#harrasment cw

[thedeafprophet]

Saw a thing of "dont harass people in fandom if they haven't done anything wrong!!" And uh no, the first half of that sentence is all you need. Don't harras people, period.

Harming others isn't okay even if they did something wrong. And let me tell you, what one person considers 'justifiable' for harming other people *vastly* differs from person to person. Don't be like that

[thechaoticdruid]

[We'll Protect Each Other]

Paring: F!Tav x Astarion

Plot: While staying at an inn in the Underdark an unfortunate chain of events forces Tav and Astarion to protect one another.

Content Warnings: Fiercely protective Tav, Tav uses She/Her pronouns, Tav is kinda feral and unhinged, blood, gore, threats of/ literal genital trauma, we are going game of thrones up in this bitch, sexual harassment, brief allusions to Astarion's trauma, violence, so much fucking violence, death, Tav is heavily based on my own Tav Winnie. Oh and a little fluff.

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Tav hummed as she sat at the tavern table, glancing down upon the suspicious letter she'd received last night. 

‘I'll see you soon, True Soul.’

Been a while since she was called that, almost everyone who had referred to her as a ��true soul’ was dead now so being addressed as such was rather peculiar, but at the same time not completely unwelcome. Tav smirked slightly, the idea of a new foe to face sparked excitement. It had been so long since the human druid had a good fight.  Since the defeat of the Elder Brain she'd been staying in the Underdark, looking after a horde of hungry vampire spawn. Her days weren't uneventful in the slightest, but gods did she miss adventuring. 

Tav's lover was over at the bar getting the two something to drink. Since the Underdark has become home to seven thousand life-challenged individuals this particular inn had made preparations to feed them should any appear at the establishment. He tapped his claws on the table, waiting for the bartender to finish mixing up their beverages as an uneasy feeling coursed through his body. Astarion had felt unfamiliar eyes on him since he'd left to get him and his beloved some refreshments. His blood red eyes darted back and scanned the tavern. Tav was still waiting at their table and mostly all the other patrons there happened to be deep gnomes, all who seemed much more concerned with friendly banter. But then he spotted someone off in the corner. A tall half-orc whose eyes seemed trained on him.  Astarion wasn't exactly sure how he didn't spot the big oaf sooner, usually he was far more perceptive than this, but perhaps his hunger had him quite distracted. The elven vampire tapped on the bar table impatiently wondering exactly what was taking the bartender so long. 

Eventually the half-drow barmaid brought over the drinks.

“Sorry for the wait.” She said softly, “not used to preparing food for our night time visitors.” The half-elf handed him a cold mug of dessert wine and a warm mug of ethically precured lifeblood.

Astarion took the drinks before turning and making his way back.  The half-orc then made his move, walking straight towards him.  

“Have a drink with me, handsome?” The half-orc gave a flirtatious smile, making the elf internally sigh in annoyance.

“No, I think not. My partner is waiting for me, you see.” Astarion gave a forced smile before attempting to make his way back to Tav. A large green hand was placed on his shoulder.

“Come on! Surely you're not talking about the little rat’s nest of hair? Sweetheart, I could show you things that little human wench couldn't even dream of-”

The elf quickly slapped his hand away. 

“Oh, I highly doubt you could show me anything I haven't already done myself. Now bugger off.” Astarion growled out the last part, barring his fangs at the orc before stomping off. 

Tav glanced up as Astarion took a seat next to her. He had a look of discomfort on his face, but quickly bushed it off as he noticed her attention on him.  “I'm back, my sweet.” Astarion smiled at Tav, setting their drinks down before planting a kiss on her cheek.

“You okay, doll? You seem uncomfortable.” Tav put her hand on his shoulder only to receive a small smile as his hand covered her own.

“I'm fine, love. Just a little annoyed by the wait is all.” Astarion squeezed her hand gently, not wanting her to worry. 

“Okay….” Tav said before looked back down at the letter, taking a sip from the wine Astarion had brought her. 

“What's that?” Astarion asked, sliding an arm over her shoulders before taking a sip from his own mug and internally sighing.

Rothé blood….

“Just an ominous threatening letter left by gods know who.” Tav said casually, nearly making Astarion spit out his blood. 

“Ah darling, perhaps you should be a just little more concerned about this?” 

“I'm not afraid. Let them come get me! I've been itching for a good fight for ages!” Tav clenched her fist, a wicked grin spread across her face. 

“Oh Tav, you know what that bloodlust look does to me.~” Astarion flirted leaning closer against his love. “But maybe we should be at least a bit more careful?”

“We’ve dealt with plenty of baddies before, Star. It’ll be fine!” Tav insisted.

“Need I remind you that there are only two of us now since the others have all gone their separate ways.” Astarion sighed, “I just worry for you, my dear.” 

“I know babe.” Tav planted a kiss on his cheek affectionately before saying,”I'll tell you what, once we get everything sorted out with the other spawn we'll recruit some new traveling companions and go after that ring of the sunwalker thing I heard about.” This brought a smile to the vampire’s lips. 

Large footsteps were heard stomping over to the table. Astarion glanced up seeing the half-orc from before approaching them.

“Sorry about my behavior before sweetness. I've just never seen such a breathtaking looking creature such as yourself. So, how about you ditch the runt and i'll take you somewhere we can get you something better to drink…. Perhaps someone?~” 

“Are you daft? I told you to bugger off!” Astarion snarled, glaring daggers at the large male. Astarion kept his arm around Tav in a protective manner, but it was more so for his own comfort truth be told. The half-orc was really making him uneasy. Tav could feel Astarion shake a little. 

“Hey, no need to be like that, I just want a piece of that tight little elven as-”  The half-orc was suddenly silenced by a scimitar pressed dangerously close to his groin.

“You really don't want to finish that sentence, big guy.” Tav said calmly, not even looking up at the green bastard. “You know I’ve been really itching to slit someone's throat lately, but you….I think I might have fun with you…” She said before finally turning her head towards him, a sadistic grin spread across her lips. 

“Y-You better watch yourself y-you little b-b-bitch!” He whined out the last part feeling Tav press her blade harder against his clothed crotch.

“Oh I like this!” Tav breathed out, voice unhinged and full of bloodlust as the half-orc began to shake in terror. “A big stupid creep thinks he can push me around just because I'm small…It's almost cute how pathetic you are. I should cut you open and show everyone what you really are inside. A gutless coward!” Tav stared at him intensely. The wicked grin spread across her lips didn't falter even for a second, until eventually she sighed.

“But it'd be rude to get blood all over Lyn’s nice clean floors.” Tav said, speaking of the half-drow bartender. “So you're going to leave now and never come near my lover again, or I'll cut your cock off and shove it down your throat. Understand?” Tav spat, nearly stabbing the blade of her scimitar through the orc’s pants.

“Y-Yes m-ma’m!” The half-orc said in a high pitch tone. 

“Good boy.” Tav pulled her blade back, “now get the fuck out of my sight.” She growled, causing the green creep to turn and make a run for it, slamming the door on his way out of the tavern. All the gnomes had seemed to halt their chatter and look over to the two lovers.

“Tav…” Astarion muttered in an irritated tone, “I didn't need you to defend me! I had that completely under control!” He fussed, clearly embarrassed because of the scene Tav had caused. 

“I'm sure you did sweetie, but you can't just expect me to sit by and do nothing when some pervert keeps treating you like a piece of meat.” Tav said calmly. 

“Darling that orc was huge! What if you hadn't been quick enough!? What if he comes back!?”

“Honey, I can literally turn into an owlbear.” Tav rolled her eyes. “I know you’re capable of kicking ass, Star. I have no doubt about that. But I don’t protect you because I think you're weak. I do it because I love you.” Tav said sweetly, placing her hand against his cheek. “And sometimes it's okay to need someone to protect you…” She looked down at his trembling hands. Fear began to stir in her gut, worried that he might have been triggered by the situation. Astarion simply place his hand over hers and relaxed into her touch. 

“I know. I love you too…It's just…I want to be able to protect the both of us…” Astarion glanced off to the side.

“You can! Babe, you're so much stronger than you give yourself credit for! You practically carried our team the entire time we were worm brained!” Tav placed a second hand on the other side of his face. Astarion rolled his eyes with a slight smile.

“Gods Tav, you're such a bad liar.” 

“I'm not lying!” Tav chuckled, “I'm pretty sure you have more kills than the rest of us combined! You're so stealthily and quick! The fuckers never saw it coming!” 

“Well perhaps I could be willing to allow you to win this little debate. Granted you continue to list off all of my many talents, or you can just call me beautiful and we can head upstairs for the evening?” 

“You're beyond beautiful, my Star.” Tav purred. 

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The night was quiet as Tav and Astarion rested on the top floor of the Inn. Both of them snug in their bed. Astarion always had a tendency to curl around Tav as she slept and he tranced. However, tonight Tav lay there, eyes wide open. Her mind for some reason wandering off to a memory brought on by today's events.

“I assume he belongs to you.” The drow’s eyes leered over Astarion lustfully as she spoke about his as if he was nothing but cattle.

“Excuse me? I don't appreciate you talking about my friend like he's a fucking piece of property.” Tav snapped, stepping in front of her companion protectively. Of course she'd see him that way. The drow treat all their men like cattle. The fact didn't make Tav any less insulted. 

“Now now. No need to speak like that. I only wish to make a trade.” The drow said calmly, however her stare seemed to harden a little. “What is your name, spawn?” 

“It’s Astarion but hold on!” Astarion put his hands up as if to keep some distance between him the drow. 

“Astarion, I've dreamt of being bitten by a vampire since I was a little girl.” She purred. Tav shot the drow a look which she ignored, red eyes locked on Astarion’s mouth.

“Let me get this straight, you want to be bitten?” Astarion asked, a look of confusion and disgust filled his face. Normally he would jump at a chance to sink his teeth into a willing person, hells part of him wanted to drain this bitch dry because of how she talked about him, but this drow pretty as she was her blood smelled worse than death itself! Just being in her presence was enough to make him want to gag! 

“To feel my life’s essence slipping away, to dance on the edge of death, yes I want it.” She said, nearly swooning. “I'll even compensate you. A potion of legendary power. It's not for sale, but it's yours if you bite me.” 

“I will have to decline.” Astarion said immediately.

“Excuse me? This is a once and a lifetime opportunity and you're squandering it!” 

“I gave you my answer!” Astarion spat. The drow woman ignored him and immediately turned to Tav. 

“Can't you talk some sense into your obstinate charge!?” She demanded.

“He said no. The hells do you not understand?” The druid snapped.

Gods, Tav couldn't help but think back to her first encounter with Araj the drow blood merchant. This incident today reminded her far too much of it. Except this time it might have been worse. The fucking orc actually tried to put his hands on him.

Tav furrowed her eyebrows and glanced back over to Astarion’s peaceful looking face. She knew he could handle himself in a fight, but the situation was different. These sorts of things really got to him. Tav ran her fingers gently through his hair. She needed to keep safe no matter what. Sleep took Tav eventually and she snuggled into her vampire’s embrace, enjoying the coolness of his skin.  And for a while the two were at peace, blissfully unaware of what lurked in the shadows.

It was probably about midnight when Tav woke up. She whimpered and felt around the bed for her lover, only feeling emptiness in his place. 

“Astarion?” Her eyes slowly blinked open and Tav sat up. She glanced around the room discovering the vampiric elf was nowhere in sight.  She tried to rationalize that Astarion was probably just up and around since he didn't need as much rest as she did, but Tav couldn't help but feel anxiety creep its way into the back of her mind.  She got to her feet before slowly feeling a dagger be pressed against her throat. 

“Nice to see you again, true soul…” A familiar feminine voice spoke softly in Tav's ear, causing her to grit her teeth as she looked back. 

“Araj? The hells are you doing all the way out here?” Tav sneered. 

“I needed to see you again. I require your help.” 

“I told you before, you aren't getting any more of my blood and if you even think of bringing up Astarion so help me-”

“This isn't about him, darling. This is about you. I am on the verge of something extraordinary, but I need one key ingredient. Your heart.” Araj slowly dragged the knife down her throat and down between her breasts.

Tav rolled her eyes before chuckling.

“Sweet, but you know I'm spoken for.” In a swift motion the druid slammed her foot down on the drow's own before grasping hold of her wrist and forcing the blade away from her body.

“You idiots! Get in here and help me!” Araj suddenly shouted, prompting the door to open, revealed two half-orc male’s and a female. 

With them was Astarion bound with silver chains wrapped around his body. Cloth was tied around his mouth, preventing him from speaking, but Tav could very clearly hear him whimpering in pain. The silver was burning his skin! 

“Now cooperate or else! I'll make sure our darling bloodsuck-” Tav didn't even give the drow a moment to speak any further before knocking the blade from her hand and slamming her fist into her face with enough force to knock Araj to the floor. Araj hit the ground with a thud, seemingly knocked unconscious from the blow. The druid’s eyes quickly went back to Astarion who was struggling and letting out muffled cries of pain, but despite this he looked far more pissed off than afraid.  That didn't calm the rage that was stirring deep inside Tav however, and the fact that the same gods damned perverted orc from before was holding onto Astarion's silver chains just pushed her over the edge. 

Without even thinking Tav dropped to the ground transforming into a huge direwolf before letting out a deep bloodthirsty snarl and lunging right for the familiar half orc. Her jaws sank right into his groin, causing him to let out a blood curdling scream.

“Bloody hells! Get that thing off of him!” The female half-orc shouted. 

“But the vampire!?” The other male orc replied.

“He's tied up you dumb fuck!” She shouted before turning to attack Tav. Tav yanked her head back hard, tearing a chunk out of the half-orc’s flesh and trousers. The half orc continued to scream as Tav spat his unmentionables out before he tumbled over and began to bleed out on the floor. 

“That crazy drow bitch better pay us good for this.” The remaining male half-orc muttered before charging at Tav alongside the female. 

Tav quickly dove under his legs before bucking him to the ground with her back and darting right for Astarion. Astarion shook his head as his wildshaped lover approached him with a doglike whine and sunk her teeth into his chains, trying to he them off him. She was only able to allow one of his arms to slip free. Astarion quickly tore the cloth around his head. 

“For gods' sake Tav! Look out!” He shouted, before suddenly the female half-orc slammed into Tav from behind, wrapping her arms around her in a headlock. 

“I've got her! I've got her!” The female orc shouted. Tav growled loudly before turning round and sinking her teeth into the orc female’s shoulder. In the struggle the two ended up tumbling down the stairs and out the front door of the tavern.  The half-orc male was about to run off after his female companion when suddenly he noticed Astarion had somehow slipped free from his bindings. The vampire’s skin was quickly healing from the burns left from the silver, and his eyes almost appeared to be glowing red. He clenched and unclenched his fists revealing sharp claw-like fingernails and the next thing the half-orc knew were icy fangs piercing his throat.

Outside the tavern, Tav and the female orc were still going at it. The half orc threw a punch to Tav's head knocking her back before she took out a blade and took a stab at the direwolf only for Tav to dart out of the way at the last second and take a bit at the orc woman’s leg. 

“You godsdamn mutt!” She yelled, kicking Tav in the face before plugging her blade into her back.

Tav howled in pain and backed up, blood trickling down her back and staining her fur.  She let out a pained whimper as she looked up at the half-orc.

The she-orc smirked triumphantly.

“Not so high and mighty now are you, druid?” She huffed starring Tav right in the eyes. Without another word Tav lunged at the orc with a monstrous growl, sinking her jaws into the green female's head. 

“GODS DAMNIT!!” The half-orc screamed. Tav sunk her claws into her shoulders as she stood up on her hind legs and dug her teeth into the orc's skull.  Then with a harsh whip of her head Tav snapped her opponent’s neck. The druid then released the orc, letting her drop to the ground.

Tav dropped back down on all fours with a sigh, panting a little from the fight. She turned her head and yanked the blade from her back. Luckily in this form she wouldn't actually be harmed. But she was honestly feeling far too tired to stay in her wildshape now. Slowly she transformed back, taking a moment to regain her strength. 

“A-Astarion…I-I need to get back to Astarion…” Tav told herself. 

“I'm afraid you won't be seeing him again.” Araj suddenly stepped out from the shadows, blade in hand. “I am not leaving without your heart!” She hissed. 

“Oh for fucks sake! Don't you ever get tired of being a psycho!?” Tav hissed, she quickly reached for her weapon, but this time Araj was quicker.  She stabbed her blade into Tav's leg making her freeze. 

“What….W-What is this!?” Tav sputtered, suddenly feeling her limbs begin to tingle and go numb. She tried to move, but her body just felt so heavy. 

“A paralysis potion I've been keeping for a rainy day. I'd hoped I wouldn't have to use it. I have no idea what affects it will have on your heart unfortunately, but I can't let you get away.” Araj stopped as she watched Tav whimper and squirm on the ground. The silver haired female wiped her blade clean off the potion before she then undid the buttons on Tav's shirt, exposing her chest.

“Now I'll need a nice clean cut. I don't want to damage your heart too badly.” The drow licked her lips before dragging the tip of her blade over Tav’s chest. “Just close your eyes and it'll be all over…” Tears began to form in the corners of Tav’s eyes, heart pounding so hard she was sure it’d burst right out before that damn drow bitch would even have a chance to cut into it.

“Get away from my Tav.” Astarion suddenly growled out, appearing behind Araj who quickly turned and struck at him with her blade. 

“Not until I have her heart!” Araj hissed.

Astarion ducked out of the way, unsheathing his own blade and taking a swing at her.  His dagger barely nicked the side of her cheek as she dodged, drawing a few drops of blood.

“Gods below, it's even more foul smelling than before!” He made a gagging sound.

“Mock me all you like! It won't stop me!” Araj took another stab at Astarion aiming right for his throat, but he quickly grabbed her wrists and pushed her back towards the ground. Now that he was free of the tadpole his vampiric strength returned and it gave him an edge in battle.

“You know darling, I think I may have had a sudden change of heart. I may just bite you after all.” Astarion said, forcing a grin upon his face. 

“What-” Confusion flickered over her face for a split second, immediately being followed by Astarion sinking his fangs into her neck, but instead of drinking her blood, he tore her throat right out.  

Astarion immediately spat out any of her blood that had gotten into his mouth before watching her drop to the ground, a twisted smile plastered over her face. “I-Incredible….” She choked out before suddenly coughing up an alarming amount of blood. 

 He quickly disregarded her lifeless body and swiftly moved to Tav who was still paralyzed on the ground. 

“My love, are you alright?” Astarion knelt down and cradled her head with one hand.

“I-I can't m-move….S-She got me with a paralysis poison…” Tav croaked out.

“Hang in there lover.”Astarion frowned, looking down at Tav with worry. He immediately scooped her up bridal-style. “I'm going to take you to Dalyria. She should be able to cure this.” Astarion carried Tav back into the tavern. Several of the patrons were whispering to each other. Some seemed deathly afraid of Astarion and his love. The vampire spawn simply ignored them.

“I don't think we're going to be welcome here any longer, Star.” Tav said as Astarion set her down on a sofa near the tavern fireplace.  

“Forget them, darling. We're leaving anyway. Now sit tight while I grab our things.” Astarion said, kissing her forehead before quickly going upstairs to get their packs. Tav sat by the fire, she could see the barmaid Lyn giving her an awfully ugly look. 

Good gods, it's not our fault we were attacked.

Tav rolled her eyes. It didn't take long for Astarion to return with their things.  Tav weakly nuzzled her face into his neck as Astarion scooped her back up into his arms. Tav stared up at him with adoration as he carried her out. 

“You did it, you know.” She hummed.

“What are you on about?’ Astarion glanced down at her.

“You protected me!” Tav exclaimed with a weak smile, “and thank the gods you did. I was sure I was a goner.”

“You give me far too much credit, my love. I still allowed you to get injured. You did a much better job than I.” Astarion huffed. 

“You kidding? You just saved my life Astarion and this isn't even the first time.” Tav insisted. “Look, from now on no more arguing over who protects who. We protect each other and that's final.” 

“You're being awfully demanding of someone who can't even move her arms, my dear.” Astarion chuckled, “but I am grateful all the same.”

He planted another kiss upon Tav's forehead before continuing on to meet up with his sister and hopefully cure his beloved’s ailment.

The two set off, leaving the tavern to deal with three battered corpses and a mysterious trail of blood…

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Note from TheChaoticDruid: Phew! Finally got this thing out! Honestly despite finding her a very shitty person and absolutely despising how she treats Astarion I can't help but find Araj interesting. The whole thing with blood and heck the creepy shit you find in her basement makes me want to know more about her. Kinda went a little overboard with this in terms of violence I guess, but I kinda wish there were more bg3 fics with some action in them. Also, I may have kinda ignored how silver and vampires work in DnD, but BG3 plays fast and loose with lore so I guess I will too. Hope you like it!

[churrorat-art]

!WEE BIT O' GORE WARNING!

SPRUNK ART THAT IK YALL WANTED TO SEE ...

(The paper is so beat up I've been drawing on it for a week or two LOL))

Individuals under cutttt

I hc sky, jevin and tunner to be found family. Tunner acts as a parental figure to sky and jevin. Sky is basically jevins brother

Simon x brud..(sunbucket)........but it's one sided cause simon is aroace and oblivious <\3

PLATONIC BESTIE CUDDLES :3 !!!! Simon and oren and brud and wenda (plus bonus wenda, she has a crush on every woman she meets)

Then family cuddle stack (jevin prob ain't sleeping)

VINERIA!! shes my sisters fav so I drew them for her. Her design is slug inspired

Raddy is a jerk to OWAKCX so his cool friend vineria beats up raddy

I got frustrated that I couldn't draw oren right so I killed everyone..sorry folks:(

THATS BASICALLY ALL THEM!! I'm trying not to reveal too much about my highschool au btw :33

Also the reason I've been putting off that is cuz I wanted to experiment with designs n stuff first

[lumibye]

- vent☆

my ex has been trying to contact me for months through any means he can find and i just got an email from a throwaway account he made saying he wants to reconnect - im half tempted to be like " no go away im dating fictional man now ♡ "

[spideyladman]

(Disclaimer: Do not attack the person who has made these drawings)

Something I don't understand in the animation meme community is how a lot of people have just accepted that people can draw funny drawings in CWs. I'm sorry, what do you mean you're okay with these?

(CW: Bright colours, Blood, Gore, Dead animals, Mention of harrassment, Mention of panic attack)

I don't understand how anyone can look at these and think that it's okay because, look, these drawings feel like they're mocking people who have dealt with these situations. These just feel distasteful.

Like if y'all saw a CW of "Harrassment" and saw one of these funny drawings regarding it, y'all would freak your shit out about that.

Someone's funny drawing of a sensitive topic, is another person's panic attack. Just letting y'all know that.

[greencatalystcomet]

when you criticize a childrens novel that came out like 20 years ago and people respond telling you youre so stupid you should kill yourself :/

cant believe jkr created a prison that forces you to relive all of your worst memories, put a fairly major character in that prison for twelve years without a trial, and then just... didnt make it a commentary on the justice system OR the prison system. just like "lol thats a quirky thing that happened just for plot reasons, no bearing on reality tho"

[thedeafprophet]

actually its kind of funny the characters i dislike because of the fans is like. a very big level of difference bwtn FL and TMA ajkdflfllfgl

now its like "people dont follow canon with the character which wouldnt be a problem except its shoved everywhere and people are really annoying about it :(" vs back in tma it was "the people who liked these characters are huge bigots with a cult following that they encourage to send death threats and suicide bait over headcanons and ships."

so. yeah lmao. big difference in the vibes right now XD

[thedepressedjuggalette]

I'd like to apologize to the Palestinians. I am sorry that the people who abstained from voting didn't listen to you. They have sentenced you all to die by letting Trump win. They have actively weaponized their platforms to bully those of us who were supporting Biden and Harris because we could pressure Biden and Harris into listening to us. They bullied BIPOC creators because BIPOC creators kept correcting them.

America has failed you. America has become complicit and comfortable with racism, misinformation, genocide, and fascism.

Don't let anti-voters forget and ignore the fact they let you all get wiped off the map and used you as an excuse for them not voting.

[system-vent]

I'm still so pissed about this girl who fakeclaimed us a while back like she just wouldn't stop and acted as if we were in the wrong for lashing out after she refused to leave us alone. She made multiple accounts just to harrass us she got friends to lie to us to try to gain our trust in order to further fakeclaim us and acted like she was the victim because we called her abelist and she has bpd

She also regularly ignored our npd and only focused on fakeclaiming our autism and did, she got mad at us for showing symptoms of npd, despite saying pretty clearly that we have it. She also doxxed the city we live in and justified it by saying that a famous youtuber said he lived in the same city. And didn't see anything wrong with it. Also refused to call us by our collective name (reffered to us only by our username) and used exclusively they/them on us (when it happened our collective pronouns were he/it, our current collection pronouns are he/him we should add we're transmasc and have been out as transmasc for 3 years.)

Ugh it's just so annoying that I just have to have that memory floating around my brain

.

[url0calpr0sh1tt3r]

hoooly shit.

To the peep in my inbox here ya go, fuck it:

Tldr: an anti posts ship hate in a tag, a trans person tells them to tag it, the anti is offended and bullies them for months, and calls them a transphobe for fictional headcanons the anti also has, and calls them a number of slurs including crazy, cissy, etc, until they leave and possibly commit suicide.

The anti’s name is “Howl” and he’s @eightdoctor

The victim is Jazz @angerissue @helicarrier

For Howl I looked through his blog to see if I could find anything on him, and he lives in the uk or across the pond, based on timezones, and he’s posted a lot of selfies so if you ever come across someone like this, steer fucking clear if you value your mental health. (This is readily accessible public info on his blog fwiw.) I feel sick to my stomach so I’ll just post all the shit I found.

I think it started with this,

Howl posted anti shit in a character tag

https://eightdoctor.tumblr.com/post/672832902144376832/wait-this-person-is-so-crazy-check-this-shit

He was obviously looking to start shit and annoy people and be a ship policer, but Angerissue stood up against his ship hate, and she got so much harassment in return.

Howl literally reblogged that ship post over and over again to shit on Angerissue with new little “damning things” he got from her huge HUGE blog that she ran, like did he just sit on her blog for hours to find these tiny things or wtf?? There’s so much stuff on her blog, I can’t even begin to think how he even found what he was posting. What happened to don’t like don’t read:

https://eightdoctor.tumblr.com/post/676090902015524864

After that came this

https://eightdoctor.tumblr.com/post/676032972316688384/this-person-went-to-the-er-cuz-i-called-them-out

“Haha cissy”

“White savior tendencies”

What the actual fuck?

I looked at Angerissue’s posts and things to see if I could find any white savior narrative and I found literally nothing, not even anything about race at all

https://eightdoctor.tumblr.com/post/676040458113302528/i-just-looked-into-this-person-youre-insulting

“I wish they’d died in the er actually”

He literally encouraged his posse to bully her off tumblr, a bunch of antis joined in. Someone said Angerissue blocked them and it must have meant she was a homophobe (noo, it couldn’t be because they were harassing her, no way, she must have blocked them because she’s a homophobe, these fucking wankers with no compassion). Someone said “wow she posted all that instead of just apologizing” when nobody asked for an apology or even tried to talk to her, it was all attacks!

https://waxwingsfail.tumblr.com/post/672859227785773056/brooo-are-we-just-gonna-ignore-this

Look at all the checkboxes this guy checks off. He calls Angerissue ableist while being ableist himself (“this person is crazy”), and while Angerissue I’m guessing is disabled because she has migraines! And lots of other things he can’t even substantiate, while he acts hateful about cis people himself and calls her a “cissy”. I’m fucking LIVID

I guess nobody actually went to Angerissue to talk to her, they just jumped into the mob with their pitchforks.

The only KIND OF questionable thing was “female pronouns” but a lot of people make that mistake and I checked Angerissue’s blog, she had changed it?? And any thing else just seems like bad wording, I don’t see any actual transphobia, she checks out to be an actually good person and her comments on her blog even say she was open to fixing things she does wrong, I just

All of Angerissue’s phrasing was easily explained by ignorance or just bad wording, and I know someone who gets migraines, sometimes you just fuck up your words (idr what the name for that is) so that’s a possibility too, why attribute such tiny fuckups to malice right out of the gate?!

(Don’t even get me started on Howl’s about page. He’s obviously an anti so this whole thing just reeks of a smear campaign)

Also Howl has a headcanon of his own about Bruce Banner (the character Angerissue writes and Howls’ special interest) having internalized homophobia too, so why did he say “lol they made them a transphobe with their whole chest” about Angerissue like it was an attack on her as a person?? And say “can we bully her off the website now”?

https://eightdoctor.tumblr.com/post/180778623661/what-are-your-top-10-headcanons-about-bruce

He was shitting on Angerissue and telling people to bully her for literally the same headcanon he has! What a hypocrite.

I also found this joke post a long time back into his blog, but obviously it’s not just a joke for him, it’s something he bullied Angerissue over because he couldn’t accept her own headcanons and he even bullied her over things he had the same headcanon for (but he didn’t mention that of course, because if Angerissue was horrible for having that headcanon it would mean he was too, and he couldn’t have that could he?):

https://eightdoctor.tumblr.com/post/177280551336

Also Howl captured a paragraph where Angerissue explained Bruce Banner’s mental illness started in his childhood then got worse when he met another character (Wanda maximoff), and right below that, even tho the EVIDENCE WAS RIGHT THERE IN THE CAPTURE, Howl accused Angerissue of making that new character cause Bruce Banner’s mental illness instead of it starting in his youth (here, under the reblog with the weird dick comment…)

This went on for months apparently

The worst part is, Angerissue says she is nonbinary on her blog so I can’t imagine how hard this was for her, imagine being called a transphobe for a headcanon by someone who has the same headcanon.

Edit: Thanks to a comment I just learned that “cissy” is actually a slur made towards cis people, so by calling Angerissue “cissy” Howl was basically saying she wasn’t trans (or nonbinary), but cis. If that isn’t transphobic idk what is. You can’t take identities away to bully or punish people, holy shit.

Now Angerissue seems to have not been on for months, and she made some very worrying posts about killing herself. I was talking to one of her friends which is how I found about all this, and they haven’t heard from her either, even though they’ve been in good contact for a year. Angerissue put ten years of her life into a passion character, she made gut-wrenchingly beautiful gifs and fics and made a mainstay blog for the roleplay commuity, and this is what she got. This was the kind of person she was. I hope she’s still alive but I don’t know if she is, and I’m horrified and sick and something needs to be done even if that isn’t the case

THIS ISNT FUNNY, ITS NOT A FUCKING JOKE, STOP BULLYING PEOPLE OVER FUCKING HEADCANONS OR HONEST MISTAKES BECAUSE YOU WANT A TEMPORARY LAUGH ABOUT HOW (NOT) MORALLY SUPERIOR YOU ARE, YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKS.

[evenyvn]

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄. — detective!alhaitham x troublemaker male!reader

chapter 01 : rain and interrogation.

cw : lowercase intended. mentioned of harrasment.

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　　　　rain poured down heavily outside the police station, soaking the empty streets and sidewalks of the city. the sound of water droplets hitting the metal roof and glass windows made the atmosphere feel silent, only interrupted by the occasional clap of thunder in the distance.

street lights reflected light on puddles of water that began to pool on the edge of the sidewalk. behind the office windows, several officers seemed busy with their work, while the roar of the rain that never stopped—as if adding to the impression of silence and seriousness. the smell of wet soil and humid air added to the tension, as if a sign that something was happening out there.

on one of the police officers' desks, a 25-year-old man with (h/c) hair sat casually on a chair right in front of the desk, his legs is crossed, and his arms folded in front of his chest.

his slightly wrinkled clothes seemed to contrast with the serious atmosphere around him. with a tight black shirt that showed off his broad chest and a slightly wet leather jacket hanging on the back of his chair.

a police officer sits across from him gave the man a tired gaze, as if he was already very familiar with the man's behavior. "so, you're causing a commotion again, huh (m/n)?" the policeman said, his voice flat, as if he was no longer surprised by the man's behavior. the man called '(m/n)' smiled slightly, seeming not to be in a hurry.

"i know, i know. i often cause trouble. But this time is different, sir—those fucking bastards were harrassing an innocent lady." he answered in a relaxed tone, almost as if he was telling a story to a friend, and not in an interrogation room.

the policeman took a deep breath. "you say that every time, right? but why does it always end here?" the man shrugged, his expression remaining calm, even too calm. "it can't be helped, sir. if i don't step in, who else will help that lady? sometimes, other people are too much of a cowards to interfere in such matters."

some officers who passed by glanced and shook their heads, they had seen this man's face appear in the police station too often. from small cases to bigger problems. the atmosphere became a little tense, but also not free from boredom. most of people in this police station already knew that this man, although he was here often, had a different perspective.

he came with seemingly noble reasons, but the methods he chose always got him into trouble.

"acting like a hero on the streets won't always solve the problem, you know?" the policeman said while staring at (m/n) sharply, but there was a tired tone in his voice. "but yeah, we're used to it... cases like this never get solved, right?"

(m/n) laughed softly. "Sometimes we just have to get down to business. i can't just stay still." the man said casually as he lean back on his chair.

the police station door opened with a soft squeak. a tall man stepped in, wearing a dark suit that was slightly wet from the rain and a pair of rectangular glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

alhaitham, a detective with fair skin and gray hair, entered the room with calm and calculated steps. although not so striking in appearance, the mysterious and firm aura that surrounded him was enough to make people around him turn away, even without him saying a word.

he passed several tables with a sharp gaze, as if reading every corner of the room and every little detail that might be missed by ordinary eyes. the atmosphere that was initially lively suddenly became quieter when several police officers who were busy typing or talking glanced at each other, realizing his presence.

(m/n) who was sitting on a chair with folded arms and a relaxed expression, suddenly turned his head, his eyes catching the figure of Alhaitham who had just stepped in. unconsciously, he noticed the detective's movements-his presence that was different from ordinary people made him curious.

alhaitham did not realize that he had been watched by the man with (h/c) hair, he seemed used to other people's gazes on him. he seemed busy checking the files at the reception desk, ignoring the hustle and bustle around him for a moment. however, the man who just got involved in a fight continued to look at him with curiosity clearly visible on his eyes.

"who is he, sir?" (m/n) finally asked in a low tone, his relaxed voice breaking the silence that enveloped the police station.

the officer sitting in front of him just shrugged, used to such questions. "that's alhaitham, a detective who is sometimes assigned here. he works mostly alone, i heard he is a genius who has solved cases so perfectly."

the troublemaker of a man nodded slowly, eyes still focused on alhaitham who continued to move around the room. "no wonder... there's a different... vibes. it seems, this guy is not just anyone," he muttered, more to himself, but loud enough for the officers nearby to hear.

alhaitham's green eyes that were focused on the file suddenly caught the man's figure. for a moment, the two of them stare at each other, although no words were spoken. alhaitham realized the gaze, but he did not show any excessive reaction. he just continued his work, as if unaffected by the presence of the curious man.

however, (m/n) felt something interesting, something in the detective that invited his curiosity even deeper.

the (h/c) haired man almost got up from his chair, wanting to approach alhaitham who was checking the files with focus. there was a sense of curiosity that surged within him, something that made him want to know more about the gray-haired detective who had just entered.

the first step had already swung when he started to move, but suddenly a hand of the policeman who was interrogating him—who had previously just been sitting casually on the chair—now reached out and held the man's shoulder gently but firmly.

"uh-uh, where do you think you're going?" said the policeman in a low voice, almost a whisper. "we're not done here yet."

the man turned his head, his gaze a little surprised, but not angry. "what else? i just want to chat with him for a moment," he answered casually, trying to pull his shoulder away from the policeman's hand that was holding him.

the officer shook his head slowly, his expression was familiar with this man's behavior. "don't cause any more trouble. we just talked about your own case, right? don't bother him."

however, the troublemaker still tried to escape from the police's restraint, with high curiosity in his eyes. "i won't bother him, i just want to talk. i'm curious about him, he seems like a different person. sir," he answered with a light voice.

the policeman took a deep breath, not too surprised by the man's attitude. "you know what will happen if you fight back, right?" he said in a slightly sharp tone, trying to hold back his patience.

the (h/c) haired man paused for a moment, realizing that he might get himself into more trouble if he continued to resist. he sat back down with a look of dissatisfaction evident on his face. although he would have preferred to talk to the gray haired man, he knew that this interrogation was not over yet and there was no point in making any more trouble.

"okay, sir. I understand," he said with a frown, but his gaze still did not leave detective alhaitham who was still busy minding his own bussiness. "but I'm still curious about him."

the policeman nodded slowly, as if he had predicted the man's reaction. "you still have plenty of time to chat, but don't cause any trouble. wait until we done."

the man finally sat back down, although his curiosity about the detective had not disappeared. he knew that if he had the chance, he would definitely approach the detective. But this time, he had to hold back and wait until the interrogation was over.

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[cherryluvrx3]

KINKTOBER day 2: degradation

Idia Shroud x gn reader

cw. dom reader, public (they’re in a hallway but no one’s around), cock slapping, dubious consent, reader is kinda an asshole lol

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Idia whined in protest as he was pushed to a wall, a full body shudder racking through his body as I dragged my nails against the tent his erection made through his pants.

“Seriously? I was just making fun of you and you got hard? God you’re a freak.” I laughed as I fully groped him through his clothes, my chest pressed against his back as I pressed him further into the wall.

“A-ah! Stop it! We’re in a hallway someone could see-ah!” He was cut off as I flicked the head of his cock.

“Who cares? Class is in session and no one really comes down this hallway as is. Are you scared of someone walking by and seeing what a degenerate you are? Getting off on getting bullied and harrased?” I asked, grinding the palm of my hand against his crotch while my other arm wrapped around his torso trying to keep him still.

“No! I’m not- mmph..oh..mmh” his voice trailed off as he got more focused on thrusting his hips into my hand.

“You’re not what? You’re not a desperate slut? Everyone already knows you are, stupid.” I slapped his hard cock making him jump with a gasp.

“We can all tell you’re a fucking horny loser that fucks his hand every night. I bet you hump your hand like you’re doing mine right? And I bet you make yourself cum over and over because you’re soo lonely and a pathetic ass perv.” My hands now started to unzip his pants to pull his dick out.

“O-oh yeah? Then what are you? A perv playing with a perv’s dick right?” Idia had an irritating smug smirk on his face.

“Argh! Hey!” He whined as I gripped his cock roughly as soon as it was free before using my free hand to cover his mouth, two fingers forcing their way past his glossy lips to play with his tongue.

“I don’t wanna hear bitching from your loser ass so shut the hell up.” I spoke firmly in his ear as my hand began stroking at a fast, aggressive pace to overwhelm him.

“Urgh- ack! mmph..” He whined and choked against the fingers in his mouth as I pressed them against his tongue.

He glared at me and bit me as a last act of defiance. Although, any fight he had quickly left when I slapped his cock once more, he would’ve let out a loud yelp if my fingers weren’t still in his mouth.

“Seriously stop acting so tough. Listen to this,” I played with his tip, leaking precum and dripping down himself, the sound lewdly echoing down the hall. “Hear that shit? And you wanna claim you’re not a degenerate slut?”

He whimpered, a rush of embarrassment flowing through him. Gripping the wall for support, his hips now freely thrusted into my hand. His tongue now sucking the fingers in his mouth, he even went as far as to move his head up and down as if he was sucking off a dick.

I laughed in his ear and picked up the pace. “You must’ve stopped thinking with your head and started thinking with your dick huh?” He nodded, his eyes starting to roll back and his nails scratching against the paint on the wall. “You wanna cum right?” I asked and he replied with a muffled jumble similar to ‘yes, so bad!’

“Okay then move.” I stopped moving my hand and he looked at me in confusion.

“Hmmph…?”

“Go on. If you wanna cum then move.”

His cheeks flushed red but his need to cum was stronger than his embarrassment and he began thrusting his hips against my hand at a rapid pace.

My hand slapping against his abdomen made vulgar squelching sounds just from how much of his precum it was soaked with.

Idia whimpered as I tightened my grip, his thighs shaking as he desperately chased after his release. Idia’s face was a mess of smudged blue lipgloss and drool, tears welling in his eyes as they rolled back again. My crotch throbbed at the sight.

“Mmph, Mmph, mmmngg!” He groaned, his body shook as spurts of cum shot out his dick and onto the wall. His head tossed back as I wrang him for every drop he could give.

I pulled my drool covered hand out his mouth and he panted.

I looked to my messy hands and just wiped them against his shirt.

“Hey! Ew that's gross stop!” Idia whined trying to pull my hands off.

“It’s literally your mess so deal with it.”

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Pretty quick and simple :p I almost didn’t post just bc I’m so fucking lazy 😭 I’m a day behind so I gotta try to catch up at one point…

[fionay]

Again?? Girl, I just bought the pink Friday 2 CD and got my best friend a Nicki shirt for her upcoming birthday, don’t do this to ur brand

Note: PLEASE do NOT contact any of these people.

..what is Nicki doing?? I cant keep defending her, this poor girl omfg

Also I didn’t mean to like it, idk why I have that shit liked. Just thought I’d point that out

[chrisisvbun]

Okay, now I need more Logan and Bunny!Girl 😩

a/n: ur wish is my command.

guilty as sin. logan howlett x bunny!femreader. part OO2.

a/n 2: btw I'm trying this new cute little layouts tell me if you like them:) i've been really inactive bcs of work shit and been really sick too, but im writing i swear

synopsis: After peace came to the mansion after your arrival, you did not have another encounter with Logan, so spending time with Ororo became a regular thing for you, although Logan doesn't seem to like it.

cw: PTSD related to prostitution and sex, depression, harrasment. a bit of ooc logan, mentions of sex.

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first.

☆☆☆

You liked Logan.

Well, ‘like” is a pretty vague word, but that’s the one that fits better. You liked him. He was handsome, he was fun, he was sweet with you and you were comfortable around him. You liked that teasing game that you used to have with him, mostly he was bothering you until you slapped his shoulder while he laughed.

So, why wouldn’t you date him? He was clearly into you too

Oh, such a silly answer. You got shy.

Because of your nature you are almost forced to be shy, but you weren’t that shy, you were pretty extroverted when you had to, you didn’t really mind talking to people, and you were a teacher, so you had to be slightly extrovert to have that job.

But after that night in the kitchen, when Logan’s hands hugged your skin while taking you in the sweetest way, you couldn’t look him in the eye without getting red all over and shaking like a scared bunny before running away. Logan frowned everytime you would run away from him, but that didn’t stop him from looking at you when you gave classes and just roamed around you for the following months.

He was obsessed with you. He could watch you for ages, watch that white, curly, pretty hair of yours, how it fell through your back till your lower back, how your shirt was lifted by your puffy tail and how your ears bounced whenever you got surprised or scared. You were so pretty, so cute, and so perfect to corrupt.

He was a bad man, but for you, he would turn into a gentleman.

But you were avoiding him, but you weren’t alone, of course. You had Ororo, who was slowly turning into your best friend. Really slowly. After being abandoned by the one you thought was your best friend, it was hard to trust again. But Ororo was patient, kind, and really funny, hanging out with her had always left you tearing up and grabbing your belly because you would laugh so hard.

You liked spending time with her, but sometimes the activities she would like doing triggered you in some way.

The therapist said that it was normal that many memories are blocked to protect yourself, but that they could be expressed and manifested in certain ways. It wasn't a lie. The trauma was clearly very heavy, enough for you to forget most of the events. There were days where you didn't want to leave your room, the pain in your chest wouldn't let you move from the bed, and as soon as you tried, you would collapse on the floor next to the bed in desperate tears.

Ororo had insisted on having sleepovers together, but you refused. There was something about it that took you back to a deep, dark place, a room where the only thing you can hear are the echoes of suffering women, yours mixing with those of others. Sometimes, checking to make sure you were okay, Scott and Ororo would look into your room and see you curled up in a ball in the upper corner of the bed, uncomfortable, as if you needed it. A part of you didn't want to get better, it was easier not to know, to live in unconsciousness, but you knew that it was not healthy, that that life was not healthy.

That’s why you started to go clubbing with her, you had already gone two times, this one being the third one. Ororo was sitting next to you, applying a pale pink blush in your pale cheeks before putting some gloss in your lips.

“You are done, girl.” She stood up and passed you your gloss. 

“Thank you, love.” You smiled warmly. You grabbed your bag and began walking downstairs with her. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, let me call a cab.” Ororo grabbed her while speaking.

A little creek in the kitchen made you raise one of your ears.

“It’s me, bun, don’t worry.”

Fuck.

Out of all the people in the mansion. He had to show.

“Going out?” He crossed his big arms and leaned in the doorframe.

“Yeah! I’m taking her to a club that I know she’ll love.” Ororo smiled.

“ ‘Kay, I’ll drive you.” He said, patting his jeans to find his keys.

“It’s not necess-”

“God! Thank you, cab cost an arm and a leg.” Ororo huffed a laugh as you sighed. 

You were glad that the blush in your cheeks was dissimulated by your makeup.

You were sitting in the passenger seat, pretending to be on your phone as Ororo grabbed a coat she had forgotten upstairs. You wanted to kill her, she left you alone with him, gosh, wasn’t it obvious how nervous did you get around him? Maybe not, and she just enjoyed seeing you like that. Yeah, that was your best friend. And worse, he was smoking. Looking so hot and nonchalant.

Logan coughed a bit before looking at you, up and down, and huffed.

“What?” You dared to say, without looking at him.

He shook his head. “Nothin’, bub.”

“No, go ahead.” You left your mobile aside and crossed your arms.

Logan looked down to your chest covered in your black sleeveless corset and smiled.

“You look gorgeous, bunny.” He said, looking at the window and taking a puff from his cigar.

You closed your eyes shut, almost your whole body getting blushed at the compliment. Not pretty, not cute, not good. Gorgeous. He said that word.

“Thanks.” You mumbled shyly, your breath started to get a little worked up. He noticed, of course, and the sight made him smirk.

“I’m back!” Ororo got back in the backseat, and you exhaled like you had been holding your breath for years.

The ride was quiet to you, your mind was peacefully roaming around the lights on the road, even having Logan next to you. That until his hand went to rest on your bare thigh. God, he had to ruin your peace, of course.

His fingers moved to the inner part of your thigh, his palm resting on the front of it. His fingertips massaged your flesh gently, like he knew what he was doing, like he knew how wet you would get with that.

You finally got to the club, some loud music was muffled by the closed doors. You grabbed your jacket and your purse to get out of that freaking car, you could almost scent your own arousal by that moment.

“Wanna join us, Logan?” Ororo suggested.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Guess someone has to take care of you two.” He sighed and got out of the car.

Ororo slapped your shoulder a bit when Logan was away. “You'll thank me later.” and she left too.

You sighed and began to get out of the car too, starting to regret all of that.

“Gonna stick in the bar, you guys have fun.” He said, quickly getting in to go where he said.

“Well, I guess I won't have to thank you for anything.” You said, almost glad that he had left.

You started to get slightly happier and expectant for that night, you could have fun, you wouldn't get too drunk and maybe, if the music wasn't so good for dancing, you could seat and enjoy it. Yeah, a good night.

(...)

Everything you thought that wouldn't happen, happened. You were some long hours into the party, and music was great, surprisingly great. Not some weird music that teens just used as background sound to get drunk and high. Shakira, Britney Spears, Katy Perry, Madonna and Christina Aguilera were sounding all the time, and you couldn't feel happier. That until “Single Ladies” by Beyoncé started, you almost freaked out, and started screaming the lyrics with Ororo.

It was relevant that you were… drunk. Not in the clouds, just drunk enough to feel funny and energized to dance.

“All the single ladies, now put your hands up.” You sang with Ororo while lifting your hands.

Logan, as a totally mature man, he huffed. Single? Huh, if it were up to him, you'd be tied to the bed right now, and not in those shorts that hugged your butt beautifully and in a thin green tank top with thin sleeves. Between both garments he could see the edge of your baby blue underwear and that beautiful, round, adorable bunny tail.

God, you were beautiful, and he was disgusting, he couldn't take his eyes out of your ass and your tail and how you moved your hips smoothly in circles, almost provoking him. On those ‘whoa-oh-oh’ you would move your hips up to the left, up to the right, making your tail bounce.

Was this the karma of provoking you back in the car? Because it was working perfectly, he was hard as a rock.

‘Cause if you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it.’

Oh, he was. If he saw one more man looking at you again, he was putting a fucking ring on your finger if that would make you stay at home with him.

In the blink of an eye, a man appeared behind you, you heard quietness when his disgusting fingers grabbed your buttcheek like he had the right too. The muscular memory to pull against it like you were taught to almost won, it didn't because you saw Ororo’s look in her eyes, a look of displeasure and anger.

Your body tensed at the realization of the situation, and that happening in a matter of seconds, your nails went to sink on his shoulder, only Logan's hand stopping you.

“We are going home.” He said, firmly grabbing your wrist.

You were in the passenger seat now. And you didn't really know how you got there, you supposed Logan had to push you there because you couldn't move, the ghost feeling of that stranger touch, that at the same time felt so familiar.

You were quiet, Ororo and Logan too, but their thoughts were louder than yours, you could almost hear what they were thinking.

Once he pulled over at the mansion, you slowly climbed off the car, putting on your jacket as you walked in. Logan frowns, worried, Ororo had just a concerned look on her eyes as they both follow you in.

You felt almost dizzy, desperate to reach your room, to go and shower, clean yourself up from the touch, from the nonconsensual hands that touched you recently and in the past. The feeling of a dirty touch in your clothes made you want to rip them away. You used to do that since your fur was warm enough for you, but now the feeling seems to have pierced your jeans and burned your clothes. 

You couldn’t hear Logan’s voice calling you, you just went upstairs and locked in your bedroom.

Logan sighed and looked down at Ororo when she spoke. “She just needs to rest, to think.” She began. “I’ve never seen you this worried.”

Logan shrugged. “Don’t know what’s she doin’ to me.” He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Whatever this shit is that i’m fucking feeling, feels like shit.”

“I know what it is.” She gave him a knowing grin. “And you know it too.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, confused, before opening his eyes widely in surprise. “What? I’m not in love with her, Ororo.”

She just chuckled and began heading to her room. “I’ve never said that.”

Fuck. He was one hundred and eighty years old and he fell for the same old trick. He was turning into a silly teen because of a goddamn bunny. 

But god, he knew you weren’t just that, you were the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen in his life, he was the one that got all drunk with you, all bunny-drunk.

He spent the night thinking about you, how were you, how did you feel, could he help you out on something, did you need anything, did you need him? Maybe he was acting like a teen but he couldn’t help it, he was so worried, his heart beated hard in his chest at the thought of you in the state in which he saw you when you came back. When dawn came, he got up like he had nine hours of sleep, when he had just had three, and walked through the mansion, hoping to take a glance at you, but nothing. You weren’t around, Ororo said that you were probably not even awake yet: you could sleep for half a day when one of your episodes hit.

Suddenly, you appeared. You had your curly white hair pinned up, your bunny ears held there too, your face gray of tiredness, wearing some wide black sweat pants and a black hoodie on top. His face lit up when his eyes met your tired figure, while slowly worrying about your state. He didn’t know what to say to you, he couldn’t do the usual ‘good morning’ because it was nearly lunchtime and it was clearly not a good morning.

“Made coffee for you.” He said as taking a sip of his beer, you looked at him with slight surprise. “It’s right there on the machine.”

You smiled gently but tired. “Thanks.”

You sat in front of him with your coffee, putting your feet in the wood base of the chair while quietly drinking as he read the newspaper. Something about the domesticity of the situation made you feel a lot better, his presence being like a bandage to your suffering. You looked up at him and gently smiled.

“You can go to rest more if you want, I’ll wake you up when lunch is ready.” He said, lifting his eyes from the paper.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” You said lower than usual. “Although I’ll love to take a nap on the couch.” You said, standing up and stretching.

Once you were on the couch, comfortably resting your head on the edge of the headboard, it didn't take long for Logan to go and sit besides you. He hovered his hands over your body until you gave him a gentle nod, telling him he could touch you. He moved your body so you were on your side, resting your head in the pillow, and he moved behind you to hug your waist in his hands, pulling you closer until you felt his warmth pressed against your back. He sank his nose in your neck, exhaling in relief when he finally got to have you in his arms, his hands caressed your soft fur up and down to get you relaxed.

"Wanna talk about it a bit?" He asked in such a comfortable, warm voice, you couldn't tell him no.

"I almost leaned in." You said. "It was like muscular memory, i got so... normal about harrassment, so used to it that... I almost leaned in."

Logan heard you, that's what you loved about him. He listened, all the time.

"I feel bad about it." You said, caressing his hands.

"Why is that?" He asked while gently pressing your flesh.

"I like the touch, the contact, the sex, the provocation." You said, your fingers started to play with his. "But not from anyone. If I would had the chance to choose, I would've wanted you to touch me."

Logan smiled in your neck and pressed his lips there, leaving a small trail of kisses. Nothing sexual, just loving kisses.

"I am touching you now." He started talkin in your neck. "You like my touch?"

You nodded. "When it's from you, I like it." He gave you a playful bite in your shoulder which made you giggle.

"Listen, bunny, this world is a shit. You went through hell, and of course that type of touch will make you go through it again. I don't want that pain in you, but I know I can't remove it." He gently flipped you around, accommodating a strand of your white hair out of your face. "I just want to be with you when you need me, to hold you, bun. I know that damn therapist told you that you can have your time alone when you need it, but..." He looked at your ruby eyes, his eyes softened and holding your cheek like you were porcelain. He longed for you, you could see that in his eyes: it wans't something casual to him. "...Whenever you need me, I'll make a fucking whole in the goddamn universe to go find yo-"

"I'm in love with you." You said like it was trapped in your throat. "I'm in love with you, Logan."

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─ BELONG TO THE SKY ✩ MIGUEL O'HARA

── CHAPTER: ONE

masterlist ✩ belong to the sky masterlist

cw: miguel o’hara x earth-42 fem!reader, reader is an exotic dancer, men being creeps/harrasing reader (not miguel), general mentions of crime and violence, eluded to reader understanding spanish, MAJOR ATSV SPOILERS + wc: 1,602

notes: the first chunk of this chapter can be triggering, it deals w men following reader late at night, if this is something that you are not comfortable reading, please skip this post. i will say it is for the plot and after this mentions of this situation or anything similar will be kept to a minimum, if even mentioned again. but i hope you all enjoy this, i’m so excited for this mini series <3

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Your hood was drawn tight, shielding your face as you purposely did your best to remove as much attention from yourself as possible. It was nearing four in the morning and your body ached from the strain of dancing. Your duffel bag weighing down your shoulders as you made quick steps back to your apartment. You were hyper aware of the boisterous voices coming from behind you.

Drunk men slurring their words as they trailed behind you. “Hey! Hey you!”

Your steps increased unconsciously, gripping at your keys tightly. Your knuckles were taught and ached as the metal dug into your skin.

“We just wanna talk!”

A loud rupture of laughter came from the group, “C’mon, one more dance!”

You could hear their steps increasing, your heart pounding in your chest. Not far ahead was a liquor store, one you could hide in until they left you alone.

“We’ll make it worth your while!”

You were so close, only a few feet away before someone gripped at your arm. “We’re talking to you, don’t be rude.”

You were jolsted roughly, being turned around to face the men that had followed you from the club. After that everything happened so fast, the man’s grip on your arm was ripped from you so roughly you staggered backwards.

Red beams of light that looked similar to webs threw him back, his arm sticking to the wall as he thrashed around.

“What the fuck!?”

The group of men lurched forward, trying to attack whoever it was that attacked their friend. When your eyes adjusted you were met with a tall frame, he was abnormally large with broad shoulders and a slim waist. Your mouth gaped softly as you watched the fight unfold, 4 to 1 and he easily took them all down.

You stood there frozen, unsure if you should run away or stay to watch. The man was in a skin-tight suit that left little to the imagination, red talons protruding from his arms. What the hell was he wearing?

His mask disintegrated from his mouth and in the low glimmer of the street lights you saw his fangs. What the fuck?

You stumbled stupidly as you tried to distance yourself, whatever he was, it wasn’t human. Your movements alerted him of your presence again, shoving away the man roughly.

His head tilted as he watched you and having his attention on you caused a nervous thrill to run down your spine.

“Um, thank you for that.”

He said nothing, just continued to watch you and an awkward tension nestled into your stomach. Why wasn’t he saying anything? There were a few seconds of silence that stretched, the only noise was the disgruntled groans coming from the men glued to the wall.

When he still didn’t reply you stepped backwards, his business with those men had nothing to do with you. Not anymore, he spared you and you were wiping your hands clean of the situation. That’s how it worked here, stay out of trouble or weasel your way out.

He lurched forward and you flinched as he towered over you. God it was too much to ask for him to be good. “I’ll walk you back, it isn’t safe here.”

His voice had an edge to it, but other than that sounded like warm honey. The nervous little thrill returned and a nervous shiver fell down your spine. For some reason, you felt safe with him.

“What’s your name?”

There was another stretch of silence before he answered, “Miguel.”

Your arms crossed over your chest, finding comfort in your own embrace, “Got a last name, Miguel?”

“Not for you.”

Your lips pursed in distaste as you eyed him up and down, “Then I don’t need your help. Not letting some guy I don’t know take me home. Much less one who has fangs and I don’t even know what he looks like.”

If Miguel’s mask wasn’t on you would’ve seen him roll his eyes, “O’hara.”

You looked back up at his masked face, your eyes gliding over the material as if trying to find any malice behind his suggestion to take you home. You found none.

“What’s your name?”

Your eyes flickered behind him, as if to remind him of the men that were harassing you before your eyes jumped back to his, “Right-let’s go then.”

It was strange, walking side by side in silence with a man who completely dwarfed you, head to toe in what appeared to be a costume. When you were a few blocks down you blurted your name to him quietly, you were met with a confused, “Hm?”

“That’s my name.”

He only gave you a curt nod, the remaining distance to your apartment in complete silence. You weren’t sure what it was but your fingers nervously began to fidget with your keys, was he going to come back to your place?

Before your thoughts could spiral too far you reached your apartment complex. Clumsily punching in your code before you turned around to thank him. You were met with a lone sidewalk. What the fuck?

You searched for him but he was nowhere to be found, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you.

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Weeks passed by and you could not shake the feeling of being watched, it wasn’t menacing by any means. In some sick way you felt protected, and a part of you hoped it was the strangely dressed man who had saved you. His voice and physique ingrained into your memory, burning and desperate.

You had just finished another set, retiring for the night as you went into the locker room at the club. Slipping off the uncomfortable lace set to change into your usual attire to head home. “Are you walking home today?”

Nina, another dancer, asked as she changed a few lockers down. The question confused you a bit, because yeah, it was New York, no one ever drove here. Much less this late at night. It was almost as if putting a target on your back.

“Yeah, why?”

“Just-be careful. Some of the dancers said they saw some freak lingering by the alley. Said he was wearing a costume or something.”

Your attention instantly peaked, Miguel? “Oh, thanks Nina, I’ll stay on busy streets.”

She sent you one last smile before you walked away, eager to tip out to try and catch him before he left. Miguel seemed eager to stay in the shadows but you weren’t having any of it.

Before you knew it you were pushing the back door open, looking out into the far end of the alley for him. Your eyes squinted as you saw someone tense up, besides your better judgment you walked towards them. You knew it was him, you felt it. As you moved closer you were met with no one, disappointment flooding your system quickly.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to go into alleyways at night?”

You jumped at the sound of his voice, coming from behind you. How did he get there?

“Miguel!”

His head tilted to the side as he watched you, you were nervously fidgeting as your eyes traced over his mask. His silence made you nervous, he was so big and you resisted the urge to let your eyes linger down his body. No one could blame you, he was all toned shoulders and small waist. You had never seen a man look like him.

It hit you then that you had never actually seen his face. Your face scrunched up in confusion, and if you could’ve seen his, you would’ve seen the involuntary twitch of his mouth.

“Are you following me?”

You didn’t sound upset, and Miguel remained silent. He wasn’t following you, just-keeping a watchful eye. Unfortunately for Miguel, the day he saved you a few weeks back had been lingering in his mind and he was unable to get you out of his head.

Truth be told he shouldn’t be here, he had taken it upon himself to patrol Earth-42 since the universe was left without a Spider-man. He did the best he could to stay hidden, not make much of a fuss so he wouldn’t make headlines but then he stumbled onto you.

Something in the way your eyes lingered on his face, hidden behind the mask, clawed at his chest. He was unable to shake the feeling you had caused. So he found himself patrolling this universe more often than he should.

“What are you even wearing?”

The desperation for answers was evident in your voice, “Is this some kind of cosplay thing? Who are you even meant to be?”

Miguel bit back a laugh, “Or is it like a sexual thing-saving someone in distress-“

“No!”

You jumped at the boom of his voice, eyes widening slightly as he continued to tower over you. “Okay-then are you some sort of vigilante? What the hell is up with the suit?”

Miguel’s head tilted once more to the side and you couldn’t help but find it somewhat endearing. “You’re so fixated on the suit.”

“Well it’s fucking weird.”

A low rumble of laughter fell from his chest, “C’mon, déja te llevo pa’ tu casa.”

Your lips pursed in annoyance, “Only if you answer my questions.”

“Depends on what you ask.”

You huffed in annoyance, but your curiosity could not be satiated and you’d take anything you could get. “Fine.”

You walked around him, starting to make your way out of the alley, “M’not walking this time.”

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion, “How are we gonna get there? Fly?”

“Something like that.”

translations:

déja te llevo pa’ tu casa - let me take you home

[antiendovents]

I blocked them (the endo ask on our coining bpog)

I hate endos sm, mostly because of smth that happened once

Cw: rape/death threats, slurs (non specific)

Once we were in a discord server, and we didnt notice the server was pro endo. We made a system intro, and in the intro we wrote "endos (they suck)" under the dni section. We got harrased for WEEKS. A constant stream of more and more people coming into our dms and telling us to kill ourselves, that we deserve to be raped, and calling us every slur under the sun.

Luckily at some point, we managed to block them all. But that was horrifing.

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im really sorry that happened 🌈🎸 anon. That sucks, you didn't deserve that. I'm glad you managed to block them as well as the anon on your blog and I really wish you luck. Remember you're always welcome here if you need anything ^^