#didnt realise i had such strong feelings here

[messrsrarchives]

opinions on lemsip!??????

,,,, the. the cold and flu drink thingy??

not a fan. no actually, i'm an avid hater. "you're sick? :( do you want this gross fucking battery acid ass imitation of lemon? i'm sure you'll feel so much better :D"

fucking hate lemsip why did you remind me of this

[sheepispink]

FALLING

COD MASTERLIST

pairings: (lieutenant) simon ghost riley x (sergeant) reader

Summary: after your previous encounter with Ghost, he’s become a little more comfortable around you as have you. However, he hadnt realised just how much his thoughts had extended over to you until you almost get hurt on a mission you’re both on.

technically related fic but dont have to read first, here.

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Ghost is supposed to be on watch but he cant help but let his gaze drift over to where you lay on the floor in the sleeping bag, right beside Soap and all your gear. Ever since your interaction not too long ago, he’s had a small little feeling of protectiveness over you. He couldnt stop it from forming every time he witnessed you in a vulnerable state— he knew you could handle yourself exceptionally well and yet he didnt want you to; he should be doing all the work.

After the hornet incident you were on good terms despite how awkward you acted the days following. It was unbelievable he had reduced this strong sergeant to a flustered mess just by mentioning the date it had occurred. Infact you began to come to him for a few other things aswell, beginning to feel more comfortable with him by the day.

Though he had quickly let the stern lieutenant get to the best of him, mixing too far with the protectiveness he feels over you and he fears he’s crumpled up everything that had only just been built.

21:00

Ghost watches the time tick into place on his watch right as you finally enter those safehouse doors which you should’ve been at an hour ago. A stray Private follows behind you, supposed to be a part of a team that was far from the frontlines. Being in the military, nothing is ever completely predictable and as per usual, you were rational with every caution you took in retrieving the soldier from where he trembled behind the rocks. Soap closes the door behind you as you send a small glare towards Ghost, ushering the Private to the corner of the small warehouse where there was a dusty couch. They had injured their leg whilst receiving intercepted orders and running off into the field. Yes, they should’ve listened more carefully and followed their specific training but you’re not about to hold their life over a small mistake like that.

Gaz helps you with this whilst the room falls deathly quiet apart from Soap’s small chatter with Ghost to break the tension. Once you finally have him settled, you walk back over to where the rest stand, Ghost still narrowing his gaze sharply at you. “You ‘ight, lass?” You nod in response to Soap, giving him a small smile as you pull off the helmet on your head, taking a long breath since all you’ve felt for the past four hours is pure adrenaline. “Yeah, you look like you’re in one piece too. When will the Captain be here?” Soap shrugs, flopping down onto one of the old couches positioned in the room before dismantling his gun, a trait he always holds when he grows particularly bored. “Who knows, he’ll radio in soon enough.” You hum in response, about to take a seat as well when Gaz walks over, his hands shoved into his pockets.

“That soldier will be fine but he’ll need to see a medic when we get back.”

“Good, i knew going back—“

Ghost’s sharp voice cuts through the air, cutting you off immediately as he stands before you.

“It was a stupid idea.” He says gruffly, eyes boring into where you stand, even if you refuse to face him right now. “It was the right thing to do.” He scoffs lowly at your words, stepping forward to you as he crosses his arms over his chest, making you finally turn to look up at him. “You could’ve died, for a damn private.”

“He’s not a private, Ghost, he’s a human.”

“So are the enemies, will you save them too? Will you spare their lives?”

“That’s not the same and you know it. It doesn't matter, I knew what I was doing and we’re both fine.”

“You didnt know what the hell you were doing.”

He says lowly as he steps right up to you, anger written in his gaze as his voice turns sharper than usual. “Ghost— isnt this getting a wee bit too far?”

Soap cuts in, sitting up as he watches the pair of you go head to head. “Shove a glove in it, Johnny. Did you see what they did? Fuckin’ up and turned around like no one’s business. Even you didn't know where they went.”

Soap sighs, rubbing his temples with the pads of his fingers at this stupid argument. “Ghost, the man was barely in the other building, it’s not like she went through the jungle to find ‘im. Besides, she contacted us on the comms like minutes after.”

Ghost is about to retaliate when Price enters, causing the scene to fall quiet. “Enough chatter boys, Ghost, Soap, i need you ‘ere now.”

The tension couldn’t even be cut by Soap’s small jests, and Ghost had nonverbally been chosen to take the first watch. However, it was growing closer to the time for the take over, Soap meaning to take his place and Ghost would take the sleeping bag beside you. If this was three months ago, he would’ve just slept elsewhere, however if this was yesterday, he would’ve laid beside you without a second thought, allowing you his sleeping bag which is far bigger than your own.

Now he only gets the luxury in his mind, knowing there’s no way he could consider laying beside you now after he’d spoken out so harshly like that towards you. The rustle of the sleeping bag is heard as Soap rolls his up, tucking it beneath his arm before walking over to Ghost. “Yer turn, mate. Don’t snore all over the lass.” His voice clears up quickly from the grogginess he felt before— a key trait of surviving the military life. Ghost can only nod, his boots loud against the wooden flooring before he purposefully quietens them when he nears your sleeping form. It takes him a moment to roll out his sleeping bag, not that he’d even get underneath the layers. When he finally gets comfortable he just glances over at you, your sleeping face so upclose and yet it’s not even a time he feels as if he deserves such a sight. The air is quiet, one that he usually finds deadly since nothing good ever comes out of silence. You hand rests a tad out of your sleeping bag, fingers wrapped around the edge as you lay there soundly and he cant stop himself, letting out a tiny sigh as he places his gloved hand gently above yours.

Ghost had always been too perceptive for his own good, so he had noticed straight away when your finger twitched, eyelash flickering quietly. The slight bump of your throat bobbing gave it away.

“I know you’re awake.” His voice cant rid of it’s familiar gruffness, no matter how much he tries to soften his blow on you. You know you cant hide for much longer so you turn, your back facing him to prove your current feelings towards him. “It wasnt like that.”

He lets out a long sigh, sounding more like a huff than anything, before he moves to lay down right behind you, staring up at the ceiling.

“I’m not your team— you don't get to control me.”

You murmur out, clearly having been unable to sleep for the past hour or so by how awake you sound. “Yes you are.” He lets out a proper scoff now, his eyebrows knitting together beneath the mask, almost in pure annoyance of your words. “You’re under my command and that means I keep you safe.” He says firmly not allowing any room for complaint, though when you fall quiet and don’t argue he cant help but feel like he worded that all wrong. He’s too rough, too straight and stiff for this— for any sort of soft blow.

“I.. Yelling at you did no good, I know. You just need to understand that what you did was dangerous.”

He says, voice a little quieter yet no less scoff than before. “He needed help, i couldnt just leave him behind.” It was always you and your lack of selfishness, he’d be damned before you ever left someone who could’ve been saved. You’ve always been like this, too good and yet just as bad as the other sergeants here— he has no idea how you still manage to keep that will in your heart. All he knows is that without your will, his would disappear too, so he cant just let you go like that.

“Fine. Turn back when you want to, hell, even go guns blazing.” He says, almost sarcastic with the way he crosses his arms over his chest which puffs out with each remark. “But not without me. Tell me where you are, and i’m coming too.” He pauses, glancing over at you as you lay stiffly. “None of us fights alone.”

You can’t just ignore that, cant just ignore the way he indirectly apologised for his actions and even went as far as to make it better. You had thought he was being cruel, calling you reckless when that is the very opposite of your entire life goal. But now, after those words, you cant help but roll back over to face him once more.

“Really?” Your voice is far lighter than his could ever be and he only nods, still staring up at the rusty ceiling. “Yeah. I trust you to keep us all safe, but that doesn't mean you have to go alone..”

Those three words are enough to quell any resentment you had held in your heart for the past hour, instantly dissipating in mere seconds. It made sense now, he never thought you were stupid and you has risked the team. No, he thought you risked yourself, and he didnt like that. He knew you were capable, he just didnt want to test that boundary with just every chance possible.

“You win.” You grumble, shuffling up to him on the dusty sleeping bags as you lay your head near his chest, just like many nights prior. He raises a brow at your sudden change in demeanour, before just eventually deciding to leave you be. He got what he wanted, he supposes. “I don't know what you’re talking about, Sarge.”

“Night, Ghost.”

“…Night, love.” He murmurs, laying an arm just around your shoulders, the warmth of his body exuding onto yours before he whispers out one last time. “I’ve always got your back.”

[hyuniemyunie]

holding bruce while he cries ☆ミ

and then making him cum oops.

sub bruce wayne x gn dom reader

nsfw

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(ФωФ): big man in your lap, dry humping, clothed..stuff, bruce cumming in his pants, bruce crying!!!

lawd help this is kinda long😭😭 i write for everything mentioned in my pinned list, so dont be surprised if i post for a lot of characters/fandoms<3 if u saw any typos..no u didnt..

(I'll get to yalls requests soon after im done with exams!<3)

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the Batcave was silent except for the soft hum of the machinery and the occasional beep of the monitors. Bruce sat in front of the computer, his back hunched, eyes bloodshot from hours of working, but he wasn’t focused on the screen. His mind raced with the weight of his responsibilities, the guilt, the constant need to protect Gotham that never seemed to let up. The mask he wore as Batman was always on, even in moments of exhaustion.

You had been quietly watching him from the shadows for a while, your heart aching for him. You could see the strain on his face, the toll his double life had taken on him. He was never the one to ask for help, to let someone in. But you could tell he needed it, needed to be held.

Without a word, you approached him, your steps soft and measured. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, feeling the tense muscles under his suit. “Bruce,” you whispered, your voice warm and full of concern. “You’ve been at this for too long. You need to rest.”

He didn’t respond, his jaw clenched as if holding back the flood of emotions threatening to spill over. The weight of everything—Alfred’s death, the countless battles, the endless loss—was suffocating him, and he didn’t know how to let go of it. He wasn’t used to showing weakness, not even in front of you.

You gently knelt in front of him, your hand softly cupping his face, urging him to look at you. “Bruce, it’s okay,” you murmured, your voice tender, full of love, something bruce wasn't used to. “You don’t have to carry all of this by yourself.”

For a moment, Bruce’s eyes flickered, and his chest tightened. He wanted to say something, to deny the raw ache in his heart, but the words got stuck in his throat. The walls he had built around himself started to crack, the dam he had carefully constructed to keep his emotions in check beginning to crumble.

Your thumb brushed over his cheek, a soothing gesture, and that was all it took. His shoulders shook as he let out a ragged breath, and before he could stop himself, tears welled up in his eyes. The dam had broken, and he couldn’t hold it in any longer, he trusted you enough to cry in front of you.

He buried his face in your hands, the flood of emotions too much to contain. “I can’t… I can’t do this anymore,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, raw with pain. “I’m so tired, I’ve lost too much.”

Without a second thought, you pulled him into your arms, your embrace warm and comforting “Shh,” you whispered, gently rocking him back and forth. "You’re not alone. I’m here, always.”

He leaned fully against your body, letting you hold most of his weight as the weeks, months, years of pent-up emotions poured out of him. The words of comfort were like daggers to his weary heart. He'd never been on the receiving end of that kind of affection. He'd gone so long without it. He craved it far more than he'd realised.

Bruce clung to you, his hands gripping you tightly as if you were the only thing holding him together. He wasn’t Batman in this moment. He wasn’t the stoic, unshakable Bruce Wayne. He was just a man, broken and exhausted, seeking solace in your arms. The tears came harder now, and he let them fall, not bothering to hide his vulnerability anymore.

You stroked his hair, your touch soft and calming. “It’s okay to cry,” you whispered. “You’ve been through so much, and you’re so, so strong.”

He shook his head against your shoulder, the weight of his grief too much to bear. “I should’ve done more,” he whispered. “I should’ve saved them. I should’ve been stronger.”

“No,” you said firmly, your voice soft but resolute. “You did everything you could. You can’t save everyone, Bruce. But you’ve done more for Gotham than anyone ever could. And I’m so proud of you.”

The words were like a balm to his raw soul, soothing the pain and quieting the thoughts screaming in his head — the ones telling him to pull away, to get a hold of himself, to stop acting like a child, to stop needing things. Still, he didn't speak. Instead, Bruce squeezed you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck and simply letting himself cry.

your words, full of warmth and reassurance, wrapped around him like a blanket, soothing the pain he had carried for so long. He pulled back slightly, his tear-streaked face searching you eyes, looking for something, anything.

You cupped his face gently, your thumb brushing away the tears. “You’re my sweet boy,” you murmured, your voice filled with so much love. “You’ve done enough. You’ve given everything. And now, you deserve to rest, okay?"

Bruce let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering closed as he allowed himself to finally relax into your embrace. For the first time in what felt like forever, he wasn’t the Dark Knight. He wasn’t the protector of Gotham. He was just Bruce, a man in need of comfort, and you were there to give it.

your arms wrapped around him again, holding him close, your body warmth radiating through him like a beacon. “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. He whimpered at the kiss, shuddering as the simple action sent a pleasant tingle through his body. His eyes were still shut tight, unable to bring himself to look at you.

In the back of his mind, Bruce was mortified by his behaviour. Sure, he wasn't exactly crying in public, but he'd never had this kind of breakdown before either. He couldn't help the little flicker of embarrassment that rose in him.

"just stay here, with me."

He nodded, pressing himself closer to you, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck in a bid to get as close as possible. He could just stay like this, he thought. He'd stay here forever, if you let him. Bruce sniffled slightly, trying and failing to keep the little whimpers of distress from escaping. He was a grown man, goddamnit, crying like a child in the arms of a pretty person. after a moment, you finally spoke, looking down at his hunched figure "you okay baby?"

He stayed silent for a moment, his face half buried in your hair. The sobs had stopped, leaving him with a raw feeling in his throat. He opened his mouth, letting out a hoarse and unstead-sounding 'yeah'. The urge to look at you welled in his chest, and he finally raised his head. His eyes stung, and he could only imagine the absolutely pathetic expression he must have.

yet you just looked at him..lovingly, as if he was actually worth caring for.

He was immediately struck by the expression on your face. No mockery, no disgust, no pity. Just a fondness in your eyes that Bruce hadn't ever seen directed at him. nothing genuine, anyway.

His chest ached, both in a good and bad way. Bruce blinked, leaning into you.

"I.." He started, voice hoarse, not being able to finish. he muttered a curse under his breath, frustrated by his inability to get past the lump in his throat.

"shut up, pretty boy, just let me cuddle you" you said with a little grin, a teasing glint in your eyes as you softly pinched his cheek Another huff slipped from his lips, but he couldn't help the reluctant half-smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth at your words. He still didn't lift his eyes to meet yours, the shame of his previous breakdown still too fresh inside him.

"You're not going to let this go.." he mumbled, shifting his body slightly. He wasn't technically in your lap, but you were still holding most of his weight.

"come on, relax, it's just us two, no one else.." you said with a shrug

This time, the almost-smile on his face turned into a full-fledged one. He lifted his gaze once more, looking to you for probably the first time in years without a sense of anger or caution.

"Just us two," he repeated, the foreign feeling of ease filling his chest. He took a breath, before adding; "Not Batman, yeah."

"you know, I've been wanting to do a thing for a while.."

before he could even process your sentence, you sat down on his chair, and grabbed him by the hips, pulling him down towards you. He let out a slightly strangled noise as he suddenly found himself in your lap.

"What are you-," he started, but you'd gotten the exact reaction you wanted from him. In his current position, his knees were on either side of your legs, and he was essentially straddling you. his body was..a bit too big to properly fit on your lap, and his weight was giving you a bit of a struggle. but some sacrifices must be made to have a beefy man in your lap, yeah?

"comfy?"you said, your voice smug as hell, too smug for his liking.

He spluttered, a blush staining his cheeks. He was, admittedly, comfy. He'd never sat on someone's lap like this before, so he wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself, and he could clearly see his body's... reaction to this new development. yes, he was hard. He looked away, trying to hide his blush and hoping you wouldn't notice the bulge pressing against your leg. "You're too much," he muttered gruffly.

and to his horror, you looked down and noticed exactly what you shouldn't have, his raging boner. god, this was embarrassing. He flinched, the stare making his blush deepen even more. He didn't mean for you to see quite what his body was doing, but it seemed he didn't have much choice in control at the moment.

".... I can't help it," he muttered defensively, still refusing to look at you.

you huffed out a laugh, arching a brow as you looked at him with the most amused expression you could.

"you got hard over..sitting on my lap?"

He muttered something under his breath, something that sounded like 'I'm a man, aren't I?'. He shifted again, trying to move slightly away from you, but your hands kept him firmly in place. He still refused to look at you, or even in your direction. "It's... been a while," he admitted with a frustrated huff of breath. well, yeah, it has been. no sex, no touching himself. if he didn't need to pee, he'd forget he even has a dick. so of course he's..sensitive.

you only looked up at him with a smug expression that made his blood boil, that damn smirk-

but then, you just..rolled your hips up like it was nothing. He let out a strangled 'ngh' at the friction he got from that, and his hands scrambled to balance himself by grabbing your shoulders.

Bruce shot you an irritated look — more for the fact that you seemed to be enjoying this than the action itself. "Stop that," he huffed, but his voice held a desperate whine. He swallowed thickly, the situation becoming even more uncomfortable by the second. the more you kept moving, the more uncomfortable he became.

you felt good against him. Really good.

He gripped your tighter, the redness of his face spreading down further. "You're a nuisance." he muttered, but the words had no bite behind them.

"Am i? you seem to be enjoying this a lot, bruce, I'm not even doing anything."

He bit the inside of his lip, letting out a shuddering gasp. His fingers dug harder into your shoulders, struggling to keep up his already flimsy balance. Bruce let out a whimper, unable to do much but let you have your way. He wanted — no, needed — more friction than what he was getting, but he had no idea what to do.

He took in a shuddering breath, a whine slipping past his lips. He shifted in your lap, trying to find a better position. He let out another gasp as your jeans pressed right against him, his hands clenching even tighter.

He couldn't look at you, could only focus on the friction as slowly, hesitantly, he found a rhythm to thrust against you, his dick rubbing painfully against the fabric of his suit.

"God," he choked out, his breathing ragged.

"you're acting like a virgin, bruce" you rolled your hips up to meet his grinding, earning a hitched moan from him, making him bite his lower lip, hard. "gonna cum in your pants too?"

He whimpered at your words, shuddering at the heat rushing through his body. He already felt like he was on the verge of coming, and they'd barely done anything. He'd spent so long without being touched by anyone, that the smallest thing was sending him over the edge. he was just so, so sensitive.

"Stop... talking," he panted, his breath hitching with every movement. "I won't... finish in my pants." He tried to sound as confident as possible, but he didn't really convince himself. he was absolutely gonna finish in his pants.

He groaned, the heat from his blush making him feel like he was burning up. He was already so close, and he'd hardly done anything. If your words weren't enough to push him over the edge, the mental image of what he must look like certainly would.

"Nn... please," he mumbled, the word turning into a whine at the end. He was barely holding on as it was.

"please, what? you need to tell me and use your big boy words, bruce"

he whined, letting his head drop to the crook of your neck as he spoke, voice barely above a whisper

"wanna cum.."

you chuckled, your hands going to rest on the firm muscles of his ass, giving them a squeeze "thats a good boy."

He practically let out a sob at your words, the combination of everything finally getting too much. He buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck, desperate to muffle his moans into something, anything to stop him from giving everything away. In that moment, Bruce Wayne, the billionaire and famous vigilante, was a shaking, whining mess, trying his hardest not to cum in his pants like a fucking virgin

you got tired of all his panting and whining, deciding to finally make him cum. you grabbed his hair, pulling back hard, his response to that was immediate. A strangled cry escaped him, his fingers clinging to you as his body tensed, shuddering harshly as he came in his pants, wetting the front of it

Bruce slumped against you, breathing heavy and shaking. Humiliation crashed down over him like a bucket of icy water.

Even as he came down slowly from the high, the heat in his cheeks reignited. He lifted his head, looking down at his pants, then quickly looked away. He couldn't bring himself to look at it — how embarrassing. The wet patch on the front of his pants only made him feel more embarrassment, and he let out a low whine, burying his head back into your neck, damn his size, he couldn't even hide himself.

"none of that, look at the mess you made, bruce." you grabbed his hair, pulling his head back and forcing him to look at the mess he made

He let out another low whimper when you pulled his hair, so he had no choice but to pull his head back. He hesitantly looked down at his pants again, the damp patch on the front an obvious sign of what had just happened.

Bruce's breath hitched in his chest, and his fingers curled into your clothes again. "... I'm a mess.." he mumbled, his voice a whisper.

[irl-w0lverine]

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pairing : luke cooper x reader

Content : fluff

A/n : sorry for disappearing 😓 ive been slightly busy and havent had any ideas. I would normally stick to only ahs or twd fics but i finished the office for the billionth time and wanted to make a luke one

Not proofread!

It was a usual day in the office, everyone around you picking up phonecalls and mindlessly typing away on their keyboards. You however weren't doing either, extremely groggy from the stormy morning and the fact that the coffee was also late didnt help due to it being the only source of energy you can get right now.

After a few minutes of continuously glancing at the door, Luke finally arrives.

"coffee monkeys here." He sighs, holding a couple trays of coffee. Everyone swarms around him like bees, groans of disappointment and frustrated complaints erupting from the huddle as everyone finds out their orders are wrong.

You slowly emerge from your chair, having a strong feeling that yours is gonna be just like everyone elses. As you take your coffee out of its tray and put it up to your lips, you notice Luke glances over at you with a small smirk, observing your moves. Why is he doing that?

Everyone starts to retreat back to their desks as you take a sip. Your eyes imediately meet his, a twinge of suprise hidden in your eyes as the taste is exactly what you asked for.

"Dont let anyone know.. They might uh... Scold me for it" He says with a small chuckle and an awkward smile.

"Holy shit, how did you remember? This is exactly what i asked for!" A small smile gracing your lips, a rare sight that barely anyone in the workplace sees.

"Yours is just a simple order, easier to remember than others" You can see how nonchalant hes trying to act, the proximity between the two of you closer than realised.

"Thank you! Im so happy i could probably kiss you or something!" It was a small gesture he had done but after the morning you had, this had made it so much better. You hadn't fully realised what you said but luke definitely did, his cheeks flushed a pink colour.

"Uh.. What?" He mumbles, making you realise what you said.

"s-.. sorry uhm... that uh... Slipped out" You cant help but feel extremely embarrassed.. But you sure weren't gonna take your words back. Despite how annoying luke sometimes is, your feelings for him are obvious to everyone in the office but him. Wether your sneaking glances at him or how your body language changes while talking to him, everyone always notices.

"oh.. Ok" His eyes avoiding yours, his tone almost.. Disappointed?

A/n: ending on a slight cliffhanger, if this does well then ill possibly write a pt2! Kinda rushed it so i apologise for poor Writing!

Thank you for reading! <3

[genderqueerdykes]

wanted to throw my own two cents of experience in and thank you for your post about how people are fucking stupid when it comes to the fact that yeah no shit police arent a reliable source for statistics Even When It Comes To Trans Men/Mascs, Actually. the bitterly funny thing is i saw it the same day i got hit in a hit and run and i was honest to god glad there werent traffic police around because where i live theres a damn good chance bordering on guarantee i wouldve gotten arrested for being trans instead and that wouldve been goddamn horrible. it didnt land me in the hospital but im still recovering and it fucking sucks. people arent just thoeretical assholes about this theyre being directly fucking cruel and i hope they realise it at least. sorry for throwing all this at you i just. turns out i still have strong feelings about it

it disturbs me deeply when queers throw around ACAB and fuck 12 and then mysteriously become the world's biggest suck ups to the police state in a matter of nanoseconds

i don't know how to tell people that police statistics have never been and will never be accurate. they're not even right for statistics on the violence trans women and fems face due to the sheer number of trans women and fems who are misgendered in their own police reports as well. i'm not sure why people think police statistics are a good source of information for anything. there are so many more trans women and fems that we know of who are facing violent crime every day. this means the exact same thing is going on for trans men and other trans people as well.

people don't realize that trans men and mascs can still get arrested by virtue of being trans because they suck up to heavily skewed police statistics that misgender us at all costs. we are STILL seen as crossdressing women by most law officials in most areas, even in places like the united states. if we're not seen as crossdressing women, we're often seen as trans women and treated accordingly.

it doesn't matter what crimes are involved, the trans man or masc will almost always get misgendered no matter what. it's ruthless. even if our names and gender markers are changed, we'll still get misgendered, especially if they find a trans man or masc with breasts and/or a vagina. what transandrophobes won't tell you is that when trans men with breasts and vaginas are found, they're more often than not sexually assaulted by the cops involved. and it doesn't get reported on. because why would cops rat on themselves?

i'm really sorry this happened to you, but i'm glad you're alright all things considered. i hope things go well with your recovery and that you don't have to deal with anything like this again. i really don't know how anyone who loves to parrot ACAB can, with good conscience, site police reports as a trustworthy source of information on literally anything.

YEP, exactly. i've personally had issues with this, but in reverse.

speaking of violence from intimate partners, i tried to get a restraining order against one of my exes because he broke my leg, but because we were both trans men, none of them took it seriously. in the rare cases that we ARE seen as men, it's always used against us. nobody took my complaints seriously because i'm a masculine man, and my ex was a man, and in their eyes, men can't abuse each other- that's just "normal" for men, men hit each other. like. trans men aren't benefiting from patriarchy, here. trans men who are perceived as men receieve 0 help in domestic violence situations. absolutely none. because "men can't be abused".

[jhoneybees]

Little Precious.

Hey lovelies!!! Here's a cute little fic, just getting back into the groove now so for the ones waiting on requests, thank you so so much for waiting, I will get to them very soon😭🫂

The song in the fic:

Characters: Early!70s X innocent!reader

Warnings/triggers: scolding, crying, slight name calling, mostly fluff though :)

Tags: @atleastpleasetelephone @theelvisprincess @i-r-i-n-a-a @thelonelyheart @polksaladava @hooked-on-elvis

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Sniffling quietly, a trembling hand wiping under your nose and gripping at the fabric of your dress. You hiccup out a little sob.

You've upset Elvis, the man you love, the man who cares for you, the man who said to not go out of Graceland’s grounds without him and the man who scolded you for doing just that.

You just wanted to buy him a gift, a pretty ring that was displayed in a shop's window. Just wanted to bring a smile to his face but you being mobbed by fans only brought a furious frown.

Jerry was there, you weren't alone. You thought that would be enough protection but clearly you thought wrong and Elvis had to make sure that sunk into your skull.

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“How many times have I told ya?” He growled.

“Didn't wanna listen to me, huh?”

“Don't need me ta keep you safe anymore. Go out there and be taken away by god knows who.” His anger filled eyes piercing through your poor little heart making it tremble.

“Silly damn girl.”

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You know he was trying to make you realise that he's right, he's always right, you were scared when those fans swarmed you.

You didn't know any better.

And now, you're crying, alone in his bedroom.

Pitifully crying on the edge of the huge bed. Hitching and hiccuping hurting your sore throat, your wilting heart pitter patters in your chest. You try your best to wipe away the tears blurring your vision but it's no use, your terrifying thoughts have taken over your brain.

“Baby…”

What if he's leaving you?

“Darlin'.”

What if he doesn't love you anymore? What if he's kicking you out?

“Honey.”

What if he-

“Sweetheart.” Your gaze rushes up to the sound, kneeling in front of you on the floor. Blue eyes that were once filled with daggers now watch you with softness as little whimpers and cries leave your parted lips, the sight of his small smile growing on his face makes you suddenly burst into a waterfall of tears.

Your heart just can't take all of this all at once.

“Oh honey…” His large hands gently reach up to touch your face, prying your hands away to hold them when you try to hide and his thumbs stroke your knuckles, in a gentle, loving way. A way that he knows you love.

“I-I-I’m so s-sorry, E-Elvis. I-I didnt mean- I-” Your words come out muddled, your cracking little voice, not knowing what to do with itself. You’re overwhelmed.

He scolded you but…

“Aw my little angel…” He coos, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as your body jolts with hiccups and sniffles.

…now comforting you.

“C’mere.” Pulling your frame into his strong embrace, Elvis sits himself up on the bed with you, rubbing his hand on the side of your waist and pushing your legs in to wrap around and be pressed against his body as much as possible as you sit in his lap, his other hand goes to hold your head, guiding it to rest on his shoulder.

You grip onto his shirt, hiding the rest of your head with a raised shoulder wanting to be protected from all the bad things of this world, your poor racing heart hammering in your chest as your eyes close, feeling his warmth surround you.

“I should be the one apologising… That wasn’t right fer me to yell at ya, aye?” He says in a low rumble. Pressing his lips to the top of your head as another small hiccup emits. “Ah jus’ got worried. Didn’t want ta see my baby get hurt. I’m sorry.”

“M-Mhm…” You respond quietly, playing with the collar of his low cut shirt you can feel your cheeks warm from him moving a little to get a better look at you. Delicately holding your chin up with his thumb and fingers.

“You’re still my good little girl?” He smiles hopefully, eyes admiring yours lovingly as his other arm tightens around your figure. Wiping the last of your tears with his thumb whilst you nod and take a deep breath.

Giving you a kiss on the forehead followed with a hum and tiny squeeze, he murmurs into your ear, his deep honey voice sending you up into the clouds. “That’s good.”

“Wouldn't know what to do if I didn't have my little princess…She fills my life with love and so much happiness…” He hums.

“She turned my life into pink.” Making you giggle knowing your favourite colour is pink. “There's my baby.”

~

When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart

A world where roses bloom

And when you speak angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

"La vie en rose"

~

"Little Precious..."

[anotherfloridaman]

Your orc is ruthless. (pt1)

That’s the first thing you think when you see his massive fist slam into one of his brother’s faces. The other orc muttered something about your hair in orc language, and your own whirled around and promptly knocked him on his ass. You didnt get to see if the other orc was okay before you were picked up and slung over his shoulder, walking away like nothing happened.

“Rico.” You mutter, sighing from the feeling of his hand on your legs, holding you like you’d be taken from him.

“Yes?” He acts innocent, but smirks as you climb up, sitting on his shoulder and softy gripping his braid. “What was that about?” The question is slow, like asking a child what happened to make them cry.

“He didnt like your hair, and i didnt like his face.” Rico smirks as you lean on his head, almost hugging the cranium to your side. “I’ve gotta know, ill find out soon enough.”

“No, you wont.” Rico sounds… serious. Your orc never sounds like this, not to you. Not so scary. Not like a threat. “What happened.” Its not a question, you demand to know as Rico stops walking, harshly setting you on your feet and gripping your shirt. “Dont worry about it.” He snarls in your face, and you guess you look afraid as he slowly lets you go, ears pressing to his head and backing up like he struck you.

“Rico. Tell me what he said.” You say, soft. And Rico finally snaps.

“Why? So you can change yourself again? So you can try to make them happy even when they will say everything you do is still wrong? So you can keep crying when you think you’re alone in the woods? So you hate another thing about yourself that makes you, you?” Rico rants, and his shoulders fall. He looks defeated as he turns away, rubbing his head.

You have changed yourself. Someone said in common language that you werent very strong, and you tried to push yourself into growing muscles. You had to stop using your left hand because of a pulled muscle. Someone said your clothes seemed too clean, and you didn’t wash them as much, but ended up with rashes from the dirty fabric later on. Someone said your hands were too small, your hair seemed too short, your feet shouldnt be covered, you shouldnt be there, you shouldnt, you should, and-

A heavy hand landed on your shoulder, Rico’s blurry face in your field of vision having you realise just how close to crying you really were. He sighs, apparently coming to terms with himself and slowly leading you to the stonghold gates.

“R-rico?” You asked, as if he would be the answer to everything in life. But he continued pushing you, until you were just far enough for him to grab the gate and pull on it. “Rico.” You started breathing heavier, a cold panic setting in as he gently led you just beyond the stronghold gate. “Rico!” He shuts the large gate, and you pound on it, yanking the handle and trying to climb the wooden door without leverage. Your fingertips ache with the way you claw the heavy doors, and your throat becomes hoarse after a few hours of standing there, fighting an unbeatable foe, knowing the gate doesnt have locks, it’s just heavy.

But it seems like you blink, and the darkness of night washes over you, and you look around at the forest, terrified of what could be out here. What you know is out here. Predators and Hunters. Humans. Humans are out here, and you’re afraid. You’re more afraid of your kind than what the orcs in those walls would ever do to you.

You take off running, not having a clue that Rico was laying against the gates, softly crying as he listened to every plea and scream, begging to have another chance to something you never messed up.

Almost every orc is located in the stronghold center, drinking and laughing as they roughouse, unknowing what Rico or you just went through.

[beehunterkisser]

Have you watched the season 2 premieres of Hamster and Gretel?

I HAVE!!! Im assuming you want to know what i thought of em so spoiler warning for any dwampyheads who havent watched it yet. LOOK OUT!!!! also this is long as hell so be careful

Hakuna Ma Kevin

ok first and foremost. the ANIMATION WAS INCREDIBLE I WAS SO SHOCKED.. The budget mustve been crazy everything was so smooth. It really impressed me.. especially the action scenes and the hair movements. it was all super good

his va did a great job of being like annoyingly calm. its so kevin to somehow take a relaxation camp way too seriously (also the fact his life was so ruined by his date with hiromi flopping that he had to go on a 2 week retreat to find inner peace).

i was actually really interested in how they were gonna tackle that but a timeskip makes sense.

skip past kevins initial extreme misery and leave it up for the audience to make up. i am still curious as to what his friendgroup looks like because. did thjey stop hanging out. ARE hiromi and kevin too awkward to see eachother. anthony and fred are children of divorce. its so sad. well we'll see what happened eventually

It was great to see veronica hill back again too i missed my queen. i hope she finds love on the open sea.

actually speaking of that i was so sure that that was gonna be the boat from that sinking feeling and it was going to change the trajectory of the dwampyverse timeline forever but i think that was just a tease or a really really vague reference

the villain was also incredibly funny. great voicework too im sure it was some guest voice or something that i just dont recognize because it just feels that way to me.

great guy hope he comes back. and the reocurring THERE ARE NO LAWS ON INTERATIONAL WATERS BABY was actually funny.

also i cant not mention the CANON DWAMPYVERSE LESBIANS were BACK BABY women FIND EACHOTHER AT CLAM FEASTS ITS REAL AND TRUE.

it really made me happy to see that especially since i was so positive that we werent gonne get any rep from dwampyverse but obviously im WRONG and there are 2 beautiful women loving eachother and eating clams out there.

he played it so cool too. an ally.

I was almost disappointed the song was so early because i wanted a dramatic clam musical number but thats literally minimal complaint i have about that episode because it was such a strong opener.

also congrats to the newlyweds lunchlady and piano key vendor i think they will have a long lasting and beautiful relationship.

also when i saw those 2 old man leaving i was like wow are we getting a double whammy with gays but that was just a cameo. next time though

The Great American Telenovella

THE RETURN OF MY QUEEN. the opening in the hospital made me think it was gonna go in a completely different direction.

Both of these episodes had the songs super early on interestingly enough. i didnt even realise the Fresas De Amor theme song was THE song of the episode. i thought it was just a jingle..

i was really happy that we got a carolina-centered (well a stretch but she was there a lot) episode. i really like her.

the animation was back to normal in this episode too which was a little sad and maybe skewed my opinion of the episode a little bit but not TOO much. i think.

despite being tricked on where the episode was going the gimmick with making fun of telenovella tropes was really really fun.

it felt almost like a rarity investigates type thing where they get really into character trope LOL

the first lady they interrogated (THE VILLAIN IS THE VILLAIN!!) had such a great design too i really like her.. the whole bit with her abandoning the show to become a taco crunchies commercial star was great too she gagged me.

and also her being like ok ill just sit here and watch all my personal belongings burn. I giggled..i cant lie..i did giggle a little...

ok i cannot dance around it any longer but THE RETURN OF LA CEBOLLA. I REALLY DIDNT THINK ITD BE THIS EARLY I WAS SO HAPPY.

i saw her in the back as the lunchlady and i knew everything was going to be ok.. I was safe in her hands..

also her powers were used super clever i really enjoyed the Onion Fists. and also the dramatic shot of hamster getting concussed by an onion.

this kind of goes back to me being shocked the telenovella intro was the episodes song because i was really hoping we'd get another la cebolla number akin to fighting facial hair again

i also get another shot of her lying in a hospital bed. the one from her song is literally one of my favourite pictures ever so its great to have another equally as bizarre one

shes definitely maybe my FAVOURITE hng villain so it was great to see her again.

im biased so i wished she had gotten more time to shine but also i think that entire scene with hamster pretending to be her son la cebollito.

it was really funny karina did great with the line delivery there. i loved how she was like But why are you so small!??!?!?! i love that she runs on telenovella logic. a true method actor

i really did enjoy that episode but hakuna ma kevin really felt like the stronger episode to me maybe SOLEY because of the animation. im an artist im easily pleased. they cant just tease me with god tier animated hng and then rip it from my hands as soon as i get it. its ok...ill get over it..ill forget it soon... (single tear falls from my eye)

I HOPE THAT WAS READABLE i might do more of these for the rest of the episodes as they release its actually really fun. we;re so back. hng season 2 Is already peak. Its my favourite dwampy show for a reason. i am hng strongest warrior. WERE SO BACK

[jameson-hawthorne]

i should totally do a part 2 of that fanfic...

HERE I GO!

IMAGINE THIS SENARIO

ever since that night, you have been coming back to that square, curious if Rohan would be there. but he never was. so you would just sit and look at the statue of the cowboy for an hour then go back to avery. but tonight, the 3rd night that you've been coming down there for rohan, hes there.

Your breath hitches when you see his lazy stroll. You cant help but stand and wait to see what he will do. He walks up to you carelessly and sits down on the bench without saying a word to you.

You follow suit and just bump him on the shoulder

"whats got you into a mood, Mr Rohnie?" you smirk

he just glances at you

"dont call me that" he grunts

you smirk even more and start to poke his side and tease him

"Mr Rohnie, Rohnie , stuck up, suck my dick Rohnie"

he ignores you as he just sits there, elbows on his knees, staring at the statue.

you finally realise that something must be seriously wrong

"dude. you ok? you seem like you want to punch someone, if not me, in the face. And that, let me tell ya, would be a waste of such a strong fist"

Rohan just sighs and stands up

"its none of your business. i just need to blow off some steam"

you stand up too, and it makes you feel old how your knees click as you do. You want to brush your fingers through your hair until you realise you are bald.

you awkwardly rub your bald head, trying to pretend you didnt forget.

you nudge Rohan, and he nudges you back. You guys spend a good few minutes just nudging each other and smacking each other in the head.

you then take your shirt off, and Rohan does the same. you cant help but stare at his built torso. it was a six pack, fuck, better than you again, beautiful chest muscles that flex when rohan moves his arms.

You realise that Rohan is looking at you in a similar way. hes got his eyebrows raised, with a slight smile on his face as he looks you up and down.

"gyatt damn" you murmur

Rohan chuckles and continues smacking your bald head

Afterwards, the smacks turn into full on boxing. Your heart starts beating faster as you dodge punches and throw your own. you already have a swollen eye, but you continue the boxing match. He swings left, you dodge and swing right, he dodges and so on and so forth. For some reason, doing this specifically with Rohan makes you feel so much better than fighting with anyone else, maybe its because you know him a little better now.

You hop on the spot as you psych yourself up more and more and you run into Rohans middle as you push him into a wall. You then realise how much damage you've made to his handsome face. His eye is also swollen now, theres a cut on his cheek, and on his lip.

"You gotta cut those nails, pretty boy" He smirks

"You think im pretty?" You smirk

He then flips you round so now you're against the wall.

Your breath quickens as you both look into each others eyes. His are brown, but they look almost as if they were paint that was poured into a black bucket of water. They look so much more relieved than they did when Rohan came here. The whole of Rohan looks more relaxed and relieved now than when he approached you an hour ago. He was all full of tension back then. And it was so obvious since he didnt even wear a blazer tonight.

Rohan leans in, and his panting breath blows against your neck. You gasp, but before you two can do anything, you hear someone running down the alleyway on your left.

"Jameson!" A girl shouts

You sigh and push Rohan off you. Of course Avery would be worried about where you were. But then you hear another pair of shoes, this time walking.

"well hello there, Savvy, you missed me? were you worried that Mr Baldie was going to perhaps break my ribs?" Rohan asks Savannah

You smirk and hug Avery, who is looking at you as if you had just done something that was totally like you, but crazy at the same time.

you called this look the "of course you did" look

you put your shirt on and watch the conversation go on between Savannah and Rohan. She looks like she would be scolding him, and he looks crazily in love. of course he does.

You exchange nods with Rohan before taking Avery's hand and walking back to the Hawthorne house, Avery already shouting at you for not telling her you were going to let yourself break more ribs tonight.

"I know, Heiress, im sorry. ill tell you next time" you smile

"you better" she mutters

IS THAT BETTER?

NO MAKEOUT SCENES!

AND AVERY IS IN AT THE END

@rohan-his-lordships-successor ALSO GETS SAVANNAH

PLEASE SAY U LIKE IT

THIS ONE TOOK ME 4 HOURS HAHAHAHAHAHAH

AND ITS NOT EVEN PROOF READ

im not reading that

// OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SHIT ITS AMAZING KASDJH LMAOOOOOO

[thedrawing-ghost99]

Okay, uhm listen, I’m writing a little fan fiction the name will be „When we were young“ it’s mainly stands on my own headcanons, but other wise it’s canon conform. Just trust me on it. It will be released on AO3 and probably be a longer project.

Tags that will be featured in this story are: Hurt and comfort, Trauma, healing, loss and love, self loathing, regret and hope. And more but I’m bad at tagging.

The lovely being in purple is called Arizu, I won’t spoil anything nearer about them, but they will be a very important person in the story.

So, for everybody who’s intrested here a little appetiser from the first chaptor:

If Hunter had not known better, he would have thought Crosshair Was asleep. When he spotted him sitting there, on a pair of stairs staring across the Ocean. But Hunter knew better, he saw the tension in his body, Crosshair was in full sniper Mode, every nerve was on edge, every muscle was tense, all his sences were on high aleart, Crosshair had Probably noticed his presence long before hunter had Spot him. Hunter could practicaly feel his Brothers tension, like He was an electro magnetic field, an Enegetic power plant about to explode.

Thats how Crosshair always had been in Hunters mind, the brightest out of All the Electronic fields he could detect, something strong, capeble of supporting them, with all the Electric energy they could possible need, but one wrong doing and it would end in a Giant all consuming Explosion.

It was a weird comparesment, Hunter was aware of this, but thats how he always fewed their youngest brother. Crosshair Was strong and resiliant, always having their Back, but also he was more fragile than he let on, and once the Line was Crossed no amount of Water could Extinguish this fire.

Hunter in his thoughts had not realised how he had closed the distance between them. Crosshair still didn’t acknowlege Hunters presence, but Hunter knew, Crosshair was aware of him. The Sniper still sat there, staring out into the dark see, with only his eyes - glowing like two little flashligts through the reflected light of streetlamps- betraying that he was awake. „You know, Omega showed me the Ribbon too.“ Hunter broke the silence. „Did she…“ Crosshair replyed dryly not letting anything on. „Yeah, and Admittingly, i needed some time to remeber why exactly it looked so familiar. And suddenly it made all sense.“

„Your Trying to confess something, Hunter?“ Crosshair asked without taking his eyes of the horizon. „Crosshair…“ Hunter sighed a bit annoyed. „There are only so many people in this Galaxy who wear ribbons with little bells on them, in Fackt i can only think of one person.“ Crosshair didnt Answer but Hunter could feel the turmoil inside of him, it was like a High-voltage plant was running Hot. „I‘m not gonna make you talk to me, just wanted to let you know, if you need to talk, i‘m here to Listen.“ Crosshair still didn’t said anything, just stared out into the night, but the tension in his body slightly eased, and it told Hunter that he was listening.

„Oh and…“ Hunter reached into his pocket. „I figured, you might wanna have this back.“ With a slow movement, making Shure Crosshair had no reason to suspect him as threatening, Hunter placed the silky purple ribbon back in his Brothers Hand, where it belonged. „Get some sleep, it’s not healthy to stay up so late all the time.“ He said before leaving Crosshair to his own thoughts again. „Hunter?“ Crosshairs Voice soundet strange, a bit Muffled, like he was about to burst into tears. „Thanks.“ He said breefly, but Hunter knew how it was meant to convey something way deeper, something Crosshair either couldn’t or didn’t knew how to express. „Anytime Vod’ika, Anytime.“

[pool-floatie]

Starlet- Oneshot

Kids im back with the milk-

I am working on so much behind the scenes shit right now but this got done first, next we will probably get more bloodlusty vampires unless I suddenly decide different.

But GUYS I FINALLY WROTE COMFORT-

Like its angsty at the beginning but they need a reason to be comforted- d Uh

Please for the love of mE - emjoy :3

All Akari needed was the stars, they were a constant in an ever changing world, listened to her problems when she had no one else, creating beauty even in the darkest of times.

What she really needed right now though... Was a hug... A friend... Someone to tell her that things would be ok...

All she wished for in that moment was for that to be..

The trail of a comet flashed above her for a brief moment, wisping away almost as quickly as it had appeared.

she heard a vast wind rush overtop the trees, turning to look she couldnt see anything, -there wasnt any wind before... - She thinks.

A deep chuckle riverbates through the still air surrounding her, and she stiffens.

"So you're the mortal who summoned me... Such a strong pull, and such a bright aura, oh! lavender colored, what a sight ~ you certainly are quite a wondrous little thing, my, my...."

A shift in the air brings Akari's attention in front of her and her jaw drops taking in the sight.

There stands an enormous glowing being, bright white with flecks of golden stardust about them.

Their body starts to form and become more detailed and she can see their face and body take shape. Six limbs- four arms and two legs- take shape out of the glowing mass, Sharp white eyes open, a flowing tuft of hair floats above them, gently swaying like flames atop their head, and stardust dots their body like golden freckles.

"Oh, h-hello.." Akari said awestruck and nervous

"Hello little one, apologies for the exciting entrance." it said a bit embarassed trying to hide its excitement

It kneeled down and leaned forward trying to see the little human better, one pair of arms resting in their lap while the others rested, palms down in the grass

" its good to meet you, starlet, you may address me as Libra." it said in its airy tone.

Akari sat confused, but decided that this dream could be fun to engage with.

"Akari" she said, sticking out a hand towards the being.

Libra stared down at them and blinked in confusion.

" ah! This is your earthling welcome, yes!" they realised.

They reach out to the small woman, pinching her whole hand and part of her arm, before lifting it up and down slowly.

Akari grinns, the contact making her hand tingle with warmth.

Libra releases them and Akari thinks she sees a smile on their bright face.

"So... why exactly are you here?" Akari asks looking quizically up at them.

" you ,, dont know? You summoned me here with your wish!"

"My,,, my wish?? I didnt make any wishes ... "

Libra looks puzzled for a moment.

Akari goes to speak, but they stop as libras eyes glow blue, making a strange buzzing sound. They are no longer focused on akari, completely still.

After a few seconds Libras eyes blink back to white.

"ah! wow~ a rarer case indeed! It seems it was your emotion and thoughts that powered the wish, I knew I felt that strong energy in you, but enough to power a wish without a word being spoken ... " Libra said in awe.

"huh... Oh!- oh... "

Akari sighed, remembering her earlier feelings, her frustration and sadness.

"I, I think I know... what it was..." she said, resigned.

Libra tilted their head, giving the human a look of concern.

Akari didnt really want to tell a cosmic being a hundred times her size about her life problems.... But this was a dream anyway so...

"I have to move again..."

"mmm.. No thats not it .... Your aura didnt flare up...." they quickly interject

Libra looks down at the human with pity, truly wanting to help her. They lean forward a tad more.

" Whats really troubling you, little one?" they ask gently

Akari flushed in embarassment and shame, would this cosmic being judge her? Well...

"One of my roommates outed me as gay and now all the girls in my dorm think im a pervert-" Akari blurted

"They already started spreading rumors about me and reporting me to the landlord for stupid shit- so, I'm leaving before it ... gets worse...."

"Oh my... Thats certainly a predicament..." it sympathised but seemed confused , they continued.

"... Is humanity against happiness?" they asked mournfully, their light dulling a bit, seeming to know more than they were letting on.

Akari looked thoughtful for a moment, the cosmic beings words resonating with her.

"Wow,,, thats a... way of putting it... I mean, yeah, heh, every politician is against the queer community, anyone I try to get a job with or if I- lm just trying to find somewhere to fucking sleep, someone takes issue with 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 about me!... even when I tried to tell my family, they rejected me, too, haha! so yeah, your right, we fuckin' hate happiness."

She laughed a bit unhinged-ly while describing the absurdity of it all, the people she had encountered, the trials of her life, it seemed impossible to talk about without turning it into humor.

Akari rested her head atop her knees, looking goomily past the starlike being and letting out an indignant huff before falling onto her back and closing her eyes.

A moment passes and akari thinks she sees the immense light shift before she feels that same warm feeling, but, around her body?

Without a moment to think her body is hoisted up. As her eyes open she sees the towering form of libra, now holding her in their enormous open palm.

They flash her a pitying look before facing up, the other upper hand cupping around the confused human. Before she can even say anything, Akari is pressed down into the palm, the G force making movement near impossible, she cant see where they are going, only seeing the white light emenating from the enormous beings hands, she can only trust that the weird dream entity is as benevolent as they seem.

Akari can feel them coming to a slow stop as the force lets up and allows her to move again.

She tries to sit up, dazed , as Libra's hand lifts off her.

Looking around she can see nothing but immense darkness save for the being of pure light that holds her.

She turns to face said being, who looks excitedly at their passenger.

"hello little starlet~"

Libra said, its two overlapping voices echoing eachother.

"Hi, where the hell are we." akari snips, a bit jittery.

Libra dims again, shepishly pointing down with their upper hand while their lower pair fidgets nervously.

Akari gives them a confused look before they carefully creep towards the edge of her cosmic captors' hand.

Gripping the sides, they look over.

And immediately jump back, seeing 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢 below them.

" ah, I see." she says calmly.

"Just a few questions for ya;"

They inhale

"Why in the s h i t did you do this and also 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 ?"

" aha! Its all ok! You can breathe just fine, please dont freak out!!"

Dispite being concerned about oxygen, Akari starts to breathe rapidly.

" theres no way im - in space right now - oh my god i - could die."

At this point they had completely forgotten that they were supposedly dreaming, focused more on the 'being manhandled by a cosmic giant' and the ' being in space millions of miles above the earth' thing.

"Human please relax, I brought you here to relax.." libra tries to explain

" this is not - relaxing!'

She says between breaths.

Libra looks disappointed, this was such a nice spot to stargaze, they really wanted the human to see...

But there was something else it Could try.

Gently, the glowing being closed their upper hands over the panicking form in their palm.

Before she could react to being enclosed, Akari again felt that immense warmth that could melt her, all over her body it felt tingly and content, she felt her muscles relaxing despite herself.

Finally she let herself be consumed by the feeling, relaxing and not worrying about any perceived danger that had her brain reeling just moments before.

Just as she did this, the lovely warmth started to dissipate, pulling off her despite her grabbing onto one of libras bright digits, a silent request for them not to stop.

Libra snickered at the cute display, bringing the girl out of her stupor.

She jerked her hands back and tried to suppress the enbarrased blush that filled her face.

" Sorry..."

Libra said

" N-no your fine" she said sheepishly

" No.. For scaring you..."

"Ah, that. Well,, uh I guess you can fly us to space and shit and im assuming you ...Magicked me to be able to breathe despite lack of oxygen?"

" you got it!" they affirmed, their cheerful tone reappearing.

"And I had good reason to bring you here! Look !"

Their lower arms gestured to the darkness before them as they beamed down at the little human.

".... Uhhhh... Wow?" akari said confused

"can you see something I cant?" she questioned, looking back at libra.

"Oh! right."

Libra dimmed, voluntarily this time, until they were only about as bright as a glow stick.

Finally, akari could see why even a cosmic being would appreciate such a place.

From earth, smog and light pollution would block most people from clearly seing such things.

But here, above the ozone layer, Akari could clearly see the milky way, its soft trail across the sky lived up to its name, fading softly at the edges into the rest of the cosmos.even still it was so stark, the white path cut the sky open like a geode, its center sparkling with stardust that flashed different colors as if it was being turned in the light.

She stared in awe as Libra looked on with a soft smile, occasionally sparing a glance at its little passenger to make sure they were alright.

They let the moment pass before speaking.

" Starlet. In the vast expanse of the cosmos, there are disasters , black holes, collapsing stars and other destructive things..."

Its three free hands gestured wildly, illustrating their words.

"But even from those, beauty is born. This nebula, your galaxy, was created from a collapsed star, it exploded, causing all around it to be thrown into chaos and confusion."

A look of sorrow flashes on libras face for a moment.

" But still, your planet thrived, using what was left to build a new world; one filled with life, with community, with love. Life does find a way."

They offer a gentle smile in reassurance.

" I believe you will find that.... your life does as well." they conclude.

Looking back to her newfound friend, akari feels her chest warm, swelling with an overwhelming feeling.

She lunges at the curled fingers, giving the pointer and middle the hardest squeeze she could manage, doing her best not to tear up.

Libra gushes at the adorably sweet gesture, and they cant help themself.

They pull the human close to them, belringing her into their chest, close to their glowing core.

Akari feels herself enveloped again, a simmilar feeling as before, but now filled with adoration and positive energy coursing through them, an immense, all consuming, all encompassing hug of pure affection and amorousness.

Unlike the melting, relaxing feeling before, she now felt a stronger sense, she felt Libras intention, its emotion and power guiding her thoughts and feelings, helping her to embrace and bring forth her inner strengths, akari could feel her self esteem break through the shroud of frustration and pain that had entrapped it, it swelled within her and she felt empowered, appreciated, and... 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥.

[twelfth-dykector]

HI TUMBLR. okay basically i probably dont have bpd but i am considering the possibility that i might and instead of investigating by doing more research i am going to ask the tumblr userbase to diagnose me. which is a completely #Flawless idea. heres an my case :

TRIGGER WARNING MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDE‼️‼️‼️‼️

(oh and also. im not gonna self-diagnose myself wirh bpd because of this poll. i know a large majority of yous will know very little about bpd im just doing this for the funsies)

oh and also the only research i have done is the nhs website. which i know is Bad but whatever

Y'SEE I PROBABLY DONT HAVE BPD. AND IF I DO ITS VERY MILD. ITS PROBABLY JUST A SEVERE ANXIETY DISORDER. butttttt.

the four main symtoms (from the nhs website) and how they relate to me. BECAUSE YOU CARE!!!!!

emotional instability → OH THIS ONE IS STRONGGGGG. i do often experience intense negative emotions yeah!!!!! but im guessing everyone does so i dunno. AND it saus 'It's common for people with BPD to feel suicidal with despair, and then feel reasonably positive a few hours later' WHICH IS THE MOST MECORE THING OF ALL TIME. the mother has remarked that this is a Thing for Years

Disturbed patterns of thinking → three main types; upsetting thoughts (THIS ONE IS CONSTANT. I AM BEING SO FR IT NEVER ENDS I HAVE BEEN FEELING LIKE THIS FOREVER EVERY MINUITE OF EVERY DAY PRETTY MUCH FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE :3) + brief episodes of strange experiences (this one is not so common, i dont 'hear voices outside my head' as such but there is Always the evil bastard voice thats constantly telling me that im Evil and Horrible ajd no one likes me. which, again. i presume is normal. and i talk to myself (and other ppl in my head) Constantly but i think thats normal. hopefully.) + prolonged episodes of abnormal experiences (i dont have hallucinations but i do have 'distressing beliefs that no one can talk you out', but i figured that was just ocd. who knows? not me!

impulsive behaviour → self harm (had Issues with this from ages (around) ages 8-14 but im genuinely Good now and have been clean for over two years. i very nearly killed myself during this time aswell. + 'a strong impulse to engage in reckless and irresponsible activities' and i just am planning on avoiding everything included in this (drinking, drugs etc) because i thinj that i very easily Could become addicted/dependant on them and i often Do want to do all the things the website lists but i dont. because im cool ^•^

unstable relationships → hm. i dunno what to think about this one. because i generallt dont let myself care about ppl enough/get close enough with ppl for this to be an issue because i Know my brain will fuck it up and i will get Scared and stop liking them/become convicned that they dislike me and distance myself from them as a result. OH BUT I DID ONCE. and. well. ohmygid. just realised that this is textbook unstable bpd relationship. okay long story short: be eleven year old me (who has never had proper friends who understand her(?) due to autism etc → find another autistic (who was deeply messed up) → becomes friends with her → becomes So obbsessed with her (i had previously defined it as being platonically in love with her but now...... who knows) → would literally Not leave her alone, walk/follow(?) her home (i did not realise this was Bad because she agreed with it and appeared to enjoy it but apparently she didnt like it as she told me when we stopped being friends), would text her alot, would maybe follow her around during school time idk???? this was many years ago i dont fully rememembr) → said mean things afew times (by accident, didnt realise they were mean) that i hate myself for every day but after discussing it with a friend they laughed because apprently what i said wasnt mean at all. remember. i was eleven. this was manu years ago and i have a bad memory) → because of the things said, she stops being my friend and tells me (among other things) that im the cause of all of her problems (important context here: she was from a muslim family and i was her bisexual awakening. and part of the wau throigh our friendship she stopped being muslim) -> have now not seen her in manyyy years but i still cry at the mention of her and think about her multiple times a day

and other things that may be relevant :

i have reallyyyyy severve rsd. like. i can barely make friends because im So scared all the time and for a large time i could barely leave the flat because of it. and theres probably more that i forgor

im happy

i have autism, adhd, anxiety anr i did have ocd but its quite mild now

has had Really bad intrusive thoughts since a very young age, eg i remember very young me writhing around on the floor crying because i couldnt get graphic thoughts of the ppl i love being tortured out of my head

so, vote!!!!!

i'd really appreciate it if ppl reblogged for reach but no pressure :)

[ur-friendly-neighborhood-simp]

What were those theories about atsv you mentioned in the post with my ask? It's the Daily Yappathon™ so feel free to talk as much as you want :3 I'm all ears or eyes since I'll be reading this and not listening

OH YESSSSS >:]

so, miguel is wrong. just, dead wrong.

first of all, hes a fucking psychopath. he was stalking the other miguels family and when he died, he could replace him perfectly and no one noticed. and hes delusional, like bro, its not your life or your daughter, and just because you got attached to them doesnt give you the right to act like a psycho. if you want a family, download tinder or smth

second, i get that he was a little bit nice to miles in the beginning (even though he threw a trash can at him), but here he is.

???????????????????????????????????????????????

who gave you the right to act like that? chasing a teenager on all fours and choke slamming him into a fucking train and repeatedly calling him a mistake just because he refused to be part of your fucked up fake sustem?

because the canon is basically murder. letting people die "because they have to" is murder. and seriously, before the spider society existed, who took care of the canon? when miguel made the spider society, he also made the rules and he also made the canon. hes fighting a villain that he created.

also, miles is not an anomaly. if he was, his universe would have collapsed when the spider bit him. because thats what the supposed canon says, anomaly = universe falling apart. and yet, 1610B is very very stable. you know which universe did collapse?

miguel is projecting his problems onto everyone else. miles isnt the original anomaly, miguel is. and he knows that, but hes too emotionally immature to understand what 2+2 is.

miguel blames miles for everything, when nothing is actually his fault. miles didnt start the collider or kill peter or create the spot or anything. if you look into it, you understand that even though it seems that its his fault, it isnt. was miguel too bored to look into it? maybe.

& hes a drug addict. rapture is the most addictive drug the universe and hes addicted to it. whats 1+1 again?

from what i understood, it was jess' idea to save gwen in the beginning of the movie (also we stan mother jess 🙏), miguel was very hesitant to save gwen, which means he was full on going to leave her there. and he neglected her. and he sent her back. to her father. who pulled a gun on her. bro, you cant only take care of the people that comply to your system. its giving government

i get that he has trauma, but like, so does everyone else. peter b has trauma, miles has trauma, gwen has trauma, hobie has trauma, everyone in the society has trauma but you dont see them abusing minors. miguel is the only using trauma as an excuse to be a horrible person.

also, i have strong reasons to believe that jeff dying wasnt miles' canon event. i mean, it was, but not 1610 miles'. when the go home machine read miles' dna, it sent him to E-42, because thats where the spider that bit him was from (which was ohnn's fault, btw. its not your spider bro put it back). and thats what probably happened when miguel was seeing miles' "canon events". jeff dying was miles 42's canon event, and it happened. like, the one is fatherless and the other is uncleless. why does one have to be both uncleless and fatherless? bffr.

basically, miguel to me is this: "oh, look at me, im miguel ohara, im the leader of the spider society and that makes me 200% better than you, nothing is my fault ever, everything is your fault, im a literal fucking psychopath, id rather beat a teenager up than admit that im wrong, my ego is the size of the atlantic ocean and im a furry who doesnt know non-violent communication. grr 👹"

and im not a hypocrite, if miles had done something wrong, i would be able to realise that. like, "miles is a great character but thats where he made a mistake". but he didnt do anything wrong. he didnt know that the canon existed, he only wanted to save his dad.

and i know that if the roles were reversed, if miguel was the one who couldnt save someone he loved, he would do the exact same thing. and so would everyone else in the society, who took miguels side. like, didnt your moms teach you "dont treat people the way you dont want to be treated"??

and it pisses me off so much when people defend miguel, first of all youre defending an abuser and second you dont have any good arguments.

1. "miles shouldnt have ran" thats victim blaming. and seriously, youre telling me that if you saw this

chasing you, you wouldnt have ran? bffr.

2. "he has trauma, thats why hes aggressive" i already explained that before, but trauma isnt an excuse to be a horrible person.

yeah, there are a lot of shit arguments ive seen over time but i dont remember all of them.

also, hes not even hot. not that him being hot would excuse his actions, but then id partly understand when people liked him. but NOW? girl, he has 0 good angles and he looks like he hasnt showered in 3 months. you only like him because hes tall and has muscles and speaks spanish. have some self-respect

i wanted to say another thing but ive talked too much already lmao

[bathoarchives]

Base Gala: A Conversation With The Artists

On the 3rd of August, OKWC held their first edition of the Base Gala, an art gallery and music event, this is one of the events they have organized to push music arts and culture. In this conversation, we talked to all the artists who were a part of this event about their beginnings as artists, their work and much more.

SAIGOTHEEDITOR

You’ve been documenting/photographing many artists in the newer generation, how important is this to you?

Its important that the world knows whats going on in Botswana the youts are on a very beautiful but tough journey in all their different fields and i feel like its my duty to document the journey.

When was the first time someone reached out for you to work with them?

2021, my boy Setso owns a clothing brand called Groovy and he is actually the first person to give me a cheque for my photography, its something iam forever going to be grateful for.

Which music video is the first one you’ve shot, and how was the experience of shooting it?

I would say the first music video i did was the "De Beers" music video for Ascension Plea's. I directed and shot it alongside Dreamhills studios and the experience was really dope. We started production at 6am and shot everything in one take,it took us 3 tries to nail but in the end i guess it was worth it, shout out to the boys.

Who is your favourite photographer?

My top 2 rn are Septembrrline and HMD

What do you use to shoot your work, and what do you prefer to use more?

For pictures, i like shooting with the Canon 4000D then for videos i prefer the Sony A7iii, but I am a strong believer that it isn't really about the equipment.

How did you get into photography?

Growing up i loved movies, taking pictures and documenting stuff. Mixed that with my love for music, i just knew that my path is here. But starting off i was an artist in junior school (i was a bad rapper ngl) but i wanted my pictures and videos done in a certain way because i realised that the type of vibe that was in Botswana at the time didnt really match up with what i wanted, so i decided to start taking pictures for myself, so in me falling deep into watching music videos getting exposed to indie artists and photographers, it sparked the love i had for photography as a kid and here we are now.

DJGETSYOUWETTER

’djgetsyouwetter’’ how did you come up with your dj name?

Partynextdoor said “she just changed her twitter to party gets me wetter” and I ran with it by making it my finsta name, ‘kgaliegetsyouwetter.’ By the time I started being a DJ, I guess you could say the “getsyouwetter” became a brand, my alter ego.

What got you into djing and how did you learn?

Always used to get on aux around my friends and We’d joke about me becoming a dj. Then I met a group of friends that pushed me to stop joking and do it. In terms of learning, I’m yet to learn so many things. Right now? I just play music I enjoy.

Are you strictly into djing or do you also produce your own music?

We will have to wait and see.

Which genres do you usually play in your sets?

Amapiano, at the moment.

Describe how you felt during your first-ever set as a DJ?

I don’t know if I can describe it. I cried, on stage and after the performance. If emotional is the word, then it was very that. But the best word would be grateful, for all the love and support from my friends, from people i barely know. Nothing beats love and the energy that emanates from it. Felt loved, it was beautiful.

Who are your favourite producers or DJs?

As far as Amapiano is concerned, Dbn Gogo and Kmat are really up there for me. As women, as producers and DJs. Honourable mentions to Kelvin Momo, Stixx and so many more.

JACK BUDDAH

Have you always known that you wanted to be an artist or is it something you discovered later on?

I’ve always known it, both consciously (in the later stages of my life) and subconsciously (in my earlier years). It’s the only thing that’s ever made me feel alive, well that and sex.

What inspired you to explore multiple artistic disciplines instead of focusing on just one or do you see that as a natural ability?

It’s really not by choice, I just do what my soul resonates with. It just so happens to resonate with a large number of disciplines and if I realize I’m just naturally good at them then hey? Why not.

Are there any particular artists or movements that have influenced your work?

Atlasaaone Molemogi. ATI’s chaos is beautiful, it pushes me to be limitless and be as creative as possible in so many ways man. EMANCIPATE YOURSELF FROM MENTAL SLAVERY is a mantra I live by and will live by till the day I die. Fela Kuti’s artistic approach has also influenced the outspokenness of my work, im a fighter, the descendant of a tribe of Mau Mau warriors, Ashe!

Who is your fashion icon?

Dennis Rodman, the first time I painted my nails I was cosplaying as him for Halloween. I think studying him is the reason why the manner in which I dress seems very outlandish, very ME. I want to be as expressive as possible and no one will stand between me and my true self, Ashe. I think the way I dress is heavily influenced by almost everything I see on a daily basis, The unintentional proportions and natural wear and tear of the overalls on a construction worker, some boots or some that looked good on a stranger passing by. Fashion is beyond the labels and all that, you have to know life before you know fashion. Because what can you express that you don’t know, you know?

You recently did some styling work for thrifty bw at the comfy fashion week, how was the experience and how did that come about?

I was actually called by a stylist by the name of Eileen to assist with styling. I wasn’t exactly sure about how much I was to do but I did way more than I had anticipated, gladly. And I didn’t do bad for my first ever styling gig, also considering I didn’t have too many things to work with and wasn’t aware of what kind of clothing we were to deal with. Shoutout to Eileen because I wouldn’t have been there and met the people I met if it wasn’t for her. But other than that the general experience was amazing, got to interact with fellow models and overall I had fun and that’s that matters. Worked on a video shoot with Ciggaretes and Cocaine right after the show, got close to zero rest, do check the video on his Instagram by the way!!!

A few months ago you introduced us to 7MAG, what do you hope to achieve with it?

It’s more of a concept than an organization or platform. I just want the right people to meet in the right places and make what they’re meant to make. It’s all about the people, I yearn to unite the creative community this side in every way I can and 7MAG is just one of many projects in the works, that’s all I can say for now. Ashe!!!

ST MANTO

What got you into djing and how did you learn?

I started DJing at 9 years old, growing up I always enjoyed watching my Dad DJing and he noticed that I had interest in learning so he taught me and he continues to teach me even after 14 years of being a DJ, I still learn a lot from him, from Vinyl to CDJs, one never stops learning

Which genres do you usually play in your sets?

Amapiano, Afro House(including 3-step) and House music.

Describe how you felt during your first ever set?

I was anxious and uncertain as to how the crowd would respond to Electronic Dance Music, which was what I used to love playing at the time, to my surprise it was well received, despite that I was shaking the entire time.

Who are your favourite producers or djs?

Hardwell, Oliver Heldens, Above and Beyond, MÖRDA, Kabza De Small, Kelvin Momo, MDU aka TRP and Muzi.

Do you play your own remixes during sets or its mostly transition between tracks?

I do play my own production in every single set without fail as well as incorporating other artists tracks, could be a locked tune(unreleased) or released but I mostly prefer playing my unreleased production as well as other artists unreleased production.

PRINCE MARGUSON

Most of your drawings are anime , why is that?

Because I love anime, there's literally no limit or principles to what you can draw. A lot of other art forms hold you back a little, you have to stick to what's real, but with anime/manga whatever your mind can conjure up is real. Also, I'm currently in the process of creating a manga so I'm trying to sharpen my skills.

How did you get into photography and drawing?

I started taking pictures with my phone and putting them on Instagram and tiktok. I had some pretty decent feedback from my audience and since this was something that I loved, I pretty much started honing the skill and nurturing it. I've been a really big fan of anime from a very age. DragonBall Z was one of the first animes I was introduced to. I used to love drawing the characters on the show, eventually i started drawing my own original characters inspired by the anime. I believe that's how I got into drawing.

When was the first time someone reached out for you to work with them?

The first time I was reached out to was when BACKYARD STORIES asked me to shoot for them alongside a couple other great photographers. I was pretty nervous.

Is this your first exhibition?

Yes, this is my first exhibition

Did you specifically create an artwork for this exhibition or are you exhibiting works you've already done?

I did create a specific set of art works I call "every nigga is a star"

Who are your favourite photographers?

Saigo the editor. Gotta be inspired by your peers!

DIGGY

When did you start writing poetry and drawing?

In my teens

What topics do you usually focus on when writing in your poetry?

Love

Is this your first exhibition?

Yes

Would you say its difficult to recite your poems or you don't have a hard time trying to translate the emotions that come with your poems?

Sometimes it’s difficult, sometimes it’s not

did you specifically create an artwork for this exhibition or are you exhibiting works you've already done?

Both

Who are your favourite painters?

Oteng Keabetswe

[lilxsturniolo1xx]

Its what i do. pt2

pairing - matt x reader

that was until i heard a rattle of my bedroom door handle.

"y/n?" Matt was walking towards me and all i could do is stare at him, looking emotionless even though i was sure my emotions were going to make me explode.

"y/n are you okay? you havent messaged me back in what feels like forever, i was worried." The brunette boy was walking over to me, his voice quiet and low.

"Matt, why are you here?" i replied, trying my best not to let my emotions get the best of me.

"Ive already told you that, do you wanna tell me why you havent been answering me?" His sweet demeanour foreshadowing is saddend and worried thoughts.

i cant. i thought to myself. I was just looking straight up at him at this point. Hes looking down at me, not in a dictating way, more of a way that if i even said one word hed just break down. He asked me the same question again and this time i spoke up.

"you really wanna know why ive been ignoring you?" I began, his facial expressions changing in a way that meant he want me to carry on, and before i could even comprehend it was happening, my mouth then began moving again. "ive been ignoring you because im falling for you Matt. Ive never felt this way about someone in my whole life and to be honest, it terrifies me to know that i have feelings this strong. So to stop these feelings ive pushed you away because its what i do, i push people away before they can get too close and use my feelings against me. But im in love with you Matt, i have been since we met."

What the fuck have i done. once i realised what i had just said my hands flew to my mouth. Matt was just stood there, an expression on his face that i couldn't read. Fuck.

I open my mouth to apologise to him and almost immediately he picks me up and hugs me the tightest ive ever been held. We stay there for a while until he begins talking,

"I dont think you understand how long ive been waiting for you to say that y/n"

"What do you mean?" I look up at him, puzzled.

"I mean, ive been head over heels since the day you walked into my life but i was too scared to say anything because i didnt want to mess up what we had. But i love you y/n."

"I love you too Matt, i always have."

He puts me down back onto my bed and crawls under the sheets next to me, holding me tight as he plays with my hair until we both fall asleep.

I could stay like this forever.

a/n ~ Pt2 of "Its what i do" i hope you like it and please send me requests if you have any😁xx

[wooflesnoot]

Chapter 2: Saviour

Artificer is awoken by the feeling of a sharp spear poking at her. She jolts up, letting out a sputtered hiss before being unable to hold herself up any longer, and drops back to the cold floor.

Gourmand is already digging into their supplies, trying to find anything that'll help this poor slugcat, while Nightcat is poking at her. "Nightcat, stop that! I know you're checking to see if they're dangerous, but i don't think they can even do any harm in the state they're in!" Gourmand shouts from a few feet away. Nightcat nods and backs up, joining Gourmand's search on anything helpful. Gourmand pulls out a fresh, small centipede, and Nightcat pulls out some slime mold, which happened to be good for temperature, as it gives off a warm sensation when eaten.

Gourmand walks over to the red slugcat, who seemed angry at the disturbance but too weak to do anything. She kneels next to her, and holds out the centipede. Artificer quickly reaches out to the centipede and devours it, watching Gourmand's every move as she did so. Could this be a trap? Was this slugcat sent by the scavengers to finally end her cycles? She honestly didnt care anymore. Nightcat offers her some of the slime mold they fished out of their supplies, but Artificer bats it away with some of the strength that started coming back to her. Nightcat looked like they were about to attack the slugcat out of anger, but Gourmand puts her arm up to stop this. She keeps her gaze on the slugcat on the floor, with a mixture of worry and compassion in her expression. She puts a paw up to the slugcat's face, realising how cold they truly were. She knew it was cold down here, but for a slugcat to be this cold, it mustve been down here for days..

Gourmand stands up and turns around to their group who were now sitting down, still near the spear where they were told to wait. She shouts over to them, "We need to bring this slugcat back to the colony immediately, While they're healing i will figure out what to do with them." She knew some of the colony would be very against letting this slugcat in, knowing what's happened in previous incidents.

The group comes over to Gourmand while discussing amongst themselves about the situation. Gourmand looks back at the crimson slugcat, seeing they're looking a little less rougher than they did. She kneels back down and gathers the slugcat up. Although they were a little taller than her, it wasn't a big deal, Gourmand was extremely strong, having brought many difficult-to-carry supplies, from pole plants to red centipedes. Artificer doesn't have the strength to do anything about this, not even wriggle around to escape. She accepts what she assumes is her fate until she feels the warmth of this mysterious slugcat. She remembers how good warmth felt. She hadn't felt it since the last time she and Hunter had rested in a shelter together, before the day she had to bring her here. She looks around at the depths, the surroundings slowly moving while the group makes their way out before she's unable to keep her eyes open any longer.