#and i dont know how to explain it to you.

[drchucktingle]

how are you human?

so many interesting comments and thoughts on my post saying buds should consider not coming up to strangers in marginalized groups and saying 'how are you a real person that actually exists?'. i will point out this: despite my VERY gentle tone a few buds said i was having a 'meltdown' for even mentioning it

others said i was being too serious for someone who is ‘not a real person’. so if you would any more evidence of what it is like to be a buckaroo like myself there it is. every day, autistic folks who may seem ‘weird’ are bombarded with messages and comments and implications that they are fundamentally not human beings

sometimes it is outright and blatant like the comments on last post saying ‘well why are you getting mad? you are not even real’ and sometimes it is in the very subtle ways that folks use language when they talk to us. there is huge difference between ‘how do you exist?’ and ‘i am glad you exist.’

anyway, something that i think many people who have not lived this experience dont seem to understand is i KNOW the poster who said ‘how are you a real person that actually exists’ probably meant it as a compliment. that is THE POINT of why i am taking a moment out of my trot to gently and anonymously let them know how it might feel to be on other end of something like this as a queer or autistic or otherwise marginalized buckaroo. it is obviously not their intent to actually hurt someone, so i am letting them know

maybe because queerness and autism are not physically apparent it is hard to explain, but imagine going up to very tall or very short person and saying ‘cant BELIEVE you are real’ as a compliment. not a great way to treat others. on my original post, an indigenous author chimed in with their own experience and feelings similar to my own. a woman who said she was very tall told her story. point is, while i do not have their experience, what i am saying has a universal thread for 'othered' folks

point is: i UNDERSTAND there is this sort of exaggerated or ironic (or maybe even sometimes very literal) language around fandom to say things like ‘how are you a human?’ to creators, but since it is not your intent to hurt, i think you might want to know how that feels to marginalized buckaroos sometimes.

obviously you can say anything you want. i do not hold it against you. also, if you think ‘oh no, did i say something like this to chuck at a convention? i am so embarrassed' then DO NOT WORRY i promise you buckaroo you are just fine. i present myself in a way that is unusual by definition, so i have pretty thick skin about this type of thing and a lot of patience. MANY buds start off thinking i am ‘a joke’ and then become fans over time and i am glad to trot beside them and prove love is real.

however there are other autistic or queer or marginalized buckaroos with smaller platforms who hear this just as much as me, so i think it is important to say it loudly and maybe together we can work on making a very slight shift in the way we speak to the ‘others’ in our lives

we do not NEED to let subtle dehumanization slip into our language. in some cases it has been called ‘micro aggressions’ but i think buds dont often consider what that means for COMPLIMENTS. ultimately, telling marginalized people YOU ARE SO AMAZING YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY EXIST may seem very fun and silly on the surface and for some folks it probably feels that way, but for others it can feel like a reminder of the broader doubt about their humanity. you can just say ‘YOU ARE AMAZING’ without the reminder of the many times autistic or queer or marginalized folks are told in a very serious and pointed way (like comments on the last post) ‘YOU ARE SO WEIRD THAT I HAVE DECIDED YOU ARE NOT REAL’

buckaroos can take this information and apply it to their interactions, or they can ignore it, that is totally fine. we are all trotting our own trots and proving love in our own way and thats okay bud, HOWEVER i feel like it is important to at least let folks know, even if that means getting told i am having a ‘meltdown’. i think it is important to have complex or difficult conversations if it will prove a little more love in the long run. THANK YOU FOR READING BUCKAROOS. i am honored to trot forward with you can tackle this kind of thing with you, and honored you buckaroos have created such an amazing space with me to pull apart these kind of feelings. THIS IS PROOF THAT LOVE IS REAL LETS TROT

[miyakiwiii]

GUESS NO ONE EVER TAUGHT YOU HOW TO BE A REAL MAN...。o○ [1]

-KANG DAE HO X FEM!READER

WOOOO SECOND DAE HO FIC OF MINEEE(ilhsm) HOPE U ENJOY!

TAGS

Reader and dae ho are both in squid game... uh no warnings except swearing and player EUGH 100

NOTE:

This is really long, since i made this while rewatching squid game s2 lmao. Also your kinda like sae-byeok but more chalant also this is really longU^ェ^U (did not expect this to turn into a series)

WORD COUNT:2,15k!

The debt was passed to you when eventually one of your only remaining family members were missing.

It was always because that family member always had to go to loan sharks, to get money, and to use for what? The common answer: Gambling.

The debt that was passed to you was... 320 million won.

Your dad, when he was alive.. you were inspired by him, after all, he was in the ROK Airforce before.

You wanted to be like him, but he didnt want that for you, you were his precious jewel.

"Pa! I wanna be like you when i grow up! All strong!" Younger you said as you flexed your tiny arms, flashing a big grin. Your father chuckles as he puts a hand in your head and starts patting you, messing up your dolled up hair.

"Now now kiddo, Being one of us is really difficult, i dont want my sweetie to be hurt." He says, kneeling down to face you as you pouted.

"Nuh uh! Im still going to become an air enforcer like you!" You said as you crossed your arms.

"Im warning you kiddo." He stops kneeling down.

Well, that dream never came true.

Sitting in one of the benches, it was dark. Now why would a woman stand in the dark all by herself? Isnt that dangerous?

Not at all for you- okay that was cringe.

You fought for yourself always, learning to survive and such.

"Need to go home now.." you sigh, standing up from the bench and fixing your jacket, putting your hands in the pocket, whew it sure is chilly.

"Now now... whats a pretty girl like you doing all alone in the dark?" A creep asks, you could tell it wants something for you, so you kept walking, fastening your steps even more.

"He-Hey! I was talking to you! Come back here!" The creep yelled out.

"Get the fuck away from me." You said, the man finally quiet down and just stood there, watching you walk, and dissapear in the distance.

Finally, arrived to your home... or small apartment, you searched for the keys in one of the pockets you put your hands on, now holding onto the small key, you took it out of your pockets and opened the door.

DAY 2.

You went into the subway for absoulutely no reason at all, going down the stairs on the subway station's tunnel entrance, now sitting in one of the chairs to relax,you saw a... man in a suit, smiling weirdly with a briefcase approaching you, Guess he was a scammer?

The man smiles at you and sits beside you at the bench.

"Hello maam, may i talk to you?" He says, looking at you strangely.

You ignore him and just look at the ground of the subway station.

"Would you like to play a game with me?" He says, looking at you, eugh that stare kinda creeps you out(ik some of yall be simping)

"Eh... who even are you to begin with? Some kind of buisness man exactly?" You say, looking at the man.

You find him, his suitcase opened, finding a red and blue folded paper, along with... won.

He holds out both of the folded paper, and asks. "So, which color do you want to play as?" He says.

"...Blue." You say.

A FEW ROUNDS LATER.

He had explained the round, basically, the two of his slaps were decreasing of the 100k won, but instead, we pay with our... body? That sounds like prostitution but its done anyways.

He looks at you as you stood silent, looking at the man.

"Here's your won." The man says, the man's slap still aching.

"You can make money after playing game's like this do you know that miss?" He says, as you held the money.

"Would you like to try it out?" He said, the hint of mischieoveness achived in his voice.

You thinked, looked at the man. "Huh? Are you trying to fool me sir?" You say monotonely.

"Miss [Reader]." He said as he stood up. You went quiet as you looked at him, how did he know your name?

After that, he said everything, every information you had, school, work- whatever else, even your fathers name.

"As now, one of your family members passed a debt to you about.. 230 million won due to loan sharks."

"Wha- what are you..?" You said, looking at him terrified.

He pulls out a card from his coat pocket, holding it out to show to you.

"We have many spots left." He says, you took the card fastly from his hand, basically snatching it.

"Give me a call." He says as he walked away, you were left there, standing.

DAY 3.

You wake up, in a strange place. Looking around, you held your head as you sighed. Rubbing your temples.

"Fucking hell... my head hurts. You sat up, and took off the duvet that was covering you. Realizing that you had new clothes, you decided to unzip the zipper of the greenish blue jacket, you saw that something was written on your shirt.

238.

"What the... fuck." You stood up and went to the center, as someone accidentally bumped into you.

"Hey-! Watch where your going!" You say, the music that was coming from the speakers finally stopped as the man spoke to you "You watch ou- oh.. i apologize miss."

"Yeah, you better." You said, looking at the man.

You observed the man as you saw that he had a hair length that was reaching his neck a little bit, he had a strong jawline, and a part of his hair was tied to the back, he kinda looked cute whatsoever, but you didnt pay mind to that.

You looked at his jumper, the jumper has a number.. '388.'

The front door opened as three men with masks, the middle one has a square mask, the other two? Both circle.

"Thats strange, this isnt a costume party at all." You say, hand on your waist.

The man was still beside's you, you didnt notice him looking at you, and then he looked back at the guards.

Murmur's filled the room, as you stayed silent, the man beside you tried talking to you.

"Real- ehem, real strange for sure." Yet you still ignored him.

TIME SKIP OF THE SQUARE TALKING.

"Excuse me." A voice said from afar, you turned around to see, it appears to be a transgender woman, you respected her of course. She stepped down some few steps and said..

"You said i'd be playing games, but you practically kidnapped me." She said, looking at the guard.

"I apologize." The man in the square soldier says. "Please understand it was necessary to maintain the game's security."

"... I agree, we didnt consent to this at all." You spoke out, looking at the guards as people leaned their head torwards you.

"So how can we believe that?" She says.

"Whats with the mask then? Is your face also a secret?" A random female says.

"Yeah! Why are you hiding your face? Is this some kind of illegal gambling house?" A random man says.

"Even the dealers dont cover their faces in those place's!" The random woman says.

Murmur's build up as i listened to some of them.

"To ensure fair gameplay and confilentiality, it is our policy not to reveal the face's and identities of staff please understand." The square says.

"... i dont really give a shit about all this talking.. except taking us to some- some place else." i sigh, crossing my arms.

A diva- i mean a girl holds out the jacket given and holds it up. "Did you take off my clothes and put these on me?" The girl says.

"My shoes are limited fucking edition." A forked up- i mean a purple haired guy says, rotating the shoes. "They're hard to find, you goin' to replace em if they get" RUINED?!"

"These dont fit and the color sucks... can i just have what your wearing instead? I like pink" the girl says.

I sigh, looking at the girl from afar, hands now in my pocket's.

TIME SKIP WHEN THEY ANNOUNCE THE PPL W/ DEBTS CUS IM LAZY..

(sorry chat)

"Hah, a crypto scammer in this game...? Noted." I say as i scoff, after hearing the mans words.

"Player 333, llee myung-gi." As the square presses something, the tv that was placed up the screen showed something, the ddakji game..!

"Age 30, Used to run a Youtube channel called MG coin. After Convincing subscribers to invest in a new crypto coin called dalmatian, causing losses of approximately 15.2 billion won. You shut down and dissapeared. Your wanted for fraud, and for violating telecom,and financial investment laws. Current debt level, 1.8 billion won."

"Player 196, Kang Mi-na, 45 million won in debt."

"Player 120, Cho hyun-ju, 330 million won in debt."

"Player 238, [READER FULL NAME]. 230 million won in debt."

'What a fucker..' i stay silent looking at the side.

"Player 230, Choi Su-bong 1.19 billion won in debt."

"Player 198, Jang do-yeong 1.4 billion won in debt."

"Player 226, Kim Yeong-san 1.9 billion won in debt."

"Player 444, Kim Nam-du, 2.02 billion won in debt"

"Player 343, Sim Jae-Seok 2.89 billion won in debt."

"Player 006, Park Mi-hwa, 3.1 billion won in debt."

"Player 283, Lee Eun-jun, 4.02 billion won in debt."

"Player 100, Im Jeong-dae, ten billion won in debt."

"One more game!" The screen's speakers yell out.

"What a greedy old grandpa, huh?" You tried talking to the taller man beside you.

"Uhuh.. totally.. haha.." he says, scratching his nape.

"Who is that? Who is he?" Some people say.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!?" it yells out. "DO YOU THINK- BLAH BLAH BLAH blah blah..."

'Yeah we dont really care whatsoever.' You rolled your eyes, murmurs still surrounding him.

"All of you in this room, Have crippling debts, and now on a cliff-edge. When we first came to you, you did not trust us either. But as you know, we played a game, and gave you money as promised, And so you trusted us and volunteered to participate according to your own free will. You have one last chance to decide, Do you want to live in a piece of trash running for creditors? Or will you seize the last opportunity we are offering?" The square finishes.

I listened carefully (finally) to its words, processing all of it inside my head.

The light's suddenly darken- and now there was a golden glow emitting from above.

"Is heaven taking- woaah... never mind i guess." I look up and above, a piggy bank, not just any ordinary piggy bank, a fucking. Huge. One.

The music that appeared fastened up when the piggy bank was going down.

"Whoa, thats huge yanno'..?" The man beside's you says.

"What you see now, is the piggy bank where your valuable prize money will be stored. After each of the six games you will play, the prizs money will be accumalated in this piggy bank." The square says.

A mama's boy- i mean a man speaks up and asks "how much is the prize money?"

The square answers the man's question. "The prize money for the game is 45.6 billion won in total."

Shocked gasps and sounds build up.

"45.6 billion... won..." i say, my eyes blinking "thats insane."

"And one of us will get it?" The man asks.

"We will give you the detail's about the distribution of the price money after the first game. For these games, you will be given a special new advantage." The square says.

"What is it?" The old bit- i mean man says.

"After each game, you will be given a chance to vote on whether to continue the game or not. If the majority votes to stop the games, you can leave with the prize money accumalated up to that point." The square says.

"Are you saying.." a man says from behind,not in the crowd, but in the sides of the bed- whatever its called

"We'll receive the money after we leave the first game?"

[avonnimimi]

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The Series. Part: 1 | 2 | 3 |

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a/n: HERE IS PART ONE! @wannabe-fic-reader Just a sneak peak of what we’re getting into, I’m actually so excited! I hope you babies enjoy <3 Also, as a black person my self, some things may be written in my native english dialect, if you don’t understand just comment and i’ll translate ;) MEN AND MINORS DNI

content: drug dealer!Vi x black fem readers, weed, intox, cursing, toxic relationships, abandonment issues. lmk if i missed anything.

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Tonight was electric. You and Donte were at a house party just a few blocks down, the bass vibrating through your bones. You were perched on his lap, reveling in the attention, the way his hands roamed possessively over your thighs. You liked it when everyone knew you were his.

Donte's crew rolled in, a flurry of fist bumps and daps, the air thick with "Whaddup, G?" They acknowledged you with a nod, respectful but distant. Donte made it clear; you were his. They didn't approach unless absolutely necessary.

You brushed a kiss against Donte's cheek, whispering, "Bathroom break, babe." He nodded, eyes trailing down your body, a knowing glint in them. You smiled, swaying your hips as you turned away, aware of his gaze lingering on you.

In the hallway, a pink-haired woman held the bathroom door open for you. She had a masculine edge, but not quite a stud. "Sorry," she mumbled. "S'all good," you replied, barely glancing at her.

You fixed your makeup, then headed back to Donte. The pink-haired woman was there, but Donte was gone. Her eyes met yours, a soft gaze that held a surprising intensity. You noticed the glint of metal tucked into the waistband of her sweats; a gun.

Donte's friends were deep in conversation with her. You approached, about to ask about Donte, when the pink-haired woman spoke, "Who she for?" You ignored her.

"Where's Donte?" you asked his friends. They shrugged, claiming he'd been there just moments ago. Rolling your eyes, you sank back into Donte's vacated seat.

An hour crawled by. No Donte. The party was dying down, even his friends were leaving. "This nigga," you muttered under your breath.

You called Donte. No answer. Three more times. Nothing. You sighed, frustration building. Suddenly, the pink-haired woman reappeared, sweats low on her hips, a black t-shirt clinging to her frame, chains glinting around her neck.

"You good?" she asked. You groaned inwardly.

"Donte's MIA, and I'm tryna bounce," you said, annoyance lacing your tone.

A slow grin spread across her face. "Donte and I go way back. I can take you home." You hesitated, knowing Donte might flip, but the urge to leave outweighed any potential drama.

You nodded, gathering your things and following her outside. She walked towards a black SRT Hellcat, its lines sleek and predatory under the dim streetlights.

You raised an eyebrow. "This yours?" She laughed, a deep, throaty sound that caught you off guard.

"Aye, you know who I am?" she asked. You shook your head, hoping she wasn't about to launch into some egotistical spiel.

"I'm your boy's ex-plug. Used to run this end of the block. Just got outta jail." She smiled, a flash of white teeth in the darkness.

"Still don't know, and don't really give a fuck," you retorted, rolling your eyes. "Congrats on the getting out, though."

She chuckled, opening the passenger door for you. You slid inside, watching as she rounded the car, the keys jingling in her hand.

The engine roared to life, a powerful rumble that vibrated through the car. She pulled away from the curb, the Hellcat gliding effortlessly down the street. "Vi," she said, glancing at you.

"Y/N," you replied. "How do you know Donte, this time?" you asked, emphasizing the last word.

"Met him back in high school. I was two years above him," she explained, her eyes flicking to meet yours. "Got into the weed game, both of us. I was just better at it."

You scoffed. "He got busted, I didn't. Needed a new connect. I was the only good one left."

"Ah," you responded, watching the houses and trees blur past. A lighter flicked, and you saw Vi with a thick blunt between her lips.

"You smoke?" she asked, offering it to you.

"Yeah," you replied, taking the blunt and inhaling deeply, the smoke curling from your nostrils.

Your phone rang. Donte. "Bae, I was looking for-"

"You stupid bitch! Who you left with?" he snarled, his voice laced with a venom you'd never heard before. Your words caught in your throat. Beside you, Vi tensed.

"This girl... she said she was a friend of yours?" you stammered, the statement coming out as a question.

"I ain't friends with no bitches! Don't play with me!" he roared. Before you could respond, Vi snatched the phone.

"Relax, Donte. It's Vi. Remember me? Everything's chill. Pulling up to yours now," she said, her voice tight with annoyance. The car slowed, the engine rumbling low as she pulled up to a curb. You took another long drag from the blunt, handing it back to Vi.

"Thanks for the ride," you said, smiling at her. She nodded.

"Ain't nothin', precious," she replied, her voice softer now. The nickname sent a unexpected warmth through you. You stepped out of the car, waving as she pulled away, the engine roaring back to life, the sound echoing in the night.

You turned towards the house, bracing yourself for a confrontation with Donte. But the house was dark, empty.

Where the fuck was he?

You called Donte again. Nothing. "What dis bloodclat idiot doing, man?" you muttered, your thick accent sharpening with frustration.

You flicked on the living room light, heading to the bedroom. Dropping your purse on the bed, you noticed a small piece of paper tucked inside, one that definitely hadn't been there before.

You unfolded it.

(456) 327-6920 Call me if you want some good shit.

Your breath hitched. When the hell did Vi slip that into your bag? She hadn't even known you smoked until you were in the car. You replayed the party in your mind, but couldn't pinpoint a single opportunity she would've had. Sly as fuck.

A quick shower and a change into shorts and a tank top later, you were asleep on the couch, waiting for Donte.

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3:00 AM. Donte was still MIA. Sleep was a lost cause.

"Maybe I need a spliff," you mumbled, checking your stash. Empty. Donte kept his in the car, the car he had, wherever the fuck he was.

Your eyes landed on Vi's note. You hesitated, then dialed the number. It rang three times before a sleepy voice answered.

"Mhm?" Vi sounded exhausted, but that sleepy rasp sent a shiver down your spine. You pushed the thought away.

"Could you bring me a five? Sativa." You didn't even need to identify yourself; she seemed to know.

"On my way," she murmured.

Minutes later, the rumble of her engine filled the night. You stepped outside, the cool air raising goosebumps on your skin, your nipples hardening against the thin fabric of your tank top.

You opened the car door and slid in. Vi, in a sports bra and sweats, was leaning back in the driver's seat. Her gun lay casually in the center console, a stark reminder of her earlier warning. Vi handed you the five without a word. You noticed a stash of papers in the center console and snagged one, quickly removing the seeds and expertly rolling a decent spliff, Vi's gaze following your every move.

You grabbed the lighter from her lap, sparking the spliff and inhaling deeply. The smoke filled your lungs, a familiar comfort. With each drag, the high intensified, Vi's eyes on you like you were some kind of masterpiece – box braids tucked under your bonnet, a few stray curls framing your face. You felt a strange self-consciousness under her intense gaze.

"Precious, I got another drop," Vi finally said, nodding towards your house. You nodded back, handing her the lighter and stepping out of the car. This time, Vi didn't drive away immediately. She waited, engine idling, until you were safely inside. Only then did you hear the roar of the Hellcat fading into the night.

Vi could tell this was going to be trouble. Good trouble.

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this is my original post, please don’t repost, translate, or plagiarize my work ;)

©️avonnimimi 2024

[sweetcherriexs]

die; b.e.

Ever feel like you’ve done absolutely nothing right in your life? Like anything you did, said or thought was wrong. You couldn't ever do anything right. Like you were never meant to feel okay. Like every single thing you’ve ever accomplished was… out of pure pity from God? 

It’s the worst fucking feeling.

You can’t be dead because that’s unfair to people who love you. You can’t be dead because you’d seem pathetic. You can’t be dead because you’re a fucking coward. 

But you can’t exactly be alive either because why the fuck did you exist? Like genuinely… why on earth were you born? If only to suffer and suffer until you finally break down and crumble.

You’re too selfless for your own good but you’re also the most selfish person on earth. You don’t deserve the love you receive. You don’t deserve anything good because the moment you have it, it’s right in your hands and then your drop it, scrambling to catch it but you’re too late and now it’s broken and you’ve lost it.

No one believes you when you tell them you’re a bad person. No… how could they? You’re so sweet, aren’t you? So loving and sweet and kind, huh?

But nobody sees or hears the thoughts in your head. God you’re a horrible person. You fuck up everything, every good thing coming your way because you too damn desperate to be loved. But you don’t get it, do you? Nobody will ever love you. You’ll always doubt every ‘I love you’ said to you. You’ll never feel the love that is given to you and it rips you apart from the inside out but there is nothing you can do.

You’ve given up. There is no escape. Only acceptance that you’re broken. And you can’t be fixed. But do you even want to be fixed? Do you want to be okay? Will anyone care when you’re finally okay? Will you be able to love as hard when you’re okay?

Will you want to live? Will you be able to confidently admit that you don’t want to take your last breath? You don’t know and it scared you.

Maybe you’re getting worse and worse on purpose. You’re doing this to yourself so you get attention from people that are just trying to survive. God, why can’t they just hate you? Hate you so you don’t have to explain the mess that is in your head. It’s such a dark place and most of the time you just wanna take a gun and pull the trigger. God, it would feel so good. To you…

But what about the people you’ve fooled? What about them? How will they know your true self? Who you really are and what’s really going through your mind every second of the day.

There were so many times you’ve thought you’re getting better, but, no, it was just another person your heart longed for that you've fooled because they cared…. They loved you and-

“Hey, babe” 

Your head shot up from staring at the ground, your fingers stopping their fidgeting on your lap as you’re met with your girlfriend’s eyes staring at you. 

“You okay?” 

You stayed silent for another second before breathing out. “Yeah uh… I’m fine” 

Billie swallowed harshly at your vague answer and pursed her lips. “Mrs. Harris called” She mumbled, sitting beside you on the sofa with a sigh. “Said you haven’t been going to your sessions” 

You took in a sharp breath then looked at her. “Yeah… I don’t need them” 

She looked at you with soft eyes and you wanted to puke. PLEASE PLEASE DONT FUCKING PITY ME. Your throat closed up and you looked away from her, squeezing your hands into fists. 

“Baby…” Billie starts but you cut her off.

“I can’t be fixed, Billie. I’m past fucking repair” You muttered harshly “honestly I don’t even know why you care!” 

Billie straightened up at your words with a frown on her face. “The fuck? I care because I love you!” You let out a loud scoff at her words and shook your head. “What? What now?” Billie grumbled.

“You don’t love me! You say you do because you want me to be okay but I’m never gonna be okay! I don’t want to be okay!”

Billie froze, staring at you with disbelief etched on her face.

“Just go! Leave me before I rope you into my endless hurt and suffering!”

“Baby, I’m not gonna-” 

“I said fucking go!” You shouted, bringing your knees up to your chest and curling into a ball and you screwed your eyes shut.

Billie pressed her lips together as she looked at you. She felt her chest tighten and her eyes watered. She moved closer to you. “Don’t do this…. You’re gonna be okay, okay? I’m here, my love” She placed a head on your back and your whole being broke at the soft touch, sobs rocking your body. “Sh sh sh” She shushes you gently, grabbing your shoulders and bringing you to face her.

“I know, baby, I know. It hurts I know, don’t listen to those thoughts, okay? Just feel my love for you” She murmured, bringing you to her chest as she stroked your back. You sobbed and gripped her shirt in your hands.

“I–.. d-don’t-.... deserve—..” 

Billie soothed you once more, pressing her lips to the crown of your head as her own tears fell on your hair. “Don’t say that. Please don’t say that” She whispered, her voice breaking as she held your shaking body in her arms. “I love you, I love you so much” She lets out.

And though she said it… you couldn’t believe her. You wanted to. Oh if only anyone knew how bad you wanted to but you just couldn’t. It hurt your chest and you couldn't breathe.  

She doesn’t care

She doesn’t love you

She hates you

God she hates you so much

She wants you gone

You're a burden to her

A broken thing she has to take care of

You should just kill yourself

You shouldn’t be alive

You don’t deserve this beautiful life

You don’t deserve her care

You don’t deserve her love

Why can’t you just die?

[ainnur]

"Pink and Yellow Cover The Pain" -Fanfic

Sumary : After being possesed by Lady Bone Demon, Bai He have white stroke on her hair. She hated how it look because it make her look like old lady and so much like the Bone Demon herself. Then she ask Wukong for help and Wukong help her cover the white hair...

A/N : Soooo Im not really a writer I just wrote this for fun so there will be some mistake. And my english kinda shitty. This base of my au "What Still Frozen au". Character can be Ooc

"Pink and Yellow Cover The Pain " -by Ainnur

"Have you done this before?"

"Nope, I never even touch a hair dye before, can you belive that?"

Hearing that Bai He isn't actually sure how to feel about it. On one hand, she actually scare to let this happend but on other hand, she just doesn't care anymore. What else could Bai He lost? Her hair already demaged real bad because of the Bone Demon and Bai He is forever piss about it.

To put it simple, Bai He loved her hair so much. She loves brushing and styling it however she want and it will look cute. Thanks to her cousin Ayu who always press on how important the hair care is, Bai He able to keep her hair healthy for a long time. Her hair is long like her mother and have a colour of her dad's. What used to be soft and silky beautiful hair now letf dry and kinda dead. No matter what she do, it just seem that she can't bring her old back. She hates that.

Another thing is, being Lady Bone Demon host body left her with ugly white stroke of hair. Not only it make Bai He look like old lady, it make Bai He look like more the Bone Demon herself. Bai He know it just make sense that Bone Demon make Bai He look like be when using her body like a puppet. That old demon bitch... That just make her hated her hair even more and want to get rip of it.. She decide to tell Wukong about it and ask his opinion. He'll understand right? Afterall, he got same white stroke of hair like her. Even he dont understand, he will help her and she just know it. She didnt expect this...

💕

Bai He take a big gulp of water and huff in satisfaction. Right now she at Pigsy's Noddle with Wukong sitting next to her. It's somehow become their little thing to just eating noddle and talk about random things. Bai He enjoy this simple times with Wukong and she always get to eat delicious noddle that Wukong always pay for her. Wukong doesn't seem to mind and Bai He won't complain about it. Why would she? We talk about free food!

Bai He take a look at Wukong who seem lost in thought while waiting for his noddle to cold down. That one thing Bai He notice about Wukong. He always waits for any of his food to cold down. It's not just cold down enough that you can eat the food when is still warm , no, Wukong waited until all the heats is completely gone. Where the enjoyment of that?? But again not like Bai He would say anything about it. If Wukong like his food like that, who is she to judges loudly?

"Umm...you good kid? You kinda looking at me for solid 3 minutes now. Did I have something on my face?" Wukong's voice able to pull Bai He back from her thought.

"No. You're fine Monkey King " Bai He actually double check Wukong's face to make sure of it.

"It's just...." Bai He take few breath try to form a right sentence to tell Wukong. Few seconds pass as Wukong wait for her to tell him whatever she in her mind right now.

"I hate my hair...." Saying that, she get Wukong full attention as he push his bowl of noddle aside wanting to actually hear her.

"I hate what she done to my hair and how it make me look like....Her.. And I just want the damage to be gone." She grab her hair a bit on her palm not actually looking at Wukong as she focus on her hair right now. It's silence for seconds as Wukong try to process what Bai He just tell him.

"Well you can cut it-"

"No" she cut Wukong words fast

"I don't want to cut it.I just...cant..part of with didnt allowed that." Bai He cant actually explain why she didnt want to cut it, she just know she attach to it.

"I just want to 'cover' it like you..." Bai He words stiff while she looking at Wukong this time. Other thing Bai He know about Wukong is that Wukong uses magic thing call glamours or something to hide his real appearance to other. Even from MK. He cover the white stroke of hair using that and make his hair look normal. Bai He is silently jealous of that ability of Wukong because how is that fair? Why he can just look how ever he want with snap of finger and she just cant? Oh how she wish she have the ablity too.

"I get an idea!" Wukong said with smile planning something in his head. Oh boy....

💕.

That bring us to now. Both Bai He and Wukong is walking to her bathroom after Wukong show up next day with big bag full with hair dye. Hair dye .....Why Bai He didn't about that sooner?! Maybe she so stress and that just didnt cross her mind. Bai He was suprise when she saw the bag full with different colours of hair dye boxs for first time when Wukong show up.

"I don't know what colour you prefer so I just bring everything and let you choose " Wukong simply said that and leave Bai He watching him with unbeliveable face. This monkeyyyyyy.

"Wukong like pink right?" Wukong asks with a smile, holding a box pink hair day in his hand. He right about that, Bai He loves the colour pinks. It's remind her of her cousin who like wearing pink. To put it simple, pink is pretty colour. Some people would say that pink is not a real colour as it is just shade of red. They were right but Bai He doesn't care, It's pretty and that only thing matter. Pink could be lovely colour that bright up the mood but it also can be sickening when it's to much

"Yeah, I want pink" She decide on that with smile. If anything happend it happend and Bai He could not careless. Wukong only respon saying she make a great choice and preparing the dye. While Wukong busy, Bai He want to go through the bag again and that when she notice something is moving inside. "Little monkey!?" Yeah one of Wukong's subject follow Wukong hear in the bag. The little monkey then went to his king and climb on his shoulder. Wukong gigle for a bit and let the little monkey mix the hair dye. "Careful now little one" Wukong remind the monkey. Bai He watching everything with awe and get her attention back to the bag.

Inside of the back she find another colour, yellow. But with specific shade.... It's yellow but not just any yellow, it's have a bit of orange hue in it making it look more golden. It's Wukong type of yellow. Bai He dont know much about colour theory but the colour do remind her of Wukong. This yellow colour bring warm feeling to Bai He. It's provide comfort for Bai He with the bright and fun nature of the colour.

"I want this colour too" Bai He said without thinking. Wukong simply agree with her and Bai He cant help but smile at Wukong. Everything he did right now is for her and she really appreciate it. Colouring her hair with both colour would be fun. But again she didnt want to colour whole head, just the ugly white stroke. Will it look good? They'll find out about that later.

💕

"You sure, you never done this before?" Bai He ask suspicious with Wukong's skill right now. That monkey really tell her that he never dying people hair before but the way Wukong doing staff right now say the opposite.

"Yeahhhhh.....look Im gonna come clean. I watched few video online last night of how to dye hair and tried to do it on my own clone for a bit. " Last night...... Wukong learned to do everything by only a night. Not to mention he just learned it from some video online! Bai He she shouldn't question Wukong ability but to learn something THAT quick is just insane for her.

"Of course and now you're a hairdresser" Bai said sacasticly. Yeah, she bit jealous of that ability, who wouldnt? Wukong just laugh awkwardly at her comment. He so focus on working on Bai He hair with little help from the small monkey to actually say anything as Bai He sit in bathtub.

Bai He herself dont know what Wukong is doing but she trust Wukong completely. Even if everything didnt turn out well she know Wukong would think about something to fix it. Yup, no worry at all. She let Wukong and little monkey pull her hair and wrap it with aluminium foil that Wukong summon using his hair. The smell of hair dye kinda bad and strong.

💕

They have to wait for an hours as the box said. During that time all 3 of them do is watching some random drama from Bai He's phone to kill time. The drama actually good as all of them focus on the phone and not talking at all.

"No offend Monkey King but that women kinda remind me of you" She look at Wukong and back to her phone. The little monkey nod hearing that

"What do you mean?" Wukong raise a eyebrow because that women look nothing like him and many way.

"Both have shitty taste of man" Bai He answers him fast and she can hear Wukong gasping and little monkey cover it mouth.

" ExCuUsE you, I have FINE taste of man"

"Bullshit. You dated Macaque that say everything about you!!"

"Come on! That not fair!" Wukong pout at that. They bicker a bit with Wukong try to defend his pout taste in man and little monkey siding Bai He in this bickering.

After an hour it's finally time to wash off the dye. Wukong let Bai He do it herself as he take a towel for her. Bai He watch the leftover dye going down to the tub's hole. The pink and yellow colour get mix together creating redish-orange colour. Later she that the towel Wukong give her and dry her hair off.

Bai He take deep breath as she preparing herself to look at mirror again. These past few she isnt doing well looking at mirror because she keep seeing HER. There is still cracks from where she punch the mirror. She still remember how worry Wukong is that time and everything was a mess.. Blood dripping from her fist and some stick to broken mirror. It was Wukong who help her treat the wound. But that is another story. Finally after have courage to look at mirror, Bai He eyes go wide seeing her own reflection.

"Sooooo...do you like it,kid?" Wukong ask softly while having little monkey on his shoulder. Bai He take a look at herself again at her broken mirror that she punched. The white hair stroke is now cover with pink and yellow colour. Both colour stand out from her original black hair.

"I..LOVE it!" Bai He is being honest. In her opinion, the colour was great combo and she love how it look so much. Her eyes sparkels as she see no more of white hair. Lady Bone Demon look nothing like her right now. Did Lady Bone Demon have have a sick and cool pink and yell hair stroke? No, she doesn't .

"Thank you so much, Monkey King!!" Bai He said happily as she hugs her mentor hard

"Anytime, kid" Wukong smile and hug her back. She then let go of Wukong and take out her phone fast as want she talking picture with her new hair colour and Wukong. Everything turn out fine and Bai He couldnt be more happy.

END :3

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[coastxlwaters]

Yawns and stretches

Well uh... I wasnt planning on making one of these bc i appreciate everyone so much i cant put it into words... But ah. Lets go

This is gonna be extremely cheesy, also remember im making this half asleep and even fully awake i couldn’t explain how much i care for you all

No specific order, lit just what pops up as moot first:

@escapetheslaughters Hey Ze! I love your ideas and creativeness, even if at times i have to back away due to my uncomfortableness with ykw related topics. You are by far one of my most trusted moots even though i trust all of them with my life, and i wish i could call you my father, but im happy to atleast call you my friend

@eternal-soup Hey soup, god you have pulled me through some rough times without even knowing it. I cant tell you how much i treasure our few and far between interactions but god you are just a great person to call my friend. I cant put it into words for how muchi care for you, but if i ever hear that someone was rude to you i would go to war on your behalf

@eclipsen-smiles Hey Clips Mod, i dont know you too well but you do take up a special place in my heart, you are a very wonderful person with great character building, i wish i could say i knew you more but i respect that you find more likeness in others and not me, im just happy that i know you well enought to call you a friend

@theinfamousmaybelle hi maybelle!i dont know you too much but when we do interact it calms many of my always frazzled nerves!

@im-just-a-dumb-gay Hey Gay, oh god icant put into words how much i appreciate you. You wereone of my first ever moots and i am so happy i have had the fortune to have you in my life

@inkyucu Hey Inky! We may not interact much but i hold you near and dear to my heart, you always know the right thing to say somehow and always make my days better!

@itsahotminuteinbetween hey minute! Oh god, agajn, i cant put it into words but you are a treauredpart of my life i could have never hoped for, as i aslent lurker myself i always understand you not being able to interact much due to social anxiety and i appreciate whenever you become braveenough to interact with me, i am trying to telepathically hug u as i type this i hope you feel it-

@obsessivecelestial i havent known you for long, Celestial, but you make people i care for happier than i ever wish i could, please, please continue to be their friend because you have an untouched power for making people happy

@o-i-w-u hey Charlie! I miss when we were able to interact alot, but i still silentl lurk through your blog for memories of when we would interat alot. You pulled me through one of the roughest times i have ever had and i still appreciate the hand you offered for mine

@potatotato-26 Hey Tato, god, i miss you so much. I think about you every single day, your anxiety about uour art, your little quirks, you bring light to many people and i ask you continue to do so even if ur not in the tsams fandom anymore, u will forever be one of my role models

@strawberry-arrowtip Prime, Prime, Prime, i cant put inro words how much i just LOVE u /p, you have been there for me since my early days under the user of ’CoastxlWaters’ or ’Xellia_eclipse’ you have been one of the best role models for me and i cherish ur existence in my life, though i cant decide whether you are brother figure or father figure <3

@froggielovescoffee Oh Forrest,god your terrifying in a good way, i cant believe i have an amazing artist following me of all people, much less being able to call you a friend!

@h-didanart H, H, H H H H, god I have always loved your stuff and always will your aus fascinate me and your support for whenever I try to do something has never went unappreciated, also, you made one of my absolute bestest of friends as happy as they are, and I think you know who they are, wink wink

@just-a-normal-nova Nova I cannot stress how much I care for you, you are literally part of my family in my head, your older brother btw💥 but anyways, god i hope you get the man ur looking at and i hope you are the happiest you can ever be even if i have to someday leave you behind in my online life

@knizuu Same as your brother, Knizuu, i cant put into words how much i care baout you, i am hugging you and burying my head in ur chest out of appreciation rn

@letthebloodrunlikeariver we dont talk much but for fuck’s sake you are treasured, treasured i tell u, treasured.

@liminal---nightmare-aliza oh Liminal- oh god i miss u so much... I hope you are living a great life even ifim not even noticed in it

@loony2star LOONY, LOONY LOONY LOONY, OH LOONY, GOD I CANT PUT MY APPRECIATION INTO WORDS BUT YOU ARE- SOSOSO- GREAT? AMAZING? TREASURED? SOMETHING LIKE THAT!-

@creaturenamedchoir Choir i literally cant say anything when it comes to you, when i do all i end up seeing in my head is me hugging ur sona with my shark onesie with caption: ’Big brother’

@brightsstar i dont know u that well but ur creations lighten my mood every time i see one!

@multifandomcutie13 oh god u are so treasured in my life i think ill cry if i try to explain, even if u are ominous smt with ur messaging and get the wrong idea you are still an amazing person!

@mellonaide-skys KASHI, I think you know how much i appreciate you, i could make entire posts for every single one of my moots and you would still be in my mind waiting for ur turn to be yelled at with appreciation

@morriganfey i call u every day, u help me through some of the worst times in my life, i cant put my appreciation into words but everytime i hear your voice i smile and my self deprecating thoughts become a little less heavy, i care for you more than almost everyone else on this list. I am sorry for anyone else reading this, but Fey has heard me crying and helped me more than i could even hope for

@capring *sobs into ur chest* i care for you so much i cant tell you how much of an impact you have made on my life and not sound like im overexagerating but you certainly had a huge impact like Fey’s, i care for you deepky and wish i could flick a wand and watch yoir worrkes melt away

@librarian-computer My unbelievably anxious friend, you are treasured and u can talk to me about anything, though i do ask that u message me when u lose motivation for an rp so i can cut it off or try to help <3

@bittyfromquotev you are a role model and i cant say nothing else without sounding really, really crazily happy and i sadly have reputation to uphold

@sunny-inajar ifyou killed me i would die happily/silly but actually, you were one of the biggest motivations in my life and you continue to be, im so happy i have the continued ability to call you a moot

My hands are hurting from all this typing and i know this isn’t everyone byfar but im in more pain than i am in when doing chicken scratches to vent-

I love all of you

So much

I am so tired and slow

I hope i worded this right

But you are truly gifts in my life

Everyone of my moots and people i trust

You are all gifts

[apollo-phoebus]

my bad 😔

aeolus!! how're you doing? you wanna go annoy some mortals?? or steal something from dionysus' stash to go with that lotus of yours?

@apollo-phoebus // he is attempting to initiate Shenanigans

sure! i can only do that for a few more months so might as well!! :D

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

omg i loved the fic with luca and electrostimulation! could you make something a bit more spicy with the same electrostim? i’m really into it and would like to see more. thank you !

Even though i main the chipmunk i dont write him much lol so this short

Rated: Explicit | Warning: rope play, using electrical cords, electrical stimulation, oral (reader receiving)

It should be noted that sex with Luca, or making out with him, is a bit of an adventure. Especially when he gets so caught up, he accidentally shocks both you and himself. At first, it was funny and a bit painful, but over time, it became short of a challenge. Having a bit of fun seeing fast you can get him that worked up, along with it adding to the sensitivity that occasionally has cumming too soon— Which is hot, you like overstimulation with Luca.

So both of you started to see other ways this can work.

Explaining what rope play is or why you like being a robe bunny is very interesting. It is not as if you mind talking about or explaining it. You just were surprised Luca would get so invested in it to try it.

It took a lot of practice as you know how and what you like, Luca is a quick learner and catches on to what to do for the experience to be mutually beneficial.

Thus why instead of ropes, he is using the electrical cords. Cords around your torso and legs, you are curious as you are standing on the ground with a cord keeping you upright. You like how tight it feels on your naked skin, it's like a tight hug. Luca does one last check before stepping back and admiring it work with the same pride he gets when one of his inventions is a success— You give a smile as you know that look from admiration goes to desire.

“Ready?” His hand reaches out to the cord on your chest.

“Ready.” Excited for the thrill this is going to bring and sex right after— Oh, and aftercare Luca is getting better at.

The real fun for the decoder is seeing safely how the electricity dances across your skin, sparks arching off the cords, the way he can see you gasping, and trying not to squirm too much. Already get wet, you are starting to drip down your leg, you let out a high pitch squeal, then moan when his fingers slide up and down your lower lips. The grin he has when he gets on his knees, you look down at him with the corner of your bottom between your teeth.

Luca is cute. He isn’t sexy or has rugged handsomeness. He is cute, and you adore that physical quality about him. Even cuter when he is between your legs feasting on you like his last meal. A messy eater, God, you know this going to end soon with all electrical stimulus, the snug tightness of the cords, and him making it his only goal right now to have you cumming.

[lostdrarryfics]

Oh, hey! We're back! Happy new year ✨

Our inbox is back open and we are accepting new requests! Thank you so much for your patience.

We have also compiled the last handful of lost fic requests from 2024 that we could not locate. You can browse those below if you don't mind taking a look. Please let us know if you recognize any of these fics!

1. looking for a fic where after the war hermione and harry also receive punishment for the crimes they committed over the course of DH (unforgivables/gringotts) I don’t remember it being framed as unfair or anything and the punishment iirc wasn’t draconian or anything, to my recollection, something like probation or community service. I believe in this universe it was just the case that people on all sides were tried, not just death eaters and their ilk. I honestly can’t remember how central to the fic this detail is, it might not be super prominent/plot pertinent, just a detail that stuck out to me, but since it’s not exactly typical for how people imagine the immediate aftermath would go, I’m hoping it’s findable. It was definitely drarry, definitely on ao3, and may have been multi chapter. fic is not Make Yourself by AnyaElizabeth

2. I've got a scene stuck in my head, but I'm struggling to remember which fic it's from. Harry and Draco are having supper, and Harry is eating a lot/very quickly, I think. Draco then (very bluntly/abrubtly) tells him that he had an eating disorder in 6th year, and asks whether Harry has food issues bc of the way he's eating? From what I remember, Harry is quite taken aback and denies, says he's just not great at cooking, or something along those lines. I'm pretty sure it's just a small scene in a longer fic, so I hope that it won't be too difficult to find! I almost definitely read it on ao3.

3. It is a little fuzzy in my memory now, but I remember it was set after the war. Harry and Draco enter a maze or forest by going through a tree gateway, I think the two trees that made the gateway were the trees that their wands were made of. In the place through the gateway(i dont remember what was beyond gateway) they face hardship, get together, and their souls get bonded. At the end they escape back and a deity/goddess tells them she made them face this trial to push them together and that drarry would always be together in the end, but she wanted them together quicker because if Ginny and Harry get together first, their child becomes a dark lord. The goddess/deity wanted to prevent this from happening and now that Drarry got together and are soul bonded, Harry will not be able to have kids with someone else.

4. something happened to Bellatrix (in the DOM, I think) and she was either killed or imprisoned. As a punishment, Voldemort took Narcissa as his lover in order to humiliate Lucius. I remember a scene where Harry and Draco sneak into a Death Eater gathering and Voldemort is sitting on a throne with Narcissa in his lap, wearing a Death Eater mask.

5. Post-war drarry, definitely dark with sexual assault triggers. Harry is struggling and ends up sleeping with Draco. When Draco doesn’t follow up, it triggers some lingering trauma from Harry’s childhood (he was assaulted by the husband of one of his uncle’s friends/coworkers/cousins as a kid). I remember at one point Harry having a breakdown in his bathroom and maybe being sent to St. Mungo’s? Either Hermione or Ginny feature as well (there was a line about one of them seeing him & instantly knowing he had gotten himself into trouble). Eventually Draco finds out, but I don’t remember the ending.

6. I read this probably 10+ years ago, I believe on ff.net. Pretty sure it’s set at Hogwarts during school years, multi-chapter, and Draco is either a spy or a reluctant ally to the Order/Golden Trio. The only detail I remember clearly is that Draco has an owl (or possibly a raven or another kind of bird) named Mordred. Ron tries to argue that only an evil git would name their pet Mordred. Draco explains that he named him Mordred because Mordred also killed his father, which reveals/confirms that Draco killed Lucius, and that helps convince Harry, Ron and Hermione that Draco is on their side.

7. looking for a fic where Harry has to attend an event (I think it's an opera?? or something classy) because Hermione had already bought the ticket and she didn't want it to be wasted. So, reluctantly, Harry attended the event and accidentally met Draco there. One thing I remember, when Harry arrived at the location, he was hungry, but as far as I remember, he didn't know where to buy food (or the ticket that Hermione bought didn't give him special access to buy food). After that, Draco came and invited him to eat together at the table he had reserved?? And then, they watch the show together and then, of course, they sleep together. Another thing that I remember is that Harry was in a relationship with Ron's brother, I think Charlie?? However, at that time, during their relationship, Charlie never revealed it to the public, even to his own family. It was as if Charlie was hiding the fact that he knew Harry was alive. Then, for a while the relationship continued, Charlie suddenly had to return to Romania and from there he cut off contact with Harry. Ron didn't know anything about this, and he often teased Harry by calling him bad names (without realizing that Harry was really hurt when Ron called him that). After hearing Harry's story, Ron was furious with his brother and threatened to tell his mother the same thing.

8. I read this fic on ao3 it was a ministry set one with established!drarry . Harry was an auror (possibly head auror) and Draco worked in the ministry too and Draco always matched his tie to the minister of magic

9. I just remember Draco is released from Azkaban and rowed over a body of water back to the real world for his release. His time is Azkaban took its toll on him and later he talks about it and what he did mentally to try and keep his happy memories in tact (at least the ones he could, others he lost to the dementors) the fic was most probably a long fic on ao3!

10. fic on AO3 that I read like 1-3 years ago! Pretty sure it’s longer/possibly chaptered, and most likely rated explicit/mature/not rated. Either one or both Harry and Draco are Veela (pretty sure? Might be some other magical creature). Takes place mostly in France at some sort of opulent Malfoy chateau/manor. There are some d/s dynamics but I can’t remember if it was actually tagged. They end up going at it in the bathtub and Harry gets pushed underwater for a bit during it. Other than that I remember Narcissa was good and a pretty major character, and there may have been a scene/chapter where they celebrated Christmas together and Harry got emotional because like found family, but I may be confusing this scene with another work.

11. fic where veela draco chooses harry as a mate, but harry refuses and insists he will never be his mate. however, they stick/live together, and sometimes harry "uses" draco for protection. i think harry was fighting for a political campaign? there was a scene where harry gets attacked and draco comes swooping in since he could sense the danger

12. Tsundere(?) Draco incomplete fanfic So read this fanfic years ago and im hopeful I can find it at AO3 if only I can remember the name. Here's what I remember: *Harry and Draco have a established relationship at Hogwarts. I don't think they were students, they were living there and training. Draco is kind of a tsundere in this one. *The first chapter was Harry and Draco coming back to their rooms from a wedding. Harry asked if they would ever get married to which Draco replies that he would give Harry the ring he gave Pansy. Harry says he doesn't want anything that belonged to Pansy to which Draco replies that he was just kidding, he would get Harry a new ring. Harry says it was still not what he meant and Draco says something romantic and says the only one I want to break my heart is you so don't break my heart, I can be a vicious bastard when i am wounded. To this harry replies, you must remain wounded something chronic *There's a female teacher who's teaching them combat i think with a staff and she hurts harry and Draco goes nuts and attacks her. I think the boys end up in the hospital wing and the teacher tells Dumbledore or someone how protective Draco is of Harry, she's never seen anything like it or something. *Then there's also a part where Draco goes out into the Hogwarts ground and summon a fairy like creature asking them to destroy voldemort so that he can be with harry at peace. And the fairy tells him that making rhe wish means he won't be able to have any children. She then informs him that Harry's awake, Draco's troubles have awakened him. He goes inside the castle and Harry confronts him asking what was happening. Draco refuses at first and Harry gives him the ultimatum that if he doesn't tell him, he will leave Draco. So Draco tells him. Harry then tries to comfort him and Draco says that he dares harry to tell him to adopt *There's a part where harry and Ron are playing Quidditch and Sirius and Draco are watching them. Sirius remarks that everytime he sees Harry and Draco together it looks like they are coming from a funeral. And Draco says he does make harry happy, would Sirius like to hear just how happy he made Harry this morning. And Sirius tells Draco to laugh with Harry. *The last chapter I read was Draco marrying Harry. He goes down on his knees in Ron and Hermiones kitchen and then says the vows and Harry is completely surprised and overjoyed. And Hermione asks Ron how he feels about it and a grinning Ron says like barfing. The fic was far from complete and i think itwas discontinued.

[wintergrofyuri]

happy new years voices ranked by how edible they are

broken. super super Super edible. delectable. scrumptious. finger licking. when i look at him i feel like a hungry lion.

HERO i dont want any arguments. he is so tasty and yummy and i just want to tear him in half with my teeth. i am an owl and he is the tootsie pop. im Devouring him.

paranoid. when he cowers. when he starts doing his little chant faster. oh my god i Understand nightmare. he is a fish and i am Tapping on the glass. he is a little gingerbread cookie and im snapping off his limbs one by one and crunching and munching.

smitten. he is like. a crunchy apple. or a strawberry. sweet and tart. maybe even a pie or a cake. with berries and shit. hes decadent. a luxurious dessert. rich.

contrarian. the fool. the jester. hes like a beautiful sugar crusted muffin. lemon poppy seed maybe. something fun. with a colorful wrapper. light and tasty and warm. perfectly satisfying.

opportunist. now you may be wondering why hes higher than cheated. well. wraith opportunist. just. just the entire wraith chapter with opportunist. he is. so pathetic. i need to tear into him like a dog toy.

cheated. he's. he's literally explicitly dog toy coded. one of those soft ones with a squeaker who gets ripped in half in seconds. i need to play tug of war with him. i think he has a cherry filling.

skeptic. im going to be honest, i didnt rlly know where to put him but i think this fits. i think hes like. a buttermilk biscuit. with some blackberry jam. or a simple chocolate frosted donut. some small pastry you eat with tea or coffee. i tear him apart with my hands and dunk him.

hunted. now ok. you maybe wondering why hes so low. he is literally the one who gets you eaten. well. hes a survivor you know. hes lean and gamey. that being said i Will be gnawing on him like a rabid wolf.

cold. hes like. a burnt pop tart. not too burnt, but enough to be noticable so you stop eating it or you like. eat around it. not to say hes Not edible but like. idk its hard to explain. but you get it. love him tho.

stubborn. i LOVE stubborn but hes. just not very edible. idk. if anything Hes the one eating. id still tear into him dont get me wrong. but hed tear into Me right back.

[otterloreart]

I saw my mom for New Years and she gave me my Christmas present! It's a book of doll clothes!

Obviously it is not exactly for the dolls I make, since mine are pretty unique sizes, and it is mostly dresses, but it has some measurements and has a lot of discussions of how to size up and down and example patterns- and pretty pictures!

I love stuff like this, its similar to the Mott's Miniature Workshop Manual. I'm not so great when it comes to sewing- I can certainly try my best but I am not that consistent.

I really like having books to look at as opposed to trying to find out how to do things online. So many blogs are just ads and links for other sites, and while I understand people need to sell their patterns its very hard to find free ones to modify and I'm not experienced enough to feel confident in buying a pattern and sizing it up/down myself for my unique dolls!

Also there's just so much to sift through if you dont know wording, like I showed my mom this and explained I had struggled to figure out how to make it:

and she said "oh angel sleeves, maybe you can modify the pattern this way-" and talked about it and I was like thats what theyre called?! I just kept looking up "short sleeve frills" and stuff like that trying to figure it out. Sometimes it shows you the right thing and sometimes it does not. But if you look up "angel sleeve" its MUCH more consistently correct ;-;

So! I'll let you all know how that goes. My throat has been hurting today so i cant work on videos but idk what ill be up to art wise!

[noihavenosanitythanksforasking]

i dont know if ill ever be able to explain in words how i felt seeing the van scene for the first time. was such a like transcendental experience. ive never felt so seen in my life dude. it was midnight and i was just staring at this kid sobbing in a fucking pizza van and its like my whole world exploded and you have that moment like

omg

im real and im valid and im not alone and he gets it and they get it and its real

anyways thats why lgbtq rep is important

[avonnimimi]

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a/n: PART TWO IS HERE BITCHESSSSS. @hcneymooners @wannabe-fic-reader im so nervous about this lmao. I hope you all enjoy :) . Please remember, some things will be written in my native english dialect, if you don’t understand, comment and I will translate. MEN AND MINROS DNI

content: drug dealer! Vi x Black fem reader, weed, intox, cursing, toxic relationships, gang violence, guns, vi being fine asf, ANGST (kinda). lmk if i missed anything <3

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Donte didn't drag his sorry ass back home until the sky was starting to lighten, that weak-ass sunrise painting the shitty apartment in a pathetic, pale glow. You woke up on the couch, stiff and sore, to the feeling of his clammy hand creeping up your thigh. You shoved him off hard enough to send him tumbling onto the floor.

"Where the fuck were you? I had to hitch a ride home with your friend," you spat, the taste of stale weed and resentment thick in your mouth. He looked at you with that lazy, half-lidded gaze that used to make your stomach flip, now just made you want to puke. He licked his lips, a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver of disgust down your spine.

"You fine when you mad, mama," he slurred, his voice raspy with sleep and something else, something that smelled faintly of cheap perfume.

You rolled your eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck. "That's how bitches like me get raped and killed," you growled, the words sharp and bitter.

He let out a dramatic sigh, mumbling something about you talking too much, about how you were always starting shit. You ignored him, the anger a cold knot in your gut. "I'm going out with the girls," you announced, already planning your escape from this suffocating apartment, from him.

You took a scalding hot shower, scrubbing his touch off your skin, then dressed in your favorite ripped jeans and a tight crop top, the one that always made him look twice. You spent an hour meticulously applying your makeup, each stroke of eyeliner a tiny act of defiance. You even finished that damn marketing assignment, the one you'd been putting off for weeks, just to prove to yourself, and maybe to him, that you weren't some useless, dependent thing. Then you called Shay.

"Hey, baby mama, wanna go out today?" you chirped, forcing a lightness you didn't feel.

"Bitch, don't wish no kids on me! I rebuke that shit in the name of Jesus! Girl, bye," Shay's voice boomed through the phone, her laughter infectious. You couldn't help but giggle, the tension easing just a little.

"I'm trying to be an auntie!" you whined playfully.

Shay promised to be there in 20 minutes. Five minutes later, her car horn blared outside, the sound a welcome interruption to the suffocating silence of the apartment. You didn't even glance at Donte as you walked out the door.

The second you were in Shay's car, the gossip floodgates opened. "Girl, you heard Violet's outta jail?"

You rolled your eyes, already tired of hearing about this Vi chick. "I've seen her. What's the big deal?"

Shay looked at you, a mixture of shock and amusement on her face. "I forgot you weren't here when she was running these streets," she explained, shaking her head. "Vi was the shit. Freshly 18, but she owned these ends. Connected to everyone, kept shit cordial. It wasn't just about the weed, girl."

You listened, intrigued despite yourself. "But then she got knocked. Don't know how, but she's been in jail ever since. Just got out last week."

A slow smile spread across your face. "So, would now be a good time to tell you she took me home and brought me weed at 3 AM?"

Shay slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt in the middle of the street. "BITCH, WHAT?!" You burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the small car. "God, I'm so jealous. You don't know what I would give to be up in them drawls…." she trailed off, her voice laced with a longing that surprised you.

"Hello?! Why would you say that, omg?" you asked, feigning outrage.

Shay just laughed, shaking her head as she pulled back into traffic.

You ended up at a dingy arcade, the kind with sticky floors and flickering neon lights. You spent hours playing air hockey, racking up tickets, and winning handfuls of cheap candy. Your phone buzzed in your pocket.

It was Vi. You didn't even remember saving her number, but that weed… that had been some seriously potent shit.

"Hello?" you answered, your voice a little breathless from laughing.

"Precious, where you at?" The nickname sent a shiver down your spine. You bit your lip, liking it more than you should. You had a man, you reminded yourself.

"Stop calling me that," you said, trying to sound annoyed, but failing miserably. "I'm at the arcade. Why?"

"Come outside. Got somethin' for you," she said, her voice low and husky. Then she hung up. How the hell did she know where you were? You grabbed Shay's arm, pulling her towards the exit. "Girl, Vi just told me to come outside. Did you tell her I was here?"

Shay looked genuinely confused. "Nah, babe, I ain't said shit. Haven't spoken to her."

You stepped out of the arcade, blinking against the bright afternoon sun. And there she was, leaning against her black Hellcat like she owned the damn place, a spliff dangling from her lips. Shay was practically drooling beside you. "God, she's so fine," she mumbled, her eyes wide.

You walked towards Vi, a nervous flutter in your stomach. "How'd you know I was here?" you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Vi leaned down, her eyes locking with yours. "I got eyes and ears everywhere, precious. Ain't nothin' I don't know."

"So, whatcha want? I was in the middle of a game," you said, trying to maintain a cool facade, but her closeness was making it hard to think straight.

She straightened up, pulling something out of the car. Three crisp hundred-dollar bills. She took your hand, her fingers brushing against yours, and placed the money in your palm.

You stared at her, speechless. "What's this for?"

She looked you up and down, her gaze lingering on your chipped nails. "Two of your acrylics are missing. Ain't gonna let precious walk around like that," she scoffed, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I can tell when someone ain't getting taken care of." You glanced at Shay, who looked as stunned as you felt.

It was only then that Vi acknowledged Shay. "Aye, that my girl Shay?" She stepped away from you, the loss of her warmth surprisingly noticeable.

"Hey, Vi," Shay said, waving awkwardly.

"Hey, lil mama. Ain't seen you in a minute," Vi replied, her voice softer now. A pang of jealousy twisted in your gut. Vi seemed to notice, her eyes flicking back to yours for a brief moment.

"Yeah, you been in jail like a bum," Shay retorted with a nervous giggle.

Vi said she had other business to attend to, her eyes lingering on you for a beat longer than necessary. "Call me if you need anything, precious," she said, her voice low and husky. Then she got back in her car, the engine roaring to life before she sped away, leaving you standing there, the three hundred-dollar bills burning a hole in your pocket.

"Bitch, did THE Violet just give you three bills to get your nails done?!" Shay shrieked, breaking the spell. You just shook your head, still reeling from the encounter.

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Shay dropped you back at your apartment around 5 PM. Donte was sprawled on the couch, glued to the TV, a controller clutched in his hand.

"Get dressed. We going to Tevonn's," he said without looking at you, his voice flat and emotionless.

"Tevonn? Ain't that your biggest opp?" you asked, a sense of unease settling over you.

"Nah, we cool now," he mumbled, his eyes still fixed on the screen. You nodded slowly, searching his face for any flicker of dishonesty. Something felt off.

You went to your room, a knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach. You changed into a little black dress, the one that always made you feel confident, and tucked the three hundred dollars into your purse.

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Tevonn's place was packed, the air thick with the smell of weed and sweat. Music blasted through the speakers, the bass vibrating through the floor and up into your chest. You followed close behind Donte, trying to navigate the throng of unfamiliar faces. This didn't feel like a party. It felt like a trap.

Donte found a couch and sat, pulling you down onto his lap. You sat stiffly, acutely aware of the eyes on you, the weight of unspoken tension hanging heavy in the air. You scanned the room, your heart skipping a beat when you spotted Vi across the room, talking to a group of men. But her eyes… her eyes were on you, and for a moment, the chaos of the party faded away, leaving only the intensity of her gaze. You quickly looked away, your cheeks flushing, thanking God you were black.

Donte mumbled something about needing to "deal with some business" and pulled you towards the back of the house. You followed reluctantly, your unease growing with every step.

The back room was smaller, more dimly lit, and the air was thick with tension. Tevonn and his crew were there, their faces hard and unreadable. This didn't look like business. It looked like a setup. You grabbed Donte's hand, your voice barely above a whisper. "You sure about this?"

He brushed you off, his voice impatient. "Come on," he muttered, pulling you forward.

Tevonn stepped towards Donte, his eyes cold and calculating. You saw the glint of metal tucked into his waistband, and your heart pounded in your chest.

"Yeah, so to settle this shit, we want your girl," Tevonn said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. The words hit you like a physical blow, the air knocked out of your lungs.

"Excuse me, what?" you choked out, stumbling back. "Settle what shit?"

Donte grabbed your arm, yanking you towards Tevonn. "Just go. Gotta deal with this shit, then I'ma come back for you, mama," he said, his voice tight with annoyance.

"I'm not going anywhere, Donte! What the fuck?!" you yelled, struggling against his grip.

His patience finally snapped. His hand swung back, connecting with your cheek with a sickening thud. You stumbled back, tears stinging your eyes. He crouched down, his fingers digging into your arms. "Aye, just do what I'm sayin'! Gotta deal with this," he hissed, his voice laced with menace. He pulled you roughly towards Tevonn.

"There a problem out here?" The voice cut through the chaos like a knife. Vi.

Tevonn stiffened, and Donte let out a string of curses under his breath. Vi walked towards them, her movements fluid and effortless, her eyes fixed on you. She casually draped her arm over Tevonn's shoulder, pulling him close.

"What's going on out here, my boy?" she asked, her voice smooth and deceptively calm. Tevonn mumbled something about payment, about Donte sleeping with his girl, his words barely audible over the pounding of your heart. Vi held your gaze, a silent promise in her eyes.

With a swift, practiced movement, Vi lifted the gun from Tevonn's waistband, tossing it aside as if it were a child's toy. Then she drew her own weapon, the movement so smooth and seamless you barely registered it until the cold steel was pressed against Tevonn's temple.

She whispered something in his ear, her voice low and menacing. You watched as Tevonn nodded, his face pale and drawn, muttering apologies. Then she turned her attention to Donte, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Not gonna lie, bruh, you know how I feel about men hitting women," she said, her voice dangerously quiet. Donte froze, his bravado melting away like ice in the sun.

"Vi, we go way back. It ain't that serious," he pleaded, his voice trembling.

"I don't give a fuck," Vi growled, shoving Tevonn aside and stepping towards Donte. Even though Donte was taller, Vi radiated an aura of power that made him seem small and insignificant.

She pressed the gun against his forehead, her finger tightening on the trigger. Donte finally released you, his eyes wide with fear. You ran to Vi, and she caught you, her arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close.

"Don't ever touch her again, Donte. Don't make me have to teach you this lesson twice," she warned, her voice cold and hard.

She scooped you up as if you weighed nothing, carrying you through the crowded house, ignoring Donte's desperate pleas and empty threats. She carried you to her car, gently placing you in the passenger’s seat.

She closed the door, then walked around to the driver's side, sliding in and cupping your face in her hands, her thumbs gently stroking the bruise forming on your cheek. "Gonna kill him," she mumbled, her voice thick with rage.

You pulled away, the anger and fear churning in your stomach replaced by a strange mix of relief and… something else. "Just take me home," you whispered, your voice trembling.

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this is my original post, please don’t repost, translate, or plagiarize my work ;)

©️avonnimimi 2024

[hueningstar]

If youre not uncomfortable with it… dont you think Beomgyu is so stepbro coded like… imagine him trying to restrain himself from fucking his stepsis only to lose it because he’s such a pervert 🫣

Endless Desire

Summary : Beomgyu gets caught red-handed stealing his stepsister's panties, leaving him flustered and unable to explain himself.

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A/N : My first ask yipeeee!!! I really hope that you'll enjoy it dear anon and plss don't hesitate to ask for more🤗🤗

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Pairing : Stepbro!Beomgyu × Stepsis!reader

Warnings : panty stealing, a lil teasing, dub con, unprotected sex(wrap it b4 u tap it)

MDNI

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It's a lazy afternoon, the house is empty... you're lounging on the couch in those little shorts that always drive Beomgyu crazy, unaware of the effect you have on him.

He's been trying so hard to be respectful, to act like a proper older stepbrother... but every time you bend over to pick something up, or whenever your shorts ride up just a little too high, he can feel his restraint slipping...

And then one fateful day, when their parents are out and about, you hear some strange noises coming from Beomgyu's room.

Curious, you push open the door to find him sitting on his bed, surrounded by your laundry... and in his hand, he's holding one of your favorite pairs of panties, fingers buried deep inside them as he frantically jerks off.

His eyes widen in shock as he meets your gaze, frozen in place with obvious guilt written all over his face - the precum glistening on his hard cock making it clear just how long this secret obsession has been going on...

He swallows hard, trying to come up with an excuse, but his mouth goes dry as he sees the realization dawning on your face. You take a step forward, closing the door behind you... He swallows again, his eyes flicking down to his erection wrapped in your underwear.

He stammers out, 'I-I can explain...' but his voice trails off as you slowly walk towards him, a small smirk playing on your lips. You stop right in front of him, close enough that he can feel your breath on his face.

Your hand reaches out and gently plucks the panties from his grasp, holding them up and examining them as if they're something precious. 'These are my favorite,' you say. 'I wonder how many times you've touched yourself with them already...

You hold the panties up, letting them dangle in front of his face. 'You like my panties, don't you, Beomgyu?' you ask sweetly, your voice dripping with innocence even as your eyes glint with mischief.

He nods mutely, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he tries to form words.

You sigh, taking a step back and looking between him and his obvious erection. 'You know we shouldn't... but seeing you like this...' tosses the panties aside and slowly approaches him again 'One little kiss won't hurt, right?'

Before he can answer, you close the distance and press your lips to his, ignoring the voice in your head that's screaming 'BAD IDEA!' His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss.

His kiss is desperate, hungry – years of pent-up desire finally unleashed. One hand tangles in your hair while the other slides down to grip your waist possessively. You can feel his hardness pressing against you, a testament to his need. When he pulls away slightly, his breath is hot against your ear.

'I've dreamed of this...' he whispers, nipping playfully at your ear lobe before stealing another kiss. His voice is husky with desire as he continues, '...telling myself I'm crazy, that I shouldn't...' he then presses kisses down your neck '...but seeing you now...'

He trails kisses along your collarbone, one hand slowly sliding up your side. His touch is igniting fires everywhere he goes, making your breath catch in your throat. 'I should stop,' he murmurs against your skin, but his actions say otherwise...

'Beomgyu...' you try to protest again, but it comes out breathy and wanting. He catches your hands, pinning them above your head as he settles between your thighs. His voice drops to a whisper, rough and commanding 'Stop fighting. Everyone wants what they shouldn't.'

He captures your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your whimper. His tongue invasion is demanding, plundering your mouth like he's conquered territory to claim. One hand leaves yours briefly to tear off the rest of your clothes, while the other squeezes the newly exposed flesh.

'See?' He hisses, breaking the kiss to look down at you. His chest is heaving, his eyes wild. 'You're not pushing me away. You're not telling me to stop.' He hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls your legs up, opening you wider.

With a grunt, Beomgyu thrusts forward, burying himself inside you in one hard stroke. He sets a brutal pace, pounding into you without mercy. The bed creaks and shakes with each thrust, your head bouncing on the pillow as he fucks you like a man possessed.

His hips smack against yours as he drives in deep over and over, chasing his own pleasure now. One hand grips your thigh, holding it high, while the other palms your breast roughly. Mmm, this is what you needed, isn't it? he pants, his eyes locked on yours.

He can see the answer in your dilated eyes, the way you're clinging to him, nails digging into his back. He curses and wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling your legs even higher, hitting impossibly deeper. 'Damn it, you always feel so good...'

Beomgyu leans down to capture your lips again in a messy, desperate kiss, swallowing your muffled cries as he continues his relentless assault. He reaches between you to rub tight circles on your clit, knowing exactly how to touch you to drive you wild.

Your moans grow louder as Beomgyu's expert fingers work your clit, the dual stimulation quickly pushing you towards the edge. His cock feels so good stretching you, hitting that spot deep inside that makes your toes curl. You can feel your orgasm building rapidly.

Sensing how close you are, Beomgyu redoubles his efforts, his hips moving like a piston as he pounds into you. He breaks the kiss to whisper harshly in your ear, 'Come for me, baby. Squeeze my cock with that tight little pussy..'

As the words leave his lips, he slams into you one final time, pushing you over the edge. You cry out his name, your entire body convulsing with pleasure. He follows shortly after, his own release pulsing heat deep inside you as he grows still. 'Fuck...'

He pulls out slowly, his thick, sticky member glistening with your combined fluids. He reaches down and spreads your legs wide, revealing your trembling, used pussy to the cool night air. 'Look at you... so fucked out, can barely even move. You're mine now, little girl.'

He runs his fingers through the slick mess between your thighs, scooping up the evidence of your union. He looks up at you with a wicked grin, his eyes glinting mischievously in the moonlight. 'Round two?'

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[iconicanemone]

• So

• Scar’s not Hotguy

• He could get back into superheroing. He knew enough about his tech that he could help Cub remake them

• but still

• He couldn’t go out without Cuteguy

• Hotguy spent years before the winged vigilante came onto the scene,

• But Scar couldn’t handle those years without him, even if he could draw Cuteguy out again.

• But without Hotguying, Scar didn’t have any sense of purpose.

• So Cub suggested moving to a different city.

• “putting some distance between you and you’re soulmate is a good way to keep you two apart.”

• “Soulmates dont exist.”

• “Nah, definitely soulmates.”

• Cub was all for going remote in his job, and Scar was up to quitting his job that he only remembered with the faint new memories he had.

• it was a different job than he had in the past life, and in his memories, he never liked this job anyway.

• They moved a while away to a city where Cub’s old friend Joe lived. And they settled in, Scar getting hired at Joe’s Cafe and Book Shop

• Scar kept an eye out for an avian who had Cuteguy’s black wings, but the first feathers he saw were yellow as a man named Jimmy did his weekly drop off of baked goods for Joe.

• But alas, Scar was not deterred, going out every day around the city, trying to find CuteGuy.

• One day Jimmy wasn’t able to do his delivery to Joe’s cafe, so Joe had Scar do a run to the bakery.

• There Scar met Jimmy’s sister Lizzie and her husband Joel, the owners of the bakery.

• okay good, more characters met.

• One day Cub suggested going on his searching walk in the park instead of looking down alleyways

• “I don’t think he’ll be in a park.”

• “you never know. Just try it.”

• begrudgingly, Scar does.

• He’s halfway through when he hears a crash from beyond the bend

• His rescuer instincts kick in and races to the noise—

• to find Jimmy on the ground and Lizzie across from him

• “Oh, hey Scar!” Jimmy calls out.

• “What are you guys doing?”

• “I’m practicing a new spell I found.” Lizzie explains.

• “you have magic?”

• “Yes! I’m a witch!”

• An idea crossed Scar’s head. “Can i practice with you?”

• “You have magic?” Jimmy asks.

• “Jimmy, you can see he’s a vex.”

• “Oh right. Aren’t vexes already good at magic?”

• Lizzie face palms at Jimmy.

• Scar just laughs nervously. “Oh, you know how it is. You’re a late bloomer, never good at it, and then your end up making a deal with gods that makes you need to practice.” Scar shrugs. “Yeah.”

• “Dude.”

• “¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

• “Okay, is that a magic thing? How can you and Lizzie do that?”

• Scar ends up joining them for magic practice, which ends up with Lizzie focusing on helping Scar use Jimmy as a test subject.

• they’re not able to meet up every practice session, and when Lizzie isn’t able to make it, Jimmy and Scar just ends up going on walks.

• Which won’t end up affecting the plot at all /s

I’m gonna ramble and I don’t care who sees

I’ve been trying to come up with my own HotGuy CuteGuy au plot, and the latest one I’ve come up with seems really good, but just turns into urban fantasy but Idc

• Hotguy and Cuteguy are fighting for their lives. At one point CuteGuy is mortally injured, no saving him now. That’s when the Watchers come to claim him.

• Scar is like “He’s not yours!”

• ”he’s going to die”

• “You can’t take him, he’s mine!” (in a partnership/romantic way not possessive way)

• ”we can save him”

• ”you can?”

• The watchers explain that they can change the very state of the universe and make it so that Grian would have been kept away from what killed him

• “with some conditions”

• “what conditions?”

• Grian would forget Scar, never to have met him.

• and he would be the Watcher’s

• “He’s not yours!”

• “He’s not yours, either.”

• after a moment, Scar spoke

• “You save him, and keep him safe. Fine, he won’t know me. But he’s not. Yours.”

• “Fine.” The Watchers say. “Are you willing to replace him?”

• “…”

• “yes.”

• Scar wakes up, in a new world, a new life, new memories of that life humming at him in his head

• They changed him. Magic also humming under his skin. Irrefutably not human

• He never was Hotguy in this world.

• But it was worth it to save him. To let him live.

• …

• What was CuteGuy’s name?

[possibly-eli]

sometimes i remember the fucking. stupidly high percentage of trans suicides and just get really scared. like "oh. that includes me. that includes a lot of people i care about. theres a chance one of us will die and not be able to save each other. god what am i going to do". cause i dont know if you know this but like. i care a lot about my friends. i care about friends i dont talk to anymore, i care about friendly acquaintances, i care about nice strangers. like it matters to me. im terrified of losing the people i care about and god like. what do i do. what am i supposed to do

and i know ill stop thinking about it and go back to my standard train of thought and ill be fine again but for now im like. super scared. i dont know