#cw telling someone to kys

[burning-sol]

i hate twitter.

[screamingtheo]

He tried

(please tell me if I have to tag this with a cw or tw. I made this because someone once texted me "kys" and I thought it was meant to be "kiss" till I looked it up and I found it kinda funny. Remember to be nice to each other!)

[anti-social-anthem]

The amount of people in replies who tell others to kill themselves is…. ironic for this website

[v-love]

Or OR make it Kyle and he has a big crush on u and one of his frat guys starts flirting with u at a party and he’s like wtf bro code and gets jealous and then u see him being all sad outside by himself and u talk to him and he confesses that he likes u and he kisses u

Wipe My Tears (Kyle Spencer x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Kyle was so infatuated with you. Everything you did, he loved. When one of his “friends” kisses you, he takes care of you. He made sure you knew he loved you still.

CW: Brief mentions of incest/sexual abuse. A brief non consensual groping and kissing scene. Panic attack.

Taglist: @yes-divine-ruler @preselelle @evanpetersfav @quicksilversg1rl @kaylaperiodqueenslay @theyluvvkoi @bldmoth @nvtallowed @shjjpm @meganxfox @iruzias

Word count: 2392

Images/GIFS are not mine.

“Dude, shut the fuck up.” Kyle’s mouth shuts as he looks up at his frat brother. “Sorry…” he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “I just really think she’s so…I don’t know.” His frat brother rolls his eyes and nods. “We know, she’s all you talk about.” Kyle’s face flushed pink in embarrassment. He didn’t want to admit it but you were all he thought about. When he ate breakfast, he would remember that your favorite food in the morning was bacon and eggs. When he brushed his teeth, he would remember that you owned a blue electric toothbrush. When he watches his favorite show, he would remember that your favorite show was You. His mind was so occupied with you and his studies that he would often get massive headaches right before bed. Right now, his friend that was just there had left to go out with his girl. He was jealous of couples but he never wanted to admit that. Kyle didn’t like the feeling of jealousy because it made him feel like he was his mother. He didn’t even want to think about her at all because if he did, he would spend so long trying to figure out a way to stop her advances on him. Kyle loved his mom but it was too much for him to handle. Shaking his head from those thoughts, he looks at his phone. There was a message from you. He smiles widely as he read it.

Y/N at 4:22 PM

hey ky :) are u busy rn?

Kyle was debating whether he should study or not but with the text you sent him, he decided not to. He replied with a no and waited for you to text him back. It was pretty fast as usual.

Y/N at 4:27 PM

let’s go to that new café they just opened!!! i heard it’s good!!

He thought for a moment.

KyKy at 4:28 PM

Meet me there or do I pick you up?

His leg bounced a bit as he read.

Y/N at 4:50 PM

pick me up :) ur car is nicer than mine

And with that, he got his keys and headed out to his car. Soon arriving at your parents house, he watches you wave. “Hey Ky! I missed you!” You say, getting in. “It’s only been a week.” He says and smiles as you hug him. Your hair smelled so pretty, whatever perfume you had made his head feel funny. You two update each other on anything new as he drives to the café. “I never liked her. She was too touchy.” He comments as you tell him about a friend you had recently dropped. Sighing, you nod. “I know…especially since she liked you.” You watch his face scrunch up in disgust. “God no. She’s not my type, I don’t like girls that have no boundaries.” Kyle taps on the steering wheel as he spoke. “Plus, I already like someone else…” he knew he was risking it by saying that. Your eyes widen and you turn to face him. “What? Kyle, why have you not told me anything? Who is she? Do I know her?” Your questions spit out like rapid fire. He chuckles a bit and shakes his head. “You would be surprised. I’m not telling you though.” He says and pulls into a parking spot. You whine and act like a child so that he would give in but this time, he didn’t. “Knowing you, you’ll probably figure it out anyways.”

Now what Kyle didn’t know is that you already knew it was you and that you had always been head over heels for him. Was he going to figure it out? As smart as Kyle is, no. The boy was oblivious to any remark you made about him that had a slight flirtatious tone to it. Sometimes it made you angry that he didn’t notice. Like right now, he was ordering for you and him but he doesn’t even say anything or react when you hold his arm. “Can we get those muffins? The chocolate ones…” you say shyly, pointing them out. Without leaving time for you to even blink, he orders them too. Kyle pays as he usually does and leads you to one of the small tables for two. “Here’s yours.” He says as he hands you your muffin. Nodding in thanks your hands find his, stopping him from opening his own. “Let’s wait till the drinks are done. If they’re ass them we have a little back up.” You joke, making him smile. His dimples creasing into his skin all the while making your head spin. “Also, I figured out who she is.” You say, pulling your hands away just as you feel them start to sweat from nervousness. You watch as Kyle’s face and demeanor turn a bit serious and guarded. “Did you know? Enlighten me.” On the inside, he was freaking out but all his face was showing was skepticism. Just then, his name is called to get the drinks. Sighing and telling you to “hold on”, he walks over.

Your mind was racing as you thought about what to say. Do you say “it’s me” or do you say some other chicks name. Kyle comes back with the drinks and sets them down, not giving you enough time to fully think. “It’s me.” You blurt out, both of you staying motionless. Kyle clears his throat and finally takes a sip of his drink. The taste blooms over his tongue, making him blink a few times. Another minute passes by filled with silence from you two but also the sound of others talking and drinks being made. “Yeah it is.” He admits, looking everywhere but at you. You smile widely and let out a giggle. “Really? I guessed right?” You ask, sipping on your own drink. Kyle nods but stays silent, taking a piece of his muffin and popping it into his mouth. You call out his name and he finally looks up. “Why did it take you this long to tell me. I’ve been waiting for you this whole time.” You say and lean in, kissing his cheek. For a moment, he short circuits and looks at you in bewilderment. “W-what? You mean…wait you mean you knew this whole time?” He watches you nod and giggle more. “And you like me..?” Kyle’s face breaks into a glorious smile and takes your hands in his. “Yeah…since forever. But I also knew because your friends ratted you out two weeks ago. To my understanding, you’ve liked me for years.” Kyle laughs a little and nods. “Of course they did…it’s true though. I remember in 10th grade I realized how much I wanted to kiss you. It was first period and that day you had done a bun and had a few butterfly clips in it. I’ll never forget.” He says and watches you blush as he spoke. “My drink is really good by the way, wanna try?” He asks and pushes his drink to you. You laugh at the way he changed the changed the subject but sipped anyways. “That really is good.” You say and smile at him.

Ditching the café, you two head to the park that was not far from there. The whole time Kyle was listening to you talk about anything and everything. Walking around the park, you two stopped and just stared at each other. “You’re so pretty.” He says and caresses your cheek, making you lean into his touch. “Yeah? You too.” You mumble and cup his cheeks, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss on his soft lips. Kyle smiles at the compliment and this time kisses you fully, making sure you felt everything he was feeling. The kiss made you feel like you were floating in a soft and sweet smelling cloud. Pulling away, he gently kisses your forehead. “David is throwing a party tonight…wanna come with me, baby?” The petname slips out but it felt normal to you both. “Yeah, I’ll go. I’ll stay sober though because you know I don’t really care for frat parties.” You giggle and feel his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. “Yeah, I know.” He mumbles onto your shoulder. Soon it was time for you both to head home and get ready so he drops you off and drives home. He was absolutely ecstatic about how well things went today. He showers and changes, doing his hair as he normally would. After driving back to your place and going to the party, he stays close to you. He texts you when he’s in front of your house, excited to see you. Kyle stands at your door and smiles when you open it. “Gorgeous…look at my gorgeous girl.” He says and kisses your cheek. Blushing and shaking your head, you hug him. “You look handsome, yourself. Smell good too.” You giggle and get the car with him.

At the party, you two head over to your friend group. “Hey Kyle! I haven’t seen you in a minute!” Jason, a mutual childhood friend, pats him on the back. “Hey man, I know. I’ve been too busy.” He laughs and they get to talking. You went to go get you and him drinks, heading over to the kitchen. “Damn, baby…” you hear a familiar voice say. Turning to face one of Kyle’s friend, you wave a little. “Oh hey, Matt…where’s Norma?” You ask while choosing to ignore the way he ate your body up with his eyes. You knew how Matt was and you also knew Kyle was stupid to still be friends with him. “Who? Yeah, I don’t recall whoever that is.” Matt walks closer to you, you could smell the alcohol in his breath. “Anyways, you look hot. I don’t think Kyle would mind if I just took a little bite…” he mumbles and leans into you, trying to kiss you. Pushing him away, you shake your head. “Don’t do that. No wonder Norma left you.” You say and grab your cups, starting to walk away before he grabs your arm. “Oh cmon, don’t be like that sweetheart.” Matt says and tries to kiss you again. Before you could turn you head, he does so. Your eyes widen as you feel his hands grip your waist and ass, hearing him groan into the kiss. Your body was frozen, not knowing what to do. Calling Kyle in your mind was all you could think of. You wanted him to save you from these advances. Tears fill your eyes and Matt pulls away, smiling at you. “Oh what? You didn’t like my kiss? I know you did actually, you’re just like the rest of them.” He smacks your ass before walking away, smirking.

You unfroze as you watch him walk away, crying more but staying silent. Practically running, you burst out the front door, breathing hard in panic. All you were saying was Kyle’s name, looking around frantically for his car. “Y/n! Hey why did you- Y/n? Hey, what’s wrong?” You could barely hear what he was saying, your eyes unfocused as he held your face. “I’m here. See? I’m right here, just breath slower for me okay?” His voice slowly filters through your brain and you start to finally calm down, still crying. Kyle just holds you, telling you that he was with you and that he loved you so much. He didn’t know what was wrong but regardless, he wanted you to know that he was there. Through your broken sentences, he gathers what had happened. Kyle’s heart broke, understanding now why you were sobbing in his arms. He decides that you needed him more than that bastard needed his ass beat, taking you to the car. “Let’s go home baby. Your house okay? You’re okay, I’m right here…” he says in a quiet voice, helping you in. Kyle holds your hand as he drives, caressing it as you stop crying. The ride was silent, you just staring out the window while in your own head.

Kyle walks you to your bedroom and stands outside, waiting for you to change. “Kyle..?” You say and pull him inside your room, not wanting to be alone again. “Are you sure? I’ll turn around.” He says and does so, feeling you wrap your arms around him. “No…just help.” You mumble and close your eyes, feeling his gentle hands undress you. Kyle wraps a blanket around you before getting some pajamas for you. Dressing you, he gently kisses your forehead. “Better? Let’s take off the makeup okay?” He says and gently wipes your fresh tears away. Kyle helped you take off your makeup with minimal guidance, then laying you down. He changes his clothes too and lays with you. He always had some extra clothes here just in case, just like when you were little. “I’m sorry…” you mumble into his chest, silently crying again. “Hey, no. This was not your fault…none of this was.” He says and looks into your tear filled eyes. “I don’t care what about happened because I know that you wouldn’t do that to me. Just like how I wouldn’t do that to you. From now on, you’re not going to see that asshole, okay? I’ll make sure of it.” His fingers wipe your tears again before kissing your face all over. “I love you. I know it’s so soon but I really do.” He says, holding you impossibly closer.

His heart ached as you silently nod. “Love you too…” you whisper, sniffing as you finally relax. Though upset, he didn’t let you know how much it hurt to see you like this. “Let’s sleep okay? I’ll skip school tomorrow.” He says and feels you sit up in panic. “Kyle no, you need to study and stuff. This is just me being stupid.” You spoke fast, breathing hard again before feeling his hands being you back down to him. “No baby, I’m staying.” Kyle smiles softly at you and gently caresses your skin. “I want to stay with you.” His voice was now quiet and soft. “Just sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Watching you nod, he smiles more. The blankets felt more soft than usual to you, making you fall asleep quickly. “I’ll always be here to wipe your tears…even when I have my own.” Kyle says quietly as he watches you sleep.

Authors Note: i did change the plot up just a bit because everyone knows how i like to write sad and fluffy stuff. i hope you guys liked it!!

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[kai-atlantis]

CW: pedo mention, suicide

I have a request. And this may get me blocked or hated even more by the AF community:

Can we stop the aminosity towards A/H shippers? Anti culture is celebrated in our fandom now, and like, cool if you don't ship anyone, but many of you on this platform find a way to literally bully or harass fans who are openly A/H. I also used to get endless inboxes of anon hate and harassment, even so far as telling me to 'KYS', or calling me a pedophile.

Let's make something very fucking clear: Redirect your issues to Colfer instead, because he wrote the 6th book. HE wrote the kiss. HE wrote them having feelings for eachother. Yes, as kids, a lot of us attached to this. Maybe it's from shared trauma, maybe it's a comfort place. Whatever someone's reason is for shipping, they DON'T need to explain themselves, or be made guilty for their preferences! Instead of harassing A/H shippers as if we spun the oldest celebrated ship from midair, how about you complain about damn Colfer?! He's not a poor innocent Irishman that had nothing to do with it. Give me a break.

Now, your hate and despise of the ship DOES affect other people when you go into the Hartemis tag and write on shippers' posts, literally heckling and harassing them. You know who you all are. I haven't checked it recently, but around 7 months ago, it was filled with HATE. HATE. AND HATE. I saw one very celebrated user telling Hartemis shippers to kill themselves. Honestly. If you look folks, it's there. Fuck that. If being an anti means you support hate and harassment, get the fuck off my tumblr lol.

I have had so many, SO many people come to me in messages to discuss A/H. I have had younger fans, literal kids, message me with art and explain they didn't feel safe posting it to tumblr because of the antis and hatred of A/H. ARE. YOU. KIDDING. ME. Do you know how angry this makes me? This is disgusting behavior, that children can't post their work without an anti yelling at them they're supporting pedophilia.

Which do you think is more harmful?! Supporting A/H? Or isolating young teens or kids and making their work and art feel worthless and unwanted?

Btw: none of the A/H shippers call our ship Hartemis. That's a you guys thing, lol. We like A/H. They don't need a ship name so it's easier to mock.

In short, leave people alone. Stop intermingling your personal issues into other's lives. Don't like Hartemis? Leave the fandom then! You tell us to gtfo, so you can as well! 😬 I really dont have anything inspirational or nice to say here. I'm disappointed that such a tiny fandom has been literally split apart in half, and half of them are not allowed to interact with the other.

We're so tiny, guys. We literally don't have to isolate each other. I was so depressed when I first joined tumblr and got so much hate, and to know there are kids who are messaging me, revealing they're getting hate? That they're scared to post? To rant and rave and ramble like the rest of us? It's disappointing. It really is.

CW: pedo mention, suicide

[sarah-skylark]

CW: SUICIDE BAIT IN FANDOM SPACE AND SOCIAL MEDIA

Fandom. World. We need to talk about how often go kys, go die, fuck off and die, how about you kill yourself are used way the fuck too much these days.

Too many people out there act like suicide baiting is a joke or a light jab or a normal-ass thing you can say to people in response to something that upsets you.

You DO NOT get to call yourself progressive and forward and suicide bait.

You DO NOT get to brush it off and go- whatever they should know I don’t mean suicide bait for real

You DO NOT get to post in your header a list of mental illnesses and personal information you want respect, patience, and understanding of and suicide bait others for theirs

You DO NOT get to pop up in a fictional fandom and suicide bait because you dislike their headcanons.

More controversial: You DO NOT get to tell a right-winger, TERF, politician, racist, homophobic misogynist pastor fill-in-the-blank-hateful-person to kill themselves because that is the exact person you want changing their mind because they become the strongest Allies.

-

I paid attention this week online because classes are starting and all our staff goes through a mental wellness course prior to the kids coming. In one week I saw casually slinging suicide bait or jokes over killing themselves with a tasteful asterisk sometimes to avert censors multiple times a day on every social media.

For not liking Hoziers album. For using she/her pronouns for the Muriel character in good omens and he/him for Crowley. For a suggestion of buying a crochet needle at Hobby Lobby. For someone not wanting people to smoke weed in their apartment cuz they don’t like the smell. To a lesbian because she preferred not to date amab women. To a writer because they didn’t like the plot twist in the book. For people who secured Taylor swift tickets when the poster didn’t.

This is not cool, y’all. This is triggering to people on the edge or with suicide related trauma. Scrolling past dozens of kys type messages a day is damaging. It’s not a funny slang thing to say. I’m not ‘too old’ ‘you don’t get our humor’ ‘it’s just a thing’ ‘you don’t get it’ OKAY NO suicide bait is bait and crowning yourself judge and jury on who’s opinions are worth life or death never comes out right and making light of it because you are pissed off and full of rage because someone used a particular pronoun for a character or drew them a way you disagree with is straight up bullshit

[lostjudgmnt]

i nearly just oosted this plain but i at least still gave the mental whatever the fuck to put it under a cut sorry guys i’ll be normal in a minute cw for me having some sort of meltdown though idk. pretty intense shit

i love…………. this fucked up mental cycle im in where. im just having a really nasty mixed episode rn so im like. my sleep is so off im rapidly swinging from feeling completely fine to have violent fucking melt/breakdowns/shutdowns to being actually decently happy maybe to having terrible ocd spikes and spirals and its been months and i cant tell if its getting better or not and am pretty convinced in actuality faking the whole thing even though the worst of it is happening when im completely fucking alone and i cant tell if my thoughts are my own or if im pretending to be someone who isnt me and tbese “symptoms” are just me pretending im someone im noy but convincing myself its real or something i dont fucking know but im going fucking crazy but im not telling anyone but i feel like im in a pressure cooker and i feel like im under too mich pressure to be normal and okay and not kill myself even though its all too much pressure

like it sucks because the fact that i kind of feel like im completely fine but also like im going absolutely insane at the same time is not helping the fact that im convincing myself that my intrrusive thoughts and spirals and obsessions and whateber else i have going on are all fucking fake and im just putting on some sort of fucked up show for myself or something like im pretending to be someone else so i feel ~different~ and ~special~ and mentally ill because i guess its fucking fun qnd quirjy as opposed to literally so fucking miserable and preventing me from sleeping wnd locking my body up in uncomfortable positions that i can’t really move from but i can AOMETIMES so im just doing yhat to myself for FUN like goddamn. im not making any sense and part of me is telling me i should be correcting all these typos because godforbid i dont fucking sanitize myself because if it looks too raw its more proof that im faking all this shit and pretending yo look like im doing badly or whatever because im fine actually i feel fine!!!!!!!! what fuckung ever.

i actively hide that im actually driving myself insane from myself abd others because i feel like i have to at least pretend im doig well and then i get hurt when no one can tell im doing poorly as if its not ky own fucking fault and then convince myself that its not actually that bad and that its all fake actually and im making everything i experience up or exaggerating everything or what fucking ever when im having violent and geaphic intrusive thoughts about myself and compulsively beating my head against the floor when im completely alone and there’s sno one to see it like obviously thats fucking fake right. nesus chrisy

i shouldnt post this and maybe poisting it is hust another sign that this is all made up and im just doing it for attention i cant steas enough that im just calmly sitting in a chair at my best friend’s house alone in the dark whole typing this right now i literally feel completely normal but also i guess apparently absolutely insane at the same time but maybe i dont feel insanw. but also i was hyperventilating and slamming my head yo the ground qns could hardly move my body on the floor like i dunno 20 minutes ago and my head hurts. but maybe that was fakw too. i dont even know who’s thoughts are in my head right now

i dont know i guess i feel like i need to actually make some sort of record of this shit somewhere but i’ll ignore it if its somewhere completely private but i’ll want to kill myself even more if its somewhere like q diacord server for some reason so here’s the only place i feel i can go. i dont fucking know why. maybe because here someone can reassure me but i dont have to freak the fuck out of the people i actually interact with on w daily basis or something. i dont know. i dont know if any of this is actually me or if any of this is real and i dint even know if im gonna look at this later because maybe i dont want to know if its all real or not. i dont fucking know

im trying to will myself to take my LITERAL MEDICATION i got prescribed to treat my DIAGNOSED FUCKING BIPOLAR DISORDER that im convinced isnt fucking real and wouldnt becausing me to be insane for any reason. goddamn. im shit at taking it the way imsupposed to because im supposed to take it in the morning to but i dont do mornings and have no routine for the mornings at all. i need time figure that the fuck out and maybe it wilp fix me but maybe not because im probably fakung all this shit anyway and meds cant fix what isn’t actually there. jesus christ

i know i sound insane btw i still cant tell if thats “proof” of anything, authenticity or otherwise i dont fucking know. shit.

im moving in m getting up from sitting completely calmly in this chair and im taking my pm meds as diagnosed and im gonna go upstairs to lay down in the guest bed across the room from my best friend who went to bef almost an hour ago and im gonna sleep and im gonna wake up as a normal person and none of this is real and im being overdramatic and fake. good fucking night

[prismatoxic]

when people tell someone to kill themselves or joke about committing suicide themselves and then append it with some manner of "CW suicide", i really have to wonder what's going on in their head

like if you're gonna threaten people or make dark jokes about your mental state you may as well stop pretending you give a shit about how such statements affect other people lmao

...like, okay, i do make jokes like that, but exclusively in private to people who know me so well that they know without a shadow of a doubt that i am not serious. maybe this is just because i've been told to kill myself dozens of times, or that i struggled with ideation when i was younger, but i kind of don't think you should joke about that to strangers?

i guess i feel like whatever the intent (usually not a good one), it's kind of extra undermined by slapping a "CW suicide" on it. you know what i think should have that CW? discussions of actual suicide. fictional or real stories about people struggling with it or who did it or were affected by someone who did it.

not... "ew proshipper kys" or "god i hate my life i'm gonna kermit"

[felix-lupin]

I've noticed a lot of antis will say that the reason they hate pro-shippers is because they "want to protect children". However, this desire seems to completely vanish when the child is a proshipper themself.

I understand that some of them genuinely think they're doing good, don't get me wrong. But.

When I was ten or eleven I started being proship. That was the first time I was on the internet in any way, as I had spent the majority of my childhood being sheltered and isolated. I hadn't met anyone else proship, I didn't even know the word for it. I just was.

In my journey to figure out how everything worked, I ended up shipping something "problematic." I couldn't understand that it was seen as problematic or why anyone would think it was bad, because I was f*cking 11.

Even though I was 11 (and it always stated it in my bios, because I was a dumb kid), whenever I would express that I enjoyed that ship, I would be sent hate my way. I was told multiple times to kill myself, to hurt myself, and that "this is why your parents never loved you" (I had posted in the past about having issues in my family life and believing that my parent had abandoned me).

So most antis claim they only want to help children, yet so many of them will go out and tell literal 9-13 year olds to kill themselves the second they mention being. I was already dealing with extreme depression, and it made it so much worse I was told the world would be better off without me, that everybody would hate me if they found out. By strangers, who knew nothing about me. I remember crying so many times, thinking that I was a burden on society. That my family, my friends, my joyfriend would hate me.

I remember being scared to tell my therapist, because the people I interacted with on the internet convinced me everyone would hate me. I remember that was one of the first times I hurt myself. I remember feeling so alone, hating myself so much. Every waking moment I just thought about how much everyone would 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦. I remember feeling so ashamed, keeping it bottled up and not wanting anyone to know why I was hurting so much, trying to hide how much I was hurting because it was "stupid of me" to hurt so much over that.

I remember trying to stop shipping that content, but it was like a weird involuntary thing. I didn't consume or create content of it for a while, but then I felt worse when I didn't, though. I later learned that I had been involuntarily hyperfixating on that ship and the media surrounding it.

I remember constantly reminding myself it was bad, so if I liked it 𝘐 was bad. That if I liked it I was a horrible person. It didn't stop. I hated myself so fucking much. I remember wishing I would die so I wouldn't "be like this" anymore.

But yea. You just wanna protect kids. /s

[jonesyjonesyjonesy]

the easiest way to undercut your anon argument that you are morally superior is to make your argument and then tell the blog's owner to kill themselves lolololololol

[kaeyazuha]

𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝

❝ ATE KY :DD Can I request a drabble with Scaramouche? A reverse comfort fic where Scara heard from his subordinates how reader was too scared to break up with him/said yes to him cause of pity or smth like that. But reader reassures him. Hehehe~ thank you! ❞

; mmMMM reverse comfort my beloved- I’m sorry this took so long, I hope it’s okay!

; 3/13/22

; Reverse Comfort/Fluff

; CW: Yelling, rumors, false accusations, insecurity (scara), physical touch

Scaramouche, the balladeer. 6th of the 11 Fatui Harbingers, his name alone carries enough weight to crush royalty and even celestial beings under his boot like a common roach. If you were to bring up his name in conversation, you might be able to see a flash of morbid fear in the eyes of his subordinates- nervously looking over their shoulder just to make sure he wasn’t nearby. Scaramouche is a highly feared man of power, pride, arrogance, and a nonnegotiable need for obedience. So of course, of course someone as lovely as you wouldn’t willingly be with someone like that! When you walked into a room, people relaxed and flashed a warm smile at you, only for that smile to drop rapidly the moment your boyfriend trailed in behind you. Whispers would soon fill the tense atmosphere, curious eyes filled to the brim with pity and worry. What a cruel man, keeping (y/n) hostage. How long until (y/n) leaves him? Will he let (y/n) leave him? Poor (y/n), trapped in a loveless relationship…what utter fools.

Words travel fast when the mouths that speak them never shut, always eager to hear the latest gossip and news. So when people witnessed what appeared to be a loveless, one-sided relationship, vile words and accusations spread like wildfire. You paid no mind to it, knowing the actual truth. But over time, you noticed Scaramouche slowly pulling away. The already scarce affection you received turned into nothing more than fleeting touches and longing stares, and you could see the apparent loneliness and yearning concealed behind anger with every word he spoke. “For the last time, I’m fine. Go bother somebody else.” He scoffed, turning away from you yet again- you trailed behind him, biting back your agitation with his forced arrogance. You’d just been trying to ask if he’s alright, yet he acted like you were accusing him of tyranny. 

“Scara, please, you’re obviously not fine.” You sighed, rubbing your temples almost aggressively while trying to ease your increasing headache. “Did I do something wrong? Why are you avoiding me?” Silence, his back faced you and his shoulders sank impossibly deeper against his body. He tried to appear busy, “sorting” through papers you’d just organized moments ago. Taking a slow breath, you stepped forward and rested a hand on his shoulder; only to flinch back when he harshly brushed it off and away from him.

“How many times do I need to tell you?! I’m FINE so go, go run away to someone else! Maybe they’ll be nicer to you!” Scaramouche spat, still refusing to turn around and face you. You gasped, eyes widening-- yes, he was known for his brash language, but almost never to you. To you, he was Kunikuzushi. The socially awkward boy who hid his dreams and desires behind a mask of anger and pride, the boy who blushed whenever you complimented him and always denied the kind things he’d do for you. He had your birthday as his password to most things, every date you’ve ever had memorized to the last detail, and always had your wellbeing at the forefront of his mind. While he wasn’t a total gentleman with his words to you before, now…he talked to you like a mere subordinate. 

Despite struggling to breathe in the tense atmosphere, bitter and vile words poisoning the air, you sucked in another breath and grabbed his shoulder again before moving in front of him; and he couldn’t look away before you saw everything. Teeth harshly sinking into his lower lip, tears brimming in his wavering eyes and threatening to fall, skin paled and eyebrows taut, gods he looked seconds away from a meltdown.

“Oh, Kuni’...” You trailed off, moving your hand to cup his cheek and brush away a single tear- willing away tears of your own even as they bubbled in your throat.

There was a moment of peace where he leaned into your hand, but then the dam broke. “NO, GO AWAY- I SAID GO AWAY, LEAVE!” Scaramouche panicked and thrashed in your hold, freely crying into the open air against his will and contradicting every word he forced out by keeping an iron grip on your shirt. Even as he screamed profanities through a broken voice that cracked and wavered, you brought him into a gentle embrace. You stayed silent as he trailed off, heavy gasps through bitten-back sobs being the only sounds filling the air. “Why…won’t you leave…everyone wants you to leave…” He scoffed, keeping his eyes away from you but moving his head to rest on your shoulder hesitantly. “Don’t--Don’t you want to leave…?”

Scaramouche practically melted into you, hiding his face in your clothing and fisting your shirt in his hands. You shook your head rapidly, hugging him tighter with a watery laugh. “Of course not, you idiot…that’s what this is about?” Your hand trailed up and down his back before starting to play with his hair; soft and fluffy without the pressure of his hat. “Love, their words hold no truth. Those rumors, they mean nothing, because they don’t see what I see. You know what I see?” You cupped his cheek, slowly pulling away to give him time to hide himself if he wanted, but he didn’t. He leaned into your hand and averted his gaze, but kept his pale and tear-streaked face in front of yours.

“...What?” 

“I see my boyfriend. He’s really cute once you ignore all the creative insults, and he has the face of an angel once he stops scowling.” He scoffed, the slightest pout on his lips while he bit back a retort. “Despite how scary he can be, he still tries to be kind to me, because he loves me. And I know that. I know that you love me, so of course I don’t want to leave.” Slowly but surely, red-lined eyes met your eyes; indigo and lilac irises still hazy, but focused on you nonetheless. “Because I love him too. He can be a jerk sometimes, but that’s how I fell in love with him. If I wanted someone ‘nicer,’ don’t you think I would’ve left already?” 

Scaramouche nodded hesitantly, reaching up and resting his hand on yours while your thumb still stroked his cheek. “You…idiot.” His words held no malice, not the slightest hint of agitation; ‘idiot’ might as well have been a proposal to you. He sighed, the smallest of smiles on his lips when he turned his head to kiss the palm of your hand. “You mean it? Swear it, if you do.” Finally, he fully met your gaze, eyes expectant with stars glimmering over the surface, hopeful and pleading as he awaited your answer. He looked almost like a puppy, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. 

“I swear in the name of the Tsaritsa, I mean every word. Please don’t doubt it, especially not because of some uneducated idiots?” The sound of his soft laugh caught you off guard, even when it cracked from his previous screaming and shouting-- it still sounded so beautiful.

“Fine, fine, I won’t.” Scaramouche paused to rest his head on your shoulder again, too tired to put up his usual hard-to-get front.

“...Thank you for loving me.”

“I love you too.”

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- Ky♡♡

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧; 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻!

@storytravelled ; @irethepotato ; @paradise-creator ; @lordbugs ; @straymoon96 ;  @stage-lucida​ ;

[eluxcastar]

What about urd (and anybody else you wanna add) reacting to their s/o running their fingers through their hair and wanting to take care if them and just generally doting on them. Treating them like the royalty they are.

Running your fingers through their hair.

FEATURES: crowley eusford, lacus welt, basteya irclu, urd geales, ky luc

CW: none

WC: 600

NOTES: this is kinda an adorable idea ngl

Decided to take the opportunity to do some characters I usually don’t do, and Ky ig?? Idk

This has been living in my drafts for a while I thought I'd finish it since yes (*￣︶￣) lmao it's two a.m. my brain is shutting down

crowley eusford

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Doesn't actively seek it out or drag it on, but doesn't deny he enjoys it.

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Probably not used to being on the receiving end? At least not as like an affectionate thing But also doesn't have the energy of someone who would do it to you either tbh 💀

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 The one thing he would ask you to do is braid his hair, since it would be nice if you did it for him instead, a little extra care and you can pretty easily convince him to let you do it all the time

lacus welt

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 He doesn’t really have much to do throughout the day sometimes, so having you there with him to give him affection in the midst of boredom would be nice, very much enjoys it when you play with his hair.

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Lacus likes it in private too, there doesn't really need to be a reason for him to let you let his hair down and stroke his hair, maybe some head scratches (ﾉ´∀｀*) he seems like a headscratch enjoyer tbh

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Honestly seems like he'd like it and probably wants you to paint his nails for him, like just a casual thing you do sometimes, when the last session's nail polish is almost or completely gone you pick him out a new colour together and make his nails pretty (*￣︶￣)

basteya irclu

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Fairly indifferent, but lets you anyway. They wouldn’t actively seek you out to be coddled, at least at first this is definitely not going to last 💀

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 They’d grow more attached to it (and you) with time and it would start to become more distracting to them as they slowly ease into entertaining your whims some more

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Likes to deny that they don’t enjoy it too much, and that this is solely for you that they let you run your fingers through their hair and whisper sweet things to them, at the same time telling you that this is the least of what they deserve considering that they’re very busy and supposedly shouldn’t be paying attention to what you’re doing right now

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 They would start to request that you do it more, but you might have to ask and convince them a bit to get them to do it back

urd geales

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Likes it, it’s relaxing, he can admit that much, he’s a big kid he’s too damn old to be flirting around it

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 It’s a bit of an indulgence to him though, like he’ll only let you when he has time, there’s not much work to be done, and the little there is left can wait for you, especially if you've been waiting patiently for him to let you for a while

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 It's during the one time he gets to wind down and relax with you, so of course he enjoys letting you pamper him ♡ able to let go for a while and maybe let you mess up his hair a bit, as long as you fix it after (ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

ky luc

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 I've been waiting for this one uhuhu ☆(≧∀≦*)ﾉ Ky very much loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, it gives him tingles up his spine.

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 It’s definitely a cuddling activity, starts off intentional and deliberate and slowly fades into the background, the kind of thing you do on repeat so much you forget you’re doing it, but he loves it sm you can’t just rob him of it

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Easily the most pushy, but also very eager to return the favour, a little gesture of trying to share something that makes him happy with you so you can understand it and hopefully get a little joy out of it too (*￣︶￣) ♡

[beehindblueeyes]

Fandom issues- That ship thing

I held back for a WHILE making a post about this stuff. I didn’t want to make a emotionally charged post where I throw up my emotions on a page and get people even more upset then they are. I’m still very much frustrated with this but I’m going to try and give a more objective stance. This is all coming from someone who watches from the sidelines of everything and has watched both sides. (I am not coming for you or any individual this is a full scale critique of the whole thing. Please do not bounce back at me)

Cw!

- Pedophilia mentions/concerning age gap

- X reader (for legal reasons this is a joke)



This is mainly about Grabber X reader and the whole grabber x kids fiasco.

I’m going to take a page out of the grabber peoples book with this

There is a difference

First things first. Literally all X reader have a level of ooc so far that they’re basically not the orignal character. This goes for whoever you use. Like it is a fantasy fufuillment thing. It’s about writing who you want more then it ever was the character (no offense, it’s just never been my cup of tea and this is what I really notice about it? If it’s not like that for you I’m sorry but for this senerio stick with me). Their version of the grabber is more of the guy from 50 shades then a pedophile killer.

I’m not saying I agree with it or that it’s “ok because we changed it” or “oh what about people who like Micheal Myers” (first off different thing. Al is not a slasher or monster omg) just that there is a undeniable difference than doing al x Finn which is people expressly wanting that age gap - grown man x child situation.

Get off the high horse

At the same time however X reader people have been spending 60% of their time constructing straw men more than writing anymore. I do not agree with harassment campaigns or telling people to Kys but - I wasn’t in those circles to witness that or have I seen any major harassment post in a long time?

Most..is anon asks going “hey you know he likes kids right” and then a snarky, high horse reply from the accounts acting either as the pillar of being or as the helpless victim

Chose one. I swear-

Also a absolute need to say everyone’s calling them out but not the Al x Finn or other kid people when ??? NO?! See… everyone makes a call out , blocks and simply moves on! Probably what they did with you so that’s why you don’t see anyone calling it out because we have and we blocked! Easy.

Also people actively yell and call out people sexulizing the kids all the time

Ignore them -

See now this part I’ve seen being done with the Al x Finn people. Mass block or ignore them. Don’t touch a single post. Don’t send a ask. Don’t yell at them, don’t look at them or even try to change their mind. You won’t. Like x reader people all you do is make them more and more upset and pushing themselves back into their little communities and they lash out (again not saying these two groups are on the same level but they do both have a childish reaction to being told it’s wrong to like or babyfy a child predator in that way).

Seriously! You see these accounts trying to promote it on the tag wirh…no interaction. A mass silent game because they’re blocked or ignored and that’s what I need X reader people to understand. No action in this case IS action. If they have no one- they’ll leave. Simple.

Again the need to specify

Grabber X Reader’s main issue is straw men and a superiority complex.

Al x Finns issue is a- well actual pedo behavior.

*also for the love of god Al is not a slasher he’s a man with a knife and a van. He’s a spree killer not freddy Kruger.

[bloodpenned]

🔮 Anon: What's that? "I also have ideas for hysterical Kylar" you say? By all means, share them!! 💗😈I adore the idea of extremely clingy characters who shatter when they're apart from you... blowing up your phone, crying and broken, convincing themselves they've done something wrong ... growing desperate, willing to do anything to make up for perceived slights ... 😩 please share your ideas; I'd love to hear them! 💖💖

these are some general high jealousy kylar hcs i have! they totally don't kind of fall apart nooooo some of these kinda tie into some appearance hcs i have for ky but yeah ! cw: selfharm, stalking, manipulation/guilttripping

In this state, Kylar is very emotionally unstable. There are moments where they're convinced they're the one at fault, where they'll bawl their eyes out while wracking their brain over what they did wrong. Retracing their steps and interactions again and again. But they come up empty. At that point, they will definitely blow up your phone. Begging you for forgiveness, asking you how they can make it up to you, promising to do whatever... They'll tell you whatever you want to hear. However, there are also times that they're angry at you for denying all of their efforts. For pushing them away when they're so clearly hurting. This is when they clutch at straws. It's not that they want to cause you pain, they by no means enjoy it, but if the only way of having you is under their knife or tied up... Well, Kylar will take it over not having you at all.

If they discover you're quick to feel guilty when they're upset, they'll exploit that. It's not quite with malicious intent, they're just so desperate for your attention that they'll use any means at their disposal. Having you comfort them makes them feel fuzzy. Still, you'll need some grand displays of love to get them anywhere close to calming down. Just being nice for a bit won't get you anywhere in the long term. Once you start hanging out with someone else or focus on your studies, just anything that takes your mind off of them, and they'll feel left behind. What Kylar feels towards you is obsession, even if they believe it to be love. Everything else in their life pales in comparison to you and your presence, your attention gives them a high like nothing else. (And nothing makes them as sick as your absence.) You'll be their first choice forever and always. Them not being your priority in everyday life will make them believe you aren't in love with them, and they're quicker to draw this conclusion when they're already very jealous. No matter what you claim through words.

When you're getting along with them, they take better care of themselves. Unfortunately, the opposite is also true. Kylar's got bags under their eyes they don't bother to hide. Since they can't remember the last time they took a shower, it's no surprise their hair is so greasy that it sticks to their forehead. They reek of chemicals. (And when they don't, it's the smell of sweat that clings to them instead.) Nails are bitten short. Their skin's breaking out and they can't stop picking at it, scabs covering their face and leaving scars. School work is about the last thing on their mind. Their grades have been dropping to miserable results. Petals spill out of their locker, courtesy of all the flowers they've stolen from the orphanage yard.

They prevent you from looking at their sketchbook without them around, or keep a seperate one at home. For good reason. It's not just filled with sketches of you anymore, or funny drawings to pull a smile on your face. Kylar vents through art, twitchy scribbles of them hurting the ones you are closest to, of winning you like they deserve. They vomit their intrusive thoughts out on paper for temporary relief. (Maybe, once, there's something quick and messy of you with their knife to your throat, against a wall. But once their anger faded, it made them sick and tear up. They scribbled over it again and again and again until their pen cut through the paper, then threw it away.)

Rather than just stealing your underwear, don't put it past them to steal a whole outfit of yours. (If you just held them for once, they wouldn't need to.) They'll dress themselves up in it and curl up in their bed, hugging a pillow to their chest while closing their eyes. If they empty their mind and take a deep breath, they can almost pretend you're cuddled up against them instead.

Kylar also spends a lot of their free time stalking your social media. They're refreshing it every couple of minutes despite having notifications on, screenshotting every post you make. But that's also true for them at lower jealousy. Now though, they also really want to know who you're talking to privately. It eats away at them. At least in real life, they can see it when your eyes wander to someone else. You're going to get a lot of notifs of attempted logins. Besides that, they'll create fake accounts purely to interact with you, try to just flirt or become friends with you. They have to know your responses, whether you reject these strangers or go along with their advances.

i repeat: selfharm cw.

They'll push themselves to extremes to make their devotion clear, to prove to you they're worthier of your love than anyone else. Kylar tugs you aside in school one day, not to pull at your clothes or yank you into a kiss but to show you something special. With trembling fingers and an even shakier smile, they lift up their shirt. Your name is cut into their stomach. The wounds are shallow, but red and swollen around the edges. D-do you get it now? They'd do anything for you!! They care more about you than anyone else!!! Would they do something like this?! They get no enjoyment from the pain, only the thought of you pulls them through it. But there's a part of them that hopes it scars.

[epickiya722]

In regards to the Anon, as a fan and a multishipper, while the stakes are high for the Big Three in the manga right now … they are all significant characters. Having significant quirks that are useful in battle, support, offense/defense, etc. If either one of them died by the act of heroism and self sacrificing because heroes save, I would cry. Horikoshi as the author and the creator has given us something we don’t deserve. We’re able see characters far and wide with different perspectives and quirks in a society that has a black and white, hero and villain ideology. The Anon shouldn’t be rowdy and so hateful and have a bad attitude. While yes I’m suffering with the situation in the manga right now, we don’t need useless slander especially in a time we’re in right now in real time (cw: abortion, gun violence, government issues). Just let people enjoy the media that they like, even the shippy part too. We need something to consider as escapism or something as a fan found family/ fan haven.

(Also sorry for writing so much shsjsjjsjsjs. Anyways Anon screw you. My TEDTalk is done).

EXACTLY!!! ALL OF THIS!!

(I pardon my language for the rest of this post and the length, I did not expect for it to get this long.)

I don't think these anons get that, yes while you're entitled to have your opinions, you're not entitled to make everyone else's lives miserable because you think it's funny.

That's why I cannot respect these kind of people.

They come into people's inboxes with these "opinions" like they're so important and should be held with regard to please them or simply to be jerks.

I have seen anons tell people "you ship BkDk, kys" and for what? Some people can just laugh it off because they know that anon is simply being stupid. But there are people who indeed suicidal.

It's not cool to tell someone "kys" when one, you don't know what the hell that person is going through. That person is probably watching a series to escape what they're going through and that anon, that bitch of an anon, will ruin the whole experience for them. And for what?

A joke? Because you can't handle people having different tastes than you? Or because you're just an ass? Maybe all three!!

Again, it's why I think anti-anons are the lowest of the low in fandoms. They start trouble and don't even think about their actions and how it can affect others. They get absolutely no respect for me.

Telling people that their comfort character should die or their ship sucks is a real bitch move.

If Horikoshi decides to kill off a character that I like, yes I will indeed mourn. That character could have been my comfort character. However, I have fix-it fics at the end of the day to make me feel better.

But for some dumbass anon to come into my inbox, anyone's inbox to be like "oh this character should die, they're carried by shipping" is worse than anything Horikoshi could do. He's providing us with a story for us to use as an escape from reality (even if sometimes it can hit a little close to home). Yet these anons can't allow that. They're ruining the fun for others.

And about the "carried by shipping thing"? Oh my gosh, I find that so hilarious when they use that. A lot of people will tell people "you should take off the shipping goggles" but be the same people who use the "carried by shipping" phrase. Seems like you need to take those goggles off. Because, yeah, I am a multishipper. But I'm also someone who can appreciate a character without the ships I put them in.

These anons really be the only people that seem to have on their shipping goggles permanently glued to their face.

[tarosin]

cw: suicide mention

let’s have a serious conversation as i’m very disappointed, if you’re caught up on my page you’ll know a few days ago my work was stolen and wasn’t dealt with in the best way, this situation was sorted out early hours of this morning however a few moments ago i noticed that someone made a very disrespectful troll account just to tell the person who used my work to commit suicide this is the entire reason i didn’t personally hand out their @ and didnt answer the people in my inbox asking for it. i want to make it clear i do not tolerate this behaviour and if i find out who made the account you will be blocked so you cannot see my work, i don’t want you here. the person made a mistake and apologised straight away and deleted the imagine the moment i told them to. if you’re the person who told them to “kys” you are not welcome on my page. the incident was sorted out there’s no need to escalate the situation. because of this i’m adding a new boundary do not speak or send hate on my behalf if you see my work has been posted let me know i will sort it out. - Abi