paths spilt.

After awhile, the older sister finally spoke.

“So, how are you doing??” She questioned.

The two weren’t that far apart height wise, almost the same actually. The long haired girls face was forward as she lead. But it felt as if Violet had to look up at her.

“I’ve been fine…I miss you..” She answered before blurting out that last part.

The said girl’s eyes winded and she shakily looked over at her sister. She had completly stopped and the relaxed smile on her face was gone.

“What do you mean, Violet? I’m right here!” She tilted her head in confusion.

The girl pulled away and tilted her head down. She didn’t want to hurt anybody. But was that the way to wake up out of this dream??

“No, your not. You left me Ace, and..and I know it wasn’t of your own accord but..I haven’t see you in years..” She adimitted.

The soft sound of what seemed to be a music box filled the area. She pressed her lips into her grimnace and looked away.

“Violet..” The blue haired girl mummbled.

Her body was now away from the younger. It was now and only now Violet had noticed the dangling camera around her neck. Ace had always loved photography.

“Your hurting me, Violet..” She whimpered.

Her voice became more distroted and shaky. And her breaths were muffled, it was an odd sound. It felt like she was losing conciousness even though she was in a dream.

After all, that IS what is WAS, wasn’t it? Just a dream.

“Violet..I just want to protect you..” The blurred figure of her older sister reached out.

The blonde now noticed something. Throughout all the times her suposed ‘sister’ was talking to her, she never said her nickname. She blinked before stepping back a little more.

“Why aren’t you calling me by my nickname? Why only Violet?” She asked, tone now a little sharper.

The taller stopped her hand and looked away. Her caramel eyes held something in them, she couldn’t figure out what. Uncerantity?

“Isn’t Violet just the prettiest name? I’m happy you were named that.” She vaguely answered.

The shorter only shook her head and took a few steps back. She was acting strange, Ace would’ve called her by her nickname if she wanted her to.

“I’m sorry.” Ace straightly said before snapping her fingers.

The carpet floor dissapered beneth Violet and she yelped. A blank white void filled her and it was windy and cold. It wasn’t like she was free falling, more like hovering.

Her body span around a few times, basically doing summersaults. She shakily breathed and harshly grabbed her middle arm and pinched it very hard.

Iris cracked their knuckles as they slumped down into their desk. They had just dropped their girlfriend off with her parents and said goodbye. They were tired from the day sure, their girlfriend just sucked all the energy out of them.

They sighed and opened up one of their drawers. It had tons of pollaroid photos in there of one person. Violet.

This was a nightly routine they did. They had so many photos and they had a red marker and scissors. They would draw hearts around her before cutting out any other people in the photos.

There weren’t too many insentences were they actually had to do that though.

The green and white haired ladder’s expression changed to one of obession. Their pupils that were already small dialted a few notches. And it was now noticed that Iris had a small defect.

People had always asked if they were blind in one eye, considering one of them was a murky white. And well..they weren’t completly wrong. They could still see but it was always blurry in that eye. Plus, it was smaller then the other, giving them a sort of deranged characteristic.

It didn’t bother them though, and they didn’t get why people were so curious. Whatever.

They took out a handful of photos and stared at them. One of them had a person in it. It looked old though, maybe a few years back??

Violet didn’t even know they had this storage of photos. And that was the whole point.

They sighed and drew small hearts write next to the the others face. She had a relaxed smile on her face as she was looking out at the city. They were suposedly ontop of a rooftop.

“God she’s so pretty..” They smiled.

Even though her eyes weren’t focused on them, they were still so pretty. They focused on the neon signs and lights of the city and glew slightly.

They moved onto a couple more photos. But their parents knocking on their door made them flinch.

“Iris, honey?? Dinners ready!” Their mother called out to them.

They didn’t like their family that much. Their mother was the only one accepting of their non-binary stature.

But hey!- look on the brightside, Iris was a gendernetural name! They didn’t need to change much about them, they got reconqized for being both genders in public sometimes.

The perks of being born intersex, they pressumed.

“Iris??” Their mother called out again.

“Sorry, coming!!” They answered.

The green and white eyed person shoved their photos into the drawer and closed it. Also putting the marker away and walking towards the door.

They opened it slightly to see the face of their adoptive mother. Oh, that’s right, didn’t I mention?? Iris has adoptive parents and one older brother. He wasn’t imporant though.

Just another jock male who shitted on people who were different because he was too cowardly to come out of the closet.

“Come, darling!” Their mother embraced them with a side-hug and lead them away from their room.

Their mothers embrace was slightly welcoming, they would’ve prefered if it was Violet’s though. Their mother led them downstairs and to the kitchen table. They were greeted by their father, aunt, uncle, grandparents and brother.

Give or take, none of these were their REAL family. But it still wasn’t good. The second they entered all eyes flashed to them.

All of them judging, the mother frowned a little before smiling beside Iris and guiding them to their seat. They made a slight face when they were squashed between their aunt and brother.

When they glanced over, their aunt had a cup of wine infront of her. She was a surprisngly calm lady, but had this air of highschool drama about her. She had a average build, and had ginger hair with hazel eyes.

Meanwhile their brother, ugh. He had a, what Iris liked to call ‘wifebeater’ shirt on. It was those white shirts that hugged your waist and showed off your muscles to all the gawking woman. The reason they called them ‘wifebeaters’ was because they had yet to meet a nice person who wore them.

Anyways, he had messy ashy blonde hair and pirceings on each ear. He also had hazel eyes and unsettingly sharp teeth.

He wasn’t awful. He just pretty much ignored Iris. Although sometimes he actually acted like a brother and laughed with them a few times when they played video games or football.

“Hey, Iris…! Finally came out of your room I see!” The woman on their left hesitantly greeted them.

They forced a semi-polite grin on their face as they smiled back.

“Yep.” Was all they said.

They looked around and saw their ‘father’ giving them a death stare. But it wasn’t directly into their eyes no, it was at their pirecings.

“Why do you have such ridclous things hanging from your ears?” He veomnsly asked.

He was refering to the plant shaped dangling earrings Iris had in. They were in the shape of the planet satern, sure, they caught attention. But they weren’t crazy.

“Oh, these? They’re just planets!” They answered.

The male’s eyes seemed to harden even more and they swallowed a ball of spit. Their brother, looked up from his phone before going back to texting.

“I know what they are. And they look werid and distracting on you. It’s already bad enough with your eyes, hair color, and skin color.” He spat out.

Iris’s ears started to ring. They hated it when he brought up their race. What did that have to do with anything?? No one shot them any werid looks, no one besides this racist fucking ASSHOLE.

They made a nasty face in appulation and just as their father was about to open his disgusting mouth again, the first big plate of food was brought out.

The blonde next to them nudged them slightly and offered a lazy grin.

“For what it’s worth, I think they look cool.” He complamented.

Aganist their better judgement, their heart warmed at that. But before long, he was back to typing on his phone. It was nice while it lasted though.

The food was bland looking, a basic big salad bowl placed infront of everybody. And everyone had to take a serving. There were multiple dressings laid out though.

“The rest of the food is on the way, just somethin’ to hold you guys over.” The mom winked at everybody before running off to the kitchen.

Iris finished adding the dressing to their salad as they swirled the healthy food around in it. They hated eating with people, everyone just ate so loud.

They also had a smaller portion then everyone else. Maybe that was because the bowl was placed infront of them last. There was barely anything left.

Aganist their will, they heard their ‘father’ and uncle ranting about something.

“Honestly, kids now a-days. I went into a cafe’ to get a regular black coffee, I wasn’t going to say anything besides a “Hi, can I get a regular black coffee?” But then I noticed the worker was wearing one of those ‘pronoun’ pins. And do you wanna know what she had on it?? ‘they/them’!! Honestly, what’s with them??!”

“Fuck your black cofee, scumbag.” The white eyed and green eyed person scoffed under their breath.

They harshly shoved some food into their mouth, trying to block out whatever the stupid uncle had to say next. But they still heard it.

“Hey, Marcus. One of your ‘kids’ goes by ‘they/them’ right, prehaps SHE could explain it to us.” The uncle said, with his mouth full.

The kid obviously knew who they were talking about. As all eyes, including their brothers turned to them. They akwardly took a sip of the fruit punch infront of them before offering a tense smile.

“Hm? Sorry, what do you need?” Iris polietly asked.

Oh no, they knew what they needed. They just didn’t want to say anything.

“Can you explain this whole..’they/them’ thing??” The aunt spoke up next.

They tensed further and their brother furrowed his eyebrows. They started messing around with the forke in their salad due to nerves.

“Oh..it’s just pronouns..y’know, like she/her or he/him..but uh..they/them has been around longer actually..usually it’s used to describe someones gender that’s unclear, or not obvious..which is why I use it because I don’t feel comfortable with my assinged brith gender. But uh..people can use it for all different types of reasons-!” They explained before being cut off.

“Sounds like a bunch of liberal bullshit to me!” Their grandfather scoffed out.

Their white eye visibly twitched a couple times and the smile fell straight from their face.

“I don’t you apperiacte you interupting me.” They coldly said.

It went dead silent again. The only sound being that of their mother wandering in the kitchen. Their grandfather’s expression was offended, stupidly enough.

“Well sorry, fag’. I guess I’ll just mind my own bussiness when you suck on another girl’s tits.” He spit back.

The round of gasps that came from everyone at the table was comically. They clutched their fork like it was their last life line.

“Miles! You can’t just say that, Lily will get upset-!” The aunt beside Iris scolded.

But it wasn’t out of Iris’s own good, oh no. It was for the fear of their mother hearing them.

Speaking of their mother, she came back with a large turkey. It wasn’t thanksgiving, but their famiily just liked turkey alot. They didn’t though.

Once their mother finished placing it down in the midde of the table. She walked over to the short haired former and placed down something different infront of them.

It was a cake, not a massive one. Sort of simaliar to those lava cakes. It looked and smelled really good.

That’s what Iris liked most about their adoptive mother. She didn’t judge them for not being a huge meat fan, and she adjusted to their tastes.

Only if she had heard them being called a slur one minute eariler.

They smiled thankfully at their mom and she smiled back. She, then plopped down right next to their father and smiled at him. The green and white haired person now noticed the staring still at them.

“Your really gonna’ feed your kid that?” The uncle commented again.

Oh my god, Iris thought frustartedly. Can’t you just SHUT YOUR DOUBLE CHIN SWEATY PIG ASS THE FUCK UP?!!

They, aganist their better judgement breathed in and out slowly. Trying to forget the anger that tickled the back of their throat.

“Oh? Do you want a piece?” They inquired, a polite smile on their face.

The male only scrunched his face up at them. His green eyes seemed geniuley put off by the fact.

“No, absoutetly not. Keep it to youself.” He hissed.

They merly shrugged and cut into while everyone else took pieces of the turkey. Ugh. They would never say it out loud, but turkey smelled absoutetly disgusting. It reminded them of thanksgiving.

Also gravey and mashed potatoes like?? It just was so gross to them. But everyone had different tastes and opinons, they guessed.

Their brother nudged them again, making them jolt slightly. He still had his phone out but he had his plate under the table slightly.

“Yo, slide me a piece??” He casually asked, wiggling the plate for extra effect.

They sighed with a small smile on their face before giving him a quarter of the lava cake. Speaking of it, it was warm and had a milk choclate, mixed with dark choclate center spilling out of it.

There were also berries ontop of it with powdered sugar. They couldn’t help but light up when they took a bite of it.

“Sooooo..Iris, college!!” The only family member not to put their input in about their sexuality or gender spoke up, their grandmother.

They only looked towards her and blinked.

“What are you majoring in?” The brunette asked.

Their brother made a noise between a wince and a whistling sound next to them. This made Iris shot him a look with their eyes.

“Photography.” They honestly answered.

Oh god, there were multiple reactions to this. The aunt next to them, visibly defalting. Their father scoffing and rolling his eyes, along with their uncle. Their mother smiling at them. Their grandpa looking unimpressed and their grandma’s smile still implanted on her face but her mouth hanging open slightly.

“You could’ve said something like Liberal arts.” Cairo, their brother snickered.

They glared at him before their grandmother cleared her throat and smiled at them.

“Oh!..how..quiant!” She tried to polietly add.

Their eyes seemed narrowed and they shoved some more bites of their cake into their mouth.

‘Can these people stop talking about me?! Or at least do it while I’m not here?!’

“You’ll never make a living with that, I hope you know that.” ‘Father’ unhelpingfullingly added.

“I know.” They bluntly replied, reaching over to simply grab another swig of their drink.

He scoffed again but found more intrest in the turkey leg he had. They looked away and almost finished their cake. Multiple conversations were going on, luckily no one seemed to be bothering them anymore.

They went to stand up, as did their brother. Attention drifted midly back to them but no one said anything.

Iris walked into the kitchen with their plates and placed them in the sink. Maybe they should vist Violet after all. Get some weight off their chest.

The white and green haired person rubbed their temples as they scurried upstairs. Honestly, they hated family dinners so much. As soon as they were about to enter their room, someone behind them stopped them.

“Iris, I’m sorry.” The familar voice of their mother said.

Her hand was on their wrist and her warm hazel eyes searched the others face.

They only blankely stared back before sighing. They pulled away slightly to open their door and made a motion for their mom to come in.

The still taller scampered inside and sat down on their bed. They closed the door behind them and turned on the planet nightlight they had in their room.

“What’s up?” Iris asked, deciding to play clueless.

The brunette deadpanned slightly before nervously looking away. Their mom was a nice person, but lacked to stand up for herself.

“I..I’m sorry about the way the others acted..they shouldn’t have picked on you..I support you and your descisons..” She mummbled.

The college student sighed and shook their head, not coming too close to their mom. But still, why was she apologizing for the others??

“Ap-ap-ap, if your gonna’ start apologizing for the others, you might aswell get out now.” They held a hand up to stop her.

The hazel eyed woman frowned slightly but didn’t say anything.

“I’d rather they apologize, but I know that’s never happening. So..” They said, shrugging before placing their mouth into a lopsided expression.

“Hey, can I go out tonight? I know it’s late but I have my car and everything..” They asked.

The woman’s face scrunched up in displeasure before falling. There wasn’t much she could say to them. But she trusted Iris.

“Fine, going to Violet’s, I presume?” She questioned.

The college students face light up in a red shade. They flushed and looked away, making her laugh slightly.

“Oh come on Iris, I’m your mother! You can’t really hide these things from me!~” She sang softly before standing off of the bed and brushing some of their hair out of their face.

They sighed before nodding.

“Fine, I’m going to V’s..I’ll see you tommorow, mom.” They admitted before kissing the woman’s check, grabbing their bag and wallet along with a few other things before opening up their window.

The taller woman watched as they opened it slightly and leaned down to crawl through it. They carefully stood on the roof and shut it closed behind them. Then, they also spared one last look towards her before shuffling off.

Violet boredly poked at her piece of paper infront of her. Her cheek resting in her hand as she could faintly hear the house next to hers blasting with music. Stupid teenagers.

She was currently learning how to draw human anatomy, for a class she had. The girl didn’t actually attend physical school, no. She took all her classes online.

It was easier that way.

She groaned as she made another slip with the pen. It was annoying, sure. But this was the path she had deicded to take. A masters degree in health and science wasn’t something to be laughed at, after all.

She flinched when someone knocked on her window. She was at her desk, so she had one right infront of her. She looked up slightly and screamed when she saw eyes and a visible face pearing through it.

She jolted so frantically that the chair she was in knocked over, leaving her groaning and sprawled out on the ground. The other person seemed to panic at this as they hastitly unhatched the window and climbed inside, moving the stack of books and papers out of the way so they could properly sit on the desk.

“V’!! Are you okay?!” A familar voice called out to her.

The blue eyed girl’s eyes were shut on impact of the crash. And her ears rang slightly but she opened them. When she did, she saw Iris. Her heart was still pounding in her ears.

“Oh geez, I really didn’t mean to scare you that bad!” Iris explained.

The girl on the floor shifted slightly, leaning back on her elbows.

“What are you doing here?! Didn’t you say you couldn’t come?!” She asked frantically.

The ladder only laughed nervously before finding her crutches and setting them closer. They reached out a hand and hoisted her up, before helping her situate herself on the crutches.

Once Violet had a stable hold on them, she hobbled back slightly.

“Yeah, change of plans! But still, aren’t you glad to see me?” They vaguely answered before exictedlingly asking.

The former huffed and leaned more heavily aganist one of the crutches. She slightly manvered her head so that her fingers could rub her temple.

“You are going to actually make recovery from my foot impossible if you keep spooking me.” She hissed out.

The short haired person only nervously laughed and ushered her to sit down. They both sat on the bed, Iris sitting awfully close.

“You really wanna’ recover that badly?? I mean, you’ve been trying for YEARS now!!”

Violet scoffed and glared at them with the corner of her eye.

“Wow. Thanks, scumbag.” She sarcastically said.

And just as quickly as she had laid down, she had adjusted her posture to sit up. The taller grabbed her arm and yanked her back down though.

“No! C’mon, V’..y’know I didn’t mean it like that.” They made her lay back on her well..back.

The blonde still had a deep frown on her face as she flipped over to the face them. They were still laying straight on their back but glancing at her from the corner of their eye.

“Well then, what did you mean it like? Because from my point of view there’s no other way that could’ve been taken.” She raised an eyebrow at them.

They sighed and flipped over in the same direction she did. The ocean eyed girl blushed when she relized how close their faces were.

“I was just trying to say how much I adimire you for trying. Your willingness..it’s an attractive quality, what can I say?” They answered before slyly sneaking that least beat in there.

The girl rolled her eyes and moved away a little while pushing their face away with her hand.

“Oh my god, you fucking sleaze.” She groaned.

The green and white haired person laughed, throwing their head back. No matter how much the scowl on Violet’s implanted itself, she couldn’t help but stiffle a smile.

She loved the way Iris laughed, even if it was at her.

“Hey, hey! What where you drawing earlier? You were in such a trance that well..you got spooked when you saw me!” They asked another question.

The health and science major smiled a little before explaning.

“Working on human anatomy..who knew it was so hard to draw a pair of tits?” She answered before a stupid grin came on her face at the joke.

The taller laughed again, even harder maybe. Her grin inhanced to something inhuman when they laughed but she felt it and quickly shook her head.

“Ahahaha!! W..Well can’t you just use your..your own-Hahahaha!- p..pair for refrence?” They manged to snike out between snickers.

The girl groaned at the and shoved her hand in their face again, sucessfully making them still snicker. She flinched, though when Iris held in her hand in theirs.

“You wanna’ know why I really came over? Besides to see you?~” They teasingly asked, lacing their left hands together.

The other shivered at the touch, her eyes focused now on the hands. But she nodded anyways.

“Stupid family dinner, againnnn..they can never seem to keep their stupid opinons to themselves.” They whined slightly before chuckling and shaking their head.

Violet frowned slightly and rubbed her thumb aganist their hand. The slight yellowish olive green warmed aganist the touch.

“They don’t know any better, Iris. They can barely even think for themselves.” She added.

Mismatched eyes flickered to blue ones before back down to their hands. Iris was now doing the same motion to her that she was doing to them.

“You think so?? They’re comments don’t really effect me but..it still hurts to be told I’m nothing without them.” They mummbled.

In truth, no matter Violet proclaimed to hate Iris she actually couldn’t. At least not outloud. Because she trufully felt bad for them.

As much as she was jealous from her other friends, limited as they were, sometimes she didn’t mind not having a family.

“Course’ I think so. I haven’t met them but they would probably blow a socket if they saw a cripple walk through they’re door.” She rolled her eyes.

The short haired person smiled and shook their head. Then, they pulled away slightly, untangling their hands. The others hand felt empty and worthless now.

“Enough about me!! Let’s talk about how you sounded jealous over text!~” They whined before nudging the other.

Speaking of her, she tensed and immeditally looked away. She didn’t actually think they would bring it up!!

“I have absoutetly no idea what your talking about.” She fastly said, probably making it eager and obvious she didn’t want to talk about this.

The younger now had a shit-eating-grin on their face. raised a eyebrow at her hasty attitude.

“Oh, you don’t?” They innocently asked.

Violet’s eye twitched and they snickered again.

“Look, your the one who calls her a fangirl. I’m not going to get involved in anything scandalous with you until you tell me your single.” She raised a hand in defense.

‘Liar.’ Her mind hissed at her.

“Oh, look at whose getting all bold now. What happened to that V’ who always stuttered when I flirted with you, huh?” They sarcastically asked, leaning closer.

The shorter tensed further if that was possible. She leaned a little away, only for her hand to trip on the boarding of the edge of the bed.

She glanced at it before sweat-dropping.

“What’s the matter, darling? Don’t like me being close to you?” They snarkily asked.

Her eye twitched again as they asked yet another question. What was with them and asking so many?! Obvious answers, too!

Wait..she just asked one herself-no-shut up!!

“C’mon, Iris.” She simply regained composer and looked back at them.

They blinked in confusion a few times before moving away. They tilted their head and stared her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” They apologized.

The blonde merly pressed her lips into a firm line. What was she suposed to say?? Should she apologize or something??

“No..I just uh..are you hungry?!” She trailed off slightly before asking eagerly.

‘Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.’ She begged in her head.

They made a face before slowly repeating something back to her.

“Did you forget the part where I said family dinner? I mean, it’s fine. But uh, I am thirsty.” They sarcastically asked before adding.

Violet ignored the obvious mocking tone and scowered for her crutches. She manged to plop out of the bed and land safely on them. She manvered around to look at them.

“Great! What do you want?” She questioned.

They thought it was kind of cute how eager she was to get out of this situation. She always had a sort of flee before fight attitude about her, or maybe it was the opposite.

“Just some choclate milk is fine..” They mummbled, drifting off into their thoughts.

“Ew, you fucking milk drinker.” She immeditally responded, scrunching up her face and sticking out her tongue.

“You should drink some milk if you wanna’ get taller, short-stack.” They swiftly replied back.

Her eye twitched again but didn’t say anything as she slightly limped away. Iris couldn’t help but notice that she was leaning more heavily on her crutches.

They had never wanted to hurt her, not really. She didn’t talk about herself much, or how she was crippled. The only thing she had said was that she wasn’t always crippled.

Both of them were in tough situations. Maybe that’s why they were so close.

Iris really hadn’t ment to fall in love with her, or at least not this hard. But she was just so cute when she rambled about space or things she loved. Or when she whined when they kept messing with her.

“Here!” She came back rather quickly and threw a brown milk cartoon at them.

They fiddled around with it slightly before opening it and stabbing the straw it came with it in.

“If you spill that shit on my sheets, I will kill you.” She ‘seriously’ said.

Iris simply rolled their eyes before placing their mouth on the straw and offering her a wink.

“Cute.”

The girl simply rolled her eyes before sitting back down. She blinked and covered her eyes with her arm.

That stupid edging feeling had came back.

She really didn’t want Iris to see her like this. God, was her eye twitching? She felt extremely irratated all of the sudden.

Obviously, she could just fall asleep again, but wasn’t that akward? I mean, you’d have someone basically watching as your asleep which sat her at unease.

“You okay, blondie’? Your actin’ all ansty all of the sudden. Shiftin’ and all.” They finally spoke up.

She lazily removed the hand that was covering her eyes Her mouth was pressed into a lopsided expression.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She brushed off.

She saw the other clutch the now empty cartoon in their hands harder before letting it go. How strange.

“I’m gonna’ go to the bathroom, be right back.” They coldly said, sliding off the bed and leaving.

‘Fucking finally!’ Her mind cheered.

She scooted up so she could rest aganist the backboard. She closed on of her eyes but her open blue one darted around.

She startled, though when a blurry figure appeared in her vision. It had messy blue hair and a white ripped up sweater dress. It’s face wasn’t visible since most of its hair outshined it. And the camera from it’s neck dangled unsettingly.

Oddly enough, it looked like Ace from the dream.

“What…?” She asked, eyes trying to dispehiver what this THING was.

“Violet..” It whispered, comminng a little closer.

The crippled girl immeditally slammed back aganist the backboard, getting as far away from it as she could.

“What..what..what the fuck..” She harshly whispered.

The blue haired figure now had a visible smile on it’s face and it came closer. It basically hovered over the edge of her bed.

Violet despreatly rubbed her eyes and wished that she was just seeing things. She also reached a hand to pinch herself, maybe it was just another bad dream.

“Ouch!” Okay, not a dream.

Then what exactly was this thing?! It tilted it’s head and wearily looked at her.

“Haven’t you missed me?? I know I’ve been gone forever.” It mimicked a soft and comofortong voice.

She now was pale and sweaty. She didn’t understand, she didn’t get it.

“Leave me alone! I don’t even know what’s going..going on bu..but you!-!!” She started but the figure suddenly leaned forward.

It’s face was right infront of hers and she could see an eye peaking out. It was a dark, pitch black one with heavy bags underneath.

“Wake up, Violet.” It bluntly said before staring at her.

The blonde’s face changed and she held herself. There’s no way she was asleep right now, she had tried that already! What…what what…I

“STOP IT!!!” She yelled, holding hersef tighter and her breathing shaky.

Iris almost tripped as they entered the room again. Violet was huddled near the beadboard and looking at..’something’ shakily. They immeditally dropped what they were holding and went over to her.

“Woah, woah, woah, hey!! What’s wrong?!” They asked, really confused.

Her eyes refused to contect with theirs as she frowned. They watched as she burried her face in between her knees and tried to calm down her breathing.

“Violet!!” They said again, shaking her slightly.

To her, their voice just sounded like the ringing in her She hated how everything became inhanced, how she could feel her heart pounding in her ears.

She breathed in and held her breath for a few seconds. Laughing and the paranoia of the figure’s stare unerved her to no ends.

She flinched and yelped when hands shook her shoulders that were tucked slightly. Her heart calmed down slightly and she could hear someone speaking to her.

“Violet, your scaring me! Are you okay?? Hey, please snap out of it..” Someone’s geniuley concerned voice echoed.

The blonde blinked a few times before raising her head. Iris slightly hovered over her and she flinched at the closeness.

“Sorry! Sorry..” They apologized, noticing the red rushing to the shorters face.

She simply moved back more and looked away. Her eyes were narrowed and Iris noticed that they were darker.

“I heard you panicking so I came in here..can you tell me what happened..?” They questioned, staring at her with patience.

She harshly bit her lip so hard it actually drew blood. She didn’t know what was happening to her, so how would they understand??

“I..” She choked out.

They merly looked at her, their eyes shifting back and forth. What was so hard to get out that it looked like she was struggling?

“Violet..please talk to me-!!” They mummbled but flinched when she shoved them back so hard that they actually fell off of the bed.

They fell on it with their elbows propped and hands sprawled out behind them. The girl peered over the edge of the bed, her shaky yet irratated expression on place.

“Shut up!! Get out!!” She yelled, moving a hand to her hair.

Iris groaned and opened an eye to look at her. Her blue eyes were unstable and shaky. Yet..somewhat eerie.

“V’ what the hell is going on?! Wha-!” They started but were cut off.

“Get. the. fuck. out.” She icily said.

The short haired person felt their body freeze and they couldn’t do much. Her blue eyes were wide with each word and extremely dark.

They were offically freaked out, it was like she had did a one-eighty. They shakily stood up and held their now throbbing wrist close to them.

They stummbled over their own feet before grabbing her bag.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on…but something’s wrong with you..and your obviously not okay..I hope you get the help you need..” They softly said, jitters still slightly running through their body.

Violet didn’t say anything and her eyes simply followed their movements.

Iris moved over to the desk that they got in here in the first place and leaned on it. They unhatched the window and crouched through it.

The mismatched eyed person climbed through it fullly and pulled it closed behind them. They looked at the other before pressing their lips into a firm line. Then, they shuffled down the roof.

On the other hand, Violet was left in silence. She stared at the window they left out of and shook her head. Her eyes lightened slightly and her mouth fell open.

“That’s sad..” A voice said, their tone mocking.

The crippled female jolted yet again, honestly, could her senses just relax for a second?! When she looked from where the voice came from, a male with dark blue navy hair, darker then Ace’s stood there.

He had dark golden eyes and his figure was slightly blurry. But he seemed to be wearing a simple suit but with a plain white button up underneath and a loose tie. There was also specks of red covering it.

“Wha..” She gasped airly, not another one!!

He simply sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Relaxxx’ kid, I’m not gonna’ hurt you.” He breathed out.

She stared at him before reeling back. It clicked. She knew who this was. It utterly disgusted her.

“Oreian.” She mummbled.

His face lit up at that and when Violet blinked, he hovered upside down above her. When she ment hover, she ment almost flying.

“The one and only, and y’know, your sister’s fiance. Anywayssss..you’ve been having halluications recently, right?” He cheerfully said before asking.

The air around him was absoutetly freezing like touching a ghost. He snickered when she slightly shivered.

“No need to worry, I’m a..techincal halliucation?? More like a ghost really..but I am actually here and talking sooo..’” He vaguely explained.

She only paled and slightly hit her injured foot, grunting in pain. This directed the male’s attention to it. He hovered closer to it and grabbed it.

“Ack-!” She yelped when the warmness from the clothed foot was zapped out of it.

He squinted at it before letting go of it and leaning closer to her face.

“Oh, that’s right. Your crippled now, right?” He blandly asked before blinking away again.

He floated behind her and messed with her yellow hair a little. It was werid to feel basically air, flowing in between the strands.

“Get off me!” She spat before roughly pulling her head away.

She assumed she couldn’t touch him, at least not physically. She reached to pinch herself, believeing that she was asleep again. Only to feel the sting of her fingers and Oreain raising a eyebrow at her.

“I don’t know if I should be offended or not that you thought you were sleeping.” He said.

She looked away for a second but this time, he didn’t move. He blinked a few times before smiling widely.

“Anywaysss’ why did you brush off your girlfriend like that-!” He started but was cut off.

“Non-binary, they/them.” She grumbled.

He opened his mouth a little in surprise before nodding.

“Righttt’ sorry, let me reprahse, why were you so rude to your partner?” He asked again.

The long haired girl still scowled at him, this time with her arms crossed.

“I don’t like them. And..I wasn’t in the right state of mind.” She adimitted.

The male only guaffed and leaned his head back. A smile that showed off his sharp cainines showed across his face.

“I’ll say! You practically stabbed the pour things heart out! I mean that in a reotrochaical sense, mind you.” He snickered.

“Enough. Where’s Ace?” She glared at him.

He made a sound, simaliar to a wince sound. He looked away before smiling nervously.

“Oh, she’s at home, well our home. She’s probably sleeping right now.” He tried to answer.

The younger wasn’t falling for it though and tried yanking him by his tie but yelped when her body tilted forward as her hands went straight through him. She tried to stabblize herself but the blue-nette laughed geniuley before helping her. He grabbed her shoulders and sat her up before she could hurtself.

“I thought you knew that wouldn’t work-Ahaha!-your funny, kid.” He laughed.

Her right eye twitched and he smiled with his closed before moving away.

“I’m not a kid, I’m 22.” She hissed.

He pretended to make a surprised expression but it just came off more mocking then anything.

“Oh, you’ve gotten so old. Last time I saw you..you were a teenager, right?” He patronized.

She scowled harder and stared dagers into his eyes. She hated this guy, she really did.

“Cut it out. What do you want?” She snapped.

The male only smiled and blinked to one side of her room. She had her bookcase on that side and he obeserved it with mild intrest.

“Oh, your studying medicine now? How fiting!” He approved.

She finally had enough and went to stand up. She leaned to the side and set her crutches into place as she smoothly fell into the ground with one of her feet standing on the ground.

Oreain eyed her with mild intrest and she leaned aganist the right crutch.

“I’m serious! What do you want?!” She agressivly asked.

In the male’s defense, he couldn’t really take a short blonde who could barely stablize herself on crutches seriously.

“Just to help you with your little situation you have going on!~” He answered, boredly picking a book out of the shelf and flipping through it.

She looked at him with a lopsided expression.

“What do you mean, ‘problem’?? I’m perfectly fine to do this by myself.” She inquired with a hostile tone.

He only looked at her with a skeptical expression before cracking his neck slightly. Then, he appeared from behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Ah dear, how do I say this?? Your a little..controdictory in your methods!” He said.

Violet merly looked him confused. She ment, sure maybe sometimes she was nervous around Iris, and mean. But what was she suposed to do?!

“Well sorry! You try being in my place with barely any outside contact!” She hissed.

He merly laughed slightly before twirling a piece of her hair around his finger.

“Oh, Violet I was in your position! Now, I would be willing to make it easier for you!~” He answered before offering.

She erked and scrunched up her face in distaste. Her blue eyes stared him down in disgust.

“This whole stick’ may have payed off on Ace but not me buddy.” She snapped again.

He simply hummed before pulling away again. He seemed awfully touchy for a dead person. Also, he was never this comfortable with her when they first met.

He crossed his arms behind his back and smiled.

“But wouldn’t it be useful to have someone who can bend someone’s will to theirs? I mean, you need to be more blunt around them, sweetheart!” He honestly said.

She made a disgruntled noise at the nickname and glanced away. She hated this, as much as she made it obvious she knew he was mainuplating her. He just kept at it.

“Aren’t you going to get tired of this?? I said no, Oreain. So get out of here.” She coldly spoke.

The male grunted, his happy expression faltering slightly. She squinted at him and he leaned forward with a scowl of his own.

“You will say yes, eventually, Violet.” He sneered.

The next morning, Violet was actually outside. Surpringly enough, she had ordered a walking boot more tough then the normal ones to help her.

She could still walk on it, even better now. But she still got some stares when she winced now and then and tried to lean weight off of it while standing in line.

Currently, she was in a cafe’, she had ordered a vanilla lattee with alot of creamer. That’s just how she took it. She also took a bite of out the muffin she got.

It was warm and flaky, but tasted like sweet blueberries so she didn’t mind that much. She sighed and flipped a page of the book she was reading.

For the past hour, she has felt someone staring at her. But everytime she glanced up she only caught them glancing away. It was a mother with her child who were standing at another table.

The poor little girl looked like was lost and just following along with the mother. While the said one ok the other hand was on her phone and kept shooting Violet looks.

“Mama’ that girl has a huge boot on her foot! What’s wrong with her??” She asked.

The crippled girl almost spit out her drink at the question. You usually didn’t ask people what was wrong with them if they had a disablity.

“I don’t know darling.” She simply answered before going back on her phone.

The little girl still stared at her before finally loosing intrest. She stared out the window, snow.

A few other people inside the cafe’ seemed to look up and notice it aswell. The white flurries fell from the sky and landed gently on the ground.

“Hey there, stranger.” A familar voice called and she looked up, becoming extremely flustered when she saw who it was.

“I..Iris!!” She stiffened and stummbled out.

They simply laughed at her heartily, almost doubling over. An embrassed scowl quickly covered that previous expression.

“Ugh, don’t laugh!!” She complained.

They snickered a little before taking the seat across from Violet and smiling. She noticed that they had a coffee of their own and a scone.

“Why are you here?” She asked.

She didn’t mean for it to come off as brash as it did. But it still did. She winced a little at the tone but Iris immeditally answered.

“Do you not want me to be here?” They asked back, resting their hand on their cheek.

Violet bit her lip and looked away. They obviously knew the answer and it was honestly a bit unestting that they were conviently here.

“No..I mean no as in I don’t mind you being here..” She mummbled.

They grinned and took a bite out of their scone, when they opened their mouth, the shorter got a look at their teeth. Espically their canines were surprisngly sharp, how did she not notice that earlier??

“Soooo..I was wondering if you were up to go to the carinval next week with me!” They provided.

It really wasn’t a question, but still the blonde was taken aback. Did they seriously just brush off what happened last night??

“The carnival?? What carnival??” She asked.

The white and green-nette blinked a few times in shock.

“You seriously don’t know what I’m talking about?!” They asked, almost skeptic.

She simply nodded and flinched when she was suddenly shaken back and forth roughly.

“Jesus, I forgot how out of touch you were! C’mon, the christmas carnival! It’s basically where they have hot coco, shops, lights and everything christmas up!” They shook her back and forth.

The blonde groaned and they finally let her go. The former flushed slightly at the stares being tossed their way.

“God, did you really have to make a sene?! Anyways, fine. I’ll go with you, it sounds fun.” She agressivly asked before mummbling.

The other immeditally lit up at this and practically had stars around them.

“Really?! Great!~” They exictedly asked before singing.

Violet raised an eyebrow but brushed it off a little. When she glanced out the window again, she saw the snow coming down more heavily.

“Do you like snow, V’?” The white and green eyed person asked.

She glanced at them for a second before making a comtemplative expression.

“I supose, fall is my favorite season though.” She answered.

They nodded and smiled.

“Yeah, fall’s nice. But springs my favorite!~” They sighed, drinking some of their coffee.

The long haired girl blinked, it kind of made sense. They seemed like the type of person who liked warm weather.

“Oh, your studying??” Iris noticed the book the girl had shut closed by now.

The blue eyed girl was about to answer but she felt air coil around her neck. Her eyes widened slightly and she looked down to see black sleeves arms wrapped around her.

“Hi!~ Bad timing?~” Oreain sang near her ear.

Her expression changed to slightly panicked, her mouth falling and paling. Not to mention the shaky cold sweat running off her body. Was it her or was the room spinning?

“Hey, pretty girl, are you okay??” The person sitting across from her asked, worried.

The male spector looked up and grinned. Meanwhile, Violet was having the opposite reaction.

“Oh, it’s them!! Is this a little date you two are on?!~” He eagerly asked.

She breathed in and out a few times, closing her eyes before clearing her throat.

“Yeah sorry, I just thought about something.” She tried to smile in reassurance.

They squinted at her before shaking their head.

“Could you BE anymore obvious, dear? I mean..yikes..” The male who still had his arm wrapped around her shoulders mockingly asked.

She looked back down at the book that she had closed and bit her lip.

“Well., I better get going! My girlfriend and I have yet another date today!” Iris said, sitting up while finishing off their coffee and stuffing the scone in their mouth.

The navy haired male made a ‘tsk’ sound and held his hand out, moving infront of Violet.

“Want me to help you? I mean, abadoning you for their girlfriend? Yikes!” He offered.

The girl stared at his hand for a little longer before rapping her fingers along the table. She bit her lip harder and glanced away. Her heart beated in her ears faster and she sighed.

“I…Yes..” She accepted.

The male lit up and immeditally came closer. He reached a now slightly faded hand out and grabbed her cheek. Her breath caught in her throat as her body suddenly dropped to freezing degress and it seemed inhanced.

“Wow, it’s been forever since I’ve possesed somebody!” Oreain spoke in a echoey voice inside of her own head.

Violet looked down at her hands and noticed the golden ring that was now on their right index finger. It shimmered slightly when she oddly tilted it.

“V’? Your spacing out again.” The taller was closer and dangerously close to her ear.

Only, they weren’t. Their voice just sounded closer then it actually was. They still stood across from her and tilted their head.

“Ah, so sorry..I forget, have I met your parents yet?” She apologized before inquiring.

It took her back, those weren’t the words she wanted to say. And her voice sounded mainly like her own but it had undertones of Oreain’s influence.

Speaking of, they stared at her for a minute, probably stunned. They shook their head and looked away, grinning a little.

“Ah no, well none besides my mom. Why do ask?” They answered before leaning forward a little in curiousty.

In her..well mind, the shorter was flipping out!! I mean, what the hell was going on?! This was way too confusing and moving way too fast for her!

“Would it be okay if I came over to your house to meet them? For like dinner or something?” She inquired.

The mixmatched person seemed to choke on their own air, doubling over. A small grin overtoke her lips before fading back into a normal grin.

“Woah!! Did you completly go insane or something?! I mean, the Violet I know would never have the balls’ to ask something like that!” They stared at her with shaky eyes while still being double over.

Meanwhile, the golden eyed males voice made sort of a wince/ groan sound in her head.

“Ouch, yikes!” He hissed in mock pity.

In reality, those words did dig under her skin. Was that seriously what Iris thought of her?? A coward?? A paethetic shy person who backed away when being flirted with?!

“Seriously? Well then sorry for asking.” She spat out verbally.

Now the male was the one startled, on the outside Violet’s expression to change that.

“What are you doing?! Are you trying to make it worse?!” He botheringly asked inside of her head.

Now Iris’s expression changed into one of confusion. They furrowed their eyebrows and pressed their lips into a grimnace.

“Huh?? Oh no, don’t take that in a wrong way! I’m happy your being more bold with me!” They made a sound of confusion before lighting up and apologizing.

The yellow-nette eyes went wide as she processed this information. Were they serious??!

“Uh huh, and you thought they didn’t.” The cocky male voice inside her head sighed.

She was still in state of shock. It was surprisng to see them defending theirself. Usually they would just laugh it off or be more aggresive.

“Oh, really? Okay then, noted.” She rytorchacially asked.

They chuckled and stood up striaght, cracking their back in the process. Their eyes seemed to glimmer with a odd sense of merith.

“Anyways, if you wanna’ meet the rest of them sometime that’s no problem with me. But you know how they are, but again, it’s all you sooo..’!” They answered before trailing off.

A beat of silence covered the two before a ringtone went off. Iris flinched slightly and opened her phone and took the call.

“Darling, so sorry! I’m on my way right now! Yep..Uh huh, yeah…love you..bye..” They leaned to the side and spoke.

The annoyed feeling filled Violet’s chest again. This girlfriend of theirs was way too clingy, wasn’t she??

“Ugh, who even is this girlfriend?!” Oreain’s scoffing, annoyed tone voiced her thoughts exactly in her head.

“Never met her.” She simply mummbled back with her thoughts.

Iris sighed and closed her phone before sparing one last glance at the other. It was noticed by her how their apperance obviously turned more ragged.

“Well, I’d best be off now. Text me later, lovely.” They smiled tiredly at the end of the setence before making their way out of the cafe’.

All of a sudden, her body gained it’s heat back and she shivered as the blood flow in her body was pulsing. Oreain looked at her, sitting ontop of the cafe’ table with his feet kicking back and forth.

“Well? What do you think? Did I totally save you or did I totally save you??” He questioned, a cocky smile on his face.

The girl stood in silence for a few seconds before flushing slightly. She covered half of her face as a slight giddy small came over her face. The male only raised an eyebrow.

“Thank you..thank you so much..” She breathed out, practically squealing with excitement.

Oreain only leaned over the table slightly, near her. He grabbed her left wrist and moved her hand away from her face. Her cheeks were covered in a dark red.

“Ah, your pretty cute when your blushing.” He adimired.

This snapped the lovesick girl out of it. She glanced at him before shaking her wrist slightly, making him let go. People around her were off in there own worlds, either reading or on their phones.

“I have to go..I have a physical therapy apointment..” She half-heartly mummbled.

He blinked before blinking to her right side, observing as she picked up her tote bag and book along with her coffee. She pushed in her chair and threw out her empty cup of coffee.

“Huh..” He whispered in intrest before blinking away.

Iris sighed as they took another hit from their girlfriends vape. The hazel eyed girl was currently sitting behind them, her legs wrapped around their neck and shoulders.

“Hey babe, my friends are gonna’ come over and crash for a little, you okay with that??” She asked.

The former grunted and tilted their head a little back, their hair now hitting the others stomach.

“Huh…? Oh, oh..yeah..that’s cool..” They slowly replied.

The other snickered slightly and leaned down to kiss their forehead.

“Your so cute when your disorenated.!~” She sang before leaning back.

Iris scrunched up their face before taking another hit. Honestly, an odd choice of words. Maybe they would’ve sent that to Violet, though.

They took another hit of the vanilla flavored lung killer. They blinked a couple times, almost choking when the sound of someone knocking on the apartment door was heard.

“Ah that must be them! I’ll go get the door!” Mel’ quickly excused herself.

They groaned when she shifted off of the bed, the warmness she provided leaving quickly. They tilted their head back to normal and slumped forward with a frown.

“Hey guys, my partner is actually here right now. Their crashing in the other room.” They heard her speak.

Iris boredly rubbed one of their eyes before standing up. Their whole body ached, how annoying. They cracked their back and knuckles before walking into the living room.

From what they could make out, four other people were there. Two males and two other people. The long haired girl smiled and moved over to the hunched over figure.

“Speaking of, here they are! This is Iris, everyone!~” She introduced with a big smile.

The rest of them blinked at the same time, comical. The first one to speak up was a girl with purpleish with pink undertoned hair. It was rather short and messy.

She also had dark brown eyes and multiple pirecings.

“What’s up? You look wrecked.” She questioned before sarcasticallly saying.

The person beside her turned her back and snickered. While Mel’ frowned and Iris tilted their neck to crack it.

“Yeah? Sorry I’m kinda’ high right now..and you took my girlfriend away from me while we were comfortable.” They sarcastically answered.

Their girlfriend pinched the bridge of her nose before shaking it.

“Guys please, leave them alone. Just introduce yourselves.” She hissed before running a hand through her hair.

The pink and purple haired person sighed before crossing their arms over their chest. An unimpressed look sat on their face.

“Misa, Misa berken.” They answered.

Iris simply nodded before glancing at the person beside them. She had simliar colored hair, maybe a little lighter and longer.

“The name’s Mika, last names aren’t imporant!~” She answered aswell.

It was strange, they had twin sounding names but they didn’t seem like siblings.

“Are you two related??” They questioned, not exactly curious.

The two of them looked each other before the other burst out in laughter. Misa had a small grin on her face as she snickered slightly but that was it.

“Yep, cousins actually.” She spoke.

The short haired person made a sound of recongition before looking towards the two males. One had messy blonde hair, oddly remiscent of Violet’s. And it was tied into a high bun. It looked actually thin, like it was almost wet.

“My name’s vicent.” He introduced, a cute smile on his face.

They noticed he had pink eyebags under his eyes. Pretty cute, if you asked them.

“Move it, pretty boy!” The other male nudged him and scowled.

This one had brunette hair and dark green eyes. But part of his bangs were died red and he had cool glasses on. He was also the tallest in the room.

“I’m prettier then Vicen’ right new person??” He leaned towards Iris a little.

Misa faceplamed while Mika sighed heavily. The male startled at this and turned towards them before back towards the other.

“What? Did I miss something?!” He asked before glancing at Mel’.

“This is my partner.” She simply said.

He immedtially reeled back before nervously smiling.

“Oh!..sorry, my name’s Seoul..pleasedon’thateme..” He apologized before rushing the end.

They blinked a few times, rubbing underneath their eyeball. Then, they turned to face equally infront of the rest of them.

“Right..my name’s Iris Redbrook..ugh..sorry I’m really tired.” They said before groaning.

The shorter girl smiled and supported them slightly as she lead them to the coach. Their body slumped and they closed their eyes. They could feel eyes on them but they didn’t feel like staring back.

“Soooooo..’ Mel, you really like them?” Mika questioned.

The long haired girl made a confused face. Well, obviously?? She wouldn’t be dating them if she didn’t.

“Yeah?? Obviously..” She answered.

They shot the sleeping person a look before making a face and shrugging. She looked around a little more and saw Vicent also giving her a look.

“Okay guys, why are you giving me that look?” She annoying asked.

Her eye twitched slightly and he smiled a little.

“It’s really not something too bad but uh..they didn’t seem too into you from what we sensed..” He honestly said.

Mel’ narrowed her eyes at him and scowled slightly. Who cared what they thought??! Iris did care about her. They just weren’t overly clingy.

“They DO love ME, you two. They just don’t cling onto my every breath like you DO.” She spat.

The pair recoiled and cringed, glancing at each other.

“Just go, okay? If your gonna’ judge my fucking partner then go.” She placed a hand on her hip and dug her fingers into her skin.

Now everyone looked at her like she was losing it, which made her eye twitch. She made a motion for them to exit and everyone hesiatently stood up.

“Go.” She hissed when they didn’t make a move towards the door.

They all frowned before shuffling towards the door. Misa was the first to turn their back and open the door, the expression on their face unclear.

Mel’ sighed heavily and slumped down on the couch when all of them left. How annoying. Don’t get her wrong, she liked her friends. But they were overly protective.

She glanced over at Iris’s sleeping figure. They had a relaxed and peaceful look to them. The black and brownish freckles littered across their face like stars.

She leaned closer and gently tapped their cheek with the tip of her finger. Cold. It was still soft but oddly cold. She frowned slightly and adjusted her posture so she was aganist their chest.

She pulled the soft blanket that was laying on the ground off of the ground. She shuffled a little to place the blanket over both of them and she grinned at the new warmth.

The hazel eyed girl sighed softly before closing her eyes.

Violet groaned as she looked around again, was she seriously asleep again?! Had she fallen asleep on the train ride home or something?! Her hands moved, and a trail of motion blur followed behind.

“Great.” She hissed, sarcastically.

She atleast expected to end up back in the area she was last time but no. She was on a beach, the oddly colored red moon dipping but still hangin high in the air. The ocean water seemed to also glimmer a slight red.

“Violet, your back already!” Ace’s voice called out to her.

Don’t get her wrong, she enjoyed seeing Ace again. Even if it was werid that she was selfaware this was a dream.

“Hey, Ace. Where are we?” She glanced at her before raising an eyebrow towards the whole beach.

She also noticed the change in attire. Her sister had a white, or extremely light blue sundress on. There was a yellow and white flower tucked behind her ear and the camera still hugged her neck.

“Isn’t it obvious?? The beach of course!” She scoffed.

The blonde blinked as the waves came closer, touching her feet. The sand softened underneath it aswell.

“Don’t you remeber?? We went to the beach once..when you were pretty young..” Ace questioned.

The blue eyed girl tried to think, to remeber it, she couldn’t. Her eyes clouded over and she looked at the older.

“You don’t..do you..?” She asked.

It seemed as if a power seized her throat. She grimnaced and looked down.

“Ace..what is this?? Why do you keep doing this?” She weakely asked.

She was tired, fatigued. Oreain also didn’t help, plauging her mind with thoughts about Iris. It was like the only thing she lived for at this point.

“I’m..not sure..you don’t seem as happy..” The blue haired girl answered honestly.

The younger girl came a little closer, but not close enough.

“I’m just tired..so tired..I don’t even know why I can walk properly in these dreams. Everytime I wake up to relize I can’t I just..” She lamented.

Ace frowned before trying to smile.

“Why do you hate yourself so much? Be honest.” She bluntly asked.

Why did she hate herself? A fair question. She could go on and on about how useless she was. But in all honesty, why did she??

There were plenty of other people who were crippled who didn’t hate themselves. So why did she only feel worthless? Why couldn’t she walk and hug Iris like a normal person?!

“Ah..I get it..” Violet didn’t have to answer, Ace already figured it out.

Intense self-loathing.

“Your overlooked, yeah?? You hate it when people baby you, yes?? Understandab-!” The taller girl started but was cut off.

“No. You don’t understand.”

The slightly taller girl frowned and moved a little back. The yellow-nette’s eyes were slanted, she didn’t look pleased at all.

“How could you?! You have no idea what I’ve been through. No,..you left too early to even understand what’s happened..” She placed a hand in her hair so it slightly shadowed over her right eye.

“What are you talking about, Violet?? Please..” Ace furrowed her eyebrows.

“Do you know that I’m crippled? Did you somehow figure that out?” She harshly asked.

The caramel eyed girl blinked a couple times. No, she didn’t. Violet forced out a harsh laugh.

“No? Of course you don’t.” She added on.

“I’m crippled now, I can barely go outside. And when I do, people look at me like I’m weak! I’m not weak, I’m not weak, I..I’m not weak..I can handle myself..” She repeated.

She glanced at the older sister with slightly pleading eyes.

“I’m not weak..am I, Ace?” She mummbled.

The girl in the sundress came closer and hugged Violet. The slight breeze of the ocean blew harder and whipped their air back and forth. Blonde and blue mixed together.

“I love you..I love you..I love you and miss you so much..it hurts.!” The younger strongly clentched onto the other like she was scared to let go.

The moon’s red glow seemed to infesify as Violet broke down. Her awfully fatigued and weak body crumpling, she was weak. She couldn’t do anything.

“I feel like I’m going insane..I’m not insane..am I..?” She tiredly looked up at her big sister.

She was looking away, biting her lip. Her eyes focused back on the former’s figure and she seemed more concerned. There was nothing she could do, nothing outside of these dreams atleast.

“No, your not insane, V’. Your fine, here, with me.” She assured.

The former didn’t look back at her as she merly tightened her hold. Practically choking her.

In particular, a large wave hovered above the two of them. It crashed down onto the two of them, pulling them in the water. While Ace manged to stay on her feet, the shorter went under.

The salty ocean water uncomfortably made her shut her eyes. Everything stung, everything was cold and wet. She held the remander of the air she had left and tried to back.

Everything seemed muffled to her ears, just the constant bridage of smaller tides. Dying in a dream wasn’t a new exprince, it was just annoying.

And uncomfortable. Some of the unwelcomed water slipped into her mouth and her throat squeezed. She shook her head but the aderline was running out.

Her throat still begged for her to keep fighting but the rest of her body went numb. She couldn’t feel anything but her blurry hands. She could feel her mind grow foggy as her lungs filled up with water.

She simply accepted the fate and relaxed the rest of her body.

She confusingly felt the area around her change. She was in the middle of a forest. What exactly was going on??

Wasn’t she suposed to be awake by now?!

Her breathing sped up a little but she looked around shakily. No sign of Ace, were those dogs barking?-no, no one else, aren’t these trees rather tall??-okay those are defnetily dogs!!

She whipped around and heard some unfamilar voices speaking.

“I don’t care! Just find her! Keep her away from my love at all costs!”

“Oreain..?” She whispered, squinting at the figures.

They were far away sure, but it sure as hell was. He looked taller, oddly enough. He had massive black eyebags and a dishelved yet charming apperance.

“But master-!” Another voice started but was cut off.

“Didn’t I say that I didn’t care? Ace’s paethetic sister is just another hinderence.” His voice dropped.

There was no dobut they were certaniley talking about Violet. She knew Oreain was a bad person, a bad influence on Ace.

“Wait a second..” He paused, slowly turning in the direction of her.

Violet’s eyes widened as his eyes landed on her. His own pair of eyes widened and he mouthed something.

“What are you doing here?”

She took this as a sign to run off in the opposite direction. The trees blurred past her and the barking got louder. But the odd thing was that she couldn’t see any dogs.

She halted when she saw just plain white. The forest atmopshere dissapered and it just turned plain white. When she turned back around, the rest of the forest plainly dissapered.

“What do you think your doing?” She flinched when she heard him ask.

She turned towards him, oddly enough, he looked human. He wasn’t transparent at all and he wasn’t blinking from one place to another.

“What…?” She took a few steps back.

“Are you stupid-actually no, I know you are. Let me reprahse, are you moronic?!” He started but changed his wording.

The girl’s eye twitched and she glared down at him.

“This is a dream, what the actual fuck was that? The part where you called me a hiderence?!” She bitterly inquried.

The male only blinked before a crooked smile overcame his face. Then..

“Ha…Ahahah..AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA-PLEASE-HAHAHA!!” He burst out in delousional laughter.

The laughter would’ve been actually nice to listen to, according to Ace. Who knows, this was her crazy ass husband?

“Oh..oh your so much like your sister..it’s paethetic really!~” He caught his breath before smiling at her, joy in his eyes.

“Keep your delousions away from me. Let me wake up.” She spat, taking another step back.

He only blinked and came a little closer.

“Oh? Whose to say that this isn’t a dream? Think about it, V’.” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Her gaze narrowed even further and she now came closer. This seemed to surprise the male, but not in a bad way.

“Don’t you fuck with me, creep. I still don’t understand your motives and it pisses me off. It pisses me the FUCK off.” She leaned forward, but ducking slightly so she wasn’t in his face fully.

He made a offened hissing sound and fluttered his eyelashes at her. Funnily enough, she wanted to tear them off his fucking face.

“Creep?? Isn’t that a little too harsh?” He innocently asked.

Her eyes flickered to his eye and she yanked it. He grunted and stummbled down slightly, now at face level with her. Maybe even looking up some.

“Be honest with me, and give me a good reason why I shouldn’t slacp your sleazy ass right here and now.” Her voice seeped with venom.

The navy-nette only stared back at her but his smile was gone. She shook him slightly so he would respond.

“I can’t die. I hope you know that.” He blurted out.

Violet grumbled and pushed herself away violently. The male stummbled back to his feet but stablized himself.

“Do you seriously want to wake up? I don’t control this dream.” He asked weakely before adding on.

Her eyebrow twitched in confusion and she leaned forward.

“What do you mean you don’t control it? Then why are YOU here?!” She annoyingly asked.

He sighed and fixed his dishelved tie. His bony hands tied it properly and he looked at her.

“It means exactly that, Violet. I guess I got dragged in here with you. I was sort of mingling around so..” He shrugged.

The former shot him a look and pinched the bridge of her nose. She wasn’t in the mood for this.

“Look, if you aren’t in control of whatever this is, can you please fuck off?”

He planted a snarky grin on his face and leaned closer.

“You don’t like my company?” He asked.

She made a face like he was insane while she moved back.

“Absoutetly not!” She firmly answered.

The male’s laughter rang in her ears as her hearing actually became muffled. It probably would’ve been more obxinous but she was waking up now.

The blonde grunted as she stummbled off of the subway. Her eyes were still half-litted and started to adjust. She quickly looked at the stop and sighed in relief when it was her right stop.

A few people looked at her but quickly looked away. She looked around before sighing and clutching her bag closer to her. Her mind wandered back to the dream she had just had as she started walking back to her apartment.

“So fucking annoying.” She hissed, eyebrow twitching.

The male refused to give her anything, anything. She itched to find someway to get rid of the growing mood of stress and anger in her. Should she just step into the rode and wait for someone to hit her?

She needed someone, something to take her anger out on. It couldn’t be a stranger, not this time. Her eyes darted around as she saw her building complex come into view.

She also slowed her pace as a familar figure faded into view.

“Iris..?” She mummbled.

Oh, it sure as hell was. And their cute little girlfriend was there too. Her expression only hardened, the girl had long brunette hair obviously, and annoyingly pretty eyes.

“Dear, is that your friend over there?” The said girl nudged Iris and pointed at Violet.

The taller jolted and looked up, grinning widely when their eyes landed on her. Meanwhile, the former was practically radiating anger but took a few deep breaths.

This was fine, she told herself. This was fine.

“V’, hey! Sorry for the short notice! I wanted to come by myself but my girlfriend here wouldn’t stop bugging me about it..” They sighed and shook their head.

‘Clingy fucking bitch.’

“It’s nice to meet you..oh..” The girl let go of them and went to hold her hand out but blinked when she noticed the cast on the others foot.

‘How rude.’

“Oh yikes, what happened to you?!” The hazel eyed girl shook her head and conceringly asked.

The slightly shorter girl stummbled back and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m crippled.” She bluntly answered.

The other girl immeditally reeled back and blinked. Then, she made a slight bow movement with a sweat-drop rolling down her cheek.

“Oh, I am so so sorry! Iris didn’t say anything so..” She quickly apologized, embrassed.

The mismatched shrugged slightly. The long haired girl pinched the bridge of her nose slightly before sighing.

“So what now??” She ratherly coodly asked.

The taller leaned forward slightly and titered back and forth. Enough, she wanted them dead. She wanted to wipe their stupid annoying ass grin off their face.

“Aren’t you going to let us in your house??” They sarcastically questioned.

The ocean eyed girls eye twitched multiple times.

“Sure, only you though.” She roughly grabbed them and stared at Mel’.

The girlfriend only shifted her gaze between the two, confused. Iris went to save the day by smiling and grabbing her hands.

“Lovely, I’ll be back soon enough. V’ isn’t comfortable showing her place to many people.” They comforted.

The girl only frowned harder but sighed. She flashed a smile towards Violet.

“It was nice meeting you, by the way..I’ll text you later, my love.” She said before kissing Iris’s cheek and walking away, giddy.

The two didn’t say anything as she dragged them to the level her apartment was on. She immpaintely tapped her foot as she unlocked the door and practically shoved Iris inside.

They stummbled before clumsly turning around.

“Woah, getting a little handsy there, aren’t you??” They asked.

The other didn’t find this amusing as they put their satchel down and shoved them towards the bedroom. They snickered, a faint blush covering their face.

“No seriously, what’s the matter? Are you jealous or somethin’?!” They shook their head, still not fighting aganist the shorters pushing.

The other hovered above them as she pushed them on the bed fully. Her eyes darkened and almost flickered red for a second. The taller’s smile dropped slightly and they leaned back.

“Violet?? Come on..” They mummbled.

In reality, they didn’t mind the change in demenor. But it just seemed something that SHE wouldn’t do. She would’ve said something by now.

“Did you actually get possesd or something-!” They opened their mouth again but she roughly pressed her hand aganist their mouth.

They caught a glance of her finger, the matching ring she always had on it was missing.

“Shut the fuck up.” She spat before leaning over them and mummbling when she grabbed a piece of fabric.

It looked to be part of a tie, but they couldn’t tell. She quickly tied aganist their wrists, kind of scaring them. She finished by giving it a hard tug before pulling away.

“Violet look, non-con bonadge? It would’ve been hotter if you had just asked.” They sarcastically grummbled.

“God, how does she love you so much?! Do you ever just shut up?!” Her voice distroted as she wrapped a hand around near their throat.

The other winced under her touch but didn’t say anything. They looked up into her eyes and saw how dark they were.

She completly moved off of the bed and exited the room. They blinked a few more times before tugging on the fabric. They grunted before manging to get the knot in their mouth.

They manged to get it loose and tug on it again. It came undone and they grunted again and slumped forward.

They held their breath slightly as they heard Violet rumming in the kitchen. She was oddly attactive, even with the boot on her foot. Iris tried to be quiet as they exited the room and peaked down towards the kitchen.

It looked like she was loading a gun up with something. But it didn’t look like a regular gun, it was see through and had a small insert. Speaking of the insert, they fetched something from the table, a small bottle.

She seemed to hisatate, like she was having a battle with herself. They furrowed their eyebrows, they were confused. Why was she acting so werid??

“I don’t want to hurt them..I don’t..” She repeated, looking up and fourtanetly, not towards Iris.

It was like she was looking at a figure far away. Her eyes had lightened a little bit before darkening again.

“You really think the feeling will go away if I do this?” She inquired to no one, at least from their point of view.

The girl bit her lip harshly as she glanced towards the floating figure. In her right hand was a small vial of Arsenic. Exteremely posinous.

“Of course it will. Plus, it’s a fast acting posion.” He reassured, a calm smile on his face.

It was odd, he almost seemed happy about this. She stared at the vial a little more before inserting it.

“There you go!~ Now time to go find them!~” He encourged, a chilling flow of wind passing through her when he blinked infront of her.

He tilted his head up and glanced towards the stairwell, narrowing his eyes as a motion blur passed.

“Come on.” He bluntly said, moving Violet along.

Funnily enough, when he was distracted, he didn’t notice that she stashed another vial of aresenic in her pocket.

Iris slumped aganist the bedframe, their mind running wild. Posion, murder?? Did Violet seriously like them that much and they were just igorant??

Of course, they knew they liked each other. But why did it irrate them that they were going to die without confessing? She could at least pour her heart out to them before doing the deed!!

They scowled but jumped slightly Violet entered the room. Her face was blank, her eyes cold and lips pressed into a scowl like grimnace.

“You got out of the restraints..” She immeditally noticed.

They manged to hold steady eye contact and nod.

“Your underestiamating me, Evergarden. Are you a complete obessive freak about me? Answer me, I won’t judge!” They bluntly said before placing a innocent smile on their face.

The shorter’s expression changed into unsteadiness before tightening her hold on the gun. It wasn’t pointed at them yet, thank the gods.

“Your the freak here, if your smiling when knowing your about to die.” She coldly responded.

They simply leaned closer and she scowled.

“Your totally obessed with me, aren’t you?? That’s okay, I feel the same way!” They asked before answering.

The long haired girl was about to respond but paused. They felt the same way? As in, they liked her? Loved her??

“What..?” She mummbled.

They grinned, but it was less sane then last time. It looked like they were about to go on a full rant.

“I love you, wasn’t obvious?! I love you so much that I wouldn’t mind if you killed me! I wouldn’t mind it all, if it would make you more happy! I love you so much I love you God I can’t-!” They rambled before leaning extremely fast and close towards her.

She flinched and her eyes shrunk when they grabbed her face and connected their lips. Wasn’t she suposed to feel happy?! But there was now a pit in her stomach.

“Oh yikes..” She heard Oreain’s familar voice whisper in her ear.

Iris dug their fingernails into her skin and she was convinced she was suffocating at the vigor that they were kissing her with. She manged to forceably pull away.

She shakily looked at them while their face was bathed in a red color. They were insane, completly insane! Sure, Violet might have been too, but they were demented!!

“You love me! Say it, c’mon! Please say it..” They begged, the crooked grin on their face only widening.

She looked down at the posinous gun she was holding and her hands were shaking. Nothing made sense. Where was Oreain when you needed him??

“You don’t love them.” Speak of the devil.

He stood by her with an impressed expression on his face. He looked almost amused.

“What..?” She whispered.

He huffed and blinked closer to her, on her right side. He grabbed her hand and flashed the gun she was holding, and her shaken hands.

“If you loved them, why are you reacting like this? Don’t you want this?” He questioned.

He didn’t have a smile on his face anymore. In fact, he looked geniuley bored.

“No..I didn’t think..” She started.

When she glanced at Iris, they weren’t saying anything. But if they were, she couldn’t hear them.

“You confused suffocation and protectiveness for love. That’s what this is. You don’t want to love or be with them. You just want them to be yours, as your best friend.” He clarrifed.

Her eyes darted back towards the gun, which he caredully pushed closer to her.

“If you want this new feeling to go away, you should just do it.” He encourged, the regular smile coming back onto his face.

Violet’s hearing slowly came back into frame and she could hear Iris now, clearly.

“Please..just say it..” They were still begging?

How weak.

How paethetic.

She narrowed her eyes and raised the gun. The short haired person blinked a couple times before frowning.

“No, no, no!! Wa..Wait before you do it, just confess! Please!” They desperately said.

They knew she was going to do it. And they knew she wouldn’t confess. So why were they still trying?!

“God, V’! Just fucking DO IT.” The specteral male complained in the corner of her vision.

She tightened her hold in the weapon even further, her knuckles turning white. Iris’s eyes shifted back and forth.

“Please..” They whispered.

Violet fired.

“Guh!-!” The needle hit them with a disgusting tacky sound, right in the eye.

She saw Oreain wince in her vison but didn’t say anything. The posion barely even acted before they collapsed. Blood from the now pulsting eye dyed the sheets.

“Yikes, must’ve misfired or something.” He hissed.

The taller’s body was twitching slightly at this point, but it was clear they were dead. Violet winced and clutched her chest when a wrenching feeling was heard there.

The male shot her a look and she tightened her hold.

“Why does it hurt so much?! Why isn’t the feeling gone??” She frantically asked, panting.

The golden eyed male whistled and looked away. His work was done here. No more distractions. No more obstacles.

“See ya’, kid.” He smiled before dissapering.

She whipped towards him only to see nothing. She could litterally feel her heart throbbing. She couldn’t..she couldn’t breath…

Her extremely shaky left hand dug through her pocket and found the vial of aresnic. She tried to calm her breathing as she inserted the vial quickly enough.

She felt like crying but nothing was coming out. She winced and find a comofortable area to press it at. It aimed right above her chest, straight to the heart.

Her head throbbed, her foot throbbed and almost gave under her. At least no one would miss her, not now. She breathed in and out, closing her eyes.

She pulled the trigger.

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(WOOO BABY *vigrously cracks neck and knuckles)