#i keep feeling like I'm responsible for letting this happen

[woozinhos]

Would you be willing to do mingyu having a corruption kink? He tries to be the perfect gentleman but at the end he just can’t hold back. (Absolutely love your fics btw!! 🫶)

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Mingyu had always been known as the perfect gentleman, charming and polite to everyone he met. He prided himself on his manners and etiquette, and he was determined to keep up that image at all times. But deep down, there was a part of him that craved something more. A darker side that he struggled to control. And that desire for corruption only grew stronger whenever he was around you. Whenever you were around, Mingyu found himself struggling to keep his gentlemanly composure. Your presence alone was enough to awaken something primal within him, a hunger that he couldn't quite tame.

He would find himself staring at you, his eyes lingering on your body, his mind filled with thoughts that he knew were wrong but that he couldn't seem to shake. He would catch himself thinking about things he shouldn't be thinking about, imagining all the things he wanted to do to you but that he kept bottled up inside. Mingyu tried his best to push those thoughts away, to keep his gentlemanly facade in place. But the more time he spent with you, the harder it became.

One night, after a particularly intense encounter with you, Mingyu found himself unable to control himself any longer. He had you pinned against the wall, his body pressed tightly against yours, his breathing heavy and ragged. His gentlemanly composure was completely shattered, replaced by a primal desire that he no longer had any hope of holding back. Mingyu's lips found your neck, his kisses hungry and desperate. He murmured apologies against your skin, his voice low and rough. "I'm sorry," he whispered between kisses. "I can't help it. You drive me crazy."

"You're so innocent," Mingyu growled, his hands roaming over your body. "So sweet and pure. But I can't stop thinking about how much I want to corrupt you."

"Please," you said, your voice soft and innocent. "I don't know what's happening to me. I've never felt like this before." Mingyu smirked, his eyes darkening at your words. He loved the way you played along, pretending to be naive and innocent even though you knew exactly what he wanted. Mingyu lifted you up effortlessly, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. He pressed you against the wall, his body trapping you there as he looked down at you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"You're playing with fire, you know that?" he said, his voice low and dangerous.

"You're acting so sweet and innocent, but I know there's a naughty little thing hidden underneath all that," Mingyu said, his hands sliding down to your thighs. "You're driving me crazy with your little act." Mingyu laid you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours. He looked down at you, his eyes raking over your body with a hungry gaze.

"You're mine," he growled, his hands trailing over your skin. "And I'm going to make you mine in every way possible."

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Mingyu slowly pushed himself inside you, relishing the feeling of your body giving way to him. He watched your face as he did so, enjoying the way you moaned and whimpered beneath him.

"That's it," he whispered, his smirk growing wider. "Let me hear you." Mingyu began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first. He wanted to savor the feeling of being inside you, to draw out every little moan and gasp that escaped your lips. He leaned down, his lips finding your neck once more as he began to leave a trail of kisses and bites along your skin. Mingyu continued to move, his thrusts becoming a bit more forceful as he looked down at you.

"How's it feel, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. "Being filled up like this for the first time?"

You moaned out a response, your words barely audible as Mingyu continued to move inside you. "It's... so good," you managed to gasp out, your body trembling with pleasure. Mingyu smirked at your response, knowing full well that his size was impressive. He had always taken pride in his physical attributes, and he loved the way you reacted to him. He increased the pace of his thrusts, pushing deeper and harder into you. "You're taking it so well," he praised, his eyes fixed on your face.

Mingyu continued to thrust into you with abandon, his body working in perfect harmony with yours. He was completely lost in the moment, his mind consumed by the feeling of you beneath him. He gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he pounded into you with a primal need. "You were made for this," he growled, his words punctuated by ragged breaths. As you clawed at his back, Mingyu let out a low, guttural moan. The sting of your nails against his skin only served to spur him on further, driving him to push even deeper into you.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he refused to give in just yet. He wanted to draw this out as long as possible, to savor every moment of your first time together. Mingyu's eyes locked with yours, and he was taken aback by the look of innocent need in your gaze. It was a sharp contrast to the way your body was responding to him, and it drove him wild. He couldn't tear his eyes away from yours, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he struggled to maintain control. "Damn it," he cursed under his breath, his hands gripping your hips even tighter.

"You're driving me crazy," Mingyu growled again, his voice strained with effort. He was nearing his limit, his body taut with tension as he fought to hold back his release. But your eyes were like a drug, intoxicating and addictive. He couldn't resist the way they looked up at him, pleading and desperate. It was too much for him to handle.

Mingyu's control snapped. With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you and let go. He came with a shudder, his body trembling as he spilled himself inside you. He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He was completely spent, but he couldn't help the satisfied smile that spread across his face. Mingyu looked down at you, his expression softening as he saw the look of bliss on your face. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from your forehead, his touch tender and affectionate.

"You did so well," he murmured, his voice filled with pride and a hint of possessiveness. "You're mine now, all mine."

[mameillieureennemie]

Hey i think it would be cool if you do another jinx x femreader ishas sister and something about isha walking in on a cute moment and getting grossed out maybe some angst😌 maybe some smut 😙😙 if u do that

hey love! sorry this took so long, but i hope you enjoy and thank you for the request :)

jinx x f!isha's sister!reader

there're hardly any moments you two can get alone. with the whole of piltover after you and the whole of zaun championing your girlfriend, it's been a very rough couple of weeks.

most of your time is spent hiding out, and during that time, you're entertaining isha as much as you can. whether that be through beetle brawling, drawing, or re-dying her hair so it doesn't lose its blue. it's anything you can do to keep her happy, to keep her away from the impending war that brews on outside.

but then a moment comes along where isha disappears. which isn't entirely odd because she's been known to vanish from time to time. you've grown used to it, after years of observing her movements, and calm jinx down when her look for isha grows a bit frantic.

"she's fine," you assure jinx, rubbing at her shoulder. "i wouldn't be this calm if i knew she wouldn't be."

"yeah, but," jinx says, running a shaky hand through her hair. "it's getting dangerous out there, and isha isn't us. she's young; she's practically a baby, and people are sick fucks with deranged brains and—"

you instantly draw jinx into your arms, tugging at her until her face is in the crook of your neck. you rub soothing circles against her back, softly cooing until jinx's muttering falls silent. then her arms are curling around your waist, holding you close, as if she's scared you'll disappear too.

"i know it's hard," you say gently. "to trust that things are okay. that the people you love are okay. but you can trust me and trust that i know what i'm talking about." you lean back so you can hold jinx's face in your hands, smoothing your thumbs over the angle of her cheekbones. "so trust me on this, okay? isha's fine, and she knows what to do if she runs into any trouble."

jinx seems unconvinced, but she slowly relaxes as she nuzzles into your touch. with a heavy sigh, she closes her eyes and says, "i've...never had to worry like this before. usually, it was others worrying about me. because i was the jinx, y'know? so it's odd...feeling this way."

you hum in response, still tracing patterns into her cheeks. "feeling what way?" you ask, a little curious and jinx opens her eyes with a shrug.

"responsible?" she tries, before shaking her head. "i don't know, i just—the idea of anything happening to you or isha rips me up inside. like i'd permanently lose my mind, go absolutely fucking crazy if something bad happened to you guys."

you hum again, this time with a hint of a chuckle. but her words have your heart racing because that's exactly how you feel. it also means that what jinx is experiencing is probably similar to your experience.

that she—

"you love us," you whisper, barely loud enough for jinx to hear. but she hears it, loud and clear, as she stares at you with eyes that momentarily look powder blue.

"i...do," she whispers, just as loud, and it's enough to push you. enough to have you pull her in so you can press a sweet kiss against her lips. a kiss she reciprocates eagerly, her arms still tight around your waist, placing you in a trap you hope to never escape.

just as she licks into your mouth with a soft moan, there's a noise that startles you both. you pull apart quickly, looking around and sighing when you see that it's isha.

whose nose is scrunched up in disgust, eyes clenched shut.

you can't help but laugh loudly as jinx snorts, refusing to let you go.

"some nerve you got," jinx scolds playfully. "you couldn't have come back in like twenty minutes?"

you shove jinx, just as playful, and say, "isha, you can open your eyes."

but isha shakes her head, intent of keeping her eyes safe.

but she's smiling now, and that's all that matters.

[flamesignite]

He was surprised when he felt arms wrapped around him. His heart racing, hearing what he was saying. His body shuddered when he felt those familiar arms around him holding him close. Hearing the words that screamed to not say such things. Even if they were true, and Roy's inner demons were screaming out that he didn't deserve this, this happiness.

To be with someone for the rest of his life.

He shudders again hearing those words Atem screams about his demons haunting him. That he doesn't want to walk away from this, from all of it. Even after what he said, even though it had been obvious with how he truly felt he was willing to swallow down all of those feelings for him.

That sounded... all too familiar.

I will swallow every horrible thing I've done here, and I'll smile when I'm with her. I swear on my life, I will make her happy.

So this was how it felt... to swallow all that he had done in that place. To smile with someone he cares about and loves. Now he understood what Hughes had been talking about.

It took a moment, as he listened to all of what Atem had said, feeling the others head in his shoulder. The emotions that he had held back beginning to come out.

He felt the stinging in his eyes, he did his best to keep himself together, but he couldn't hold it anymore and he let out a sob. Tears starting to fall over, as he heard the words that Atem had said. He's never felt this way before, this feeling of being loved fully for everything that he was.

A mess of a man, one that did horrible, and unforgivable things. He didn't think that Atem would stay, he gave him an out if this was all too much for him, yet here he was, yelling at him to never say such things that he was willing to burden all of his demons for him. Even after all that they were still here together, Roy Mustang sobbed against Atem's shoulder.

He couldn't say anything, all that would break out was sobs that echoed in the air. This was a moment of finally letting everything out of his body. The feelings he had held back of being scared of losing someone so precious to him, someone he truly loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Someone willing to bare everything for him, even if it had nothing to do with him.

He didn't want Atem to keep the feelings locked away, he was allowed to not like it, but he wants Atem to accept that the part of Roy will always be there, he will ALWAYS be labeled as a murderer and a war criminal, but that doesn't mean that he wanted to be one or was okay with what he did. That was just something he had to deal with, the nightmares, the constant reminder of who died by his flames. those were his sins to bare and Atem said he'd bare them with him, just like he had done for his... Father.

It felt like minutes of sobbing against Atem's shoulder. He was squeezing him softly. Pretty sure there was stains from his tears on Atem's outfit. He would apologize for that later, but he was finally stilling his sobs so that he could at least whisper in Atem's ear, shaky breathing as he does so.

"I'll.. Always hold myself... accountable.. for causing so much terrible destruction. I was never okay with it, even if I had no choice but to follow orders it still was no excuse, I should have saved them instead of kill them. People of my own country, I'll always be reminded of that war, and I take full responsibility and that is why I vowed to protect this nation or any nation that I am in. To make sure nothing like this ever happens again."

"...Don't say that." Atem whispered, the familiar emotion starting to intensify the moment he heard Roy now be the one to give him an out. Hearing that Roy never wanted to get close to anyone, that he doesn't deserve happiness, that he thinks Atem actually hates him, that he doesn't have to stay...

That he could walk away.

That all of this could end, and he wouldn't be with his Colonel anymore. No more Roy, no more late nights drinking and watching bad movies, no more laughing and playing around under covers, no more special moments in his studio. All of it gone... and Atem would be left by himself. All... alone.

...

No!

Forget the hurt for those who lost their lives at the hands of the Colonel! Forget the anger towards the families that have been ruined! Forget the disdain at the Colonel's actions in that damn war, that damn genocide! To hell with those feelings, no matter how true or valid or right they were, they meant nothing if it was going to cost him all the good that was brought to his life because of his Colonel! Push them away! Lock them away! Bury them! Dispel them! Destroy them! Remove them! Anything!

Don't... take my Colonel away from me. Don't leave me all alone.

"Don't say that!" Ill-advised and without even thinking he wrapped his arms around Roy's shoulders, clinging to him as close as he could possibly be. "I don't care if what you've done was unforgivable! I don't care if I hold disdain and resentment towards what you've done! I don't care if your hands are covered in blood! Wipe them off on me for all I care! Let your demons haunt me! Let them call me a hypocrite for wanting to stay with a murderer, I don't care!"

"I've stayed because I was willing to push down and lock away those feelings because I wanted you most of all, and I'll do it again in a heartbeat if it means you stay. I've allowed your blood soaked hands to hold me because I want them to hold me, and I always want them to hold me, feelings be damned!" There was a panic in his voice, a rushed clinginess to his tone as he just held Roy tight and refused to let go.

"Yes you've done some horrible things, but so have I! And if staying with you means I shoulder that burden of my Colonel's crimes, all the lives he's taken then so be it. I have taken the responsibility of a village's massacre before at the hands of my predecessor as Pharaoh, and I will gladly do it again for the one I love! I will do anything and everything I have to to give you the happiness you deserve! No matter what! For better or worse I will gladly bear it!" He pulled away, panicked worry in his eyes as he looked right at Roy. This was fear, but a different type of fear. The one emotion he was afraid of feeling, as he had felt it far too many times and he wasn't about to let it take him again.

Loneliness.

"I've walked away once, and I refuse to walk away again! These past seven months with you have made me the happiest and most fulfilled I've ever felt with you, and not a single day goes by where I don't think of you! And I am not about to throw all of that away because of my weakness and cowardice! So don't you dare ask me if I want to walk away, because I don't ever want to lose you! I don't... I don't care what this looks like or what this means, I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to go away. I'll never bring it up again, I'll not even think about it! I'll do anything to make you feel like you deserve happiness because you do, and you have, all this time! So please..." He buried his face into Roy's shoulder, knowing damn well it was only a matter of time before he was moved away for being too "clingy", for not helping things. Doesn't matter. All that mattered is he didn't want to leave his Colonel, nor did he want his Colonel to leave him.

"Don't ever ask me if I want to leave. Don't you dare ever say that."

[angelackless]

YOU MAKE ME WANNA MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE

Dean Winchester x reader

reader has a praise kink and Dean feeds into it.

warnings: 18+, smut

this is my first time writing smut, so i'm so sorry if it's not the best!!

DEAN NOTICED HOW YOU ALWAYS SEEMED TO BLUSH MORE WHEN HE JUST SIMPLY PRAISED YOU, sure you blushed when he called you pretty or gorgeous too, or when he was pleasing you under the table and you had to act like nothing is happening, but the minute he called you a good girl?you were gone.

At first he didn't thought much of it, all girls get a little shy when they're called a good girl, right?but when you managed to blush when he told you that you did a good job, even if it wasn't after he rocked your whole world, he started to do it almost every day, soft words whispered into your ear about how proud he is of you after you did anything, and it was just the start, he wanted to do it in bed too, to see you fall apart not only because of his cock,but because of his words too.

So one day, when it was just the two of you in the bunker, he decided to act on it, to make you feel so good that you can only think about him for the rest of the day.

Dean found you in the library as you sat at the table, crouching over books and underlining things in it "alright, you're taking a break" he walked behind you "you have been in here for atleast a hour"

"I'm fine, i'm not tired" you mumbled not even looking up from the book, Dean shaked his head sighing and closed the book in front of you

"come on, don't you wanna be a good girl for me,hm?" He raised an eyebrow, his hand caressed your arm as he looked down at you, you felt your cheek flush, your breathing hitch and to be honest, you would do anything at this point to get him call you a good girl. You gave a weak nod in response, his hand sneaked up to your neck, giving it a squeeze "words, angel, I need words" he said in a low voice "do you want to be a good girl for me?"

"yes" you managed to say it out loud

"good, good girl" he smirked and grabbed your hand pulling you up from the chair "come, I wanna make sure you know how much I appraciate you being obedient" he pulled you into your shared bedroom guiding you to lay down on the bed.

"You're just gonna lay here and take it, alright?" He undid your pants and pulled it down "oh, wow.. you're even wearing lace?is it my lucky day,baby?" He run his fingers up and down on your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where you need him the most, but never touching it

"please, Dean" you let out a needy whine to which he chuckled

"please, what angel?do you want me to touch you?stop teasing you and get to the point?" He asked smirking "which one is it?"

"I need you to touch me" you answered looking up at him, your chest rised and fell rapidly, you were getting more and more worked up by every passing second

"just because you asked so nicely" Dean said as he pulled down your panties, he put two of his fingers close to your mouth "suck" he ordered, and your lips wrapped around it, sucking it like it was an entirely different thing. He maintained eye contact with you, while his free hand caressed your side in a soothing manner. After he decided that his fingers now was wet enough, he bringed his hand down to your core, slowly rubbing it

"Fuck, angel you're so wet" he growled, your quiet, needy moans filled the bathroom "beg, beg for more baby, come on, I know you want it, tell me how much you do"

"please Dean, I need to feel you inside me, please" your voice came out shaky, filled with undeniable need, Dean wasted no time inserting two of his fingers inside you, pumping it in a slow pace

"good girl, such a good girl" he smirked "you're so hot angel" he bent down, leaving kisses and hickeys on your neck while he quickened his pace, you were getting louder, and he loved it, he loved how you were gripping onto the bed sheets like that's the only thing keeping you together at the minute, he picked up his pace once again, not stopping for a minute.

"Are you close,baby?hm?" He looked down into your eyes "you're gonna be a good girl and come for me?"

"yes,yes" you nodded your head, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge

"let go for me, angel" he said "be a good girl and come for me" his words was the last thing you needed, you came on his fingers in seconds, he pulled his fingers out of you, and laid down beside you pulling you close to his chest.

He wrapped his arm around you, caressing your back as you calmed down

"i'm so proud of you baby" he kissed your temple "so proud"

[transformers-spike]

Do you ever think one of the decepticons or autobots every harmed themselves? And how would it work??

Idk

I'm project

☣️ anon

Oh boy - I've spent quite a bit of time thinking about this.

I feel as though self-harm comes in a wide variety of ways. Here, I'll focus on TFP for this.

Optimus doesn't harm himself directly, but it's clear he's extremely willing to sacrifice his life for the good of others - ie: come on just take a look at the season 1 finale. He's got a lot of responsibility on his shoulders, and while I believe the presence of the Primes inside the Matrix of Leadership may help him cope, he could be feeling a lot better.

Arcee obviously has a similar problem. Look at her obsession with taking down Airachnid. Losing two partners has crushed her, and while she's still going, she's very willing to risk herself if it comes to enacting revenge. Not to mention some clear signs of PTSD. While I have mixed feelings on associating human mental illnesses with bots (since I assume they have their own thing going on), she definitely has an equivalent.

Ratchet is constantly neglecting himself for the sake of his team. He doesn't refuel enough, he's overworked and he doesn't consider himself valuable enough despite being their backbone. Syn-En is just an example of a risk he's willing to take if it means helping his team. Let's not even address how he keeps blaming himself for things he couldn't fix (ie: Bumblebee's voicebox)

Wheeljack has lost so many of his fellow Wreckers he's willing to endanger himself on the regular. And he nearly died trying to avenge Bulkhead, so it's clear he was already steeling himself for his friend's possible death. Out of all of the bots, it's clear he's high up there when it comes to trauma.

Megatron is... out of his mind to say the least. He's incredibly contradictory as a person, and I believe a lot of it is influenced by his trauma as a miner then as a gladiator (especially risking his life in the Pits of Kaon). He's endangering himself on a regular basis (HE SHOVED DARK ENERGON IN HIS SPARK CHAMBER HE IS SO NOT OKAY) and I wouldn't be surprised if he got a kick from pain to a degree. Less in the masochism sense more in the "Bro, you are bleeding out, you need to go to a hospital asap" Starscream keeps going back to Megatron despite all the shit that happened to him, so I believe he's dependent to a degree (looking at you season 3) - and Megatron's constant belittling is doing wonders for his mental health Dreadwing is full of issues. @karinadele suggested he may have some kind of Avoidant personality disorder, which would make sense. He is not coping well with his brother's death and he keeps pushing himself to his limits and ignoring the clear grief he's feeling. His eventual death is to a degree the result of his unwillingness to let others in. Yes, he has his issues with the Autobots - but he could have also separated himself from both factions instead of, you know, getting himself killed. Breakdown to me has a load of issues and is the closest to presenting actual acts of self-harm (although minor). He is dependent to a degree, keeps himself in the background unless Bulkhead is involved, and of course; he feels the need to prove himself to others (baby girl, you're dealing with self-worth issues). While I believe his partnership with Knock Out definitely grounds him, sometimes KO's bossiness and laissez-faire attitude gets to him. Come on, Breakdown's been mutilated by humans and lost an optic as a result. Plus, I'm pretty sure shutting down his "pain receptors" might have caused more damage in the long run. I can see him developing nervous ticks, like picking at wounds or even scraping/peeling off small pieces of mesh. It's a coping mechanism. A bad one yeah. But it helps. He keeps lying about it to KO but the medic's onto him. Sadly, he isn't great at comforting Breakdown. KO wants him to stop but it's difficult for him to be emotionally available.

[clappingandcheering]

(Percy Jackson X Reader)

"New Feeling"

Warnings: Smut, pure smut, no protection (always use protection; this is a story), teasing, rubbing, overstimulation (ish), chocking, first time squirting, mentions of piss (but not actually piss). I think that's all? This is technically my second smut so I hope it's good...

Percy has always driven you crazy, making you die with want and need, but tonight you were getting the worst of it. He had gotten scolded by some God you couldn't remember, and he wanted to vent it out somehow. You were his 'how'.

Percy was now using one hand to keep your head pushed into the pillow while the other held your waist, guiding you slicked pussy onto his dick. Your moans were muffled by the pillow that consisted of both your drool and tears; your flushed face and dazed eyes were enough for Percy to cum right then and there, so he had to keep you pressed into the pillow so he could continue to wreck your perfect body.

"Being such a good fucking girl for me, hmm?" His voice was laced with lust and mock as he thrust into you relentlessly, sending shivers down your marked and bruised spine, the praise making your pussy clench harder around him. "Fucking liked that, didn't you? like being called a good girl, don't you?"

All you could do was moan in response—even that was hard with the pillow, but you managed. His pace was even, and his stokes were hitting all your right spots as they stuffed you to the brim and then left you empty again, his veiny dick making your brain fuzzy.

He wrapped a hand around your throat and pulled you back so you were pressed against him. He marked your neck while mumbling your name, Oh, so deliciously, leaving you in complete bliss and awe. His hand tightened and left you with little to no air, but under the circumstances it was more like no air; his thrust picked up their pace, and your pussy clenched at the feeling before you blacked out and went limp. Percy continued to ravage your body as he let go of your throat and pressed kisses on your neck, using his hands to support you while you half came back from the lack of oxygen.

"Percy, I can't...too—fuck—much."

He continued pressing kisses into her neck and moving a hand down to her clit rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure. Your squeals and whines filled his ears, beckoning him to continue while your hand made weak attempts to push him away after sensing a new feeling in your stomach, one that you've never felt before.

"Percy—stop—I think I'm going to pee—wait!" Your hands desperately clawed at his in an attempt to stop him from rubbing your clit.

"Just do it—beds already messy." He was right on the edge of cumming his mind way to far with lust to even think properly and form a proper sentence; his words were slurred and you could barely register them.

All of a sudden he pushed into her deeper, chasing his high, but the foreign feeling in her stomach suddenly snapped with the movement, and with a loud squeal that was only just dimmed by Percy's other hand, your pussy squirted all over the sheets and Percy's dick.

Percy's thrusts faltered, and he groaned into her neck after seeing what happened. He stopped his hand and moved it up to her breast, groping them before slowly sliding out of her, trying not to overwhelm her too much.

"Shit—what was that? Are you okay?"

Your pussy was throbbing and still raised in the air while the clear liquid ran down your leg along with his cum.

"You...prick!..I told you I was gonna pee..." He shook his head breathlessly and then rubbed her ass gently in a comforting way.

"Don't know if that was piss, baby." Your face contorted to confusion as you attempted to sit up and turn to lean your back against the headboard.

"What do you mean?" He shrugged and then spread your legs, going down and licking a long, smooth stripe while you let out a moan and weakly attempted to push him away.

"Not piss!" You frowned and then pushed his head away.

"Freak." She crossed her arms.

"Whatever you say, but that was hot as fuck, and I definitely want to see it again." His smirk was way too confident considering you were worn the fuck out.

You guys went another round before heading to bed.

[kikyoupdates]

Heartbreaker ⭑˚💔⭑ 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎 𝑣𝑢

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, isekai, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

You awaken one day with virtually no memories. The only thing guiding you is some strange system that likes to dictate your every move, and for some reason, it insists that you make certain people fall in love with you. Desperate for answers, you decide to go along with its demands. After all, how hard can it be?

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No matter how often you found yourself here, it still didn’t make the fear any less intense.  

As always, it was pitch-black as far as you could see. Your first instinct was to scream out and beg to be released, but unsurprisingly, the system didn’t grace you with a response. Panic rushed through your veins. You had no idea how long they intended to keep you here. You couldn’t even begin to fathom how long your suffering would go on for, and if that wasn’t horrible enough, you would be unable to move for the whole duration of it.  

Wait. Actually... you could move.  

This had never happened before. When you took a few cautious steps, you found that you were able to move just fine, like in the real world. Hesitantly, you patted the sides of your face and various parts of your body. You could feel things. Something was different. But why?  

Suddenly, you remembered the last message the system had sent you.  

[“𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.”]

You hadn’t the slightest clue what they meant by that, but if the past was any indication, it couldn’t be good news.  

That being said, you could actually move this time, so instead of sitting still and lamenting your fate, you decided to try and look for a way out.  

“Hello?” you called. It was probably pointless to wait for an answer. Not like there was anyone else in here but you. Still, you were choosing to believe that the system wasn’t all-powerful. If you made enough of an effort, perhaps you could find its weak spot. Perhaps you could break free of the iron-clad grip it had on your life.  

You walked and walked, for several minutes without stopping. Unfortunately, the longer you searched, the less hopeful you felt. It was way too dark and disorienting. You could have been going in circles for all you knew. 

“This isn’t fair,” you whimpered. “Please let me out of here. I’ll fix things with Katsuki. I-I'm not sure how, but I promise I will.”  

They still weren’t responding to you. Even though you’d known from a while ago that they were far from being your ally, you were slowly coming to the realization that they truly were rotten to the core.

Right as you were about to crumple to your knees and start crying, it happened.  

You saw him.  

From the distance, you couldn’t even really tell that it was a man at first. You just barely saw the outline of his silhouette, light surrounding his body in place of the darkness all around. There was a person in here. You weren’t all alone. Someone might actually be able to help!  

“Wait!” you cried out, breaking into a run. He was walking away from you, and you struggled to keep up lest you lose him altogether. “P-Please stop! I need your help! I need to get out of here!”  

He finally turned towards the sound of your voice, stopping in his tracks. His pause allowed you to catch up, and now that you were closer, you could finally get a good look at him.  

You couldn’t tell his exact age, but he was definitely older than you. A young adult, perhaps? He had dark brown hair that was short-cropped and showed off his beautiful golden eyes. They were piercing and bright, with long lower lashes that made them stand out that much more. You got the sense that he was probably quite handsome, but unfortunately, the mask he wore prevented you from seeing his full face. It was red with gold detailing, styled in the likeness of what plague doctors used to wear.  

And once again, you were faced with that nagging sense of familiarity. The sense that this wasn’t the first time you’d laid eyes on him.  

Not that his appearance really mattered. What mattered was that he was in here with you, and thus, your only means of escape.  

“I-I’m trapped,” you said meekly.  

The man didn’t so much as flinch. He gave you a curious look, tilting his head to the side just slightly. Actually, you were starting to have your doubts about this whole thing. He was eerily quiet. Was he even real, or just a figment of your imagination? Had you already lost your sanity and were now simply hallucinating?  

Hoping to put your suspicions to rest, you reached out and tried to touch him. If you could feel him, then he had to be real, right?  

As it turned out, that was a grave mistake. You didn’t realize it until your fingers made contact with the exposed skin of his forearm, and he shrunk away from you, disgust lacing his features.  

“Don’t touch me!” he exclaimed, revealing a deep and husky voice. He then glanced down towards where your hand had made contact with him. You realized that small hives had risen to the surface of his skin.  

So, he was real. But he looked upset that you’d touched him without asking.  

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. Based on how strongly he’d reacted, it seemed like the right thing to do.  

Unfortunately for you, it was too little, too late.  

“You’re a vile little thing,” the man hissed. You’d only just realized that he was wearing white cloth gloves, and you watched with a mildly perplexed gaze as he began pulling one of them off. “How dare you lay your filthy hands on me. I feel like I’m going to get sick.”  

It all happened in slow motion. You could see his ungloved hand reaching towards you, but your brain couldn’t process the information in time for you to move out of the way.  

The second his fingers touched your arm, it erupted into a bloody mess.  

You screamed louder than you’d ever screamed before. The pain was all-consuming and utterly unbearable. You were missing an arm. He’d barely touched you, and just like that, your body had been mutilated beyond repair.  

“W-Why...?” was all you managed to splutter, cheeks streaming down your cheeks. “I s-said I was sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m just scared. I’m so scared...”  

You were losing blood at an alarming rate. Your head was all light and fluttery, to the point that it was a struggle to even keep your vision steady. So much blood. All of this... was yours?  

The man watched you bleed out, and although you couldn’t see the lower portion of his face thanks to the mask he wore, you were certain his expression was devoid of any remorse.  

“You shouldn’t have touched me,” he grimaced, carefully placing his glove back on, then shaking his head. “Good grief. Everyone is so diseased.”

You could feel your breathing getting fainter. Short, stuttering gasps left your lips. Your cheeks were drenched with tears, but you were starting to feel less and less of your body. Every part was slowly getting number by the second, and you felt as though something heavy was weighing down on your chest, slowly suffocating you.  

Your eyes rolled back into your skull. 

Just like that, you died.

But then, you were alive again.  

Air rushed into your lungs, and when you opened your eyes, you found that you were in the same position as before—lying on your back and staring up at the sky from when Katsuki had pushed you down.  

Instinctively, you screamed, hands darting to where your arm had once exploded into bits of flesh. Unlike before, there was no gaping wound; no indication that you were missing any limbs. There was no pain, either. At least, not to the touch. But in the recesses of your mind, it still lingered. You couldn’t forget it so easily.

[“𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.”]

You shuddered and let out a disbelieving gasp. Just like when you’d been trapped in the void, tears started pouring down your cheeks. It wasn’t fair. This was too much to bear. It was just too cruel. Why did you have to endure something so horrible? Just because you’d unintentionally gotten on someone’s bad side?  

You were being tortured over something like that?  

[“𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐒𝐨. 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭?”]

You choked on your tears, clamping a palm over your mouth to keep from hyperventilating. “I-I’m—I really didn’t mean to, I was just—”  

[“𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱. 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.”]

They were completely and utterly remorseless. Just like the man from earlier—whether he was a real person or something fictitious the system had concocted—neither of them cared about your suffering in the slightest. The system had told you from the beginning that they weren’t a human being. They probably couldn’t even begin to wrap their head around the concept of sympathy.  

Something told you that if they wanted to, they could put you through things that were much, much worse.  

Mustering up every ounce of your willpower, you clenched your fists and slowly stopped crying. A few more tears kept on rolling down your cheeks, but at the very least, you weren’t sobbing out loud anymore. 

“I... understand,” you said weakly. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time.”  

For the time being, the system seemed satisfied.  

[“𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞?”]

You nodded vacantly. It didn’t even occur to you to hate them for what they’d put you through. All you felt was terror.

As much as you wanted to say that the next few days went by normally, that would’ve been a lie.  

Even though the system didn’t punish you, the memories of the nightmare you’d been forced to experience were still fresh in your mind. You did your best to swallow your fear and pretend like everything was fine, but in the back of all your thoughts was the same question.  

What happens when I screw up next time?  

You could only imagine that each rendition would be more horrible than the last, which made it almost impossible to stay calm. You were always wondering when another one of your love interests would get upset with you and make the system lash out. For that very reason, you felt hesitant to even contact Izuku or Shouto, afraid that one misstep would ruin all your progress and put you back at square one.  

You knew you needed to be stronger. You wouldn’t be able to make it if you kept breaking down at the first sign of trouble. But you just couldn’t help it. Even when the system reassured you that they would play nice as long as you didn’t royally screw things up again, you didn’t believe them. 

After all, given everything they’d already put you through, how could you?  

The days felt long, and your exhaustion ran deep. Nonetheless, you trudged onwards. The thing you wanted most was to regain your memories. Perhaps once they slowly began to come back to you, it would make the situation a bit easier. You might even find out exactly how you ended up like this to begin with.  

You were resolved to be free of this system one day, no matter what it took.  

“That’ll be 550 yen,” the cashier said.  

You nodded listlessly and deposited your coins on the counter, then grabbed your cup of coffee. You weren’t sure if you used to be a heavy coffee drinker, but given how worn-out you were, it was the only thing that was really keeping you going. You’d hardly gotten any sleep the past few nights. You kept seeing that man with the golden eyes in your dreams, and every time, he killed you.  

You exited the store and took a gulp of your coffee, not even stopping to think that it would be incredibly hot.  

“Shit!”  

You burned your tongue, and the sharp pain made you fumble with the coffee cup and drop it onto the ground. You watched with a blank expression as the dark brown liquid spilled onto the pavement. It wasn’t even a little bit, either. You’d barely had a single sip of your drink, and now it was all gone.  

[“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝟓𝟓𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐧.”]

It wasn’t a big deal. It was just a cup of coffee. That’s what you tried to tell yourself, but it didn’t make the tears stop. You were just frustrated. Frustrated, and beyond that, incredibly overwhelmed. You didn’t what to do, or how to do it, and your anxiety was at an all-time high. 

Sometimes, the smallest of things were all it took to push someone over the edge.  

Feeling hopeless, you slumped down against the sidewalk and buried your face in your palms, then began crying. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this. You needed to stay strong. But as hard as you tried, you just couldn’t escape the paranoia and emptiness that consumed you. Was it so much to ask that you just be normal? Did you used to be such a horrible person that you actually deserved this?  

You didn’t know, so you just kept on crying. Mercifully, the system didn’t berate you for it or chime in with any malicious remarks. They let you bask in your sadness until you’d had your fill.  

Honestly, you probably would have gone on sobbing for a while longer if not for the stranger that called out to you.  

“Hey, kid. Are you alright?”  

With a shuddering breath, you managed to lift your face and look up. There was a man standing in front of you. He had long black hair—which was admittedly rather unkempt—equally black eyes, a scruffy bit of facial hair, and wore a black jumpsuit with what appeared to be some sort of cloth piled around his neck as if it was a scarf.  

Ah. It’s happening again.

There was yet another person that was giving you some weird sense of déjà vu. But he clearly didn’t recognize you, so how could you possibly know him?  

Regardless, before you even realized it, your lips had formed a sound. 

“Aizawa?” you mumbled.  

His eyes went wide. It was completely silent, and all you could do was watch as his brow furrowed, confusion and mild worry overtaking his expression. 

“How do you know my name?”  

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[9mysterybook6]

What do I expect from this coward?🤦‍♀️

I told her to come and face me.

But guess what Rhylie did?

Rhylie you can't run away from me not after you keep lying and harassing us

you tried to escape again

This is exactly what Rhylie did on her old account.

I will continue to spread awareness about Rhylie to everyone.

But look at her actions

I'm so scared she said

And Rhylie is still playing the victim.

I thought at least is not that worst

But I was very wrong

because of that the spoiled brat Rhylie

First I never said that I queen of Tumblr But that was you

You insisted on saying you are queen of Tumblr

I have evidence in the previous posts that you said this.

Plus Rhylie says that she is a god to all us🙄😬

And secondly

I never damsel in distress

I don't need anyone to save me

I can face my battles alone unlike you, you coward who hides behind your followers.

I said you are a fake damsel in distress And I did not mention myself in this phrase

else

Delete this now, You do not have the right to publish this drawing.

This drawing belongs to torrentialchaos.

This was an old drawing

When torrentialchaos didn't know Rhylie for who she really was

torrentialchaos story

((Alright, time for my story on Rhylie…

So, a while back, you may recall I did an art trade with Pami, and I very much enjoyed doing it.

Anyway, the next day, I got an ask in my inbox from her asking if I do requests, and of course I said yes. This was before I knew who she really was.

Anyway, her request was very simple. Draw herself, Pami, and a few other people (that she probably is also harassing) in the pose from Turning Red, which I did

Yes, I’m finally showing this now. Only so you can see what this creep made me do. I feel disgusted looking at this because I spent a good amount of time making this, only to find out I was being used for a stalker.

After I made this and posted it, I messaged Pami, of course since she was in it, and that’s when I found out the truth. Disgusted, I deleted the post immediately and blocked her.

And guess what happened next. A little later, I get a message from HER FRIEND asking me to unblock her! I unfortunately know what this is like as I had something similar happen to me once another time, but I’d rather not talk about that…

So yeah, that’s my Rhylie story. We need to get this creep off of tumblr for good.))

I feel bad for torrentialchaos

But what makes me angry is the response of Rhylie If you read what is in the picture

The worst thing is Rhylie taking The drawing without the owner's permission.

Seriously, torrentialchaos posted how they hates you now and you take the drawing and say three points

That's all matters to Rhylie.

her requests and demands

else Rhylie You prove it that you are 100% a Creep

I'm talking about this

@rainbow-starheart and @shadowwolfmemes was asked an important question

And you say you are 21 old And sensitive

You are asking someone with Different age from you to date you.

You don't even know them

They only know Rhylie through the drama

You ask to be in a relationship with people, you barely talked to them

Plus She wrote her name this way

(rhylie the cater fly is not a creep🤣🤣🤣🤣)

and other thing, I see your conversation with @rainbow-starheart

You want to get rid of me, you donkey

Don't make me laugh

What will you do? Will you send me one of your followers on me Or ask them to expose me

You are really stupid🤣🤣🤣

Guys I want to remind you, that Rhylie tried to make evidence against me In her old blog.

And it was very bad and weak evidence.

On top of that, she was confident of her weak evidence.

If you don't know what Rhylie evidence is

So let me tell you the funny thing.

Rhylie evidence was just a screenshot of On insults🤣🤣

just like that

There were many errors in Rhylie evidence.

First of all How do you know if this is was me huh

You just take a screenshot of the letters and Nothing indicates my blog

Unlike you, I take full screenshot on your blog

and secondly You can play with the letters.

You can easily mix my insults With fake sentences from you

For example, you can write something and take screenshot And you say I said this

and thirdly

She was very confident in them.

(((This is the real evidence, My own evidence are true and there are many truths about your true color that you've kept hiding from me and you lied and making everyone turned against me,

Unlike you, you're f**king delusional about your business and controlling everyone for what you have did to me.

Don't you see that all this hate posts about me makes others win against your fking Filthy mouth of yours, you're the worst gacha community leader ever and it is ugly and disgraceful, you have been kicked out from gacha community group, shame on you mysteryb*h!!!!!!

I won't let everyone forgive you…….))))

I'm laughing like crazy at Rhylie stupidity.

Even if one of Rhylie's followers tried to exposed me

They will be thrown Tomatoes at them.

Because first of all there is nothing to expose me at all

And secondly, if they tried to cover up Your crimes With an excuse and empty arguments, than Their position will be very bad.

And thirdly

If they try to lie about the truth or deny it

Their position will be very bad if they lied.

For example, if they said that @pamithebunterfly2007 Under mysterybook control And her lies

pami will respond angrily: This is not true.

pami: and Who gave you the right to say that?

pami: Rhylie is the problem

pami: Rhylie is a old creep stalker me!!! And you dare to say that mysterybook controls me

And pami showering them with their anger While others agree too

You're just making yourself worse and worse every second.

You can't get away with harassing people that easily without punishment.

So I suggest you to delete your blog from here Rhylie

I'm not afraid of you, You coward

Face it I'm the winner in this drama

[solacescastleglow]

Preventing Activist Burnout

One thing about me is that I was really into activism as a teenager until I got burnt out as a result of how I was doing it and couldn't engage in politics at all without having a panic attack. It's only been in these past 3 months that I've been able to get into it again, and this time I'm not gonna let burnout happen. Here's how to do it:

1. Pick a struggle

OK, so the title of this section is a little tongue-in-cheek, but seriously, you can't do it all. What you can do, though, is choose what's most productive, and do that. For me, the focus is on making sure nobody in my local area goes hungry, and national disability rights when I have the energy.

Let's say that there's only one can of water, but you have 50 plants. If you try and water them all, some will get left out, you'll have no water left for yourself, and they'll all die because you're not giving them water consistently. If you pick one or two plants to water, they'll stay alive, which is one or two more than if you tried the first one. The beauty of activism is that you're not alone; you watering just those couple of plants means that other people can focus on the other plants, and every plant can survive.

2. Turn off the news

You will not find anything of value there. Humans were not made to be bombarded with all the most awful information, unable to do anything about most of it. You will break down if you do this. If something's that big of a deal, your comrades will be talking about it. Staying the bare minimum of informed about anything that isn't your focus is possible through osmosis.

3. Graphic imagery

I have seen people brag about having nightmares because of what they expose themselves to in the name of activism. Let me make one thing clear: watching people dying all the time is not activism; it's torture porn. You are not heroically withstanding the evils of this world, you're just sensitising yourself more and more to violence.

Furthermore, you're linking activism with the feeling you get from watching those videos, putting yourself into fight/flight/freeze mode. If you go into flight or freeze, you won't be helping because the topic will cause avoidance. If you go into fight, you're acting impulsively and out of fear, and might not make the choices that would be most effective or beneficial. Just don't do it, you're not helping the cause or yourself.

4. Boundaries

Treat activism like a job. Have a second account where you post and consume activist stuff, so your dashboard or FYP or whatever isn't literally always telling you the worst things. Set aside particular times of the day or week to participate in your activism, and don't engage outside of those times. This isn't letting anyone down - it's preventing burnout, which means you can keep fighting.

This goes with IRL stuff too; make sure your friendship group isn't literally always talking politics. Sometimes you need to unwind and talk about music or games or something. It's perfectly fine to not engage in a conversation if it's starting to make you uneasy. It's never your responsibility to feel upset on someone else's behalf.

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And that's all I have. I hope you can keep fighting the good fight, and I hope for a better world for us all. <3

[wardingshout]

I love your designs for them so so so much, your art in general is incredibly appealing!!! Your color works so beautiful, breathtaking honestly!!!

I’m super honored to be mutuals :D

SCREAMING CRYING PUKING THROWING UP WHEEZING HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON OK HOLD ON HOLD THE PHONE THEY THEY THEM THEM!! THEM!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I'm sorry this caught me so off guard but omg they are precious this is so so precious!!!;;;;;; 💖💖💖 I feel like I could look at them forever thank you so much!!;;; their poses are so cute and the colours are so nice and warm and pleasant and the fabrics look so comfy I feel so comfy and full of love I'm;;; it's them I cannot believe it's Them,,,, 💕💕

and what do you mean YOU're honoured, your art is absolutely insane I'm the honoured one !!!!!

all of your works are so incredibly done and you're so full of really cool ideas and concepts and you have Such a nice way of portraying all the characters like everything you post just feels so full of Care !!! ;v; the posing the expressoins the environment and colours and everything is just! a chef's kiss isn't big enough, it's 'blows a massive embarrassing smooch across the earth' kiss !!!! ;v; I'm so excited to see everything you're gonna create !!!!

and omg I am especially in love with your WW designs already I hope you have an absolute blast with the game !!! ;v; 💖💖💖

[tardis--dreams]

It did something actually. My lecturer sent me a long reply expressing her sympathy and asking me to keep her updated if she 'harasses' me again. Most importantly though, she said she really didn't want to let me fail so once I'm enrolled again i should let her know and she'll register my grade for the paper i already handed in so i don't have to write another one

Ok i reported her after she sent me two more emails. It's not gonna do anything but i just really wanted my lecturer to know so-

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i know everyone's told me to rest because i'm sick but i just can't. it doesn't feel right. i need to do everything i can rn because i'm scared that any second we'll be told to get out NOW

[t-u-i-t-c]

Karizaki's Rebellion, The Price of Transformation

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Not A Joke, Not Unreality:

A company called Quantum Fiber (under Century Link) recently set up my home town for fiber optic internet. I got them a month ago and aside from a few outages it was decent.

Last week, it went out. They sent me a super specific time it would be back-

They failed to make it and sent another, minutes later.

And another when that failed.

And over the week, more and more.

I called and they just read me the same email out loud. They offered no escalation or resources. Every time, they fail. I have not had internet for my house in a week, and this morning I got this one-

I looked into other people having the same problem and found this-

Edit forgot link

That's not something called a "766" line, that's them fucking up my city 766 times. This company is fucking shit, and I'm sick of this. I've filed an FCC complaint but those take a month to even get a reply.

So I'm hoping my 173,365 followers can help make this show of their ineptitude and callousness go viral. Please.

They are in a time of massive expansion into many new states and cities. I am asking anyone so inclined with a few minutes to spare to find your town or state's government information technology office or liaison, or just a local government representative of any kind, and write them a quick note stating that this company destroys town utilities and offers absolute frustrating failures of service in return.

If you have Quantum Fiber and have been similarly failed by them, please file an FCC complaint. You might at least get a free month out of it.

If you work with a news source or popular blog, please boost this however you can.

If you are on any app on which they are present, please feel free to write or tag them and let them know they have failed their customers and cities they work with.

Please do not engage in threats or harassment of any form. Keep this legal, civil, and proper so that it can create a legal basis and record of good citizen interaction on the part of this company's victims. I am asking for help in a grassroots campaign, not a violent or prank-filled heap that just gets people in trouble. AND DO NOT FOR ANY REASON EVER PESTER THE WORKERS, PHONE REPS AND TECHNICIANS THEY HAVE OUT THERE. This is the corporation's fault, not the poor folks they employ who they likely try to make take the backlash.

If you have any other ideas on how to hold a mega-corp responsible for the shit they put their customers through, please comment and recommend. I am sick of this shit. I know there are worse things happening and even worse companies doing horrid things right now. But maybe this one is new/small enough that a viral campaign can kick them where it hurts and get them to act more responsibly to their customers and safely to the places they work.

Please help if you have time. Please spread this in the hopes they see it and get off their butts and fix their horrible shit. Any random reblog or post on any platform might be the one their investors hear of.

Thank you anyone for anything you can do.

-Ari