#congrats to whoever made them lose

[blandlava]

i have no skin in the game but i will always root against the mavs

[bunnwich]

It's Supposed to Be Fun

(a letter to my friends in the twst fandom)

I've been wanting to make this post for a while and these thoughts may seem scattered but I’m gonna try to express them. 

Lately, I have seen many friends and moots that either are leaving the fandom or feel guilty over not having posted in a while or losing interest in twst. On the other side, I also have friends being harassed.

This a reminder to remember why you joined this community to begin with. I know that keeping up with the fast-moving pace of fandom and comparing ourselves to others, can skew our perspective on these things.

It’s supposed to be fun. 

Why do we post art or write? Sure, partly for recognition, there's no denying that. But, why do we create, I mean really? For enjoyment. Not for others, not to be “popular” FOR JOY.

So, whether you’re dealing with people critiquing you or feeling guilty about not creating. My question is this: Why waste so much of your time on something that makes you miserable?

Did it stop being fun? Why? Haters? Loss of interest?

To my friends who feel guilty for not creating and not sure if they lost interest in twst: 

Don’t feel guilty. At one time, the creation of your twst content was natural. It's what you did for fun with friends or for yourself. Revisit that mindset and think - if creating twst content now will bring that same joy it did before.

If the answer is no, then maybe it’s time to pivot. It’s okay for interests to fade. It doesn’t mean that time, memories, or the friends you made are lost. Connect with your friends, we will understand! We still love you! It's not a race there's no time limit, just pick up were you want to. Draw fanart of old events or OCs.

To my friends who have been harassed: 

I say this with sincerity…. People who harass others over fictional characters are fucking losers.

Like… There’s no other eloquent way to encapsulate it. I’m starting to not care for the reason anymore - If you harass or be shady to others over a ship or fictional character. CONGRATS! YOU ARE A LOSER.

We all join fandoms as a hobby, for fun. We’re all just kids in the sandbox playing pretend again… and if you are the type of person to go up just to “kick the doll out of someone’s hand" or make commentary on how “their way of playing is wrong." You’re a loser. I have a life outside of twst, we all do. Someone saying my ship is wrong or cringe is just so laughable to me. We have to make fun of these people more for being so goddamn lame.

Imagine being so unhappy that when you see someone having fun you HAVE to comment on it. By all means, if it gets you through the day...talk shit to close friends or even post about it on your own blog. (THAT WAS ALWAYS ALLOWED.) Don't bother creators directly. Don't be a loser. I sure see tolerance leave people’s bodies when they see a fandom opinion they don't like. (And this is coming from someone who has lots of opinions on these things! But that's why I always put the disclaimers that, hey this is just MY opinion.)

Discussion is one thing, unhelpful comments are another. We shouldn’t give these people the time of day. Curate your online space. Yes, when you post things online you are subjecting yourself to scrutiny. But, we as creators need to stop letting these people have power over us. Period. We do this for free!! FOR FUN. The best thing you can do is create shamelessly.

Delete weird replies, block whoever you need to do to rid yourself of these people who have nothing better to do. Keep your peace. It’s supposed to be for fun. You don’t owe anyone a response.

The twst fandom is like a little family to me and I guess I feel protective over the people in it?  I have made many friends and memories because I joined it. And even dispite a handful of the negative experiences (AKA: A couple of “losers" that I’ve had to deal with.) I’ll always look fondly back on this time.

The key for me has always been to just…create for myself. I originally made bunnwich for me and one friend to make fun little arts about our Yuu’s and now I get to have lots of friends to share it with! I’ve transitioned from an OC blog to probably more of an Oc x Canon blog…but I don’t care tbh. I just…draw what I feel like. I know there are people who probably dislike me for that or feel strange about my content and that’s fine. I’m still gonna keep drawing it, loser.  

And I just want you guys to do the same, twst or not.

I can’t forget that all my followers and friends are a bonus, if I had never joined tumblr I’d still be drawing the silly shit I draw in peace. And while yes, I do want to grow as an artist and sell more merch and keep growing... I can’t forget my initial excitement for this silly little game. I like to talk about it. I like to write about it. It inspires me.

It’s supposed to be fun. Please remember that. I know it can be discouraging to have others being shitty to you. Or going through a creative drought. But, try not to let this stop you from creating what you love.

[jumping-joey1104]

Alright, so! I've been here for a little while, but I've wanted to introduce a concept! (I'm not sure if someone did this already) This might be weird but I think I enjoy writing those myself! So, rules posts from reddit, but for the creepypastas? Like, rules to follow in order to survive in that house as a hostage/wanderer?? Please stop me if I'm being delusional because I've been stuck on this for days!

Oooooooh!!! I love thisss!!! You stay here as long as you want my guy

Survival in the Forest

Ok, to start things off the outskirts of the woods are relatively safe for outsiders. There's too high of a chance to be seen or heard by witnesses so you're usually safe in this zone unless someone grabs you up. This situation is usually rare, only proxies or other's like X-virus or Puppeteer in which they have more use for you being alive is needed.

However, going deeper into the woods is nearly a death sentence. Going further than a mile or so means you're a trespasser, someone that shouldn't be there. You're more likely to be killed on sight here, but depending on the person you might be able to survive.

Proxies (Masky, Hoodie, Kate, Toby, etc.): When you reach this point in the woods and they catch you they're more focused on scaring you away or just trying to get you out. While Toby and Kate are more physical with this scare tactic, usually using their weapons and might severely harm or even kill you. Masky and Hoodie are more of the staring you down and causing you to run in fear. Do not try to fight them or get to them, you will be killed as soon as you seem more defensive than scared.

Other killers (Jeff, EJ, etc.): People like Jeff, Eyeless Jack, and others that don't exactly follow a certain plan to kill are seen more in this area. Depending on who you see you might live. Demonic entities like Jack who are more human will also just scare you, unless you look like a decent meal. If any see you and are hungry? You won't get the chance to run or scream before you lose your vocal chords. More insane killers like Jeff or Nina would kill you on the spot as well

Planned Killers (X-Virus, Puppeteer, etc.): These people don't want you dead, surprisingly. They are more likely to keep you alive for longer but you will wish that someone else caught you. X-Virus would use you for experiments, most likely keeping you chained up in a basement drugged on multiple different concoctions. While Puppeteer or other's like Bloody Painter will also keep you alive for longer. Puppeteer would use your body for his strings, a long and torturous method. While Bloody Painter would probably have you all cut up for paint.

If you were to be picked up by these people and kept alive, you're best bet is to not fight back. Most are sadistic and won't give mercy such as Jeff, Nina, and X-Virus. But other's like Bloody Painter and EJ are more likely to listen to your pleas, however fighting back will end in death. They're killers not therapists.

If you manage to get deeper into the woods, congrats! You'll soon be picked up and taken to the home of whoever grabs you. More likely you'll be grabbed by Proxies, taken back to get info on how you made it this deep into the woods unharmed.

Basically survival depends on if you're good at fighting or being more of a ragdoll. Bear mace would work against some of the maskless or ones that feel pain, but it could anger others more. I'll make a little list on how to survive them individually in a separate post about their homes themselves. But I completely misread your ask and thought you said forest... So

[lilac-melody]

Hiii can I ask you something?

haha it's fine not to answer (don't wanna impose)

But I've been following you for a while and first, I wanna say you're amazing, you really helped me going through my last semester bc I got really obsesed with lipxlip, and most of the fics were written by you and I kinda read between 2 to 4 per day to lift my spirts which really helped me to just go and go (I just saw you everywhere and I loved it to the point of just going to your profile and started reading since the oldest fics to try to not lose any)

And I sometimes read in your profile that you're also strugling (sorry if I get some English words wrong, but I wanna be the most sincere with my words by not going to the translator now) and mann I got to really hate some of the clients at your place, people suck, but you're doing your best and that's something that should be acknologed (be noticed, be understanded, be recognized as a person and not as a simple servant to serve their needs, a person with interests and fears and you know... just going through the day just like they are, like god... it's free to be empathetic to others)

I saw one of your posts where you talk about someone requesting fics or something (sorry not remeber the exact situation) but I wanna say that it's beautyful your own ideas and alternative universes and wathever was written (or could have, I still think that even those words that didn't get to be written are beautiful bc you thought of them and I hope they made you happy and made have you have fun just as it makes me happy and excited to read whatever you share with us -> your readers)

I don't want you to feel obligated to write just bc someone requested that of you, it's an activity that makes you have fun (and I think it makes you feel a lot of other things but I'm not a writer, and I respect you for that, bc feeling what the characters feel and understanding is not an easy task to acomplish, especially bc I think you portray them really well)

And bc I don't want a misunderstanding, you're amazing for who you are (whoever you are) not just bc you made the days of a stranger in the internet by writing fabulous stories, but bc you're a great person and don't ever let anyone tell you the oposite.

And haha man (I use man as a in a neutral gender), I don't think I have enough words to express myself (in English or in my native tongue) but I hope some of it gets to you, even if it's only a little.

Andd... haha sorry if I exctended too much, bc I feel like my question is too short for all this words and I sure will feel aukward later (not good with feelings and expresing myself) but can I ask how did you get started/found with lipxlip? And also yuumori?

Again, sorry if this is a weird ask, not really sure how it works but I think they're usually shorter 😅? I guess I just needed an excuse to say you all this. Again I don't wanna impose, you don't have to answer, I just hope you're fine and healthy and continue to be

Saludos. 😄

Pss: Last stage was incredible, and your last fanfic of them was also great (you've made me take notice of the little things that I didn't pay attention to, like that they really had bruises at that first concert of the MV and gave me an answer at why they were crying at their special place and that I didn't even notice at first that was their special place at first, and made me realize by your fanfics how important and big of a deal it's to share your safe place, which later develops in the safe place of yours and also that person you shared it with)

OKAY . WOW . SO

Anon I just want to preface this by saying not a whole lot makes me teary- gut wrenching fics, shows, movies, etc...many of them don't do anything for me aside from get a laugh out of me, but this comment I had to reread twice to make sure I was reading it correctly. I was just gonna fuck around on the writing part of Tumblr for the lols and I was super caught off guard. So congrats to that, you definitely made me tear up from this. It's definitely one of the sweetest things someone's ever said to me. 🥹💜

Also, thank you so much for reading my fics! Some are just silly little ideas I jotted down for the lols, and other ideas rotted my brain. I'm definitely more proud of some rather than others, but I'm glad you enjoyed them all(?) nonetheless!

For me, writing is both a form of escapism and a fun hobby that I've had since I was a little kid~ you know, in elementary we had like 20 vocab words per week and we had to either write them down + their definitions and use them in a sentence, write them all down 5 times, or write a short story including 10 of those words. You can probably see which one I went with~ but anyway, yeah, writing is really fun for me.

If it ever gets too stressful or I end up hating it, I end up abandoning the work, yet usually I can't find it in me to delete it. Sometimes I end up hating the work (multichaps, usually) only after its done but then it grows in popularity so I just kinda go "well, fuck it and fuck me, I guess?" and keep it. Other times, I go "well, this ending could have been better..." and then think of other ways I could have written it...

As for how I got into lipxlip??? I saw the thumbnail for Yume Fanfare, clicked, and it altered the course of my life. I started learning Japanese solely because of lxl, my dude. After that, though, I watched their other videos and kinda floated around a bit, and then the movie got announced and bam. I was sucked into the world of Honeyworks and they still keep an iron clad grip on me to this day...

Yuumori is an uninspiring story, really...sometimes I get trailers for anime on yt and I just so happen to get a yuumori trailer. I waited until it began airing, watched it, waited for part 2, watched it, then left it...and recently, I was vibin with a friend online and we were exchanging anime ops, and I remembered yuumori's first op and I was like. Damn this shit slaps!!! And I rewatched the show...and then they had an iron clad grip on me. So...saw trailer, watched it as it aired, forgot about it, then came back to it solely because of the opening lmaooooo.

Anyway, I hope this answered everything..??? Again, though, thank you so much for your kind words~ it meant a lot !

[wolves-etc]

thoughts on The Last Of Us episode six, largely in the order I had them:

[thoughts on: 1.1 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5 | X | 1.7 | 1.8 | 1.9]

— "you made him soup?"

— I love this couple and I love this situation

— (yeah the wife mentioning ellie, and joel just looking faintly affronted about it, is a nice nod towards her not being scared and him not being very scary - so yeah, I love this situation)

— ellie: "must have missed all the street signs in the enormous fuckin' forest." old hermit guy who does not deserve this sass: "ho-ly!"

— "sheep. I would raise sheep. they're quiet. do what they're told."

— "get some sleep. dream of… sheep ranches on the moon."

— "you don't know how to whistle?" "does it SOUND like I know how to whistle?" honestly it sounded like if crows got cordyceps so keep at it, girl

— it was touch and go for a minute there but we have ANOTHER VERY GOOD DOG (who I choose to assume does not actually rip people up, because dogs get hurt that way and it's not kind to them, but it does make a good threat to keep strangers in line)

— "joel, say congrats." "…congrats." okay ellie's joel-handling is very funny

— absolutely lost it at the pop of the menstrual cup. good call, whoever left that & the instructions for her instead of attempting a Conversation.

— (I'm trying so hard not to be suspicious of these nice communists but this is normally the point in this kind of show where we slowly figure out there's a figurative child of omelas, y'know?)

— joel's conversation with tommy about being weak is wrenching my fucking heartstrings. especially the panic stuff. especially the freeze stuff. it's a crap situation for someone who prides himself on being capable! it's especially crap now he has something precious to protect again!

— oh joel.

— (I do wish he hadn't told tommy about ellie though. it's unfair to expect him to shoulder it by himself but that feels like it's gonna coem back to haunt them.)

— that was half of a good (or at least necessary) conversation joel had with ellie but unfortunately the other half was him being a damaged fool. and y'know, I get it. it's awful, but I get it.

he fails sarah again every night, he lives in this trauma, he is never not failing her, he defines himself by it because he can't escape it - and losing tess, almost dying himself, almost losing ellie, it could make absolute and total sense to him that ellie would, in fact, be safer with someone else. someone who hadn't already failed at keeping their daughter safe. I don't see this being solved easily.

— ...and I am very happy to be wrong as joel comes through in a pinch <3 <3

— "a deep breath in, slow breath out. you squeeze the trigger like you love it. gentle, steady, nice and slow." "you gonna shoot this thing or get it pregnant?"

— THEY'RE SASSING EACH OTHER AGAIN it must be christmas

— "yeah, we were cool. everybody loved contractors." has he finally learned he can bend the truth with certain things. GOOD FOR HIM.

— "well, you're singin' for me later. I'm gonna save the fuckin' world, man. it's the least you can do for me." <3

— (yes I would very much like to see him sing for her actually)

— are we not meant to be concerned about the infection spreading to other animals. the whole reason it's a problem is that it mutated hugely to infect humans. and we have loose monkeys, right here, and I'm not sure if that glimpse is meant to come back to haunt us or not.

— if crows DO get cordyceps they are very, very screwed.

[deergirlbleat]

(Domino here again. this is more concept than story but like...)

what about sisters who get bottom surgery on the same day. and they help each other out with the aftercare and dilation and all of that. none of it is sexual and they've never had any romantic or sexual experiences with each other before, they're just regular loving sisters.

the experience of caring for each other brings them closer together. they start sleeping in the same bed, taking baths together like when they were kids, talking about all their childhood memories together -- it was rough at times but they were always there for each other.

they get to talking about their respective sexual awakenings, and neither one is happy about their first times, feeling pressured by partners to have sex in ways they didn't like that much. one sister says she came to enjoy topping after awhile but always felt like she was being made to be "the man" in relationships and that's why she hasn't dated in awhile, but she's glad she gets to have a new first time now, "revirginized."

they both agree that whoever they lose their new virginities to, they want it to be special. it has to be someone who loves them for who they are, sees them for who they are. someone they share an intimate bond with, someone they trust completely, someone who when they look back on it they can feel good about it... they look in each other's eyes and realize now.

who better than each other? and they know they find each other sexy, they've been hyping each other up and complimenting each other's bodies this whole time. both sisters start to cry, but they're tears of joy as they hug each other for a long time, knowing they're soulmates.

after all, no one will ever know you better than your sister, no one will love you unconditionally like your sister. it seems ridiculous now to both of them that they ever dated anyone else.

it never even occurs to them "what will our family think, what will other people think," etc., because nothing else matters except their unbreakable bond as sisters in love.

even if the question of a judgemental society had occurred to them, they wouldn't care -- as trans women and as trans women who aren't straight, they're already familiar with that hate. they already know that when the world judges them it's the world that is wrong.

because how can being true to yourself and to your heart be wrong? how can love be wrong?

(okay that kind of turned into a story anyway and it's not especially sexy buuut I think playing in taboo themes is sexy already tbh like. this got me hot so maybe it gets you hot too. also! idk when you'll see this but good luck on the orchi today and/or congrats on no balls!)

this is really really good and beautiful..... thank you:)

[3d10fire-damage]

Colors That Run Highlights 43

spoiler alert we still did not make it back to guild city

After a round of Maria-mandated baths, the party reconvened for some conversation. Kattie revealed that she had been offered a deal by Captain Frosta via letter-- he would give the information he knows about the ship with black sails in exchange for the party’s choice of goods. These choices included gold, supplies, and monster parts. Knowing they’d be receiving a Big pay check once Eve had set up all the teleportation circles, the group seemed prepared to pay Frosta for his info (even if Calypso argued he already owed Slim because they hooked up).

Slim made some comment about having spent the good will they had in Guild City, and Calypso corrected him-- their good will had been taken from them, not spent. He also mentioned that, per a recent letter, he had perhaps used up his good will with the Rangers, as a result of his detainment at New Port.

Slim brought out a veritable banquet of desserts, upon which the party (and Eve) happily indulged. He then sat down and told everyone that he was... pregnant. Apparently from Toark, the minotaur barkeep in Smoth. The group was quite surprised, especially Valor who was practically catatonic (unresponsive to a cookie crumb being thrown at her and Egg’s little hands on her face, but responsive to Kattie’s Sending spell... right across the room).

For the time being, things won’t change much, though the party will probably be a bit more protective of Slim moving forward. The future is (perhaps) undecided. At any rate, congrats were given. Calypso wondered at the probability that pregnancy even happened, given that Slim is well over 50. “You’re tellin’ me, sister.”

Valor mentioned that her letter from Luna suggested she could also offer information on the black sailed-ship, though she warned against trying for any revenge. Luna would be in Gilsa soon, so perhaps a meeting would be in order.

Also for some reason Calypso threw a cookie crumb at Eve and missed her completely, and then Maria made Calypso pick it back up. Stern Mom Mode wins once again

The next morning, the rooster’s crowing signaled the beginning of a new day. Fea departed from her Calypso’s shared room (via the window, for some reason) which prompted Calypso to complain about being abandoned until she also departed (via the window). Outside, they found Valor vibing with Sven, who now resembled a copper dragon, matching with Valor’s new armor. Valor tried to gaslight them into believing that Sven has always been copper, but Calypso saw through the deception.

Once Fea came in, she headed into the kitchen to help with the dishes, since she doesn’t eat breakfast, or anything else. Slim pointed out the importance of the socialization aspect, and Calypso asked if Fea just doesn’t like her anymore. Fea answered her by gently nudging into her neck with her mask, before proceeding to the dishes.

Earl left the party that morning to meet up with the Rangers’ Cavalry to see if they had any leads on Daniel. On the way to New Fuero, Calypso sat down with Slim and told him that Fea seems to think that most of the party doesn’t trust her, and that she needs to regain their trust somehow. Neither of them had any real ideas on how to make her feel more welcome; Calypso just knew that she wasn’t smart enough to figure it out on her own. Slim would be thinking on it and would talk to Fea at some point.

Once in New Fuero, the party was led by an friendly old guy to the one that had called for the Heroes’ Guild’s help, a cool lady named Tanya. She showed the group one of the warehouses in the north end of town that had been broken into-- violently and clawfully, as it appeared-- and that the city had been losing a lot of their fish supply lately to whoever or whatever was breaking in. A couple of guards had also gone missing in one of these recent break-ins, so the party was tasked with stopping the cause of these things. Calypso offered some perspective on how to lure in a criminal, per her experiences with the Black Smoke, which Tanya hesitantly nodded along with before more concrete planning was done.

A plan was hatched to ambush the culprit. The group would stakeout the warehouse, waiting on the inside, hidden among the stacked boxes. Sven would be on the lookout outside, and then stand at the door to keep the culprit from escaping once they were in. On the inside, Valor would throw a net over the intruder, with the rest of the party as backup.

It was also planned, per Fea’s uneasiness with inevitable bloodshed and Calypso’s support of her, that the group would take care of this mission without killing the culprit, if possible. (Additionally, there was originally going to be two of these encounters, one here in the north and one in the south, but there was some consolidation to save time.)

The party got into position and waited. And waited. And waited some more. For hours, nothing happened.

Finally, there was commotion at the door. There was this horrible creepy breathing and screeching going on, and a grotesque and very mouthy creature came in through the locked gate. It barreled toward the back of the warehouse and tore into a crate full of fish and began shoveling the fish into its wide mouth. Thanks to Valor’s Pass Without Trace, the creature didn’t detect anyone in the warehouse. That, or it just didn’t care about anything besides the fish.

Valor deftly trapped the creature with the net... but then two more of the creatures entered the warehouse (though, one of them remained out of sight, fighting Sven at the door). Calypso moved from her hiding spot to Bless three party members in range and took a defensive stance. Kattie conjured some Dancing Lights to better illuminate the room, and Slim lassoed the second creature.

Ultimately what the combat became was a series of grapple attempts and escapes. Fea did pretty well at this, wrestling one of the creatures down to the floor and pinning it, telling it to “stop that” Velma-style. Calypso, being a Dex-built monk, didn’t have the best Athletics score to do that well at holding down the creatures. What helped the efforts though was the others’ attempts at intimidating the creatures-- Valor used her Necrotic Shroud (and deep voice-changer voice) to scare one off of Sven (it was trying to eat him) and Slim busted out his Stern Dad Voice and told another one off in Spanish, brandishing his boot. Kattie did some cool intimidating posing with her axe as well.

Slim also busted out his pistol armed with basilisk-venom soaked bullets to try and petrify the creatures, but they kept making their saves against the effect. So it fell to scrounging around for rope in the warehouse to tie up these creatures, which ultimately worked out. And now, with three six monsters in tow, the group had something to hand over to Frosta in exchange for pirate intel! Kattie hit him up with several Sendings and they struck a deal.

For easier transport, Slim purchased some basilisk blood to turn the creatures to stone, to be carried on a cart. A bunch of rope and a couple of Revivify diamonds were also purchased, after some money pooling.

In the morning, the group teleported to Gilsa, where they’d meet up with Frosta within the week. Valor spotted Luna’s ship from afar and happily skipped off to hang out with the captain. (Calypso advised her to simply flash Luna her tits and she’d tell her anything, and lo and behold, it worked!)

Beyond that, the group had a bit of downtime while waiting for Frosta to dock (which Slim ensured would happily safely by speaking with Thikk). Slim and Egg went on many fishing adventures, as usual. Eve and Kattie were gay together, as usual. Calypso and Fea were gay together, as usual (perhaps even more than usual 👀). Gilsa is for lovers

From Luna and Frosta, the group had acquired some information about the red ship with black sails. The ship is allegedly called Death’s Beacon, headed by Captain Chandler, a human woman who had killed the previous captain. She sails the ocean surrounding Calamity, plundering other ships, and it’s rumored she has a treasure hoard somewhere on Calamity’s coast. Chandler is rumored to have some sort of control over an ocean beast (a kraken?) as well as monsters onboard the ship at her disposal.

Chandler has origins from the fire sector of Harmonce and the wood of the ship was poached from the Feywilds. And apparently the previous captain of the Sabre, before Luna, had boarded the Death’s Beacon and never returned. Sooooo.... probably a bad idea to seek vengeance 😬 at least for now.

and finally, some erasure of history.

[skullboneandunown]

Flannery’s first League win

Well, this was really happening, wasn’t it? Granted, she knew it was a matter if time, even Donovan told her that it was only a matter of time before she had to challenge the Pokemon League. After traveling around the entire Paldea region, the incident in Area Zero, and defeating the remaining Gyms...It made her heart beat like it hasn’t in years. She shares a loom with her lover, who gives her a smile and a thumbs up as she’s lead into the chamber to challenge the first of the Elite Four.

Rika was tough. A ground type specialist against a fire type specialist? Throughout the battle she had many closes calls, with her ace Torkoal barely managing to gain an edge over Rika’s Clodsquire and defeating it made Flannery’s heart skip a beat. Congratulating Flannery, Rika lets her heal her team before introducing the next hurdle on her climb to the top....

....Poppy? She’s taken aback that a literal child has a spot on the Pokemon League, but she prepares for battle nonetheless....Why is she so tough?! She’s a Steel Type specialist but she was dishing out a lot of powerful hits.. But after her Skeliurdge knocked out her Tinkaton, Poppy hops around Flannery cheerfully, congratulating her on her victory. Healing her Team once more, she steels herself for whoever is next....

Larry! She greets the Flying Type specialist warmly, the man haven taking a liking to Donovan during their Gym Challenges. Their battle was short but tough, and Larry, sighs happy to have more time for his break. He congratulates her on a battle well fought, and urges her to heal her team, because the last of the Elite Four was obviously the toughest out of them all....

Hassel. She’s surprised that a school teacher was one of the Elite Four, and even more so that he’s a Dragon Type specialist.....And he certainly battles like one. All of her team puts up a massive fight, and her Ceruledge cuts down Hassel’s Baxcalibur whilst only having a sliver of health left, and she gently thanks her Pokemon, returning her to her pokeball. Hassel gives her a hearty congrats, smiling and hopes that his students at the Academy will become like her one day in the future, and the compliment makes her blush and rub her neck...But, as they all know...once you beat the Elite Four, you need to defeat...

The Campion, Geeta. 

....Flannery is still a bit put off about her, seeing as she hasn’t done anything about Area Zero, but she steps outside onto the balcony where the Champion of Paldea awaits.Taking a deep, deep breath and unhooks a pokeball from her belt.. Most of her team wasn’t that difficult to beat, losing only three of her own team whilst doing so, with her Ceruledge ko’ing Geeta’s Kingambit and Avalugg, only to lose to her Glimmora. Her Torkoal manages to ko it with a combo of Earth Power and Heavy Slam, securing Flannery a win, and her very first Pokemon League victory!

Taking a moment to process what happened, Geeta walks up to her with a smile, and welcomes her to the rank of Champion, liker her and Donovan before her. Once things are said and done, she and Donovan celebrate her new status with a very extravagant dinner and a victory lap around Paldea. Knowing their time in the region was now at an end, the two take a boat back to Hoenn and plan out their next big adventure....

Planning for their wedding..

[pterodactylterrace]

Yes, he refers to them as “our” sons. Congrats, you caught me! Oh woe is me! How will I ever recover from this faux pas? With simple facts, logic, and understanding of what I’m watching.

Ever think maybe he could have a change of heart after losing his sister and feeling completely powerless about it? Nope? Not gonna consider the very obviously poor mental state he was in? Don’t care that Qarl had to drag him out of the ocean where he was basically sitting catatonic? Didn’t think maybe he wanted to feel some semblance of control after it has been denied to him multiple times? Can’t fight in the Stepstones. Can’t stay at the red keep. Can’t tell the truth about the kids his wife popped out. Can’t be openly gay. His beloved sister just died and he felt powerless because of it. He says so himself, but I’m guessing you want to ignore that line as it doesn’t fit your narrative. Certainly he wouldn’t want to feel some sense of control in his life after having none over several big issues. Nah, the obvious answer is that he was happy to be humiliated!

Your argument would hold a lot more weight if Rhaenyra didn’t cut him loose directly after this, just by the way. He was willing to do something that made him unhappy because he was depressed and feeling like a failure. She decided she wanted to fuck Daemon instead, so Laenor had to go. He was expendable to her. That’s straight cold.

“He’s OUR son, is he not?” “You’re forcing me to pretend they are mine, at least let me name one” Subtext. Not hard to understand nor interpret.

It’s not found family when your wife fucks her bodyguard and forces you to pretend they are yours. That’s a nightmare.

Who gave Rhaenyra permission to dine as she pleases? Oh, Laenor! Who agreed to let him do the same? Oh, Rhaenyra! Who also lobs homophobic comments at him? Also Rhaenyra.

Clearly she doesn’t hate the gods for making him as they did. First off, she isn’t religious. Second, if he was straight, she couldn’t fuck whoever she wanted to. Don’t confuse her selfishness with compassion. She made 3 homophobic comments in one scene. Telling him she isn’t mad that he is gay ONCE doesn’t make her less homophobic.

Who else knows about their open marriage? Harwin and Qarl. To the rest of the realm, he is being cheated on. He has the reputation of being a cuckold, because of Rhaenyra. That probably made the rumors of his homosexuality even louder. Something incredibly frowned upon in Laenor’s religion.

Rhaenyra isn’t a “friend”. Friends don’t make homophobic comments to you and then force you to leave everything behind or die because they have no further use for you.

Is it an affair or not? Is it only cheating when Laenor does it now? You are contradicting yourself here. Pick a narrative and stick with it.

Heirs? They are not his blood. They are bastards. They have no legitimate claim. He did not gain heirs. He gained a wife guilty of treason.

Now to wrap this up: Jace was born the same year Rhaenyra married Laenor. The means they tried for a MAXIMUM of 3 months before Harwin knocked her up. This was just after his boyfriend was murdered in front of him. It’s going to take more than 3 months for him to feel up to trying a new sexual experience.

Also? It is entirely possible for gay men to have sex with a woman, and even finish! I know. My older brother thought he got the girl he was experimenting with pregnant. He met the man that would become his husband a few months later. Never looked back. It’s entirely possible, given the chance for a gay man to procreate. Laenor was not given a chance. This could very well have been something he wanted (legitimate heirs) but was denied the chance because she decided to sleep with Harwin instead. Most couples aren’t considered to have fertility issues until they have tried for more than a year to get pregnant. Laenor was not given a chance.

Edit: sorry, I missed the homework assignment! So in that scene I see a deeply depressed man saying he wants to do better because he feels like a failure. Wonder why he feels like a failure. Surely not because of the way we have seen Rhaenyra treat him. I also see a woman dismissing him as he is trying to recommit himself.

That’s not platonic love. This is Laenor at his fucking breaking point and Rhaenyra casting him aside for Daemon. I feel gross having to explain that to you. This isn’t what platonic love looks like.

Laenor does not accept the Strong boys as his trueborn sons.

He admits it HIMSELF, but apparently everyone missed it.

Season 1. Episode 6.

Rhaenyra: “Dark rumors are hunting us Laenor. They nip at our heels. Questions about our son’s parentage. Vile, disgusting insinuations.”

Laenor: *scoffs* “Insinuates, are they?”

Rhaenyra: “They are our sons!”

Rhaenyra goes on about how their son’s “true father” won’t abandon them now. Laenor insists that he has played his part for the last ten years.

That sounds a lot more like Rhaenyra forcing him to play happy family in public and not him ‘accepting them as his own’. He admits he doesn’t think of them as his when he laughs at the idea that people are only insinuating they aren’t his. Even he knows how laughable the situation is. Rhaenyra then uses her station to prevent him from going to war and to stay by her side.

Y’all are aware that Rhaenyra is actually pretty abusive to Laenor, right? She isn’t above making snide homophobic remarks at him when he isn’t on her good side.

“Guzzling all the ale in flea bottom along with gods know what else” insinuates fellatio

“Wagging your sword around and winking at sailors” that’s just straight homophobic, imo. Double entendre for penis handling, and mocking him for flirting with men.

Forces him to play happy family.

Refuses to allow him to go fight like the knight he is.

That was all from a single scene, mind you! To add on, she expects him to be grateful because he has a lavish lifestyle.

Thing is… the Velaryons were one of the richest houses in the seven kingdoms. He already HAD all those things to begin with. So really, what does he even gain from this relationship? Seems like he gains ridicule from everyone that knows he is a cuckold and free berating from his wife over something he can’t even control.

Seriously, the more I watch this show, the worse I feel for Laena and Laenor. Both trapped in loveless marriages to a Targaryen that cheats on them. Oof.

(There is a deleted scene of Daemon flirting with a man while in Pentos. He was unfaithful to Laena, they chose not to show it. Hopefully because they realized what a bad look it was for two POC to be cheated on by light skinned blondes known for being obsessed with blood purity)

[muses-of-the-mind]

Hi ! I absolutely love your writing and saw you had requests open!

Could I request a hero who was beloved by the city who was also super naive and trusting . Only to be betrayed by the agency and given to Supervillain as a bargaining chip? Maybe hero gets brainwashed by Supervillain into to thinking only they ever cared for Hero and kept Hero locked up for their own good

The Comfort In Your Lies

Hero’s hands shook as they gripped the paper tighter, willing it to ground them to reality. Doubt had planted itself in their mind after the first few of the Agency’s failed “attempts” at rescuing them but they would have never, not in a million years, expected this.

The document swam in their vision as they tried to place the words together; it looked like an agreement of sorts. Their’s, Supervillain’s and Superhero’s names glared out at them from the sea of blurriness.

Hereby offer……peace treaty…no attack on citizens…

Hero gasped, nausea hitting them as they read through the text and spotted their name. They gripped the table to anchor themselves, barely hearing the creak of the door over their heartbeat thrumming in their ears.

“No, don’t set them for tomorrow, I specifically mentioned it was—“

The intruder’s eyes flicked to Hero crouched over the table and they stopped dead in their tracks. Supervillain mumbled something into their phone and cut the call, striding towards Hero with the practiced smile on their face.

They moved to put a hand on Hero’s shoulders but paused when they caught sight of the crumpled papers in their hands. Understanding, along with a brief panic, entered the villain’s eyes and they dropped their arm. They quickly covered it up with a look of pity, attention now focused on the hero.

“I see you’ve found the…contract. Admittedly, I didn’t do much of a good job hiding it.”

Hero continued to stay silent, though Supervillain caught note of the slight shaking of their shoulders. They spoke after a few minutes, not much and so quietly that Supervillain almost missed it.

“Why?”

Their body turned slightly towards Supervillain, just enough so that they could see the glistening in the other’s eyes.

“Did I do something wrong? Was I not good enough for them?”

Supervillain cut them off, turning Hero to face them completely. It was no surprise that they didn’t meet a single one of their gazes. “Of course you were. They just don’t know how to treat true potential when they see it.”

When the crime stopper continued staying silent, Supervillain sighed, running a hand down their arm. Goosebumps emerged on their bare skin and Hero couldn’t suppress their shiver.

From the few weeks Hero had been forced to stay at Supervillain’s lair, they came to learn that the criminal wasn’t like what they expected at all. When they were (allegedly) kidnapped, Hero had expected a cell with termites crawling through and rust peeking at the intruder in it’s home. They had expected starvation and the cruel types of torture they had so popularly heard tales about. Instead, they got a criminal who liked to sing off-key and a warm smile from them whenever they passed through the corridors. They almost seemed like a normal, regular civilian who Hero couldn’t resist seeking interest in.

Hero had thought it strange at first and they noted it to inform the agency, but now the reason was obvious, written in ink and sitting in their hands.

“Let me tell you a secret, little one.”

Hero’s watery eyes snapped up to meet the villain’s green ones. And perphaps they should have felt remorse or some kind of empathy for the doe eyed do-gooder, perhaps they should have stopped the cruel ploy right then and there but Supervillain couldn’t help themselves.

“There is no place in this world for people like us.”

“People like u-us?”

Supervillain nodded, “People who are taken advantage of and misunderstood. The cowards of the world prey on us because they know the truth of our power, they know we can’t be allowed at our full potential. They know that once we are, it will be impossible for them to stop us.”

Their still hand drew slow circles on Hero’s arm, “But you have nothing to worry about. You stay here with me and no one, not even Superhero, will dare to take advantage of you.”

They ran a hand through their hair, sobering up a bit, “Though, I will admit it was wrong of me to hide this from you. You deserved to know about it. But Hero,” Supervillain’s eyes set aflame with intensity, burning into the other’s face, “You have to know I only did it to protect you. I value and I care about you more than anything and I couldn’t just stand by and watch while that wretched Agency worked you to the bone. So when they offered me a chance to maybe help you, in whatever little way it may be, I couldn’t— I couldn’t resist.”

They sighed, looking as though they were in knots, pretending like the lies weren’t dripping from their tongue like honey.

Hero knew they shouldn’t trust Supervillain. That was the number one basic rule they were taught at the Agency: don’t trust villains. But oh god if their words didn’t feel like a warm blanket, drowning them in comfort though made of deception.

Hero had never been appreciated by the Agency before, not in words and certainly not in actions. They had learnt to make themselves content with the scraps they were given and the simple, probably empty, words from Supervillain felt like more of a treasure than the Agency ever felt.

The tears finally spilled over and they clung to Supervillain as sobs shook them over. They criminal held them tight, carding a hand through the other’s hair, “It’ll be okay. I have faith you’ll soon be on the right path.”

And, Supervillain’s lips curled in a small smile, the hero unaware of it’s existence, they knew exactly what the hero’s true, right path entailed.

[whumping-seven-days-a-week]

Highway to Hell

(this is my new series and I’d love it if anyone could provide feedback)

@whumpcereal @darkthingshappen @oddsconvert @painsandconfusion @lonewhumper @shywhumpauthor @some-messed-up-writing-for-you (if you’re on this list then congrats, you’re my fave writers! Also I will not tag you again after this)

I will not lie this was a bit rushed but I felt so desperate to post something.

Part One

Tears cascaded down Kelsey’s cheeks as she let the door shut behind her. One more year she was constantly reminded. One more year. When other people tell her that, they seem to neglect the fact that a year is a long time.

She brushed the tears from her face and ran to the bathroom to examine her mascara streaks. Staring in the mirror has a funny effect on time. You feel like you were there for a couple of seconds when in reality you’ve been there for hours, thinking about your face. Your body. How bad it looks. How Jennifer from school has a flatter stomach than you. How Lana has a smaller nose. Endlessly wondering how you could be better.

Glancing at her watch she noticed it was only 11:45 and yet she was already home from school. Luckily her parents were at work until late today.

Choosing PE as an a-level was a bad idea. And not just because of the shitty nature of the subject itself. At her previous school, there had been separate changing rooms for each person, but here, they all got changed in one room. This wouldn’t have been a problem… except for her scars.

Thousands of marks littered across her back, and chest. Different methods for each one, some newer than the rest. If she was in a joking mood she might have called herself mixed media paper. Normally it’s only her that laughs.

Laughing is like a coping mechanism. Inside she might feel like shit but no worries, let’s make the conversation more awkward by joking about her trauma. It’s one of the reasons her therapist isn’t done with her.

She isn’t normally so sensitive when people notice her scars. But this time was different. They stared. They pointed. They whispered. Some of them even giggled. I mean what sort of person does that? Almost immediately she threw her shirt back on and dashed out of the room.

There were a bunch of burns too. The letter ‘c’ recurring almost everywhere. Cassian liked to do that. Mark her as his.

She scrubbed the mascara from her cheeks and made sure she was looking presentable. She didn’t know why, there was no way she was going back to school now. Not after the scene she just caused.

After unlocking the bathroom door and stepping out into the hallway, she headed to the kitchen to make herself some lunch. Most days she skipped lunch, but she didn’t have much else to do.

She pulled a knife from the block and started chopping the tomatoes. They looked a little old but she didn’t care. Just for a second, she could have felt certain she heard the upstairs floorboard creak. But who would be home? Not her dad- he’s in Spain for work and her mum was at some big work meeting.

‘Hey, Alexa! Play Kelsey’s mix’ she yelled to the device across the room. It was stress-relieving to yell. To shout. To scream. That one she worked out herself- no therapists required.

She hummed along to the tune and headed over to the trash can to peel the carrots. The only way she could ever cease the voices in her head was with music. She always managed to lose herself in it.

But then she heard a creak again. And this time it was louder. Closer.

Her head whipped around trying to find the source but there was no one there.

‘Mom!?’ she yelled apprehensively. Her anxiety was starting the build and her heart rate quickened, ‘are you there?’ Her voice was quieter that time. So quiet it was almost a whisper.

She placed the carrot on the counter and grabbed her knife from earlier. Whoever was there was not meant to be there.

‘I said, is anybody there.’ Kelsey tried to sound threatening but the fear in her voice was evident.

The police. She needed to call the police. Her eyes flicked to the counter but her phone wasn’t there. Shit. She left it in the bathroom.

Slowly, she made her way to the bathroom, almost tripping over a shoe. She locked the door behind her and grabbed her phone from the sink.

She began to dial the numbers. 9. 1. Then she looked up. Biggest mistake of her life.

‘Hey there baby doll, missed me?’ Cassian. Fuck. Fuck! His voice was cruel, laced with fake sweetness. In the mirror she could see him lurking in the far corner, pointing his gun at her.

She dropped her phone from fear, and as he walked towards her, stayed frozen. His eyes were a piercing blue, so bright you could see them from a mile away. They just made him more intimidating.

Kelsey stared. She stared for a while as he brought his hand to hold her face and as she shuddered under his grasp. Her mind desperately grasped for a way out. ‘I-I’ she stuttered, ‘I, Cassian, p-please, just-just leave me alone.’ Fear was choking her.

‘Listen here,’ he said, ‘you be a good girl and come with me and it won’t be as bad when we get home. How does that sound?’ Home. But not her home.

It took all of her strength to not follow him, lean into his gentle touches. Instead, she ran. Only a couple of steps to the door where she grabbed the doorknob. It didn’t open. It was locked.

Those couple of seconds trying to unlock the door cost her. Cassian was onto her in an instant, grabbing her and wrestling her to the floor. Sure, Kelsey threw some punches, but she was only small. 5,3 to be exact whilst Cassian was definitely at least 6 feet.

She was surprised her heart didn’t come crashing out of her chest at the ferocity of its pounding. Her eyes were streaming again.

He straddled her waist a began to look through his bag whilst Kelsey threw some weak punches. It was pathetic. But she’d rather be pathetic than give up.

When she tried to scream, it was as if her voice didn’t work. It was trapped in her throat as Cassian pulled a syringe.

‘I’d stay still if I were you.’ he laughed so casually. It was fucking demonic.

He held her head with one hand and injected the yellow liquid with the other.

It took effect almost immediately. The world began to spin and all of her remaining strength felt drained. She just about managed to slur a few words before rolling over onto her front, when the drug took control. The last thing she heard was her music.

Highway to Hell by AC/DC. Ironic.

[natewriteslol]

The Wonders of Magic Pt. 1

Non magical!Twisted Boys x Witch!Reader

A/N: This has been sitting in my brain for a while since I have Little Witch Academia brainrot and I love snooty rich boys asdfljsfaj

Characters: Keep reading to find out!!

Warnings: Language and Y/N goes by she/her pronouns 

Summary: Dealing with magical adventures and society deeming magic as “flashy but worthless” doesn’t deter Y/N L/N from reaching her goal of becoming a powerful witch. However, what will she do when she has to find a way to stop the selling Calypso Academy? 

~~~

All your life you had dreamed of being a witch, however there was a slight problem. You weren't a magic user.

And as magic use had started to become more oppressed and scarce, magic schools were starting to open their doors to all walks of life. Making the most elite schools fall to their knees.

Either you lose your elite status or fall into debt.

So this was good opportunity for you, you managed to make it into one of the most renowned magic schools in the country, Calypso Academy. But it wasn't all peaches and cream, you weren't exactly accepted among your peers. Your family weren't magic users, nor were they wealthy. Yet you still pursued magic, there was a fire burning in your heart that just drew you in all your life. And you couldn't let your dream go just because of some mean girls. But this is the story of how you met some of your greatest obstacles.

 ~~~

It was the night of the great Ball, Calypso academy was having it's 350th anniversary. And you unlucky for you, you still didn’t know how to ride a broom since you were learning from the ground up. 

So there you were, by yourself, in one of the open fields of your campus. Trying to make this broom fly. 

And in your flight teacher Ms. Flint’s words, “If the broom doesn’t leave the ground, you can’t step a foot in the ball.” And so far, your feet have been stuck on the ground.

You felt horrible. I mean, what witch doesn’t know how to fly a broom? And while you were incredibly dejected

 from your failures, you knew you couldn’t just let it go. 

‘The trick it to be determined, yet feel as light as a feather. Be one with the broom’ your manifestation teacher, Mrs. Fairi had softly advised. You had to do this for for her, she already put so much faith in you, she would be so disappointed if she didn’t see you at the ball. 

“Nubes Volant ro!” You casted, pushing your leg to lift. Expecting your legs to come back down and for your shoes to hit the softness of the grass... but it never came.

You opened your eyes and there you were, suspended in air. 

Your excitement was indescribable, but you needed to be skilled enough to meet the requirements for Ms. Flint. So you tried and tried again, and while a little shaky you still managed to fly and do a stable landing! 

“I did it! Screw everyone in this academy who doubted me!” You  squealed a little loud, doing a little dance. You heard  footsteps and chuckling, but you brushed it off as some of your classmates. Too excited to care, you grabbed your things and ran off to show Ms. Flint.   But there was one problem, the entire point of this celebration was to both celebrate the anniversary but... it was begging as well. It was no secret that Calypso was losing money to pay taxes, but they were being pressured to give it all up. So to persuade the buyers, they had invited their son's to be enriched in witch culture and tradition. To prove them wrong and show that magic has value. However the students of the academy weren't aware of the true intentions behind the invites of the son's of these rich men. Many whispered in the halls about the upcoming ceremony. Talking about how handsome the young men attending were. But the day of the party was finally here! The banquet was absolutely incredible with 25 foot tables of food on both sides of the ballroom. Crystal chandeliers with floating candles illuminating and creating a heavenly golden light. And the great ancient tapestries that surrounded the room. There was no way that anything could mess up your night. 

But then, you heard a shout from a classmate in the crowd. "The nobles sons! They're here!" You stopped stuffing your face for a moment. Everyone cleared the way for the grand wooden doors as they opened, a red carpet elegantly draping the piece of floor it laid on. Designer shoes clicked as they touched the ground. Every girl eyes followed as they walked, you snuck past some trying to get a glimpse of their features. They were five of them being escorted by one older gentleman, all incredibly handsome young men. One had a bright smile that was genuine and waving at some of the girls in the crowd. While the other had a smirk not paying anyone any mind, as if he was calculating something. One held a solemn expression, yet was incredibly poised and graceful. The last two however wore scowls, one that showed he most definitely didn’t want to be here while the other just looked strict. 

They sat down in their seats in the front table that awaited them. Each seat was just as fancy as a king’s throne, with gold embellishments and velvet seats. 

It was a cookie cut scene, they were made for this life of luxury.

~~~

It was an hour into the ceremony, showcasing tricks and theatrical dances from every witch culture from around the globe. But it was almost as though nothing was satisfying them, besides the one with white hair. While he adorned a smile, there was something behind his eyes, as though he was doing some critical thinking. 

Nothing was enough for them. 

But it was toward the end and the noble’s sons were promised a tour. Every witch in the school was made to study up on knowledge of the campus. So that if you were the “lucky winner” you wouldn’t look like a complete fool. 

As you snacked on your chocolate filled croissant, Ms. Flint with her booming voice had called everyone’s attention to the center of the stage. Raising her wand, a split of golden light had displayed random names. 

Knowing your luck, you knew you wouldn’t be picked. I mean this was probably a tactic to get people to study the school’s magical history. It did work, as if there was a slight chance you were chosen you wouldn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of people like you usually did. But, Principal Hendrix wouldn’t be so irresponsible as to let a random student represent the school, right? 

Exactly. But even then, you sure did feel sorry for whoever was to give the tour-

“Y/N L/N!”

...

Remember what you said about shitty luck? 

Shocked was an understatement. Even though you had your two best and only friends Silva and Miete patting you on the back telling you congrats and to do your best, the hammering of your heart was too heavy for you to handle. 

Whispers broke out for a moment, a lot of girls were incredibly disappointed but cleared the way for you to go up the stairs and talk to Ms. Flint and Principal Hendrix. 

“Good job, Y/N. Now if you wouldn’t mind, please give these young men a tour of Calypso, would you?” Principle Hendrix said gently with a smile.

“Ha, ha, of course! But surely there’s been a mistake, I mean Lydia could probably recite the information without having to read a single book-” 

“No way, L/N. You were chosen, now do the tour please, the latest you can be back is at 9pm,” Ms. Flint replied, cutting you off sharply. 

“You’re an incredibly charismatic student, Y/N. Just keep them entertained,” Principle Hendrix whispered as you walked toward the table.

Be charismatic, not awkward! Got it!

“Alrighty then! Who’s ready for a tour?” you said, almost giving finger guns as a mechanism. 

“Oh, I am!” 

“Yes,  I’ve been wanting to see the range of this property in person.”

“Yes, I would like to get this over with. I have an appointment tomorrow and I would not like to miss it.”

Other than that, all you received was a nod and an eye roll. But it’s better not to pry and ask for more from them. 

Each getting out of their seats, you walked outside. Hearing cheers from the crowd and the occasional “Vil! I love you!” which made you a little embarrassed. 

Feeling the night breeze and seeing the stars poke through calmed you down slightly, it was 7:45 and all you had to do was blabber at them about the school until 9. 

Easy task, Y/N. Easy!

~~~

Once you got outside, the tour had been running smoothly for only a couple of minutes. But you couldn’t help but feel as though they started scanning you, as if they saw you from somewhere. Until unfortunately, the sunshine of the group’s lightbulb had went off. 

“Oh! You’re the girl with the broomstick towards the front of the school! You looked so happy practicing.” 

“There must be a mistake-”

“Are you sure? If so then I guess you have a doppelganger” the boy with glasses teased. 

“Didn’t you say, ‘Screw everyone at this academy’?” the short, red head questioned, persecuting your behavior. 

“Well some people here aren’t exactly the nicest. It was just an excitement of the moment thing, sorry,” You said, trying to get Mr. Non-Rule Breaker off your back. 

~~~

So... you had accidently overshared about your adventures on campus. 

It had all started when one of the boys looked shocked that the ancient Willow tree was thriving and looking beautiful as ever. When he looked at it from pictures given to him, it was completely lifeless and grey. 

“This tree, it looks completely different? It’s been sickly for years! How is this possible?” He asked, as his main piece of evidence the white haired boy gave to his father to buy this property was foiled. 

“Oh, that was me. They had willow worms in the roots that were ready to hatch and I accidently brought them out,” you said, a little prideful, yet it was quickly stomped out.

“That is highly irresponsible, you should’ve had a professional complete that task, not an inexperienced student,” the red haired boy scoffed, it seemed as though he didn’t respect this school at all. Yet the boy with grey hair and glasses paid him no mind, still incredibly astonished, but it was quickly wiped from his face and replaced with a somewhat of a sour look. As though you beat him at some game he was playing.

“...Interesting. I never knew magic could do something of that caliber,” he remarked,  pushing up his glasses. 

“Magic is incredibly useful, Mr...” 

Shit. You didn’t get their names...

“My apologies, I didn’t catch your guy’s names,” you said, placing a hand behind your head. 

You had never in your life seen a group of people get so surprised, besides the other white haired boy, who was happy to tell you his name. 

“I’m Kalim, Kalim-Al-Asim!” he said, shaking your hand with a vigor, “It’s a little funny that you don’t know who we are, but I like that about you!” 

How was it funny? You’ve never seen these people in your entire life? The blonde man was especially offended as you glanced at him for his name. 

“Vil Schoenheit. Actor, singer, dancer, beauty influenc-” 

“Hmmm, Vil I can’t help but feel that you’re angry at Ms. L/N for not knowing who you are,” the boy with glasses remarked before taking your hand, “Azul Ashengrotto, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“I’m Riddle Rosehearts,” the short red-haired boy said.

“...Leona Kingscholar.” 

“Alright, I’m glad I got your names! Let’s get a move on! I have got to show you some more stuff!” you said before moving along, gaining more confidence as you talked to them. 

Maybe this tour wasn’t so bad after all!

~~~

Coming up:

“How did you not know who the noble’s sons are?!” Miette yelled, but her soft voice wasn’t exactly giving the shocking boom to emphasize her feelings.

“I’m sorry! Everything was completely fine after that, if this whole tour was such a big deal then I would’ve studied them more instead of the school,” you said, completely pooped out from last night. 

So much pressure on you made you very tired out, and all of these new details coming out made you feel even more guilty for your half-assed tour. 

[little-spoiled-brat]

may i request 3 and 10 w/ levi from your sfw prompts? also congrats on your milestone!!

WRITING PROMPT # 8:

"shh, you're safe"

"close your eyes, listen to my heartbeat"

pairing: levi x reader

cw/tw: mentions of sexual assault, angst but fluff in the end

- safe in his arms -

it was supposed to be a quick undercover mission, find the person, get the intel needed from them, rendezvous with levi and get back to headquarters.

this wasn’t part of it. you were not supposed to get cornered into an alley with the unwanted roaming hands of men around your body.

you could’ve — should’ve taken them down but fear overtook your senses and you froze on the spot. you tried to reach for the knife you had hidden but you couldn‘t — you were helpless.

your eyes were closed tightly, tears heavily streaming down your face as you were pushed up against the wall. a hand on your mouth to muffle any calls for help — for levi. your body trembled as the men took turns running their filthy hands on you, touching you in places with no permission.

”come on, sweetheart. we can have fun for a few hours” the man whispered in your ear as more tears fell down your cheeks when he attached his lips onto your neck.

”you’re a beautiful one, aren’t ya? look at this body" the other one said as he trailed his hands down your chest to your inner thighs. you whimpered when his hand came in contact with that area and you thrashed around to get him off but to no avail.

you almost accepted defeat, unable to do anything but close your eyes and cry while they had their way with you.

all of a sudden, the men were ripped away from you and you fell to the floor. you curled yourself up, unable to look at whoever saved you. the sound of grunting can be heard a few feet away from you as two bodies fell not long after.

“y/n?”

you slowly looked up, registering the voice of your lover in your head. levi extended his hand, giving you the option to reject as you looked down at it with tears in your eyes.

”levi“ you breathed out, crashing yourself in his arms. he cradled you ever so gently, softly shushing your sobs by running his hand through your hair.

”shh, you’re safe. you’re safe, y/n” levi assured as you fisted his shirt in your hands, afraid to let him go. after a few minutes, levi pulled away slightly so he could look at you.

”we need to get back to headquarters, are you comfortable with me carrying you-“ levi started but you gently cut him off by nodding your head. your knees felt weak and to be honest, you didn’t want to lose the feeling of levi’s arms around you even for just a second.

“okay then, tell me if you get uncomfortable and i’ll put you down” levi said, kissing your forehead and gently scooping you up in his arms. you buried your face into his chest, letting yourself be calmed by his familiar smell of black tea — his familiar smell of home.

levi left the alley you were in and started walking back to headquarters. thankfully, it was night time and you were still in trost so the journey back wasn’t long and didn’t create much unwanted attention from civilians.

the both of you arrived in headquarters a few minutes later, you offered to walk yourself just in case anyone else was up at this hour of the night but levi gently refused. he said that he didn’t care of anyone saw him carrying you, he was not letting you out of his arms.

you nodded in reply, letting him bring you inside the building of the headquarters. erwin and hange’s voices greeted the both of you the second levi stepped foot inside.

“not now“ levi growled, a threatening tone to his voice as he glared at both erwin and hange — erwin more than hange since he was the one who sent you to this undercover mission.

you needed to give your mission report to erwin but you were too shaken up to even form coherent sentences, let alone tell him every information you got from the mission.

levi brought you to his office, locking the door behind him as he sat down on the couch and set you down on top of him. you wrapped your arms around him tightly and he continued to run his hand through your hair soothingly.

”are you hurt?“ levi asked as you slightly looked up at him and shook your head. “j-just a bit s-shaken, that’s a-all“

levi released a sigh, wrapping his arms around you tighter and pressing kisses on the top of your head. you were tired but you took every remaining energy you have to not let your eyes close.

you knew that if you do end up falling asleep that you will be forced to relive what happened in the alley in your dream and you didn’t want that.

levi noticed the exhausted look in your eyes and your refusal to let them close. he gently cupped your cheek and made you look up at him.

“i know you’re tired. close your eyes, listen to my heartbeat. i’m not gonna let anything happen to you“ levi said, you stared at him for a second and realized that he just gave you a distraction — a lifeline if you will.

you nodded tiredly, pressing you ear against his chest and hearing the soft thumps of his heart underneath. you let your eyes fall close, the slow and steady beats from his chest bringing you solace.

”thank you, i love you“ you mumbled just before you let darkness take you into a peaceful sleep. your body relaxing, letting yourself be vulnerable once again because you knew that you will always be safe in levi’s arms.

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can you do 30 with kakashi and a fem reader pls 🥺🤲 I love your work and am so happy for you regarding your follower milestone, congrats !!

[Kakashi Hatake X Reader] The Power of Love

|200 Followers Event|

Prompt: 30 — "I mean it."

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x fem!Reader

Note: Aloha, I'm back!!! Thanks for the request and the cheers😝 Okay, this one is AHHH, the title :DD This one is very sentimental but playful at the same time. There's like some serious talk but also entertaining moments, too. Without further ado, please enjoy!

Constant requests that you get married were sent in your way for the past several months. Your parents were tired of having to wait to see you bring a man home, but you had no intention to comply. The topic would come up to the table during dinner every now and then, with your mother furrowing in her brows and your father sighing in distress. On your part, you played cool, soothing them that you just found a guy and dismissing the matter with a feigned grin.

Everything would be ordinary, much to your own liking until your parents secretly signed you up for a match-matching service. You had a big argument that night but they smugly smiled and ensured that you would fall in love with him immediately. It was ridiculous.

“You’d be head over heels in no time, Y/N,” your mother said.

“Like she knows who he is,” you mumbled, scoffing on your way back to your apartment.

Though you completely shut the door to the new romance—the guy that you presumably knew nothing about—you woke up earlier than usual, earlier than you should. You blamed it on your neighbor’s child crying but you discerned that you were being irrational. The whole situation was aberrant. You purposefully threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt that was too worn out for a first date. Still, you could not be any more careless, the last thing you wanted was to get the man to generate some form of adoration for you. You checked yourself in the mirror and made sure that you looked representable nonetheless.

The sun was already high up in the sky when you locked your door and tiredly dropped the keys into your handbag, storming to the destination with angry steps. It was your day off and you could have spent your time on something much more meaningful, training, for example. Kakashi-senpai said you still needed to hone your close combat skills. You pursed your lips at the thought of the Hatake, feeling even more enraged and annoyed. The said Shinobi was a nice guy, he was gentle and mannered with everyone but you. He treated you like his kid, bossing you around, requesting you to dig through the shelves of bookstores to find the limited edition of Icha Icha that was recently published. But you did not quit being his subordinate. Kakashi had everything that you needed to harness, from his skills to knowledge, and you would never let such a golden opportunity go wasted.

Being with him for two long years brought you many benefits and visible improvements, one of them being your patience. You were short-tempered and Kakashi was just the perfect tame to your boiling climate. The silver-haired veteran knew you were cantankerous on some days, like today, when you were having an involuntary sunbathing session, and would always be later than he usually would. Over the drenching months, you grew indifferent to his tardiness, adapted to his peculiar conscience of time, and no longer rambled when he arrived. He would come up with the most bizarre excuses to get away with it, and at first, you were furious about it, but you found them somewhat adorable now.

You smiled, wondering why you were recalling your moments with Kakashi when you were waiting for your date to come. You bit the inner side of your cheek when you realized your patience was running thin—it reminded you of your silver-haired senpai. Releasing a shaky breath, you calmed yourself down, assuring that you would apologize to the man that it was merely a misunderstanding with your parents that they signed you up for today. You rubbed the surface of the table with your fingers and let your thoughts carried you away at the moment, unconsciously drumming the rhythm of your favorite song—his favorite song that you grew accustomed to after years of the very special silver-haired occupying your day.

“You seem nervous.”

Your head perked at the unexpectedly familiar voice, “Kakashi-senpai?”

The silver-haired settled himself in the opposite seat with ease, “Good morning, Y/N.”

“What are you doing here?” You did not bother to greet him back properly due to the tremendous shock being registered into your system.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to… to,” you came to a halt, fumbling with the hem of your shirt when you found it impossible to continue. It was embarrassing.

“Blind date?” He questioned, quirking a brow.

Your cheeks heated up in modesty, unable to answer his beseech.

“That seems like a yes,” Kakashi leaned back, enjoying your flustered state, “I’m here for a blind date, too.”

“A what?”

“A blind date,” he repeated without failing to lose his composure.

It took you several seconds to comprehend the whole situation, then you shifted in your chair, propping your elbows onto the table to hide your blush, “This is such an… interesting encounter. But I won’t change my mind.”

You were fairly absolute with the plan to turn the whole thing down, despite whoever was your date, despite it being Kakashi Hatake. You did not want to risk the bond that took you so long to form with him and the trust that he enlisted you upon. You could not.

“I also came resolute,” he made a simple, yet down-to-earth statement. Kakashi caught your eyes and challenged, “What do you want to do after a coffee date?”

“No,” you jerked away, “what are you saying? Are you okay, senpai?”

“We’re on a date and you still call me senpai?”

“Look, we’re not going to do this, we can’t, Kakashi,” you tried to explain but to no avail.

The silver-haired smugly smiled, “Good, Kakashi sounds much nicer.”

“I’m not joking,” you cleared your throat and glared at him.

“Neither am I, Y/N. I mean it.”

Your lips fell apart as the coherence in your mind shattered into bits and pieces. Kakashi silently observed the fleeting expressions that you made, waiting for your response.

“I don’t know,” you stuttered. You knew who Kakashi was and the tragedy of your occupation. The two of you did not deserve anyone’s love, for once that you held the chance of breaking their heart. You looked away from his eyes to conceal the wavering of your emotions, “I never thought about life in that way. I don’t need a man in my life, that’s what I’d like to believe. I don’t want anyone to feel battered when I’m gone.”

“I hate it to see those I love cry and mourn, too,” he mumbled. You listened attentively as though it was yourself confessing to the dark. Kakashi continued, “I only live for a certain amount of time but I have been constantly filling it with despair and loneliness. There were things that I want to do and people that I want to love, but because of my fear of hurting them, I didn’t. But after the massive loss that I’ve experienced, everything was different, I understood how painful regret actually is.”

Tears began to well in your eyes the more his words dropped. You balled your fists, blinking profusely to prevent the warm droplets from escaping. Kakashi noticed your quiet sobs, running his fingers over your trembling hands, loosening your grip, and interlacing your fingers with his. You released a heavy sigh and pulled both your hands back, wiping away your tears as quickly as when they fell and dampened the fabric of your jeans.

“You’re not at the bottom of agony when you lose someone important,” Kakashi breathed, “it’s when you feel empty after they’ve left and mourning on what you could’ve done when they were still with you.”

Your sobs eventually assuaged as you chewed on his words. The silver-haired distracted himself by stirring the liquid of his drink, but he was in no state to enjoy its taste. He already said everything he wanted to say, and the decision was now fully on your shoulders. But by your lack of response, he was sure that you did not see your relationship taking another form—the way that he wished. He abruptly stood up from his seat, fleeting on his feet, “Let’s forget about what’s happened. I mean I still respect you as my teammate, Y/N. Don’t forget our meeting tomorrow.”

“No-no, Kakashi-senpai, wait,” you moved, hastily shoving your hands in his direction, gripping his wrist like a vice. You hung your head low to avoid his investigating gaze as you spoke, “I do.”

His gears in his head turned, and Kakashi smiled with satisfaction, “You do what?”

Your heart was beating frantically in your chest, so fast that you felt its rapid pumps in your throat. You stuttered out, voice growing quieter the more you expressed, “I-I want to go out with you, senpai—”

“Drop the ‘senpai’ already,” he playfully hissed and you grinned, certain that you just made the best choice of your life. Kakashi leaned down and rested his chin on your shoulder blade, snuggling his face into your neck, “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for letting me love you.”

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for the mini event: 23 and atsumu please! congrats on 300 you deserve every one of them!

300 Follower Event

Miya Atsumu

Prompt 23: “Wanna make a bet?”

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 1.5k

content warnings: established relationship, gamer!atsumu, teasing, hand job, blowjob, atsumu miya continues to be a stubborn bastard and i love him for it

thank you so much anon 🥺 that’s so sweet of you to say. i’m sorry this took a while to write, but i hope you enjoy :)

“I’m telling ya, you’re not gonna beat me.”

“Yeah?” you said, then shoved at Atsumu’s arm. His cart on the screen went flying off of the road and he yelled in frustration.

“You’re cheating’!”

“Street rules, ‘Tsumu. Anything goes.”

“Physical violence wasn’t part of the deal.” He slowly gained speed as you crossed the finish line. You smiled as the screen scrolled through highlights of Atsumu falling off the map and getting hit.

He let out a frustrated groan and jumped on you, pinning you against his couch.

“I don’t like playin’ with you.”

“Why? Cause you lose?”

“A little.”

You ruffled his hair and he buried his face into your chest. He let out another groan, then propped his chin up on your sternum.

“I’ve got an idea.”

“Yeah? What’s your idea?”

He grinned.

“Wanna make a bet?”

You carded a hand through his hair.

“What’s the bet?” you asked.

“We play another three tracks. Whoever wins gets to be in charge.”

“In charge of what?”

He smirked.

“You know what.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Can I distract you?” you asked.

“Yes, but I’m going to do the same. And you aren’t allowed to interfere with what the other person is doing. Offense only. No defense.”

“Oh, easy. I’m winning.”

He pushed himself off of you and braced his arms on either side of your head.

“How can you be so confident about this?”

“Because I’m very good at this and you aren’t. I’m going to win.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, sweetheart,” he said. He ran a large hand up your side to gently squeeze around your neck. “I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve.”

You smiled.

“Prove it.”

He rolled his eyes and sat up.

“I will. Don’t cry when ya lose.”

“I don’t think I need to be the one worried about that, ‘Tsumu.”

“Shut up and let me start the game.”

You settled next to him as he opened up the game.

“What track are we playin?” he asked. You leaned over and placed a hand on his inner thigh.

“I don’t care. You choose.”

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

“It’s cheatin’ to start early.”

“Says who?” You sat up on your knees and leaned in, placing a few quick kisses on his neck.

“You’re a pain,” he grumbled.

“You made the deal, babe. Now pick your stupid character.”

He grinned and you groaned.

“Not Waluigi this time!”

“What? I always play him.” He laughed to himself. “Scared the shit out of ‘Samu when we were little.”

“Fine. Remember that when you have to listen to his defeated yells.”

“So competitive. Are you going to be a sore loser when I kick yer ass?”

“You seem confident, babe, but the game is about to start and you haven’t even picked up your remote.”

“Shit!”

Atsumu scrambled to begin as you pulled ahead immediately, laughing as you went.

He shoved you a few times and managed to knock you off of the track once, but you maintained a comfortable lead.

“I don’t think I thought this through,” Atsumu said.

“Why’s that?”

“I can’t do anything while I’m playing besides push you around a little.”

You smiled to yourself and took your hand off of your controller.

“Are you sure about that?”

“I need two hands to play, stupid.”

You grinned and set your hand between his legs.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Jokes on you, now I’m gonna win,” he said. You began to rub him with your hand. He took a deep breath. “Keep that up and you’ll fall off the track.” You laughed.

“I don’t think I’m the one who needs to worry about that.” You steered with one hand and continued moving your hand against him. You could feel him getting hard quickly. He always was eager about this kind of thing. Your palm kept consistent pressure on him while your fingers shifted, touching him everywhere you could. He swore and leaned forward, like he was trying to speed up his cart with his mind.

“How the hell am I still behind you?” he said. You smiled and tilted the remote to go around a curve.

“I’m incredibly talented. Give up yet?”

“Absolutely not.” He cursed and fell off the track. You laughed as you rounded the curve to the finish line. He threw up his hands in disbelief and yelled. “How do you do this?”

You set your remote down in your lap and laid a kiss on his shoulder.

“I told you you weren’t going to win.”

“Bullshit. I’ve got you in the next two.”

“Sure you do, babe.” You reached over into his lap and started to unbutton his pants.

“Woah, what’s up?” he said, catching your wrist. You sat up so your eyes were level with his.

“No defense, Miya.”

His face screwed up into a frown and he moved his hand away. You finished undoing his pants and pulled down the front of his boxers.

“Doesn’t this feel like cheating?” he asked. You shook your head and licked your hand. He took a deep breath. “Not at all. You decided on a game. I’m just playing.” You wrapped your hand around him. He swore and made a frustrated face.

“Fuck you. Now I have to win.”

“Good luck with that.” You repositioned the remote in your other hand as the next race started.

Atsumu had a significantly harder time with this track. He ran into wall after wall and fell off the map repeatedly, all while trying to hold in small gasps as you slowly pumped his cock. You did as well as you could while having to keep a steady pace between his legs. It was so fun to watch him squirm, to see his thighs trying to close but realizing that wouldn’t help at all.

You passed the finish line first and pulled your hand away. He gasped at the lack of contact and turned to face you with frustration in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

“Before you say anything.” You held your hand up between you. “I have a proposal.” He raised his eyebrows.

“What is it?”

“We play an all-or-nothing round.”

He leaned away from you, unsure.

“What’s the catch?”

“New rules. I try to distract you. If you can win against the computer, you win the bet. You don’t, you lose.”

“You’re not playin?”

“Close your eyes.” You avoided the question and he hesitantly complied. You adjusted the settings and handed the controller back to him. “Go ahead and choose the track you’re best at.” He frowned and did as you asked. For the first time in a long time, Atsumu looked nervous.

“Comfortable?” you asked.

“I guess so.”

“Good.” You slid off the couch and settled between his legs.

“You’re kiddin’ me, right?”

“Start the race or I’ll accept my win.”

He inhaled deeply and pressed start. As the countdown began, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock.

He inhaled shakily and began steering over your head. You closed your eyes and ignored the obnoxious sounds of music and rotating boxes. You didn’t hesitate in setting a quick pace, your lips making lewd noises as you moved. He tried to hold back and pretend it didn’t affect him, but when you ran your tongue around the head again he let out a quiet sound and his character nearly stopped moving.

You had to stop yourself from smiling as you continued, moving your mouth and tongue exactly the way he liked it and hearing him respond as unenthusiastically as he could. You’d never seen him so stubborn, so determined to not show how you affected him.

“Almost . . . done,” he groaned. You quickened your pace, just enough to throw him off. His hand fell from the remote into your hair and tugged slightly. You hollowed out your cheeks and his grip tightened. You were starting to think he might finish until you heard the familiar sound of the race ending. You pulled off of him and wiped your mouth. He stared down at you with pink cheeks and glazed over eyes.

“How’d you do?” you asked. He shook his head lazily like even he didn’t know. You turned around and looked at the screen. You smiled. “First place?”

He ran a hand through his hair.

“Pretty good for a guy gettin’ head.”

You smiled and kissed his leg.

“I have to agree with that.”

You moved upwards and straddled him.

“I think I’m okay accepting your win.”

His brows raised. He looked genuinely shocked.

“Are ya serious?”

You pressed a short but heated kiss against his lips. His hands settled on your hips. You pulled back and smiled.

“You won, didn’t you?” You leaned in so your lips were barely brushing his ear. “Now have your way with me.”

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. He looped an arm around your waist and threw you down on the couch, following close behind.

You didn’t tell him you had adjusted all the settings to easy.

[f1nalboys]

Anon asked:

Hi I was wondering if you could do headcannons for the slashers finding child reader and seeing some marks on their bodies that means they've been abused by their guardian or parent? And maybe slashers being the reader's new guardian and parent? You can add fluff in this if you like.

Hi, thank you sm for the request! I had such a good time writing this lol, just imagining some of them as parents was *chefs kiss* I hope you enjoy this! (And, if you or anyone reading this is dealing with abuse, please call or text the hotline * and remember you are strong, brave, and do not deserve what is happening. <3 )

*This hoteline is only for the U.S states and Canada, but please don’t be afraid to search up the hotline for where you are or to tell someone you trust!

WARNINGS: implication of abuse

MICHAEL (RZ)

‘What is this gremlin and why are they around me?’

Honestly would be treating you like a pest as a first instinct, he doesn't really get why you're around him in the first place like where are your parents…

I mean once he loses you he's gonna follow you around because he needs to know who you belong to lol 

During his little stalking hours he starts to recognise his own behavior that he exhibited in his childhood to yours and he gets this sick feeling in his stomach

When he sees your guardian he is immediately filled with rage because he knows exactly why you're doing the things you were

He is killing whoever it is that very night he doesnt care whos around of the chances of him being caught

There’s a 50/50 chance of him taking you in himself. I really think it’ll depend on your age and how you act, you know? Michael isn’t going to want to or be able to take care of a toddler or kid in a way he sees fit so he's just going to drop you off at a neighbors house 

Now if you’re older and more reserved/independent he might be more willing to watch over you but I still think it would be really hard for him to do so

As long as you’re in Haddonfield though he’ll be checking in on you and just making sure you're alright and safe

Boogieman got your back basically

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

‘Why is this unattended child out at night and why are they hanging out around us?’

They’re psychopaths not assholes, they’re gonna try and help you lol

They’re surprisingly good with kids, especially Stu, so you’re immediately comfortable around them

Billy is the first to notice your behavior and any bruises and immediately connects the dots. He’s had his fair share of bruises and knows exactly how you got them

Once he starts asking questions, Stu will catch on and get just as mad as Billy, if not more so.

They both have already come to the same conclusion: whoever did it to you is not going to be surviving the night

Take you to Stu’s parents house (who welcome you with open arms and doted on you) and leave for an ‘errand’

Gone for a few hours and when they come back (they made sure to stop and get you some snacks) they let you know that you're safe now

When they take you to the police station in the morning they promise to make sure you’re alright and Stus parents offer to foster you (they’re going to adopt you don’t worry)

Big brother Stu and Uncle Billy :,)

Thomas Hewitt

Personally I think they have a strict no children policy (they’ll kill them if need be but they try to make sure it never comes to that) but Tommy and Luda Mae are very strict enforcers of this rule because if Hoyt had his way it wouldn’t matter what age you were; food is food

The moment Thomas sees you being hurt in any capacity he is going straight to his mother to tell her and lets just say Luda Mae is pissed

Thomas becomes a protective older brother to you, Luda Mae is acting like your mom, and Hoyts your weird Uncle but Tommy make sure he isn’t too harsh on you lol

Your abuser is staying alive until Thomas knows exactly what they did to you because he’s going to return it tenfold

Hoyt would bug you about getting revenge but Tommy really wouldn't want you to do so because you’re a kid, you shouldnt be exposed to that sort of thing (he knows eventually you’ll have to learn about the family business but he wants to stop that from happening for as long as possible)

If you say you want to, though, he’ll be with you every step of the way

He is going to teach you sign language you don’t know it because he wants to talk to you and let you know everything is alright now

Found family at its core babey

Sinclair Brothers

Lesters the first one who notices. He saw what happened with Bo growing up and seeing how you were acting when you were in the car, shrinking into yourself, he got angry

And when Lester is angry, he is angry… the man is hard to piss off so when Bo sees him pull into town with you in there and sees his face he knows something happened

God, speaking of Bo, he was furious. It took so much willpower to not kill your abuser right then and there

Bo is good with kids, i don't care what anyone says, he’s cracking jokes and letting them look at the car’s engine with him, stuff like that

Made sure you didn’t see or hear what happened with your abuser but will introduce you to Vincent (who might be more inclined to show you his face if you think his mask is scary) and he lets Vincent know that these people aren’t to become statues under any circumstance

He tells you the people you were with left and that they apologized for what they did and he doesn’t think you believe him but you seemed so relieved he didn’t want to tell you the truth

Most likely to take you to the next town over to the police station to get you somewhere safe because he and Vincent agreed that it wouldn't be safe for you in Ambrose

But if you begged enough to stay Vincent would convince Bo that it’d be alright

No matter how much Bo grumbles about you being there, eating him out of house and home, he’s actually pretty happy you're around because he can be a father figure to you (even if it scares him half to death)

Vincent will teach you how to sculpt (obviously not with humans, maybe when you're older if they ever tell you (or when you inevitably find out))

Cool Uncle Lester teaches you about bones and lets you ride around in the truck with him

Jason Voorhees

Witnesses it during his daily rounds around the camp  and neither he (or Mrs. Voorhees) is happy

Kills them then and there; there is 0 hesitation, he lowkey forgets you're even there and that you’re witnessing it 

When he notices you he feels so bad and actually feels worse when you seem to be happy they’re gone

Is afraid you're going to be scared of him because all he wanted to do was protect you but he’ll try and explain to you through sign language or through writing into the dirt with a stick

Actually wants you to stay in the camp with him so he can watch over you but has no hard feelings about you going back to civilization (he doesn’t even know how he’d be as a father)

Obviously he can't go and drop you off somewhere because he’s literally s zombie lol but he will go as far as he can to make sure you get somewhere safely

Worries about you even weeks after you’ve left, like how are you doing? Are you with someone trustworthy? Do you remember him?

If you stay, however, he is gonna be the best god damn dad ever, if not a bit overprotective

You’re not allowed to leave the designated area he’s ropped off outside of the cabin because god forbid some campers stumble across you

Tiffany Valentine

We all know my wife has no qualms about killing kids but she’s way too sympathetic once she figures out what's going on with you

Meet your new goth mom! She’s great!

She is the most qualified out of all of the slashers to take care of a kid regardless of the age (I mean, remember Glen/Glenda and how accepting she was? How much she cares for her kid?)

She’s killing your abuser without a single care in the world, she’s not wasting any time either. She lets you know you’re safe with her and that nothing will ever hurt you again

Get ready to be pampered; she is treating you to everything you could ever want. You won’t be spoiled, of course, but you’re going to be comfortable

You will be the most well-adjusted kid being taken care of by a slasher (maybe losing to Billy and Stu but that’s just because of Stu’s parents) so congrats for that!