#i need an excuse to talk about it publicly someone ask about it (joking joking ahaha..... unless)

[starswallowingsea]

i keep all my madashu thoughts in my dms with kiki but i am constantly wanting to post them on here. do you know how much the cowboy au we've written up rotates in my mind?

[callie-the-creator]

bertholdt dating a deaf reader would include...

sfw. warnings: mentions of bullying.

author’s note: this was posted on my wattpad, so there is no need to worry if you see it there. other than that, there is nothing else to add!

• in all honesty, how it was revealed that you were deaf was a little embarrassing. it happened during the first day of the cadet corps when everyone was being debriefed and publicly humiliated in front of each other because commander shadis wanted to ensure every abled person was morphed into a model soldier. it didn't take long for it to be your turn.

— "sorry, sir! i can't hear you!" shadis, at first, thought you were being a smartass and before he could yell at you some more, you added, "i'm deaf!"

— "then why the hell are you here?!"

• from there, you explained that you wanted to not so much fight for humanity by physically driving the titans back but stay back and help formulate strategies and plans.

• fortunately, shadis was merciful enough to let you stay, though it took some convincing. that and once his superiors heard about your case, they were torn but eventually you were allowed to train with the others. 

• alas, you were completely oblivious to some of the bullying happening behind your back...

• you struggle with communication and social skills, such as simply not understanding a joke that everyone else is laughing at. when that is happening, you usually write down on a piece of paper to ask just what is so funny, but they usually brush you off by either ignoring you, saying "oh, it's nothing", or something of that nature.

• the first few months were hell on earth for you. if anything, you preferred the physical training over anything because that meant you wouldn't have to worry about trying to communicate with any of the other cadets since the same can't be said about sparring or the wasteland excursion training (an exercise where the cadets are split into two groups and make a round trip through the wasteland. they leave the training base at the same time on separate routes, retrieve an object at the checkpoint, and return to base. they exercise aims to test their vigilance in tedious, low-risk situations).

• in terms of bullying, you experienced quite a variety of things. being ostracized, taken advantage of when it came to sparring or other team activities since everyone knew you were at a disadvantage, or people trying to talk to you but you didn't know what they were talking about.

— "can she seriously not hear a thing?"

— "what a weirdo."

— "hey, y/n, can you even speak?"

• bertholdt didn't like how differently everyone was treating you just because you have a disability, it reminded him all too much of his father and the prejudice eldians face from marleyans. so, when he's finally had enough, he steps forward and tells everyone to cut it out. from there, he becomes friends with you and follows you everywhere to help you in any way he can.

— of course, this didn't blow well over with annie or reiner because bertholdt is sympathetic toward the enemy but it's not like they could stop him.

• it's from there where bertholdt did things like open the door for you, carry your things, intentionally pick you to be his partner in sparring so no one else would be rude toward you, try his best to translate things if someone was trying to talk to you (by writing down on a piece of paper).

• obviously, it didn't take long for you to develop feelings for him and the same can be said for bertholdt! ☺️

— he thought you were so sweet and precious...you needed to be protected and although he wasn't the best option for this, he still wanted to do his best to make you feel safe.

• so...within a few weeks, you two started going out! bertholdt couldn't care less about the stares he got— he was used to them— but if you ever pointed it out, he would make up excuses to make it seem like the judgmental glares were aimed toward him and not you. it wasn't like he wasn't used to it already and the last thing he wanted was to see you unhappy.

• a few years went by and close to graduation, shadis gathered everyone to tell them that the government had been working on a way to communicate with the hearing-impaired. sign language. shadis said it would be easier to talk to you that way. many people were against learning it because they thought of it as a waste of their time, saying that they had enough issues learning the specifics of titan killing.

— all in all, the only people that were willing to learn— aside from you— were christa, mikasa, bertholdt, armin, and connie & sasha (even though they can be a bunch of numbskulls at times).

• bertholdt spent many nights trying to perfect his sign language. it sort of pissed off some of the other guys in the cabin because of just how late he would stay up! he can't remember how many times he's accidentally pulled an all-nighter and only knew when he heard the bell for muster.

• when he signed to you the first time during supper, he was so nervous, afraid that he might offend you if he messed up any of the signs but was relieved and proud of himself when you understood him and offered to teach him some more which he gleefully agreed to.

• bertholdt likes that you two have this language that not everyone in the cadet corps can understand, that way he can be cute with you without the other boys knowing and making fun of him for it

[qtubbo]

Some of guys need to learn to just turn off a stream and leave it, if your made uncomfortable by a joke that is completely fine for someone to make, that may have themes that make you uncomfortable you just have to deal with it. IF something making you uncomfortable it’s your job to avoid the content not complain that it’s making it hard to enjoy something. If a QSMP cc has a bit that doesn’t sit well with you, then don’t touch the stream that’s it that’s all you need to do.

Publicly shaming and/or harassing a CC for making light of something negative they experience daily/weekly/consistently is repulsive behavior. I know it may be upsetting to have to not watch some people you like, but you’re going to have to deal, not every bit will be to your tastes and you just have to accept it. This goes for every cc by the way, if your made uncomfortable by a bit they have it’s your job to leave the situation no matter how much you enjoy their content or friends content.

I also know you may want to find a moral reason to excuse your discomfort, you can just be uncomfortable it doesn’t matter the reason you can just not like a bit. You don’t need to write up an essay saying all the reasons it’s hurting you, it can just hurt and the best solution? Stop watching. Maybe you’re right maybe there is something wrong with a bit or plot line, then make an argument that you will send privately to the cc, if you think this is a general issue with the server, with non direct target then go ahead and post it but it’s just harassment to publicly shame someone, their name blasted.

It doesn’t matter which bit it is, if you think there is a serious issue with a bit/arc that needs to be addressed, you must and I mean must address it PRIVATELY once you are @ someone on twitter, complaining on tumblr or twitter, talking about it somewhere it will get to other people not just the target, you have done something wrong. I’m phrasing this vaguely on purpose because I think this is a wide spread issue rather than just the one most recent event, and so I ask you to treat it as such. Also do not harass anyone who does this stuff, just leave them alone, death threats will always be inappropriate.

TURN OFF THE STREAM IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE ITS YOU’RE EXPERIENCE OF WATCHING YOU DON’T HAVE TO WATCH THE STREAM.

[bella-goths-wife]

Late nights and stressful situations

Yandere Henry bowers x reader

Tw- forced relationships, toxic relationship, domestic and physical abuse

It had been a hard week for you.

It had started pretty well with you being praised in your ballet class and your father sending over some money as a congratulations, but it went downhill as soon as you were caught by your ‘boyfriends’ when you snook away to smoke with Beverly.

They hated you smoking, it ruined their perfect romanticised version of you as their doll. They had gripped your arms so hard that they left bruises and you had to be subjected to public humiliation when Henry kissed you very publicly.

But the worst part was the dinners. Your house was free after school because your father was most likely away so the boys would insist on coming over so you could cook for them. You would slave over an oven for an hour after school before you could even sit down and relax.

But on the Friday night, Henry requested that the two of you spend the night alone. This was rare but it happened sometimes whenever Henry was feeling particularly selfish and no one would question it considering they’re terrified of him flying off the hinges.

“Your fidgeting again” henry remarked, annoyed as he tried to keep you locked in his tight embrace on the couch.

“Sorry” you apologised as you listened out and prayed for you oven timer to go off and save you this affection.

“You know it annoys me” he sighs out before dragging you closer “I’m trying to make this night romantic”

“Sorry” you apologised, like a well trained pet.

“Stop apologising and actually do something about it” henry groans out

You decided to stay quiet and stare at the tv as a male actor dressed in a suit leans down and kisses the female protagonist. The kiss is gentle and sweet, something you never experienced with Henry

He was so afraid that you would run away at any second that every action he gives you is rough. It’s like clutching a glass between your hands so it doesn’t fall but the pressure causes it to crack and break apart.

The entire gang showed different motives with affection. Patrick’s always came off as sensual and sexually motivated which always made you want to brush you skin.

Victors affection was always held with a possessive element. Every touch seemed like his attempt to claim you as his own, like you weren’t a living person and more a pet.

Belchs affection came from a need of approval from you. He wanted your constant praise and demanded it with every thundering touch.

“Why are you so quiet?” Henry questions “what are you thinking?”

“I’m always quiet” you mumble out “I don’t think much”

“That’s a given” henry snorts out at his own joke “but I can hear the cogs turning, no matter how rusty they are”

“I’m just watching the movie” you say back, holding your offence back

“You know what I think?” Henry questions as he pushes you out of his embrace “I think someone’s got a little crush on the actor”

“Don’t be ridiculous” you denied as he just scoffs

“Four men not enough for you?” Henry questions with venom “Fucking slut”

“Dinners gonna be ready soon” you say quickly as you get to go to the kitchen, recognising that henry was getting angrier

Henry followed you into the kitchen and leans himself on the door frame. He watches as you take a pot roast out of the oven and put it down.

“You know what I don’t get” henry says with a sarcastic tone “I’m the one who protects you from boys in school who want to hurt you, you should be kissing my boots”

“I’m very grateful” you say as you keep your back to him

“You don’t act grateful, fucking Bitch” he mumbles out “you can’t even look at me”

“Im just busy right now, that’s all” you try to make an excuse

“Are you talking back to me?” Henry asks with a thundering tone “you think you can Fucking talk back to me?”

Henry turns you around and slaps you across the face with a force that pushes you to the ground. You grip your cheek in shock as tears fell freely down your face

Henry only sighs as you sob and plates himself up some dinner and sits at the kitchen table across from you.

You continue to cry as he eats as you roll yourself up into a ball and think about your life. When did it get so fucked? You just wanted your dad to burst through the door and save his little girl, but that wouldn’t be happening.

Henry puts his dish next to the sink before crouching next to you.

“Are you done?” He asked, like you were some child who just had a tantrum. You just nodded “good”

“You know I only do it out of care” Henry says as he puts a hand on your shoulder “you have to be corrected or else you’ll never learn”

“Learn what?” You questioned and Henry just chuckles

“Definitely not the brightest” he laughs out “how to be a good wife”

You froze as he laughed at you as you felt his hand on your shoulder. That hand would remain on your shoulder for the rest of your life, controlling you like a puppet.

“I love you, that’s why you need to be corrected” Henry says as he looks at you with adoration, you just nod and he pats your shoulder

“I’m glad you understand” Henry says with a smile as he kisses your cheek “now get started on the Dishes and then we can watch tv together”

You couldn’t be stuck in this life, you refused to get stuck here. You would find a way out, you vowed to yourself

Sorry for the angsty return I’m just in that kind of mood.

I’m really sorry for the lack of updates, I’ve been in hospital for a little bit but I’m out now so updates should be more frequent again :)

Hope you enjoyed and feel free to ask or request anything

Love ya ❤️

[nkn0va]

This your man? This the guy you want?

Alright, apparently I got two asks about this in the span of 10 minutes so clearly we need to talk about this.

Before I get into that though, the other Blazblue writer's old blog has since been deleted. I signed out to look for their writing and it is all gone. That old blog is in fact deleted.

First off, I never ever once said I wanted Trump in office again, please do not put words in my mouth. Those DMs have since been deleted now so I cannot provide screenshots (I never thought I'd need to, fml). I do remember though that admittedly my choice of wording was pretty much as poor as it could've been and made a rather poorly timed joke. Also there was a lot of things on my mind that I unfortunately was not able to articulate before I was blocked. However I was simply stating an objective fact that the economy was largely better under Trump's presidency than Biden.

This is a huge multi-faceted argument in and of itself that I don't have the time or patience to talk about, including the fact that covid really fucked things up, but that's really not an excuse for the state of the economy 4 or even 2 years later. Inflation hit an all-time high under Biden's presidency and prices are higher than they've ever been. The cost of living is only climbing higher and higher with no current signs of dropping anytime soon. The statistics do not lie, inflation was dramatically lower under Trump's presidency than it currently is under Biden's. Popular opinion when looking at both responses to inflation and the inflation itself point to the economy doing better under Trump's term.

If you really want you can read on the topic in more detail here

Now does that I mean I support him?

Not quite.

Look, I don't think I need to tell anyone old enough to vote that Trump isn't exactly a saint. I recognize that and support the notion that as a person he is not fit for presidency in many ways despite the good he did for the economy. People are not black and white, it is not a bad thing to admit the good qualities of a person even when they're still bad outside of their deeds. Mother Teresa is a prime example. Despite all the great things she's done she's been proven to have severely neglected and at times even abused and humiliated the people in her care all in the name of indoctrinating people into the Catholic church.

This is in no way to compare her and Trump, I merely bring her up to emphasize my point that bad people can still have good qualities and vice versa. Thinking that a person is pure good or pure evil is immature, childish, and is exactly what a lot of people in power want. To create drastic divides in the American people in order to further advance their own agendas, whether we agree with them or not.

Now who might I be voting for is the question?

Frankly, I still have no idea. I don't want to skip out on voting, both on principal and especially the fact that this will be my first election, but unfortunately ERB Lincoln's worst fears have come true. The president shall once more be who the public decides is the shiniest of two turds.

I am not a Trump supporter nor a Biden supporter, just someone that wants the best for this country. Alas, as long as these two fucking idiots are our candidates, we'll have to hang in there for another four years.

This topic shall no longer be talked about on this blog publicly. If you wanna discuss anything political stop hiding behind the anonymous feature and discuss this with me in DMs like a intelligent, civilized person. Any future asks regarding this topic will be promptly deleted.

[georgiapeach30513]

We’ve literally seen them publicly a handful of times. There are plenty of other private couples that we’ve seen more than them. I truly don’t think it’s as deep as people make it out to be. You are right to say it’s award season and we’ll probably see them more but that also goes for plenty of other couples too. We’re just focusing on them because we are apart of this fandom ///

Uhm no. We have seem together in pictures (excusing the horror shows) what 4 times now? Ghosted, altanta year old picture, airport hallway returning from PT honeymoon (#1?) SNL cast party (maybe she's getting a spot on the show) and now this? If I'm missing anything, I apologize, I block them as much as I can.

It's nice for you to try and defend their "privacy", but you are conveniently missing the point and ignoring it. All the other celebrities that get "Pap walks" during awards seasons, are seen casually out and about in their down town, happy and proud and just living. Either spotted by a hired single Pap to make it look more casual, or fan sightings from behind, from the side, maybe a selfie. They are 0 of these two out and about. The "blurry in front of the windows for all to see kiss" is the first thing we have gotten in going on 3 years for these two. You can Google all the other private celebrities you are trying to use to connect to these two and find said photo types I just mentioned above. Hell, I'm not deep into the HStyles fandom, but I see the most far away blurry pictures of that man just living his life at least once a week. (Him and Taylor Russell are stinking cute.)

No one has any room for questions and onvious mockery like these two. No one is denying that celebs use paps for moments.

I don’t think she will be on SNL. She doesn’t have the fame to be a host. Not to mention that takes a lot of talent to host. I’m not hating. Not everyone can and should host. That being said what has she done that will get her an invite for that? Honestly.

I still can’t figure out the SNL party. It’s that Sesame Street song “One of these things is not like the other”

There are private couples who do use publicity stunts. So let’s make that clear. You guys know I just like to joke about them being private. Don’t forget that one photo in PT from May. Not November. She must have been taking the photos 🤭

All I can say, is a pap walk is for attention. They WANT to be seen. They WANT to be talked about. They NEED the attention. You have to ask why. For people who are supposedly living it up in Concord why do they need to generate so much attention during award season. And people can have different answers, that’s fine. Just looks like someone wants to work to me.

[throughalleternity]

Hello, what are your thoughts on he/him!Kara? Do you have headcanons?

Ooh this is fun, I haven't thought much about he/him Kara but am always happy to see more of that! I will say that I haven't explored Kara's character very much, and there's a ton from canon that I forget… but have some thoughts on he/him Kara under the cut (turned more prose-y than headcanon list-y, but that's just what I was feeling):

(Using he/him pronouns throughout for consistency, but Kara doesn't start using those for a while.)

It takes a long time for Kara to even consider changing his gender presentation because from the very beginning of him being on Earth, he's felt overwhelmed and uncomfortable and out of the know, and everyone tells him it's because he's an alien from another planet.

There are sparks of something - seeing pictures of people at punk concerts (Alex isn't allowed to go to them so it's mainly from websites), borrowing Kenny's jacket one evening stargazing, getting introduced to soccer and watching interviews of the players. But the part of Kara that wants gets squashed down by the part that's always been told to not draw attention—not to scare people. So for a bunch of years, Kara just figures that the hiding and the 'out of sorts' feeling is inevitable.

And then - Supergirl. Flying, lifting, helping people in a tangible way. For a little while, Kara thinks that this is where all the disconnect has been. What he's needed has been the chance to come out of hiding and use his powers like Kal to make a difference. And yeah, it comes with the costume, but that isn't even so bad. Probably shouldn't have agreed to the skirt (how is that practical?), but it's for the persona, right?

James says something one day, a playful "yes sir" tacked onto the end for fun. But it hits Kara like a ton of bricks (well, that would be more like a human being hit by a few bricks, so maybe several tons of bricks?). James thinks Kara took the joke badly so he backpedals while Kara gives some bad excuse "I just heard another snake stuck in a tree!" and flies off to pace on top of a building because he can't contain much he wants that for real.

(I want Kara to talk with some other people about this stuff while he's still figuring it out, the question is who… I think I'd be cool to bring in other DC characters for a change but I only know so many of them…) Let's say Kara somehow works together with Batwoman, and somehow knows she's Kate Kane. They're munching on some post-mission takeout and Kara finally just asks how Kate feels about Batwoman—the wig, the other identity—and it's pretty apparent that they don't have the same experience, but Kate's a good listener and she does get some of it. She also gets Kara in touch with Alysia Yeoh and Renee Montoya and it expands from there so that he finds people with similar experiences.

Also consider genderfluid!Lucy and the classic lines: "Just because I look a certain way on the outside, everyone assumes it matches the way I feel on the inside" and Kara: "Yeah, I get that." They became friends before the gender things, and now it's extra nice to have someone who gets that stuff.

Sometimes Kara lays awake at night wondering about what his parents would think. The worst case scenarios—remembering how Alura manipulated people for the sake of following the law, and he wonders how far she would go if she wanted to keep him from being himself.

Deciding if/when to tell the world about his pronouns as Supergirl is hard. It's daunting just to correct people, let alone to explain that he's not a man and that pronouns ≠ gender. Then there's the extra pressure of being such a high profile person—and an alien—he knows that if he comes out publicly, it'll be the first time a lot of people hear of a woman with he/him pronouns, and there's a lot of responsibility with that. Plus it just… it reminds him of how lonely it can all be. He gets a lot of help talking with those friend he made through Kate, and the Superfam comes in too for support because they have his back ofc.

While flying out of Midvale, he spots a kid sitting hunched over on a roof. There are lots of reasons why they might be there (Kara used to stargaze from the roof, after all), but every time he sees someone like that, he checks. The kid hastily rubs at their eyes, "'m fine", and then "you wouldn't understand." "Try me," Kara says, because he's been through more things that most people know. The kid starts off vague. Then they finally mention how they want to cut their hair but they're worried about what other people will think, and Kara sees his in. By the end of it, they're both surprised by how much they shared. And Kara flies back home thinking that if Supergirl can be an example for just one more person, it'll be worth it.

And it absolutely is. There are negative reactions afterwards of course, but he stays away from that as much as he can. He keeps an eye on that kid, and when they cross paths again (both sporting new haircuts), the kid shows Kara all the excited reactions from their butch support group/group chat. He's stunned for a moment, taking in the outpouring of support for him and the emotional responses from people who never thought they'd see someone like them. But he gathers himself because he wants to take a picture—a selfie with the kid, which they send, and together the two of them laugh as the chat erupts.

[vega-482]

Ok since nobody else will directly say something about it, I will give my opinion as someone that's outside of this whole situation, and despite being shina's mutual/ somewhat of a very distant friend, I feel the need to speak about the situation because something similar albeit of a lesser degree happened to me as well.

Cw for mentions of nsfw topics and noncon

(however I will not put it under "read more" so more people can reach it, however be warned about the content)

I do believe the way the announcement at the server was badly worded and the situation could've been handled better, from both parts.

The thing is I'm not even in the TSP creators server (at one point I thought about joining but since I've had problems with some of the members there, I was hesitant to join, but now with this whole situation and the way it's been handled, I got totally discouraged from joining) but then how did I find out about this?

A very dear person to me sent me the screenshot of the announcement that a minor that's in the server had publicly posted to Twitter.

I don't know if indigo or the other mods thought beforehand about the possibility of people posting the announcement outside of the server, or shina getting harassment because of it, but the way it was worded made me and every person and mutual of shina I know, think that shina was being called a groomer or a pedo despite not explicitly saying that, and as another friend mentioned, in the announcement you failed to acknowledge you were NOT calling her a pedo or groomer.

Because of the poor wording and ambiguity of the announcement, this dear person, and every person I talked to, panicked thinking that shina was indeed a pedo or groomer, but after talking to people that better knew what happened and not directly asking shina (in case she turned out to actually be a shitty person and would just give me excuses) I concluded that the whole thing was handled awfully.

-About the Filk fic:

It was NEVER intended to be a "kink fic" as indigo claims, and shina has said it multiple times, however I do agree that it's better that it is no longer discussed within minors.

Shina never created the fic as a kink fic or something with the purpose of provoking sexual arousal, it was just a crack fic meant as something bizarre and comedic, but because of it's mature nature I would agree that minors shouldn't be discussing it, however it's not meant as anything pornographic or erotic.

I would say it's somewhat similar to adult animation shows that are meant to be comedic and shocking, they're NOT for children or minors, and they're nsfw I nature but they're not meant to cause sexual arousal to the viewer or anything of the like, and idk what it says of indigo as a person that they keep claiming that it is a "kink fic" despite being constantly told that it is not.

-About the "marriage" drawing:

I can see how many people can see the drawing as bad or problematic by seeing through the lense of literally "an adult marrying a child" but the way shina, me, and many other people see it is just as something funny or jokey and somewhat wholesome, like that of an adult playing pretend with a child that's infatuated with them, and having no hidden intentions with it, kinda in a parental way perhaps. I don't know if it's because shina and other people I have talked to about the situation are not American (nor myself) and it's something about cultural differences, or is just the way people individually perceive it, but the drawing was not meant to literally be an adult marrying a minor, it was just a gift for the minor really liking the character, without anything bad being implied. If indigo handles differently minors joking about "marrying" their narrator design, that's valid,

but shina has NEVER "promoted" or explicitly told minors to ship themselves with their narrator designs, it was just a gift thanking a minor for liking and supporting her character, without implying anything bad.

-About the noncon fic: I will 100% agree it wasn't appropriate to link a fic with such dark and mature topics in a public SFW profile, and shina should separate her dark fanfics from her sfw ones, like the way she separates her sfw and nsfw illustrations. By now she has made her nsfw fanfics not available for non logged-in users in AO3 as well as deleted the link to the fanfic from her public drawing.

However, nor indigo nor I have directly read the fanfic fully, so I would say we cannot talk about the contents of it.

According to someone close to indigo, Stanley is raped to death in it, but according to someone close to me, it's about the aftermath of Stanley being raped, and it's never romanticised nor the narrator is the one doing it. However all of this could either be true or false because none of us have directly read the fanfic, the only person that could say something about it is shina or if someone in the replies has directly read it.

I will not lie when I say that I have been concerned about shina writing noncon, rape or dubcon stuff, because I've seen it being ambiguously discussed in nsfw channels at another server I was in, but after directly asking and getting more context about it, I have personally NEVER seen shina romanticise the topics or write them in a way that's meant for them to be sexually arousing, I've seen her treat those topics in a serious way and in my opinion there're nothing wrong with writing or portraying dark topics as long as they're properly tagged and taken with the proper seriousness and not being romanticised and normalised such as proshippers tend to do.

Concluding:

Despite none of the parts directly apologising for neither of their actions, shina is conscious and has accepted that her actions were wrong, but just as I assumed from the beginning, nor indigo nor their team will admit that the way the thing was handled it's wrong, nor will they ever apologize for the way they worded the announcement, despite other people agreeing that it could've been handled better, but being criticized for saying it.

As far as I know, shina never told anyone to "defend her", she only asked others to share her version of this whole thing to people that had called her a groomer and that were harassing her, and the one finding out about all of this and deciding by themselves to defend shina's version it's me, because when something similar to this happened, almost no one defended me.

But besides that, I also feel like the way indigo worded their response is also immature and maybe it's just me, but I perceive it doesn't sound neutral, but accusatory.

Especially the part where they ask shina to stop playing the victim, but they literally say "I'm still going to be seen as the big bad guy who went after poor, sweet Shina" thus victimising themselves. Then they claim that the negative response from shina it's just because things were brought to light, but I would say that the negative response from shina it's literally due to the harassment she has been recieving and being seen as a groomer because of the poor wording of the announcement, that seemed to be done in a way to inflict panic within the server.

Shina IS taking accountability about the actions she did wrong, but also addressing things that were blown out of proportion, and she never told anyone to defend her from anything, the ones not taking accountability over the way they handled everything and disagreeing that it could've been handled better are indigo and the other mods.

And just like another person already said in the replies, you can feel bitterness from indigo's message, and shina does have the right to clarify and defend herself from people assuming her as a pedo/groomer, and yeah, indigo telling her to "stop dragging it any further" IT IS unkind and hurtful, as well as copying the last part "thank you for reading" can be seen as mocking the whole thing or sarcastic.

But anyways, I agree with the same person saying that this whole thing and the way it's being handled is NOT helping minors stay safe.

I’ve received notice that there was a callout on me in the Stanley Parable Creator’s Club server and I would like to address it as I am a bit tired of people talking behind my back. I wasn't contacted by anyone from the server directly about the issue. 

The specific accusations were that I openly discussed a fic with NSFW themes to a minor, shared NSFW fic online without properly warning it for minors, and encouraged a self insert ship of one of my Narrator designs with a minor. 

These accusations are false, or blown entirely out of proportion. I have never intended to hurt people nor endanger minors and based on screenshots I've received, people have been spreading even more extreme misinformations, like me being a groomer. I want to tell the story with the mentioned earlier things, in hopes to clear up this matter and stop the harassment me and people received. 

1) Sharing NSFW Fic Online

I have been informed that I posted a link to my fic, "A broken promise", without a proper warning. 

I did put appropriate warning in the tags, however I did forget about archive warnings options and I misjudged that the T rating would suffice. I also had only mentioned the rape in tags and not in the ao3 warning. I will be more careful when publishing work in the future.

I've deleted the links on my posts and privated the work, as I do not want anyone else to get possibly harmed.

2) Filk

I was informed my never written fic was discussed in the discord as well with a completely incorrect premise and I would like to mention the idea to give people more insight into what it actually is supposed to be, despite the fact that it was never actually written. 

Filk (Fernator's milk) is based on a joke someone made from another fic of mine, "Bon appetit 1.5 - Chicken soup is served " where Stanley buys milk and pickles, and we called it pilk. Somebody made a joke that this is like a pregnancy craving and I decided that that would make a funny CRACK fic premise. Again, I never have written this fic, and the only place it ever existed was in a series of messages in a private discord.

The whole point of crack fics is that it has a stupid premise. In here, it was one of my Narrator's, Fernator, telling Stanley he would make him pregnant. I know that this sounds like the problem, but that was just a premise.

What really happens in the fic is that Fernator tells Stanley about human reproduction but after that, the majority of the fic is a sfw adventure on how viruses, bacteria, and plants reproduce. 

With bacteria, Stanley just gets copied, with viruses, Fernator creates a computer virus and it doesn't work so they move on, and with plant, the title filk comes in which is milk with fern spores in it. It ends up just in Stanley's foot. The end goal was for them to just get the cutout Baby as their child and then, the main fic that I talked about would end. After a while, they would realise they didn't really succeed and would try to make something, pouring filk onto Fernator and creating Pickle Rick.

The accusations of this being a non con confuse me as Stanley is happy to be brought onto this journey and there are no actual sexual activities involved in this not written project. 

3) Art with minor

One person was very supportive of one of my Narrators, Jester (they drew him a bit), and even started to call him their husband. Since they're my friend, I wanted to make them happy, so I drew something I deemed wholesome and platonic. They also took my drawing this way. 

In my eyes at the time, when I made the art, I never thought of this 'ship' as anything other than admiration for a design. 

However, that context got lost when they reposted my art on that server with my permission. 

I now see how people could think otherwise and I will be far more wary about this topic in the future.

However, while the announcement didn't use the exact word 'groomer', it highly implied it. I feel wronged for that as I received a lot of harassment in my direct messages. 

I would like a statement and an apology from the announcers because their words caused a lot of harm.

4) Conclusion

I want to finish this off with being honest about the mistakes I've made of not properly checking sfw spaces - which started all this - and talking about suggestive matters within them. The fanfiction link was certainly a slip up but I will be more careful in the future of what I post. 

However - I also want to say that it's not okay to harass people who got involved in this.

I myself have received false accusations already and seen my work be misinterpreted. I only learnt about this through buds giving me a notice and I do ask, if a similar situation would ever occur, which I don't plan on, to message me directly first about my mistake.

In the future, I will remember to double check where I discuss my fic ideas and I'll do everything in my power for this situation not to repeat. 

Thank you for reading.

[silverflame2724]

WWX overhears Jin Zixun talk about a prison camp on Qiongqi Path BEFORE encountering Wen Qing, thus not needing to interrogate him the hard way.

Storming the prison camp WWX leaves no Jin witnesses and hides the Wens in the Burial Mounds. No one knows about WWXs involvement because he returns to Lotus Pier and the prison break isn't discovered until a week after due to Jin Zixun's sloppy paperwork.

WWX against the protests of JC goes into Seclusion to work on his cultivation and does not emerge for years(except for inventing many talismans for the Jiang Sect), but with the aid of teleportation talismans is the co-leader of the secret Burial Mounds Settlement. To the Jins dismay the Cultivation world starts to approve of WWX when Lotus Pier starts to crank out many vital revolutionary talismans invented by WWX to purify resentment (really just WWX scrambling to protect the Wens).

A few years later after WWX has accidentally managed to somewhat repair his blackened reputation with his inventions he exits Seclusion with Wei Yuan(old enough now to keep secrets) at WWXs side as his hidden son. WWX doesn't expect his joke of birthing A-Yuan while in Seclusion by himself to be taken as fact due to Demonic Cultivation being largely misunderstood but he just runs with it, gleefully. (inventing a talisman for it as a excuse even.)

After years without WWX, LWJ returns to Lotus Pier deciding that he needs WWX like the air he breathes. JC wants to suffocate himself with a pillow so he doesn't have to witness the UST fueled pining.

In another world, Wei Wuxian would have not attended banquets as Jiang Cheng's right hand. He would not join, wanting Jiang Cheng to avoid coming under scrutiny because of Wei Wuxian's demonic cultivation.

In another world, Wei Wuxian would find Wen Qing, starved and injured, on the streets and burst into a Jin-held banquet demanding answers.

In another world, Wei Wuxian would publicly free the Wen Remnants, becoming the evil pariah of the cultivation world.

This is not that world.

...........................

"No. Wei Wuxian, you will listen to me this time! You will come with me to the banquet held at Koi Tower!!" Jiang Cheng yelled.

"I will not!!"

"Why not?"

"Jiang Cheng," Wei Wuxian sighed tiredly. "You know my reputation. I'll just bring you down. And after-- I can't just--"

"You are my brother, my right hand! If you don't show up, it'll be worse for me!"

"It would be worse if I attended." Wei Wuxian turned away.

Jiang Cheng looked at him for a moment before signaling to someone out of his sight, "Wei Wuxian, I didn't want to do this, but you asked for it."

Wei Wuxian turned around, confused, "Huh?"

"A' Jie."

"Oh no."

"A' Xian......." Jiang Yanli looked so disappointed and Wei Wuxian's heart crumbled.

Jiang Cheng grinned victoriously.

............................

Wei Wuxian ended up attending. Under his Shijie’s insistent gaze, he changed into the purple robes he was never allowed to wear and put his hair up in traditional Yunmeng style, braids and all. He carried his sword too, despite the pain of never being able to wield it again.

Jiang Cheng and Shijie were especially pleased to see him all dressed up so Wei Wuxian couldn’t find it in himself to back out now.

As he and Jiang Cheng, along with the other disciples, sat through the rather boring Discussion Conference, Wei Wuxian’s mind and eyes decided to wander as he caught Lan Wangji’s gaze. The other had been staring rather insistently at him ever since he stepped into the room and Wei Wuxian couldn’t figure out what his strange gaze meant.

Seeing Lan Wangji again made a strange, mischievous streak he didn’t know he still had in him awaken as he sent a paperman over to tug at the Lan’s lapels. Lan Wangji caught the paperman, that strange.....soft look back and mouthed ‘shameless.’

Wei Wuxian’s mood immediately became better, somehow. He was about to send another paperman to tug on Lan Wangji’s forehead ribbon when his name was called out.

As he turned his attention to Jin Guangshan, he knew, based on the sect leader’s smarmy smile, that he wasn’t going to like whatever the man had to say.

.........................

Wei Wuxian’s limit was nearly up. With Jin Guangshan asking after his demonic cultivation, despite him not using it after the war, and other people joining it to harp him, he became angry, telling everyone that he was going to destroy the Seal and to stop bothering him about it.

“And yet, so many months later, you still have it in your possession.”

“Well, if you ask my sect leader, you would know that I blew up a forge trying to melt it down. And any other method involves me dying. I’d really rather live to see my Shijie find someone who loves her.” Wei Wuxian shot a not-so-subtle look to Jin Zixuan.

“.....You would destroy such a useful tool?”

“A useful tool, it is indeed.” Wei Wuxian agreed. “A useful tool of war, that is. And the war I created it for is over. We have no need of it anymore.”

“But--”

“Jin-zongzhu, is there some reason you are focusing so much on my sect’s disciple?”

Jin Guangshan smiled and made excuses before Jin Guangyao stepped in and changed the subject, signaling to the servants to bring some food and drink.

Wei Wuxian was glad for that. As the drinks flowed, tensions eased and people’s tongues became looser. Wei Wuxian walked around, hoping to get some fresh air and maybe tease Lan Zhan some more. 

However......

“.....of course, and then I told that bitch Wen....Wen Qing?....that if she didn’t cooperate, I’d hurt her brother *hic*.” Jin Zixuan’s rather shitty cousin slurred.

Wei Wuxian paused. Wen Qing?

“Of course, that damn woman complied almost immediately but that dumb woman’s brother went ahead and protected her. *hic* Well, I sure showed him who was the boss around here!”

The Jin disciples surrounding him cheered him on, crowing about his achievements.

“I left that damned Wen to rot in the valleys of Qiongqi!! That should show him not to mess with me! Hahahaha.....”

Whatever that Jin had left to say, Wei Wuxian didn’t stick around to hear it. All he could think about was the Wen siblings and how stupid Wei Wuxian was for thinking, so naively, that they would be safe from the war and its aftermath.

Wei Wuxian made a decision just then. The banquet would go on for a few more days but Wei Wuxian wasn’t required to attend. It was mainly sect leaders only and Wei Wuxian knew Jiang Cheng could handle whatever happened then. His little brother had always been good at politicking, unlike Wei Wuxian who more often than not cared little for it.

Using one of the improved teleportation talismans he invented, he immediately got to work. Of course, he hadn’t been to Qiongqi Path before so he couldn’t get there right away, but instead took a series of detours along familiar paths before reaching the place. 

Wei Wuxian knew he couldn’t be too impulsive now and waited for night to fall. When the last of the Jin guards fell asleep, not even bothering to change guard - really, they were so lax -, Wei Wuxian snuck into the camps and nearly toppled over at the overwhelming resentment of the tortured souls of the Wens. 

Once he mastered himself, Wei Wuxian took a good look around and took a double-take at the amount of elderly and seemingly non-cultivating people. There were even a few pregnant women here! Children too!

Wei Wuxian had only planned to get Wen Ning and Wen Qing out of here, but now he realized that he couldn’t leave these people to their deaths. 

Now Wei Wuxian was sure that at least some of these people were cultivators and had participated in the war, but he wasn’t entirely sure which people they were. Everyone here was so beat up and thin that it was hard to tell. He had to find Wen Ning and Wen Qing and hope they were well enough to identify those who were truly guilty of their crimes.

.......

It didn’t take long to find them. The Qiongqi Path labour - slave, Wei Wuxian corrected internally - camp was not large at all and just a li away from the entrance, he found the siblings. Wen Ning, thankfully, was alive but more than worse for wear. Wen Qing seemed to be healing his wounds as best she could in her own ragged state, so she probably was admittedly shocked hearing and even seeing Wei Wuxian pop up out of seemingly nowhere.

“What.....are you doing here?”

Wei Wuxian shuffled awkwardly, “I heard....that you were here. And some Jin were bragging about harming you and Wen Ning. I couldn’t just leave without doing something.”

“Wei Wuxian, you owe us nothing. Don’t be a self-sacrificing idiot now! The political consequences of saving us aren’t worth it.”

“On the contrary, I owe you a lot. Wen Ning, especially. I will not leave you here to rot. You can’t ask that of me, now that I’ve seen the conditions here. You will die.”

Wen Qing was silent before gritting her teeth, “Alright.”

“I should make it clear that I’m taking most of the people out of here. Just identify the ones that aren’t guilty of their crimes, okay? I don’t want to accidentally release an actual criminal.” Wei Wuxian whined.

Wen Qing sighed, but it was fond, “Okay.”

Eventually, Wen Qing identified them all and Wei Wuxian decided that over the course of two days, they’d send small batches of the civilians and innocents away from here. 

“The people dropped dead in a similar amount of time, anyways.” Wen Qing stated mournfully. “It’s not like these guards would notice.”

The first batch of people they sent away were the women. There weren’t many in the first place, most of them being sold to brothels or killed - whether by suicide, starvation or from their injuries. Wei Wuxian cursed not hearing about this sooner and sent a quick prayer to those who passed away.

Once the women had been safely sent off to a nearby abandoned village, the children were next. There were about ten of them in total and Wen Qing was very tight-lipped about whether there were more.

Her glance at the edge of a valley filled with resentment spoke volumes. 

They sent the elderly and then the men away last, leaving behind the actual criminals, of which there were quite a few. In total, only about two hundred or so civilians and innocents were sent here. The other hundred or so left were all people who willingly participated in the war.

Wen Qing, Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian teleported away soon after accounting for everyone and began to settle the Wens into the abandoned village. Wei Wuxian set up some barriers in case and left back for Koi Tower.

Luckily, no one really noted his absence. He had been gone for three days but the banquet had lasted longer with talks about trade deals and the lands they absorbed from Qishan being discussed in length. Wei Wuxian had also told Jiang Cheng that he was going to tinker with some talismans and his brother had given him permission to do just that, so Jiang Cheng didn’t suspect anything.

Wei Wuxian continued on with his life, as if he had never seen the labour camps and conditions in it. (Though he did shoot Jin Zixun a dirty look every now and then.)

Wei Wuxian returned to Lotus Pier and was going to go about his daily life when he received an emergency message from Wen Qing.

We’ve been discovered. We need to relocate.

Those two sentences brought an untold amount of panic in Wei Wuxian. He cited going off on a night hunt before rushing to the village. Wen Qing explained everything. The barrier had held up but as there was no concealing array, some Jin disciples had stumbled upon their village and recognized Wen Qing. 

Those disciples had escaped rather quickly, probably to inform Jin Guangshan and Wei Wuxian couldn’t have that. But he didn’t know of any other place these many people could relocate to.

No. He did know of a place, actually.

“The Burial Mounds.”

“What?”

“We can go to the Burial Mounds.”

“........Are you insane?”

“I survived there for three months. I can make it livable.”

The look on Wen Qing’s face made it seem like she wanted to stick some needles in him and look him over but she nodded. “Very well, if you can make it safe for them.”

“I can. .....I will.”

............

They headed to the Burial Mounds, in small groups of course. Wei Wuxian cleared the resentment for enough space to allow the Wens in and set up some wards to keep it that way.

There was nothing but raw materials there but there were enough able-bodied people that they were able to set up some makeshift shacks for everyone to reside in soon enough.

Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing sighed in relief once it was all settled and Wen Ning smiled, bringing in some warm water for the both of them.

Wei Wuxian was thanked over and over by the Wens once he rested enough. They had been wary of him at first but after seeing how much he did for them to aid them all for some measly debt that most people would ignore, they had significantly warmed up to him.

Wei Wuxian left the warm embrace of the Wens and set one final barrier over the village, making it seem like there was nothing but resentment there.

Deed done, he left for Yiling where he was asked to take care of some nearby fierce corpses. There was a night hunt to do, after all, and Wei Wuxian was happy to have some proof of a night hunt to bring back to Jiang Cheng.

................................

Wei Wuxian returned to Lotus Pier and began to do some of the work he had as head disciple. Sure, he may not be able to wield a sword, but he could do paperwork and teach the younger disciples just fine.

Normally, he’d be drinking away his sorrows and suppressing the pain he felt, but Wen Qing’s work as a doctor - she had a veil of course - in the town of Yiling had gotten her enough income to get him some herbs for the scars on his back. Her healing had done wonders for his pain and her needles - he shuddered - had eased the pain of the resentful energy residing in his body.

She also realized that the resentful energy, while it was harming him, suppressed his previously severe wounds and asked him to release control over certain areas of his body so that she could heal them and he wouldn’t need to rely on the resentment too much anymore.

Like this, a week passed and the rumors went wild, as people gossiped about the escape of the prisoners of Qiongqi Path. No one had really noticed the deficiency of prisoners, until Jin Guangyao had noticed the absence of Wen Qing, one of their more high-profile prisoners, hidden in the sloppy paperwork Jin Zixun had turned in.

The Jin had apparently spotted her in some village but when a small battalion of Jin had checked on the village again, it was abandoned and Jin Guangshan had raged on and on about her escape.

Wei Wuxian sighed a breath of relief, knowing that the Wens were safe, for now.

...........................

Wei Wuxian took back any amount of relief he felt, seeing his brother harp him about carrying his sword. He was really tired of making excuses and was honestly shocked that Jiang Cheng - anyone, really -  hadn’t noticed why he might not be carrying his sword, despite Wen Chao, who was always accompanied by Wen Zhuliu, bragging about throwing him into the Burial Mounds to anyone and everyone. 

Wei Wuxian was so annoyed, in fact, that he finally put his foot down and announced that he was going into a self-imposed seclusion and for no one to follow him. 

Jiang Cheng blanched and protested and whined about not having a head disciple and Wei Wuxian just sighed, said he would train one and then go into seclusion.

His brother, evidently, didn’t believe him about the seclusion thing and was genuinely shocked when Wei Wuxian named a rather competent senior disciple as his successor before taking all his belongings and shutting himself in one of the specially designed seclusion houses.

Jiang Cheng sat outside the room for a while, wanting to call his bluff, even calling Shijie to try and entice him out but no matter what, Wei Wuxian was not going to exit!

He might be throwing a (small!) tantrum. But he really didn’t want to be poked and prodded by his brother anymore. And besides - and Wen Qing would agree with him! - he needed some rest. After everything he’d been through, he deserved it.

.............................

Wei Wuxian didn’t actually go into seclusion. He, of course, returned to the Wen settlement and began making some improvements to their living space, namely by inventing a purifying talisman that would help ease the spirits of the Burial Mounds.

Of course, this wasn’t his first option. He tried going through a series of sessions of Empathy, listening to each spirit’s stories in hopes of helping them pass on. Most spirits were satisfied with having their story told and passed on peacefully, while others were harder to help. It was draining to do Empathy so much and Wen Qing took one look at him and banned him from doing any more. 

Wei Wuxian complained and whined until Wen Qing had had enough and knocked him out, making sure to force feed him a concoction that would ensure a dreamless sleep considering she’s seen how bad his nightmares could get.

Wen Qing gave him an hour lecture about the importance of his health and safety, not only because he was the only one able to ease the resentment of the Burial Mounds but also because ‘I care about you, you idiot! Don’t make me watch you die! Are you listening, Wei Wuxian?!’

Wei Wuxian was not listening until Wen Qing sicked A’ Yuan on him. The boy was devious despite being only a one-year-old and looked at him with big, wet eyes. Wei Wuxian crumbled and invented that purifying talisman not long after.

A’ Yuan was one of the ten children that survived that horrible camp. He had an older sister who was also with them but his parents, well. One died from his injuries and the mother died from childbirth. 

A’ Yuan was a sweet boy and babbled incoherently about random things and Wei Wuxian couldn’t believe that the Jins could take one look at A’ Yuan and try to kill him.

..................

Like this, years passed. Wei Wuxian invented talisman after talisman, hoping to improve the lives of the Wens and eventually, with Wen Qing’s insistence, turned these in to his brother - who had been sending periodic meals to him - who sold them and raked in a bunch of profit, both for himself and for the Jiang sect.

Apparently, as Wei Wuxian had learned, there was some sort of smear campaign being run against him that, while successful when he was out and about in public, started to die down after he went into seclusion and began to invent many useful talismans that aided both the common people and cultivators. 

People were less enticed to slander him if he was being helpful.

....

Wei Wuxian really enjoyed “seclusion” and was tempted to stay there for a while longer. However, with the injuries he sustained both before and after the Burial Mounds healed through Wen Qing’s hands, he was finally able to re-cultivate his golden core. 

Wen Qing’s original estimation for him when she first removed it had been about five years barring any significant damages to his meridians and that he survived through the war, but after his use of demonic cultivation, her estimation had extended by a few years. 

And now, almost a decade after he entered seclusion, Wei Wuxian finally regained his cultivation to the point he had before it was removed. He did miss his Shijie, having heard that she married Jin Zixuan and had several lovely children. He got to even name one of them. Jiang Cheng had been upset that he didn’t want to come out of seclusion for Shijie’s wedding, but Wei Wuxian did not want to risk causing trouble at her wedding, considering he hadn’t formed his core back then and was still a reviled demonic cultivator.

It was different now and Wei Wuxian was finally ready to return to society. 

But before that, he wanted to bring A’ Yuan and his older sister with him. He had gotten close to the ten remaining Wen children but all of them had parents - who taught them cultivation - except A’ Yuan and his sister. They had already started calling him ‘Baba’ and the Wens all agreed to let him adopt them. But Wei Wuxian wanted to bring the two into the Jiang sect. 

Wen Qing agreed to have them dropped off near Yunmeng where Wei Wuxian would “find” them and ask to adopt them and formally induct them into the Jiang sect.

With that in mind, Wei Wuxian exited seclusion and informed his brother of this. Jiang Cheng looked.....older, more mature. But the way he clung to Wei Wuxian after smacking him on the shoulder spoke as to how much he missed him. 

Wei Wuxian patted Jiang Cheng’s back and chose to ignore how Jiang Cheng wiped away his tears. 

“You’re back. I--You’re just in time. A’ Jie wanted to celebrate her youngest son’s first birthday. She’s invited us.”

Wei Wuxian nodded, “Mm.”

“You’d better come.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Wei Wuxian replied cheerily.

“But you--” You missed her wedding. “......Just wear the purple robes I prepared for you.”

“Of course. You’ll have to help me with my hair though, you know how hopeless I am at doing braids!”

“Mmhm.”

Wei Wuxian knew that things were awkward between them, especially with the way he had left for “seclusion” and how he’d been gone for a decade. But he knew, deep down, that this time away from each other had allowed Jiang Cheng to grow without Wei Wuxian. It was better this way. There had been rumors that Wei Wuxian would take over his position as sect leader and how Wei Wuxian was better or how he was the reason the Jiang sect prospered and he knew that these rumors poked harshly at Jiang Cheng’s insecurities, causing him to lash out. But with Wei Wuxian having “left” for so long, those rumors died out.

Wei Wuxian chatted with Jiang Cheng for a while longer before citing that he wanted to see the town. Jiang Cheng sighed and gave him some expenses before Wei Wuxian left. As soon as he reached town though, Wei Wuxian ducked into and inn and found A’ Yuan and his sister, A’ Fang, waiting for him. The two of them were old enough to know not to talk about their Wen heritage which was why Wei Wuxian chose to leave seclusion at this time. 

Of course, he had taught the two the basics of cultivation and had gotten them to form their golden cores, but Wei Wuxian knew that they’d benefit from being in a major sect.

As Wei Wuxian returned to Lotus Pier a few hours later, Jiang Cheng noticed the children and asked who they were. Wei Wuxian cleared his throat and told the prepared story that was a mix of half-truths and lies. 

Jiang Cheng looked suspicious but nevertheless agreed to have them tested to see if they were a good fit for the Jiang sect.

The children passed with flying colors, of course. And Wei Wuxian hugged them tight, praising them for their performance. 

“Wei Wuxian, where did these children come from?”

“Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian whined. “I just told you--”

“I know what you told me. I have my doubts.”

Wei Wuxian pouted but was internally panicking and blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “I birthed them!”

Silence.

“.........What.” Jiang Cheng looked perplexed. “Is this because of demonic cultivation?”

“Huh?”

“Demonic cultivation is a largely unknown practice. Of course, there must be some side effects that even we don’t know about--”

“Aish, Jiang Cheng, listen here! These children are......” He hooked an arm around his brother’s neck and led him away, the children following him like little ducklings

Chaos was left in their wake.

.............................

Wei Wuxian woke up the next morning afternoon to a message from Wen Qing asking him why there are rumors that he birthed children because of demonic cultivation. 

“Uhh, what?”

He sent a message back and received a detailed summary of the rumors. Wei Wuxian sighed. “It’s barely been a day and the rumors have spread this far?” He grumbled.

Well. He’ll just roll with it. There’s no harm in allowing people to believe that.

And then he had a horrible idea.

Maybe I should invent a talisman just in case people ask....

But he needed to know the anatomy of a woman for that to work and looking that up in the Jiang sect library will bring unneeded questions so he’ll just ask Wen Qing.

.....

Wei Wuxian teleported back to his room naught a few hours later a little more than traumatized at the information he received from Wen Qing. He now praised women for the amount of trouble they go through because he could never imagine the pain they must feel.

He sat by the pier and fished for some lotus pods for comfort and then sat down in his room and managed to come up with a few talismans that would aid in male pregnancy.

.............................

Wei Wuxian was having a good life. Sparring with Jiang Cheng, chatting with Shijie, teasing the younger disciples, taking care of his children, and aiding the common people had kept him so occupied and busy that he nearly forgot about Lan Zhan.

Seeing him now as he fought off a few yao made Wei Wuxian realize how much he’d missed him.

Once Lan Zhan dispatched the yao, Wei Wuxian jumped in front of him, startling him into pointing Bichen at him.

“Aww, Lan Zhan! I haven’t seen you in a decade and the first thing you do is point a sword at me? I’m hurt!”

Lan Zhan looked so startled to see him, he nearly dropped his sword, “W-Wei Ying?”

“Yup! It’s me! Did you miss me Lan Zhan?”

“Yes.”

Wei Wuxian froze. He wasn’t expecting an answer. “You did? You did miss me?”

“Mn.”

Wei Wuxian brightened. “I knew you’d warm up to me one day! Does that mean that you can admit we’re friends now?”

There was an intense look in Lan Zhan’s eyes that made him shiver for some reason but he nevertheless nodded.

That one action made Wei Wuxian’s entire day. “Good! Then, like a good friend, I’ll introduce you to my children and show you all of my favorite spots.”

Lan Zhan seemed to freeze, “....Children?”

“Mmhm, I birthed them myself!” Wei Wuxian snickered at the look on Lan Zhan’s face. “Just kidding! I adopted them, but I treat them like my own flesh and blood. They’re waiting for me nearby!”

Lan Zhan was soon introduced to A’ Yuan and A’ Fang and Wei Wuxian watched amusedly as Lan Zhan bought them trinkets that Wei Wuxian wouldn’t otherwise indulge them with. They already had many accessories that Wei Wuxian had bought them throughout the years and Wei Wuxian didn’t think they needed more. (Of course, he’d indulge his children when they’d been especially good but he didn’t think they needed an overabundance of stuff.)

“Lan Zhan, you’re going to spoil them!”

“Hmm.”

“Aiya, children, what do you say?”

“Thank you, Rich-gege.”

“Rich-gege?” Wei Wuxian pouted. “Then what am I?”

A’ Fang smirked, “Poor-gege.”

“The betrayal!” Wei Wuxian gasped. “From my own children! My flesh and blood!”

Lan Zhan huffed, his lips twitching.

Wei Wuxian turned towards him, “Are you laughing at me, er-gege?”

“Hm.”

“What ‘hm’? You are, aren’t you! I thought you were on my side, Lan Zhan!”

...............

Jiang Cheng had a long day today. The endless amounts of paperwork, requests for help, training with disciples, his own training - to make sure he doesn’t get rusty - and coordinating gifts for the delegation of sect leaders coming to discuss business and trade deals had kept him busy all day long.

So all Jiang Cheng wanted to do was sleep.

As he trudged to his room, he witnessed Wei Wuxian falling out of a tree straight into Hanguang-jun’s arms and looking at him like a lovesick maiden. Jiang Cheng tiredly looked at them lovingly stare into each other’s eyes for long, long moments before deciding he wasn’t paid enough to deal with his brother’s shit and walked away, collapsing into his pillow soon after.

He’d deal with this when his brain was at its full mental capacity.

[pen-observing]

request: how lucifer, mammon, satan, belphegor and diavolo react and find out about you having 'I now own your soul' under the terms and conditions of a webpage.

Lucifer:

While Lucifer is certainly busy all the time, and tries to balance it by having you in his study as he works, he can’t hide how tired he has actually been for the past 4 weeks.

All you know is that Diavolo has made the meetings more frequent and they are taking a toll on him

And since he means that much to you, regardless of if you wish to acknowledge it or not, you have to ask what is going on once he stands up and walks over to reach for another bottle from his shelf Lucifer does not drink that often and he certainly doesn’t try to avoid work by drinking.

Just what could be making him act this way?

“Lucifer, you have to tell me what is going on.”

He stands on his side of the desk just pouring another glass down.

Curse him for being elegant and showing his forearms while doing so!

And then he dares to look at you with full focus and furrowed eyebrows and he is about to say something and he looks like-

‘no. You are human.’

Fuck.

“Come on! You know I won’t tell anyone!”

He does trust you at least after so long.

"Very well. I will tell you since it has something to do with a human. If, by any chance, you spread the information, the price you pay will be a heavy one."

He can’t intimidate you that much but you know when he is serious.

"You see, recently, Diavolo has had more issues than ever with someone we like to call ‘code soul stealer"

“Uhn,, and that is?”

He takes a sip of his drink and holds the glass while looking at you.

“Apparently, a pesky human added ‘I now own your soul’ in their terms and conditions on a web page and some application. With this, they have stolen many souls and Diavolo has grown even more concerned these past few weeks since the page is just gaining popularity.”

Oh fuck, oh fuck. Thats you that he is calling a pesky human! You only did it as a joke because you saw a meme! It wasn’t supposed to make an enemy out of you to the prince of hell!

How are you supposed to tell Lucifer that? How will he react?

Maybe if you do tell him it will actually create more good than harm?

Or, you could hide it for the rest of your life and- no! The honest way with Lucifer is the best way. He trusts you enough so you have to trust him too!

“Lucifer...I am the pesky human you are referring to...”

He drops the glass. 

“I swear I had no idea souls were actually real and now I own a lot of them! O-On the good side I went viral 4 weeks ago so...oh, that is why you’ve been so busy....sorry.”

Lucifer says nothing.

He just falls into the chair in the most dramatic way you’ve ever seen.

He covers his face with both hands and groans into them loudly.

If you were not ‘code soul stealer’ you would laugh at him right now. But he has to figure out a way to protect you now.

Mammon:

You see, dating Mammon means that you two will bicker plenty.

However, it is usually silly stuff that you bicker about like; are gold or silver lines better on this cup of tea or not?

He just loves you too much to get into a serious argument with you.

However, Levi dragged you both to play a spy/heist game that just came out and Mammon cannot accept to lose such a challenge.

He is not proud that people call him thief, but he is proud and believes he has the skills to back up his many enrichment-plans

So the fact that you won against him for 3 times in a row is UNNACCEPTABLE under this dark, dark sky.

Mammon denies it all. ‘i went easy on you’; ‘I did it cuz you are happy when you win’ and ‘please, don’t you know who I am? I am THE Mammon!”

And while he is cute while bickering, sometimes it becomes unbearable.

So, you do what any normal human would: you challenge him by listing your biggest ‘heist’ ever.

“You don’t know who you are talking to! I have created a heist unlike any other! I have stolen a million souls so far! The DevilTV refers to me as – unstoppable soul collector!”

Levi left long ago so Mammon is standing there completely stunned with the stupidest look on his face so far. He kind of looks like a blowfish.

Still, he runs and puts a hand over your mouth and whispers:

“Don’t yell! We don’t want others to know that we run that business!”

Excuse him? Who is this –we- he speaks of?

“You will add your boyfriend to those plans, won’t you?”

Mammon will not let shock stand in the way of money or souls. You can explain to him how you managed that later but for now – just add him as your accomplice.

Satan:

You love your boyfriend.

You really, really do.

You love seeing him so excited and focused on finding clues to the newest Devildom mystery that you chose to let him have his fun by not telling him YOU were the one he was searching for.

And while you love him that much, you are about to ruin the whole game.

Why does he think it is appropriate to own 48 pairs of the same Sherlock Holmes outfit with THE UGLIEST MATCHING HATS YOU HAVE EVER LAID YOUR EYES ON.

First, he wore them in his ‘detective office’ only. Also known as the Lamentation house storage room for cleaning products. And that was fine, it was.

But then he started to wear them inside the house and in the garden. The saddest day was when a cat knocked the ugly hat off and ran away with it. Oh praise that cat! Praise the little paws!

However, he has gone too far.

He knows no bounds and shows no signs of stopping.

He started wearing the outfits OUTSIDE! In the middle of cobblestone paths of the main street while you were trying to have a nice date!

"Who knows where the soul snatching culprit could be hiding? I must wear this outfit everywhere to catch their clues. Trust me.”

That is it.

If one more iguana-looking-ass demon points their finger at you two and snickers as you walk past – he will have a rude wake up call.

How is it possible that he is trying to catch the culprit that is you but doesn’t pay any attention to you?

So, when you arrive home and he walks into the mop closet to add another unrelated photo to his crazy whiteboard as a clue – you tell him to sit down for a moment.

“Satan, honey, I have something to tell you about your soul snatching culprit.”

That definitely got his attention.

Finally! He is actually looking at you!

You lean down and gently kiss his head.

“I am the culprit you’re looking for. How does it feel to completely miss something right under your nose?”

He freezes up and throws a pen towards the whiteboard. It just bounces off and hits him in the back.

“You....you mean to tell me that,,, the biggest Devil Mystery TV phenomenon is ACTUALLY YOU?”

You are met with complete disbelief. Satan demands a detailed explanation on how you did it. He even tells you to use his whiteboard to retrace your steps!

...good luck...

Belphegor:

Will Belphegor ever actually publicly say that he has changed because of you? No.

Will he ever actually admit that to other brothers besides Beel when they’re talking in the late hours of the night in their room? Oh, absolutely not.

Will he tell you? Yes.

Yes but.. He will leave something out.

Sometimes Belphie looks at how you smile and remembers things that make him famous in this realm.

Yes, he is one of the most powerful demons and yes, he has a reputation of rebellion and the biggest steak of unattendance in RAD but

He is also a fairly famous scholar.

His papers and research are cited on the regular.

But when you smile and say a witty joke – he remembers that most of them focus around him proving just how dumb or naïve humans actually are.

But, you’re human and he hopes that you never see those.

Except that you do.

Because he is so famous it is no surprise that while looking for research papers to reference for your next assignment you saw his name while browsing through

And while you love him - you will not allow him to just diss the whole mankind.

So, you grab one of them from the library. Walk home, go to the attic while he is napping and open it up, putting it right on his face.

It takes a couple of seconds but he feels something is wrong and his hand reaches for it.

When he pulls it away, he is met with his thesis that was further developed from the seduction speech class assignment.

It sets it up as: ‘Seduction speech as a matter of blatant deception that humans always fall for but could never recreate.’

You are not even that mad at it to be honest.

But proving him wrong is always fun. And little does he know about your biggest secret ever.

“I will cut right to the chase and say – fix your bangs I want to see the way your eyes look when I tell you this!”

“I wonder who messed up my bangs with the academic paper in the first place?” is what he replies but his hand is already on his forehead.

“Whatever. Prepare to be amazed! I am the one the elders of the devildom are always ranting about on TV! Yes, I am the ‘pesky little human’ who is stealing away ‘edible’ souls! How is that for your thesis now? Is that not true deception?!”

He likes your smile still. You’re standing in front of the bed looking at him with sparkling eyes and clenched fists while striking a pose. It is silly really but he smiles.

Because you are.

And while he will ask you a bit more about that claim, he is just happy to know that maybe his next academic paper (which everyone eagerly awaits) will be tad more positive to your kind.

Diavolo:

You got an urgent call from Barbatos.

On the doorstep he told you that Diavolo needs you in his study.

What could you do that Barbatos can’t and will help Diavolo? Does such a thing even exist?

You walk inside of his office and are pretty sure Barbatos did not want to go inside because of the fact that a rat could be hiding under the mountain of papers that are all around the room.

Usually, Diavolo immediately stands up, lights up the room with his smile and stretches out his hands for a hug.

Now? He hears the doors open and looks at you with a weak smile while his head is resting on his elbows from behind the desk.

He has never looked worse.

“Barbatos said you called for me?”

You are unsure where to begin with this so you state a fact while thinking of questions to ask.

“He has? I have done no such thing?”

Great. Now both of you are confused.

“Can you tell me what is going on?”

Diavolo sighs and his smile is still nowhere to be seen.

“The elders have been so annoying lately. I understand that the biggest threat to the Devildom and everyone’s life here still has not been identified but there is nothing I can do except search!”

Just what threat is that? What could be making Diavolo so miserable?

“They keep comparing me to my father without actually offering any ways of fixing this!”

“I will try to offer some way if you tell me what the threat is!”

There you are, making a grand exclamation and promise while trying to avoid papers on the floor. Diavolo sighs again.

“A human is ruining our business! They somehow set up a page that allowed them to own souls by consent in some application under the terms and conditions. I mean, this has never happened before! Humans were never expected to think of that or have access to such means! And the name they used was fake. How am I supposed to find them and then burn them in the darkest pits of hell as the elders want me to?”

You stop trying to avoid the papers.

Did...did he just say darkest pits of hell? Did he just say the elders want YOU burned?!

How are you supposed to fix this? It was a fucking joke! You did not imagine this could ever happen!

“Diavolo you promised you would protect me no matter what, right?”

His eyes are serious when you say that. “Yes. I will. Is something amiss?”

“Diavolo.... I am the enemy your elders want to burn.. PLEASE DON’T LET THEM! MY SKIN JUST ADJUSTED TO THIS TEMPERATURE!”

Diavolo looks at you and laughs like never before. It is cute, it is childlike. His laugh finally lights up the room.

He thinks you are joking.

He thinks you are joking and abruptly stops once he realizes that you did not join in on the laugh.

You were just trying to crack a joke and make him feel better, right? There is no way that is true, right? But judging from your reaction he knows it is.

So, he grows serious once more.

He runs to embrace you.

“Please tell me you are willing to make a compromise because the elders do not care about how your skin adjusts to the temperature.”

[knullanon]

invincible bullshit that i came up with 10 days ago i just forgot about it

ngaoevnbiaebiw its here @anxiousnerdwritings i hope you like it i got inspired by you to write this

words: 2196

warnings: past arguing, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ENTIRE SEASON 1, shooting, arguing, past manipulation

“Reports of who killed the Guardians of the globe are starting to surface, with our agents finding out about the supposed killer: we know they spared Omni-Man, killed the rest of the members, and then fled. We also know they are not from earth. Lots of people have speculated that Omni-Man is the one behind these killings, however, the government has ruled out that being a possibility, since there was no evidence of Omni-Man doing these actions. More at 7 tonight on-”

The program stopped playing as you saw a contact appear on the top of the screen, and reading it, you immediately perked up.

Swiping on the green button, you happily said, “Hey, Dad! What’cha need?”

You heard a chuckle from the other end, before he said, “Hey kiddo, how you holding up?”

“Nothing much going on here, you good over there?”

“Yup, mostly everything is fine. You know my work, they always have something for me to do.”

“Hopefully that clears up soon.”

“Yeah, hey, listen, where are you right now?”

Ugh, not this again. Your mood slightly dropped as you remembered a few years ago, when you first met Cecil. He wasn’t as good as he is now, and he would always be asking where you would be. Even in school. However, that was all in the past, since you were older, he now knew that you were responsible enough to do things on your own. At least, that’s what he wanted you to believe.

“Uh, well, I was just gonna go hang out with some friends and then go back home. Why?”

“Ok, listen to me very carefully: one of my guys is gonna pick you up near Bridgetown, ok? You’re gonna get a bracelet from them and then I’ll explain the rest here.”

What the fuck? “Oh, um, ok, when will they be there?”

“About 5 minutes. Be there soon, love you, bye.”

He hung up the phone quickly, which was extremely rare, even for him, since he would never show his love to you out publicly and you would feel weird if he even did. However, on the phone or in private he was a completely different person, having a great personality and he was an even better dad.

Well, he did say to hurry up, and 5 minutes. You checked the time and when you saw it was near 1. You strided your way towards the street he told you to meet on, and cheerfully thought of the ways to hang out with your friends after whatever he wanted to do. Maybe you could go to the mall? Maybe the food court? You’ve been meaning to try those damn milkshakes at that new bar everyone is talking about, but it was always so crowded. You never liked crowded places in the first place.

Suddenly, your phone rang again. This time, when you checked, it was your dad again. Strange. It was weird for him to call you twice in a row. He usually got to the point within a few sentences.

Picking up the phone, you said, “Hey dad-”

“________, listen to me. Get to someplace safe now. Get out of the road. Get out of the public. I don't care if you have to go inside someone else’s house, just get out of sight.”

Stopping in the middle of the road you let out some surprised stutters. “Wh- Dad, what are you talking about?”

“_______, please, just listen to me when I say this, you are in danger and you need to get out of there.”

“Why? What’s happening?”

You were shuffling around trying to find a good place to “hide” while your dad went into complete panic mode in his voice. “_______, find a place to hide, and whatever you do, get out of open space.”

You heard him speak to someone off the phone, before he cursed out loud. “I have to call you back, but someone will be there, wherever you are, ok? I… I love you.”

Before you could answer him, he hung up the phone. Anxiety was the only thing you could feel, as you looked around the desolate neighborhood. There was a reason why you chose this area over others: it was quiet and small. Not only that, but the only people who walked this way were people who were not fond of bigger crowds. In fact, you haven’t seen anyone go this way for a long time. You always wondered why, since it was the perfect way to get robbed. Of course, that would never happen, especially with all those lessons from your dad about self defense.

The street you were on had walls surrounding the sidewalk to prevent people from going into people's backyards, probably. They were too high up to climb, and they were concrete, so it wouldn’t be easy to just hop over and call it a day.

However, you were almost at the end of the street, and you knew there was a little patch of bushes and leaves that would provide the perfect cover. They were almost as tall as your dad, which always made you wonder who was watering them to be that big.

Pacing quickly towards the end of the street, and seeing no one in sight made you let out a sigh of relief. Either dad was overeating or something bad was happening, and you don’t know which would be worse. When Cec- dad overrated, it always got messy, no matter what it was about.

“Why were you out so long? I was about to send a team after you-”

“Cecil, it’s fine, I just had to talk to my-”

“Don’t call me Cecil, and don’t try to make excuses, tell me who you were with right now or I swear to god-”

You forgot the memory almost as soon as it came up, instead choosing to focus on getting to the brush where you could hide until C- Dad came to pick you up. Wherever he was. Actually, did he give you a time that he would be there?

You got a weird feeling that made you sprint towards the bushes and dive in, like there was someone behind you. You ignored it and forced your way on all fours, ignoring the cuts and scratches you were getting on your arms and legs.

There was almost a whooshing sound above you, and you wondered if your dad sent a fucking jet to get you. But that thought left your mind when you heard it right next to you, along with the sound of someone making a harsh landing onto the street. You were able to hear the little bits and pieces of concrete fly off the ground to hit the ground again.

You stayed completely still, leaning on your arms while your body was facing the street. You heard something shuffle, like moving fabric around, before a familiar voice hit your ears.

“Who’s there?” they- he said, and you were about to cry out of relief when you heard it. “Omni-Man?”

~~~~~

“Cecil, why do you think Nolan would go after ________?”

“Why wouldn’t he?” Cecil didn’t look at Debbie, instead focusing on the map in front of him, wondering where Mark could’ve been.

“What reason would he have to go after them? I just- he wouldn’t just attack a child, would he?”

Cecil felt his head start to hurt. Goddamnit, why did Nolan want to go after you? You had nothing to do with anything, besides being Cecil’s daughter. … is that why he was after you? Just because you were related to Cecil?

No, Nolan wasn’t stupid. He knew you weren’t his biological daughter, Nolan knew Cecil took you from somewhere.

He probably thought you were just someone that he got for fun, which was the furthest from the truth. Cecil didn’t-

“Sir, we’ve found Mark Grayson, along with your daughter, not at the same locations, but-”

“Where is she?” Cecil didn’t try to hide his worry in his voice. It didn’t exactly help when the agent said, in a monotone voice, “She's with Omni-Man, sir.”

~~~~~

“________? What are you doing here?”

Peeking out from the bush, you saw Omni-Man walk up towards you and hold out his hand. You graciously took it, and helped yourself up. Even when you were standing at your full height, Omni-Man was way taller than you. Like, way taller. He could beat your dad within an inch of his life even with all of that combat stuff he learned over the years.

Of course he could, he’s Omni-Man dumbass. Ignoring the thought, you answered, “I’m, uh, busy.”

You saw him give a small smile. “You’re busy hiding in the bushes?”

“Yes.” you cursed internally for answering that so quickly like an idiot. You weren’t expecting him to let out a laugh. He continued while you stood there, confused as all hell.

Finally, he said, “You know, you’re a terrible liar.” You laughed along with him for a moment, before saying, “Yeah, I know.”

His face suddenly darkened, before he said, “So, why are you out here?”

The laughter in the air was gone now, only replaced by crushing silence as he waited for your answer. You felt yourself shrink under his scrutinizing gaze. He looked like he was judging you for just standing there. Well, he could’ve also been judging you because you were in a bush just 10 seconds earlier. After a few more seconds, you broke.

“C- Dad said to hide somewhere.”

“Aren’t you too old to be playing those games?”

“Yeah, I am, but apparently someone was gonna come and get me. He just said to get out of open space.”

You heard him mutter something under his breath, before he scratched the back of his head.

“Well, I can see why he would want that.”

“Really? Why?”

“A mob boss named Machine Head.” When you gave him a confused look, he elaborated, “Machine head was a guy who took down the new Guardians of the Globe along with… Mark. They thought they got him, but unfortunately they weren’t able to kill him.”

“How does that have anything with me?”

“... You’re Cecil’s daughter. Cecil was the one who found out about Machine Head. And took him down. Machine Head wants revenge against Cecil for ruining his plans, so he’s probably going to take it out on you.” When you still gave a surprised stare, he asked, “Do you really not have this happen often?”

“No, Dad keeps me inside alot…” your voice trailed off when you heard your phone ring, and picking it up, you saw it was your dad.

“Hello?”

“_________, I told you to get to somewhere safe!”

“I-I am! I’m with Nolan!”

“Hey, Cecil, don’t worry, I’m right here.” Nolan’s voice was filled with sarcasm, probably an old joke between the two. After all, they were both good friends to each other.

“No, you don’t understand, ______, listen to me-”

Suddenly you were grabbed by your arm, and dragged down. You were caught by Omni-Man before you hit the ground, though. Looking behind him, you saw two trucks coming towards you, along with multiple people in them, with weapons of all sorts.

You didn’t have time to ask who they were or what they wanted, as Omni-Man grabbed you and pulled out off the ground, and into the air. It took you a few moments, but you realized you were in the air. Flying.

Reaching for your phone in your pocket to call your dad back, you realized you must’ve dropped it. However, you weren’t about to waste your energy trying to get it back. Especially not when you were high above the ground. So you simply hung on for dear life as Omni-Man flew away from the shouting people in the cars.

~~~~~

“Where is she?”

“She went with Omni-Man, sir.”

Cecil stood there for a moment, wondering what the fuck happened. It was obvious now that Nolan had no intentions to harm you, but why would he take you and not tell you anything? Cecil wondered before something was handed to him. “We found this near where they took off, sir.”

It was your phone. Completely crushed to bits. “Omni-Man took it from her and crushed it without her knowledge, sir.”

“You started to shoot at her?! What the hell were you thinking!?”

The men stood there, completely still realizing their mistake. “We’re not kids playing at some game, this is real life. And now- I-” he really wanted to kill Nolan now. Debbie was going to become a widow, and he really didn’t care.

Walking up to the truck that was nearest to him, he opened the back and shuffled around, trying to find something, anything that would be of use.

Then he found his favorite gun. The only one he could actually hold himself without another person that stopped Omni-man.

Loading the ammunition, he walked over to Donald, who had a tablet in his hand. “Sir, we’ve found where they’re going.”

Looking at the area on the map, Cecil tapped his wrist watch, and said, “Good. Get the backup ready, and get Mark Grayson. Get Invincible.”

[mizunetzu]

Hi! I love your writing and I wanted to know if you could do one where the reader is trans masc and their dad is aizawa And no of 1a knows (except aizawa) until someone who went to school with them starts bullying them, and publicly outs them. And so aizawa makes a really big deal, and accidentally mentions that the reader is his kid, But everyone in 1a supports them and are more shocked when they find out their dad is aizawa. Thank you!!!! I know it's weird I just want validation tbh (´-﹏-`；)

Hi hi hi !! I wasn’t sure if this ask requested male pronouns (bc of the use of the word ‘trans masc’) or GN pronouns (bc of the use of the word ‘they’ across the request) feel free to educate me on that!! But for now, I used Male Pronouns!

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Platonic! Aizawas trans male kid gets outed

⚠️warnings - mentions of outing, deadnaming, me antagonizing shindo bc haha I needed a bad guy-

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Loading off the bus, (Y/n) stretched his arms and let out a huff. He rubbed at his eyes, and activated his quirk slightly to see if it still worked. It wasn’t like it was going to go away, but it became habit to see if he could still do it after a long time or not. A useless habit, you could say.

Though, it was important he still had his quirk, since today was the day he was going to take the Provincial Licensing Exam. Along with his classmates.

(Y/n) strolled around the area, being sure not to stray too far away from his own class and bus. There seemed to be many schools here. Most of them, upperclassmen. (Y/n) swallowed the lump in his throat and stalked up to Kirishima to calm his nerves.

Kirishima spotted him, giving him a curt slap on the back. (Y/n) coughed, adjusting his hero costumes chest area.

“Yo! Aren’t you excited for this thing? Whaddya think we’re gonna do?”

(Y/n) let out a timid laugh, his voice noticeably deep, but almost borderline androgynous. Like he was trying to force it to go lower than it naturally was. An ear perked up from somewhere behind (Y/n). “Yeah, I’m getting kinda pumped u-“

“Well-I certainly wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

That sickeningly sweet voice made (Y/n) scrunch up his nose. He didn’t turn around. Nevertheless, the voice kept going. “Eh, well, that’s a lie. Your face was practically plastered everywhere on tv.”

“Tell me-how’s it feel to go to the famous UA, Sayaka-chan?”

(Y/n) kept his eyes fixated on the ground, still facing Kirishima as he looked between the two, confused.

“Uh-I think you got the wrong guy, dude. This dudes well...a dude.”

“Mm?” The boy was taken aback, before smirking and leaning next to (Y/n’s) ear. He said, rather loudly, “You didn’t tell them, Sayaka?”

“Shut up, Shindo.” (Y/n) voice was quiet. It wasn’t as deep as it was ‘normally’, but it sounded very much less strained. Kirishima seemed to catch on, though he said nothing, out of respect. Though, Shindo did the exact opposite.

“Don’t be so rude, Yaka-chan! I’m just saying hi to my old friend!” Shindo turned to Kirishima, as the UA students started noticing their little show. That-and a scruffy man, who was now completely ignoring what Ms Joke was saying to turn his ears on hyperfocus. “Don’t mind her. I guess she’s on her period today or something.”

“Ne-what’s happing here? Do you know (Y/n)-kun or something?” Mina said. (Y/n) cringed at hearing his name. He knew Shindo was going to say it. Don’t say it. Don’t-

“(Y/n)? That’s the name Sayaka-chan goes by these days?”

His seemingly friendly smile made (Y/n) want to puke. Mina titled her head. “Sayaka? You probably have the wrong person. This is (Y/n).”

Shindo turned to (Y/n), his dirty, smug glare being hidden behind a innocent, confused smile. “You really didn’t tell them, Sayaka?”

Shindo took a deep breath in. (Y/n) pursed his lips. “Don’t fucking-“

“Sayaka here,” Shindo slung an arm around the boy. “She’s a crossdresser. She’s ‘trans’. Isn’t that great?”

(Y/n) noticeably stiffened, biting his lip harshly and keeping his eyes pointed harshly at the ground like it was the only way to keep tears from flowing. He clenched his knuckles in embarrassment.

Before (Y/n), Mina, or Kirishima could say something, a hunched over, dark figure placed a hand on Shindo’s shoulder. His nice boy smile dropped. Aizawa, uncharacteristically, looked like he was seething.

“Shindo. Kid. Get away from my son. Before I find your teacher.”

Kirishimas eyes widened while Mina gasped. Son? Shindo bit back a snarl. He smiled irritably and put his sweet tone back on. “What? I’m just talking to Sayaka-chan-“

“His name is (Y/n). If you really want to be a hero, I suggest not being a nuisance to my son or any of my students.” Aizawa grumbled.

Shindo scoffed. “I’m sorry I offended you, mr...scruffy man. I’m not sure which son you’re talking about, though. Don’t you have a daughter-?”

Aizawa reached for his capture weapon, eyes glaring a Ruby red. Shindou was about to lurch forward when Ms Joke stepped in between the two. She huffed, turning to Shindo first.

“Shindo-kun, should you be changing into your hero costume about now? Go do that! The class already went ahead without you!”

Shindo gasped, his persona back on like a mask. “Oh! That’s right! I’m sorry Miss! See you guys! Do your best!”

Shindo turned to (Y/n), in a low whisper. “See you, Sayaka.” And timpered off. Ms Joke turned to Aizawa.

“And you!” She put her arms on her hips. “Just because your kid’s being teased a bit doesn’t mean you have to reach for your weapon!”

Aizawa seemingly let go of his scarf he’d been clutching for a while now. His hair flopped down and framed his face once more. “He wasn’t teasing. He’s been bullying my son since his 2nd year of middle school.”

(Y/n) was awkwardly standing behind Aizawa. Since they had no intention of bringing him in personally to the conversation, he shoved his hands into his pockets. It was then he noticed the majority of 1A staring at him.

He paled. Flashbacks of Shindo publicly outing him whipped by his mind, along with the way he hid his disgusted glare when he came out as trans initially in his 2nd year of middle school. It was his third year and (y/n’s) second year, Shindo being one of (y/n’s) closest friends until he became a ‘crossdresser’.

Were his new UA classmates going to to treat him the same? Would all the girls and boys be hesitant to undress themselves with him nearby, because he’s a “lesbian/girl perving on the guys”? Was he going to have to mend all of these relationships from the start again? A bottomless pit dug into his stomach. He didn’t want that.

Stagnant air filled the atmosphere as everyone stared at (y/n). Already thinking of excuses, explanations, anything, he opened his mouth to speak.

“I-“

“You’re Aizawa’s son?!” Kaminari yelled, pointing a finger at (y/n). (Y/n) blinked, letting out a confused “eh?”

Mina popped in, flailing her arms in the air like Iida, but less stiff. “Dude! That’s so cool! You think you can tell him to round my 48 into a 90 from last weeks quiz?!”

Slowly but surely, his classmates started crowding around him, all talking at once. There were “Ohh-I can see the resemblance now!”s and “dude how are you still alive?!”s. Everyone seemed to forget what Shindo was talking about.

(Y/n) stood silent. “You guys...aren’t going to mention it?”

Most everyone stopped talking. Sero stepped forward. “Does it really matter? Your still our classmate, man. Plus, Aizawas your fuckin’ dad.”

Murmurs of agreement mused out from the surrounding crowd of UA students. (Y/n) smiled, attempting to answer every question about him or Aizawa as possible.

Ms Joke whistled from far away. Aizawa sleepily lolled his head towards her away from watching his son carefully, seeing if any students acted rudely in anyway.

“So your class didn’t know he was...y’know.”

“Mm.” Aizawa hummed. “Though, they seem to be more interested in him being my son than him not being ‘born a son’. M’glad that they’re bothering him instead of me. But knowing them, they’ll probably ask me some things after the exam.”

“I’m not meaning this in any mean way, but,” Ms Joke was oddly serious. “How are you so fine with this...change? It’s not like I’m saying it’s wrong, no, but you accepted it rather quickly and his transition happened pretty much overnight.”

“Does it really matter if he’s a boy or a girl or not? He’s still a pain in the ass. You don’t need a specific gender to be a problem child. As long as he’s keeping up with hero training and classes, I don’t really care.”

Aizawas eyes betrayed his words. They were dry, as usual, but they observed his students every move, every word they throw at his kid like he was stalking his prey. Like he was subtly saying “Say one misgendering thing, and I’ll expel you.”

In the end, Aizawa was a big softie. His child was happy, and that was fine by him. And, he’s less to deal with when he’s happy. His words, not mine. Ms Joke sighed, knowing her answer, and faced forward.

“Go out with me!”

“Go to hell.”

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I’m sorry for assigning a ‘dead name’ in this fic; and I’m sorry if this fic was actually a they/them one!! Sincerest apologies :(

[ribbononline]

When the joke AU gets out of hand and now its like, a whole thing

SO uhm here is the post about the fake marriage on Pasio au! Where the whole fake marriage thing ended up becoming more of a B plot more then anything, oops. The premise kind of got lost on me as I went along.

First things first, here’s the information I gathered from the Hoenn timeline in Pokemas itself so yall know what im working with (and as a side note, if you have no idea about the basic story of Pokemon Masters, the rest of this entire post might be a little confusing);

-Brendan is Normans son, and May the daughter of professor Birch. Brendan has at least defeated Normans gym, and neither of them have met Aqua or Magma, nor Archie or Maxie.

-Magma and Aqua don’t seem to be publicly known as bad in any way.

-The meteor with Zinnia has already happened, and someone else took that destiny from her. (I’ll be honest- I never end up really explaining this here. I had no idea how to even begin making sense of this considering this is post game stuff and Brendan never even seems to have made it to the Elite Four as far as we know)

And with that ! Here’s the actual story I managed to make out of that.

-The backstories for Archie and Maxie are the same as they’d normally be. Things only get different once the ORAS plots would normally start.

Magma and Aqua both don’t commit crimes (such as orb or submarine stealing) with their uniforms on and under their team names. As such, they’re still seen as regular, legit environment organisations trying to better the region.

May and Brendan never get involved with them either. Between no meddling kids and their crimes not being tied back to them, things end up going pretty fast on their end.

-Their crimes aren’t connected nor is anyone looking into them as something bigger- right up until the orbs get stolen. Those are considered important enough artifacts to raise some attention, and so, Steven and Wallace brought on the case to investigate as the Hoenn champions.

-It’s a lot easier said then done, and while they start to suspect Aqua and Magma have something to do with it, they have no concrete proof. Still, they do their best to figure out if it’s them and what their intentions with it would be.

-Regrettably for them they are too slow. Maxie and Archie both make it to the sea cavern , and both raise their respective legendaries. Kyogre is there, Groudon is there, as a result even Rayquaza shows up. There’s a lot going on— and then, within a couple of minutes, there isn’t. All legendaries vanish into thin air, so fast that the population of Hoenn never even realised what was happening out on sea. Except for some unfortunate swimmers who never end up being believed.

Maxie and Archie feel devestated, and the Hoenn League who did notice what happened is very alarmed. Keeping the incident quiet as to not incite a panic, Steven and Wallace are pushed onto this case instead now- to locate the missing legendaries, and ensure they won’t cause any harm- and maybe figure out what caused them to awaken in the first place.

Wallace and Steven immediately link that to the orbs, and as such, Aqua and Magma. Still, they have no actual proof- no one outside their teams saw Archie or Maxie doing anything.

-The reason behind the sudden disappearances turns out to be Hoopa! Who brought all of them to Pasio. The legendaries immediately went from fighting mode into very confused mode. They don’t know where they are or what happened. Groudon ends up hiding in the volcano on the island, while Kyogre keeps to the bottom of the water surrounding the island. -Rayquaza however doesn’t hide itself- and instead, floats around on a mountain top on the island. Rumors start floating around about it, and before long Zinnia shows up and becomes a sync pair with it.

-Steven and Wallace hear Rayquaza is over in Pasio, and figure the other two might be as well- so they go over to investigate. They also talk some with Zinnia about Rayquaza, but since it appears to be fine and calm and Zinnia is not planning on giving it up, she ends up keeping it and they leave her be to search for Groudon and Kyogre instead.

-Magma and Aqua also catch wind of Rayquaza being over there, and even hear about some sightings of what appear to be Kyogre and Groudon around the island. Now the plan is to get over there and get them…. but the problem is that Steven and Wallace are both there, and they’re well aware those two suspect them- and that suddenly showing up for no reason would probably only worsen those suspicions. While the both of them have complete faith in their power as a team, they’d rather not pick a fight with two champions if they can avoid it- especially when they’re on an island full of other champions and elite four members who would probably back them up if asked.

-Going with their entire team would definitely be too suspicious. That’s out. Going with their admins might still be risky- Plus, they can’t exactly leave their teams unattended back in Hoenn. So, Maxie and Archie end up figuring that the best course of action would be for them to go alone, at least for the time being. Scout out if they can locate the legendaries and a way to get to them- and then call backup if needed.

…But if they both go alone at the same time and end up fighting each other while they’re there… it wouldn’t help their case.

-And so, after some thinking things over, Maxie ends up deciding it’d be best if they went together under a temporary truce. So off to Aqua to talk it over with Archie he goes! There, they come up with their plan; faking a marriage, and going to Pasio under the excuse of being on honeymoon. Steven and Wallace wouldn’t be expecting it, so maybe it’d throw them off track! And for the rest of the trainers on Pasio- well, who isn’t happy for a couple living their best life? With a little luck it’d immediately make people trust them a bit more.

-So to Pasio they go! Maxie takes Camerupt as his sync partner, Archie partners with his Sharpedo. They rent a little vacation home- for obvious reasons, they’ll have to live together for a while, but with a little luck they can just avoid each other most of the time. Besides, at least the ad specified there being two beds.

-They misread the ad. There’s one single two person bed. Archie is promptly demoted to sleeping on the couch.

In general, while they do well enough at faking being very affectionate and loving in front of people, the moment they’re back in their house it’s a lot of fighting.

-Steven and Wallace are not stupid, and are immediately wary when Maxie and Archie suddenly show up no matter how well they’re putting on an act. Still, there’s not a lot they can do except keep an eye on them and ensure they stay away from the areas Kyogre and Groudon are spotted.

-The rest of the island however thinks they’re nice! Look at the cute couple having fun. Good for them.

-Overall, while things are going decently okay for Archie and Maxie, Steven and Wallace constantly blocking off areas where they could gather intel and trailing their every move is really hindering their ability to be able to do much of anything. And so the four of them enter an awkward stand still, where neither can really get the other off the island.

-For a while, Maxie and Archie just try to put on the act as best as they can, to hopefully get Steven and Wallace to lower their guard. They go on ‚dates‘ together, hang out with the other people around the island, attend events together, etc. Steven and Wallace still don’t trust them for shit however, and end up pushing May and Brendan towards them in the hopes that they might be able to spot something off.

-Brendan and May have no idea what anyone is trying to do here, and actually really like Archie and Maxie. They help show them all there is on Pasio and introduce them to new people time and time again.

-Eventually, Maxie and Archie realise that this is going to take a lot longer then they were hoping for- between Steven and Wallace not budging, and the trainers on Pasio constantly keeping them busy- they’re going to need an excuse to keep staying here. And they don’t actually need to wait long! -While being a lot less aggressive and in people’s face about it, Archie still talks about the environmental impact the island has on the ocean around it a good bit to some of the other trainers there- he is leader of an environmental group focused on the sea back at home, after all! People actually start agreeing with him, to a point it even reaches Lear. Conceding something should be done, Sawyer starts working on putting a team together that would help undo the damage they’ve caused by making the oceans around the island more habitable for the Pokemon that were made homeless because of them. Archie is one of the first people to get asked to join the team- and having a job there makes a great excuse to stay a while longer. Besides, it’s still working towards his goal to some extent, so he’s down! -A bit after that Maxie ends up joining the team that made the island and is currently in charge of keeping it thriving. Same for him- the job still aligns with his ideals, so he doesn’t mind doing it.

-This was also the time Archie started having serious back pain from sleeping on the couch each night, so he took the bed as well. Maxie threatened to kick him out, Archie wished him luck with that and… well, they both just keep to their side of the bed now.

-Back at home, Magma and Aqua are being good legit environmental groups working within the law. It’s been gaining them a great reputation, and being fully legitimate and not having to fear getting charged for crimes is also very nice for the teens working as grunts there.

-And so back in Pasio, Maxie and Archie forcefully have to take a step back from their plans… to live relatively normal lives instead. Surprise surprise, it’s not actually that bad! They enjoy their jobs, they actually start making some friends, half the kids on the island seem to have adopted them as cool new uncles… and they even start fighting less in private! They can actually get along sometimes.

Eventually the realisation hits that they’re living out the lives they wanted- before they ever joined Rocket and everything went so terribly wrong. Except their marriage being ‚fake‘, this was more or less the future they envisioned… and it’s very weird to think about.

-For Maxie, he does get sad reminiscing, and reminisce he does- but as long as Archie keeps going , he’d never give up his plans. While originally raising Groudon was truly out of his ideals, over time (and when their original breakup happened) it became less about that- and more about ‚winning‘ - winning out over Archie, and proving to both himself and the other he’d been right all along. Even when the evidence started pointing towards that not being the case and Tabitha only agreeing this was a bad idea, he was so caught up in not being able to lose now he never backed down- and just reassured himself the science had to be wrong.

As long as Archie is going, so is he.

-Archie however…. Archie’s plans of flooding the world to reset it- undo the damage humanity caused by ending it entirely- were born out of feeling like there truly was no other option, truly was no other good left. Being focused on that goal every day, it wasn’t hard to stay in that mindset. But now, having to forcibly take a step back- suddenly getting to live a normal life again, with a way to help that doesn’t require death and a support system outside of Aqua… Suddenly the hope returns that maybe there is more out there- maybe there is another way to go about this.

And so, after a lot of thinking, and a lot of doubting every answer he came up with- finally he rang up Shelly and Matt to talk things over, and talk about leaving Kyogre be. Shelly was thrilled- at the end she didn’t trust his plans with Kyogre anymore anways and seeing Archie finally with agree with her on that was a big relief to her. Matt didn’t entirely understand, but Archie seemed happier with this idea, and Shelly definitely seemed happier with this idea- so he certainly didn’t mind.

Afterwards, Shelly ends up privately talking to Archie some more, where he confided a lot in her about stuff he never told her before. It was a lot to take in, and she definitely wasn’t happy about his plans having always been to more or less commit genocide on humanity without ever having told them- but at the end of the day, he’s still her friend, no damage has actually been done, and he’s finally talking to her about it so they can work it out. As such, with some help from her, Archie ends up going to therapy on the regular to help keep him in a better headset.

-After all of this, Archie pulls Maxie aside to let him know he’s giving up on Kyogre, and Maxie… just doesn’t know how to feel about it at all- doesn’t even know if he can trust him. He certainly wasn’t expecting this either way. For a while, Archie just goes about his day on Pasio, while Maxie went very very quiet, just watching him from a distance.

They both spend so much time on this- suddenly given up was something he never thought would be an option, and it’s a lot to process. Besides, Archie could be lying. ….But truthfully, he’s known the other way too long to believe that. Archie is serious about this, and it’s not particularly hard to tell.

So, after a lot of hemming and hawing, he too finally rings up Courtney and Tabitha and calls of their mission with Groudon.

Magma and Aqua are both just legit regular environmental organisations now.

-Now with that decision made, they end up talking a lot over between each other themselves. About their past, about their teams, and about what they want to do now. This is where they finally decide to actually give their relationship another chance as well. Not necessarily as a romantic relationship- thought not strictly as just friends either. They decide to just take it slow, see what they’re comfortable with, and see where it takes them from there.

(A lot of trainers in Pasio actually worry this is when they got into a fight- since they stop acting overly affectionate to put on an act, and instead get to have awkward conversations trying to rekindle their relationship. Everyone is so worried about what happened. Sorry guys, they’ll be okay)

-Though they fully intent on going back to Hoenn and their teams, they’re not in a hurry to leave and stick out their job contract which only were for about half a year total anyways. During this, even Steven and Wallace start noticing a change in them and finally lower their guard a bit. They never do end up attempting to get to the legendaries- they’re just enjoying their time here now.

-When they do finally get back to Hoenn, they merge the teams and help the land and the sea together now. Archie also ends up convincing Maxie to join him for therapy sometimes- even without them almost ending the world, they do still both have their things to work trough.

-Groudon and Kyogre just vibe on Pasio now. They let kids battle them for fun sometimes. They’re doing alright.

-Brendan and May end up visiting Archie and Maxie a lot! That’s their cool gay uncles now.

-Somewhere along the way, as time passes, they actually end up legitimising the marriage documents they faked at the very start. And they still return to Pasio from time to time to meet up with the friends they made there. :]

Apologies if any of this was messy or unclear! it was a lot to try and condense down into a single post and I did my best, but ykno. if there did appear to be smth missing feel free to shoot me a message or an ask orz also this is my second time writing this post- first time i made the stupid mistake of typing it up in browser. And after over an hour of typing this all up…. tumblr refreshed for no reason, and deleted all of it. so writing this all a second time has been even harder then the first. ;; it hurt so bad.

Also, I do have a lot of thoughts n ideas abt the actual relationships they end up having w other characters on the island, but I’m saving that for another post! With the premise of Pasio there’s just so much potential to stuff all these diff characters from diff games into a place togehter and i want to make the most of that- so its prolly gonna b another long post lmao. i wont make this one even longer then it already is, so diff post it is

just know that they did in fact once see Giovanni on the island, and they almost ended up throwing hands.

(bonus; the link to the page where I keep all my oras HC posts and comics sorted)

[wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse]

Always There (Faramir x Gender Neutral!reader)

Request: I'd like to send a Faramir request! And I thought maybe just some fluff, confessing their love to each other? ~ @midearthwritings

Word count: 2249 (sorry I got carried away, it was fun lol)

Warnings: The teensiest bit of angst, fluff, and kissing?

A/N Alright, I thoroughly enjoyed making this one, I always love me some Faramir! Just for reference, I have not gotten to Return of the King yet, I have only watched the movie, so if something seems to be incorrect, my deepest apologies. And yes, I bent the story to match my thoughts. It’s fine. Thank you so much to @guardianofrivendell for helping me with some scenes! Also, a Quisby is a lazy-ass and a yaldson is the son of a prostitute. I looked up medieval insults and thought they were pretty funny. May or may not be using them on my friends...

Denethor was a quisby, a yaldson. You clenched your jaw, seething with anger. You couldn’t say much, for fear of upsetting the king, no, the Steward. But he was sending his only son left to battle. A battle that he could not win. No one would survive. Wasteful. And he sent the love of your life.

Faramir had always been special to you. When you were younger you were closer with Boromir, but as you all grew up, fitting the molds made for you, things changed. Boromir was always learning policy and diplomacy as his father’s right hand. Faramir was left behind with the lesser jobs, that most would consider unpleasant for someone used to a grandeur life. You bonded quickly, soon knowing even the most minuscule details about each other. And all was well. Until Osgiliath was taken again. With Boromir’s success came more criticism of Faramir. This also led to Boromir sent to a secret council regarding a weapon that could change the war. But Boromir never returned from the mission. He never made it back home. To Faramir and you. 

Denethor took the news horribly, but nothing compared to Faramir. He was distraught, hiding the most of his pain. He only confided in you, how lost and unappreciated he felt. He didn’t understand how those words also hurt you, carving deeper into the fresh wound of grief. He didn’t realize how much you appreciated him, how blind he was to your love. It was all you could do to not unravel then and there, piece by piece. But you held strong, for his sake. He had no one left but you. His father did not care for him. His brother who showered him with affection and praise was gone. It was just you two. 

And now he was gone, sent on a death mission, little chance of making it back. You found yourself in your room, not remembering how you got there. Tears were streaming down your face, slowing down to your chin. You went onto the balcony, luckily one that did not face the battle. It would be unbearable to see it. You curled up, your back pressed against the cool stone. You wished you had told him. Told him how you had felt. You relished the memories you shared with him. Even though he only saw you as a friend, no more. The day passed quickly, but you stayed where you were, hidden. And then, a horn sounded. They were back. At least whoever was left. But there were worse things heading towards the gates. Gondor was under attack.

You rushed to the gates, your thoughts clouded with panic. Only one thought was constant. Where was Faramir? You reached the guards at the front. 

“What happened? Who made it back?” You said hurriedly, seeing no signs of injury in the guards nearby. 

“Only the Captain of Gondor made it back ma’am, he was injured horribly. Taken back to the citadel is what I heard. Hardly going to last the night.” The guard looked at you, concerned. “Are you the one Faramir talked about? I was by his side all through Osgiliath. Pardon me if I’m mistaken, but you like precisely like what he described.”

You bowed your head, cheeks a hint darker than normal. It didn’t matter, he only talked about you as a friend. And besides, he was horribly injured. This should be the last thing on your mind. “Aye, that would be me. But excuse me, I must be on my way. I need to find him.” 

You turned from the slightly bemused guard and walked as quickly as you could without causing alarm. Although at this point, everybody had to have known about Faramir. Everyone except you. You turned a corner, quite distracted, and slammed into someone. 

“Oh, I am terribly sorry I- what on Middle Earth?” You stuttered. A child looked up at you, no, not a child, but he was small enough to be a child. Not a dwarf though. Something completely different. 

“Oh hello there! I’m guessing you have never seen a hobbit before! My name is Pippin, and don’t worry about accidentally running into me, it happens a lot. You look very in distress. What is wrong? Also, I am looking for a friend, so if you happen to see him please let me know.” The hobbit, Pippin babbled. You were a bit overwhelmed from everything you were going through but luckily found the patience to deal with this energetic hobbit. 

“Oh, I am looking for a friend as well, his name is Faramir if you manage to find him. And don’t worry little one, I am just worried for his sake.” You responded back quickly, hoping to move on your way. 

Unfortunately for you, the hobbit had different plans. “Oh yes, I am also looking for Faramir, as well as Gandalf. I saw him being led away, and I heard a mutter about the Steward going insane. I am trying to find him to help. But the trouble is brewing, and the fighting will start soon. I am worried, very worried.” Pippin babbled on as you searched the streets for this Gandalf. 

After a little while, he finally saw who he was looking for. He explained quickly what was going on and why he needed to check on Faramir. 

“Faramir is alive but Denethor wants to burn him. He thinks he's dead. ” Pippin spoke hurriedly, already rushing Gandalf along. 

You gasped. “You did not tell me that Denethor was trying to burn him! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Pippin looked confused. “I didn’t tell you? I could have sworn I did.”

You shook your head, your heart racing even faster than it had been before. To make things even worse, you could hear the sounds of battle. The city had finally been breached. Luckily you were far up enough that the orcs hadn’t reached you...yet. Gandalf was farther ahead of you, and you quickened your strides to match his. He turned and looked at you, his eyes piercing yours. You had the strangest feeling that your mind was being invaded. 

“Patience child. We will stop that lunatic before anything happens. He will be alright.” He turned away again as if he hadn’t said a word. You gaped, it was as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. He seemed familiar, but you didn’t know why. But alas, it did not matter at this moment, and you refocused your mind back on who you were trying to save. Faramir. 

As you hurried along, you tried your hardest to remember. His smile. The dimples on his cheeks. How much fun you two had together. Running through the markets when you were younger, causing trouble, but laughing all the way. How he would be publicly humiliated by his father. How you would be there for him, comfort him, make him happier. The hidden smiles in the throne room, the silent laughter, and inside jokes.

You were quickly brought back to the present as some stone shattered right behind you, showering big chunks of rock. You ducked quickly and grabbed the hobbit, making him run faster. You had to get out of there. Gandalf showed you two through a small alley, and all too soon you had arrived at the top. But Faramir and Denethor were nowhere to be seen. Somehow, Gandalf knew exactly where they were, and took you to a smaller room, that was barricaded. He slammed open the doors as if it were nothing, and you ran right into a horrifying scene. 

Denethor was standing on top of a pile of wood, and Faramir lay at his feet, both drenched in oil. Some soldiers had torches in their hands, and some looked hesitant. Everything drained away, all sound was muffled. All you could see was Faramir, and it was as if he knew you there. He rustled slightly and looked straight at you. His lips moved wordlessly, and you couldn’t move, an invisible force stopping you. 

A scream and then fire engulfed the wood, Faramir was taken from your view. Your feet finally decided to start moving, and both you and Pippin ran towards the pyre, grabbing Faramir before the flames could engulf him. Another screech and then you realized that Denethor had been taken by the flames. He ran off to who knows where, and the guards left quickly, helping to aid in the battle. 

It was soon just you, Faramir, Pippin, and Gandalf. Faramir’s eyes were closed, but his heart was still beating. You cradled his head in your lap, softly brushing his hair out of his face. 

“Gandalf, will he be alright?” You asked tentatively, not daring to even look away from Faramir. 

Gandalf sighed. “With time he will heal. But whether he will heal from the pain in his heart is unclear to me. He has been through far too much, as most have in such times, and for your sake, I hope he perseveres.”

You and Gandalf helped Faramir up, who at this point was able to open his eyes slightly. You both brought him to his room, as the medical wing was a greater distance. Pippin trailed behind like a lost puppy. The poor hobbit had probably never seen such violence in his life. You laid him in his bed, and Gandalf bid a quick goodbye, herding Pippin out. 

It was just you and Faramir. You knelt at his bedside and grasped his hand, waiting, hoping, for anything. More memories ran through your mind. He taught you how to use a sword, to protect yourself if need be. And then on your birthday, he had gotten you a sword of your own, beautifully crafted, and balanced perfectly. It was quite a gift to receive, and you protested, but to no avail. It was in your room, hidden so that no one could take it. You remembered how your hands tingled when he gave it to you, just the slightest brush of fingers. But you were young and naive. 

He stirred, and his eyes opened, looking at the ceiling. Then he tilted his head towards you and looked down at your intertwined hands. You stopped breathing for a second, nervous that you might have overstepped your bounds. 

“I am still alive. What happened with my father? I remember the smell of smoke.” Faramir’s voice was raspy still, and quiet.

You looked away, trying to figure out what to tell him. You were the bearer of bad news this time it seemed. “Your father thought you dead and was going to have you burned. I showed up with Gandalf and Pippin only moments before it was to happen. ”

He groaned and turned away. But he held on tighter to your hand, as if you were his lifeline, the one last thing keeping him there with you. “Faramir,” you said hesitantly, “I-I was so afraid of losing you. I never want to lose you again. I-” You broke off, too afraid to say what was on your mind. He was looking right at you, the ghost of a smile on his face. “Continue, please,” he said. He reached his other hand across his body, softly grazing your arm. 

You smiled slightly, taking in a shaky breath. “I love you Faramir. And I have for a long time. I am not creative enough to give a whole speech about my love for you, but my love for you is worthy of a speech if needed.”

Faramir smiled, the brightest you had ever seen it. “I love you too my dear, more than anything, and I am so sorry I never said anything before. Please forgive me.”

Then he slowly reached his hand up to your face, and you leaned towards him. But you went a bit too fast, and accidentally slammed your nose onto his, causing you both to cry out in pain. You felt like you were going to cry, you ruined the special moment. But then he smiled and started laughing so hard. You were so embarrassed, but you also started chuckling. 

In between breaths, Faramir choked out, “Clearly, neither of us have done this.”

You nodded, keeping back a grin.

He cracked a smile, trying to hold in his laughter. But then he sobered up. “Well, I think we should try that again. Help me sit up?”

You felt even more butterflies in your stomach as you propped up a pillow for him and helped him up. You leaned back to make sure he was comfortable, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. You laughed again, and he smiled. He traced a finger up your arm and all the way up to the back of your neck. He leaned in first, making an emphasis on how slow he was moving, but you were too nervous to laugh. Softly, he pressed his lips against yours. You barely moved, not daring to. But you slowly melted as he moved his other hand to the small of your back. You moved your hands, knotting them in his hair, pulling you even closer together. His lips molded against yours, slightly chapped, making you shiver. Ever so slowly, he began to pull away, much to your dismay. But he still held you in arms. 

Slowly, you whispered, “We should have done that sooner.” 

Faramir nodded and pulled you closer. “Thank you,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

[miyagihawk]

Could you maybe write one where Robby or Hawk asks y/n to prom? You don’t have to if you don’t have the time <3

thank you so much for requesting !! this will be my first robby one yayyyy

promposal | robby keene x reader

warnings: fluff, maybe swearing?, also quite cheesy but i love cheesy

summary: prom season is arriving, and you don’t have a date. but you’re kind of hoping a certain someone will ask you.

word count: 1,516

(this one’s set around season 2 and y/n is in miyagi do with sam, robby, and demetri)

“Ugh, prom. Just another excuse for horny teenagers to publicly grind on each other and dress up all nice for it,” Demetri scoffs as you two pass a promposal on the way to Bio class.

You roll your eyes at him. “You’re always such a pessimist. I think prom is cute,” you argue.

“Of course you think it’s cute, you’re a girl. Girls like dressing up and all that romantic shit. So you’re going?” he asks.

You shrug. “I don’t know, I mean no one’s asked me but maybe I’ll just go with Sam or something. I take it you’re not going?”

“Oh I’m going. I hate it, but it’s still part of the high school experience,” the black haired boy wiggles his fingers at you and you laugh. “What about Robby?”

Your heart flutters at the mention of his name.

You’ve had a crush on Robby ever since you met him when you joined Miyagi Do. His kind eyes and dedication to karate made you fall for him fast. With practice at the dojo everyday, he’s become one of your best friends, along with Sam and Demetri. But you’ve hidden your feelings for him because you’re sure he doesn’t feel the same.

“Um... what about Robby?” you question nervously, wondering if your feelings have been obvious.

“Oh come on, he’s obviously going to ask you to go with him,” Demetri muses, and you two walk into your class.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shake your head, setting your books down on your desk.

Robby has never said anything about prom. He doesn’t even look like the type of guy to go. But you feel yourself hoping that what Demetri is saying is true.

“Oh Y/N, Y/N. Always so oblivious,” he taps your head before going to his own desk and ending the conversation.

Demetri is probably messing with you, but the whole period you zone out, thinking about what prom with Robby would be like.

-

Karate training was cancelled for some reason, so you took the extra time to catch up on your schoolwork at home.

Suddenly, the sound of your ringtone pierces the air, making you jump at the sudden break in silence.

You read the caller ID and it’s Sam. She never really calls you, so you begin to worry that something is wrong.

“Hello?” you answer.

“Y/N! Oh my god, something’s wrong! You need to come to the dojo, like right now!” Sam exclaims, making your chest pound with anxiety.

“Wait what, Sam! What happened?” you frantically sputter. Thousands of scenarios flood your mind all at once. Is there a fire? Did the dojo get trashed again? Is someone dying?

You hear shuffling and whispers on the other side of the phone before Sam blurts, “Just come Y/N! Hurry!”

In a panicked manner, you rush around your room to put on your shoes and get your car keys. Regularly a 15 minute drive, it takes you 5 minutes to get to the dojo. You got a few honks and middle fingers as you stepped heavy on the gas, but the urgency of Sam’s voice made you not care.

You slam your car door shut and run around the front to the backgate. But before you could open it, something covers your eyes and all you could see is black.

You realize that they’re hands from someone behind you and in your frenzied state, your first instinct is to elbow the person’s chest.

After the hit, your eyes are released and you hear a groan from behind you. You turn around in fear to see who you were expecting to be a murderer. But it was Robby Keene on the ground with a pained look on his face.

“Oh my god, Robby what the fuck are you doing? I’m so sorry,” you rush over to where he lays on the floor. He clutches his chest where you hit him and you place your hands over his in worry.

“I was trying to be romantic,” he chuckles, sitting up to face you. He was grinning, even though you just sucker punched him with the sharpest bone in your body.

“W-What? I thought you were a serial killer! What happened, where’s Sam? Is she okay?” you stammer, not even noticing what Robby just said.

“Nothing happened Y/N, calm down. We just needed you to come here,” he rests his hand on your shoulder to calm your panicked breathing, and your cheeks tint pink at his touch.

“I- So- Nothing happened? Why am I here?” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. There’s just so many things happening at once and you were kind of expecting a disaster.

Robby stands up and reaches his hand out to where you’re kneeling on the concrete. You take it in yours and feel yourself calm down from the chaos of the last 15 minutes.

“Can I cover your eyes now that you know it’s me?” he laughs, and you nod in confusion.

His fingers place over your eyes once again, blocking all of your vision as he leads you to walk to the backyard. You stumble a few times, but he finally stops your walking once you guys have reached a certain spot.

“Ready?” his voice says close to your ear, making you shiver from his unexpected proximity. He counts down from 3 to 1 before pulling his hands away and freeing your eyes.

You blink a few times to adjust to the brightness of the scene, then you see the beauty in front of you.

Fairy lights are strung around the big tree, lit up just in time for the setting of the sun. The pond holds floating candles that drift delicately around the water and a picnic blanket with food lays on the grass next to it.

The dojo looks nothing like where you guys sweat and train and sometimes bleed. It looks like a fairytale, and your mouth is slightly open at the realization that it’s all for you.

“Robby, what is-” you turn around to where he’s still standing behind you.

You almost want to cry at the view of him holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. His signature side smile widens at the little gasp you let out when you see him.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you go to prom with me?”

No way. There’s no way Demetri was right. You stand there frozen at his question, not believing that it’s real. The boy of your dreams, asking you to prom. The boy of your dreams setting all of this up for you.

“Y/N?” his voice snaps you out of your trance, and your confused expression turns into a huge smile.

“Of course. Yes!” you beam, catching him by surprise when you jump into his arms to embrace him. He laughs into your shoulder as you squeeze him tight in appreciation.

-

“I love it all, thank you Robby. You really do know how to make a girl feel special,” you say in between bites of chocolate covered strawberries.

“Well you are special,” he smiles, admiring how cute you look with your cheeks filled with fruit.

“I’m so killing Sam by the way. I really thought I would come here and see a dead body!”

“I’m sorry, it was my idea. Kill me instead,” he chuckles at the recent memory of your worried frenzy.

“I will. But after prom,” you joke and pop another strawberry into your mouth.

After some cute banter and more yummy food that Robby made, you two lay down on the blanket to try and see the stars. The smog of the Valley doesn’t give much of a view, but if you look hard enough it’s there.

The conversation has faded out, and you’re deep in thought. Does this mean he likes you? Are you guys together now? Asking you to prom doesn’t necessarily mean anything.

The question leaves your mouth before you can stop it.

“So... is this a friends going to prom together kind of thing? Or is it a couple going to prom together kind of thing?” you blurt, interrupting the pondering silence between you two.

Yours and his eyes stay stuck on the night sky. He thinks for a moment and you play with your fingers in anticipation.

“It’s up to you... but I like you Y/N. A lot,” he admits, setting fireworks off in your stomach.

All this time, you’ve both had feelings for each other. But you’ve danced around it like it’s a fire pit that can’t be touched. You almost want to laugh in disbelief, because you were so sure that you would keep your heart locked and live forever with longing stares. You thought you would be stuck watching him with someone else because you’d never have the guts to actually say what you feel. But you’re wrong.

Robby’s head is turned towards you now, and you take your eyes off of the stars to look at him. He looks nervous, waiting for your response to his confession.

Instead of talking, you reply with a long awaited kiss.

[sunriseseance]

please,,, even if you dont answer this publicly i wanna know your In Depth Thoughts on fanon klaus and the issues w him bc i also have issues w fanon klaus but i cant put it in words

This got SO LONG, so I hope you meant it when you said you wanted in depth! Holy shit I sorta lost my mind on this.

In my early days as a bear-poker in this fandom, I described fanon!Klaus as that person who gets resurrected in a horror movie and comes back different. As an audience member, I can tell he's wrong, but nobody interacting with him directly seems to know this. I've also talked a little bit about Klaus and intelligence before, which plays into any discussion about fanon!Klaus, but I'll be more specific here. Before I get started, I wanna say that fandom is a fun space and I don't think anyone is *bad* for creating/enjoying fanon!Klaus, especially not for the third reason I lay out. I just think he's awful, and has some harmful roots that I doubt the people writing him even know about on a conscious level.

Okay, let's get into this. Because I'm me and Wittgenstein's early work that he later disagreed with has changed my entire way of interacting with the world, I'm gonna define my terms. Let's talk about what fanon!Klaus is LIKE before we talk about why I REALLY DON'T LIKE HIM. Fanon!Klaus is a happy, stupid, sweet, childish, bubbly, luminous free spirit. He wears bubblegum pink skirts and he cries when Diego eats his cookies. He doesn't know what numbers are, he can't count, he can't walk and chew gum, he thinks that Africa is a country, he forgets that homophobia exists, he doesn't know that drugs are bad for him, the list goes on (These are all real examples. Can you tell what part of fanon annoys me the most?). He cries at the drop of a hat, and doesn't understand his place in the family. He'd move heaven and earth to help the people around him, and he'd never be mean to anyone but Luther (and even then just barely) He constantly needs attention, supervision, etc. He makes jokes about modern memes and listens exclusively to pop music. He's really damaged but it's only because nobody Took Care Of Him and he needs someone to Rescue Him.

Canon Klaus is mean, and quick, and sharp, and miserable, and hiding, and funny because you're laughing WITH him, and an old soul, and a goth, and chronically apathetic, and selfish, and so fucking smart, and acutely aware of just how much he matters to other people. He makes rape jokes, he figures out how to get info on the eye while high out of his mind, he speaks like 10 languages, he listens to Nina Simone, he uses people's inherent fear of the dead to buy himself time, he finds the perfect story within the dead to cause a rift, he tells Luther TO HIS FACE that he doesn't care if the world ends. Klaus is a fascinating study in queer trauma, and robbing him of these traits is a complete disservice to yourself AND the character.

I say this often about fanon!Klaus, but WHO IS THIS??? Like…. Okay, if I gave you this list and you didn't know it was about Klaus, would you think it was? I think he's literally unrecognizable. He's not any of the things I know or love about Klaus. He's nobody to me, except a nuisance wearing the same skin suit and clogging the tags. He is also, weirdly, the most popular character in the entire fandom. I wanna think about why, and I have 3 theories that I think can all be true separately or simultaneously instance to instance.

First, fanon!Klaus exists because of internalized homophobia, classism, and anti-addict rhetoric. I think that on some level people don't believe addicts, feminine queer men, or homeless people are capable of intelligence. I think people see Klaus's canonical positive traits and they sort of throw them out the window because they don't make sense with their world view. A queer addict is a helpless tragedy, and he's someone that needs rescuing by Kind Strong Dave. A queer addict can't be smart, because then he wouldn't be an addict. A queer addict can't be wily, or interesting, because then he wouldn't be an addict. Fandom sees a feminine queer mlm and knows he should be in a sparkly bubblegum pink skirt, and saying "dahling" or "wig" or whatever else all the time. They know he should be bashful and submissive and always falling into the arms of Kind Strong Dave who protects him from Evil. They also know he should really, really like Britney Spears, and not give a shit about Nina Simone.

Second, fanon!Klaus exists because people want to excuse negative behavior in their favorite characters. Klaus is selfish and mean and apathetic. He just is. These are flaws that haunt him, and define a lot of his interactions. These are, also, pretty tough flaws to excuse (which… Hey…. I have a solution for that). I think that fanon Klaus, who just doesn't GET that he's being mean, and is too stupid not to become an addict (I don't think addiction is a flaw, but I do think that addiction plays into this), and is too out of touch and childish to understand that he shouldn't just fucking leave, comes from a place of wanting Klaus to be a good person who does good things. I'm sorry, but he isn't. Not always. I think the impulse to make him constantly sweet and constantly stupid comes from wanting Klaus's actions to be fundamentally excusable. He can't help it! He's just too much of a useless twink to know that it's bad to lie! (also, side note, fanon!Ben comes from this side of fanon!Klaus. In canon, Klaus is self destructing on purpose and Ben's presence helps…. Maybe, possibly, twice. In fanon, Klaus is just stupid and he needs a babysitter and that is Ben, the motiveless, endlessly loving but Exhausted braincell holder. This is fucked up on many levels. Ben is an asshole, and we all need to get used to that idea quick).

The third and final reason is that fanon!Klaus is… More fun, in the traditional sense of the word. Fanon!Klaus seems like he comes from a very emotional romcom or sitcom or something. He's like a barbie. He's fun to play dress-up with. He's fun to make incorrect quotes about. He's fun to write about, especially when it's about his siblings herding him or coddling him. Good ol' useless, loveable Klaus. I think this is partially because Klaus is a pretty fucking heavy character. He's a traumatized homeless queer drug addict, and that's sort of hard to make jokey fandom content about. Not impossible, I don't think, but not easy. This isn't to say that angsty fandom content isn't guilty of fanon!Klaus, though. It absolutely is. Often when Klaus willingly shares his feelings, or cries in front of someone, or asks for help for something more intense than tying him to a chair, it's fanon!Klaus. Hell, any time he GETS rescued it's teetering into that territory. He's still completely devoid of all of the grit and intrigue of canon, but he's fun to write about, and fun to project onto, and fun to rescue. He's also EASIER to write. People know that Klaus is a funny character, they know they laugh when he's on screen, but it is WAY harder to write a character you're laughing with than it is to write a character you're laughing at. It's WAY easier to write a character who moves your angst plot on by asking for help, or necessitating rescuing, than it is to work out how these things would happen without initiation. I get it, and in spite of the length of this, I don't think it's the end of the world.

I guess as I close this out, I would remind everyone that Klaus is smart, and mean, and over 30 years old. He's not a babe in the woods, or a damsel in distress, or a useless silly junkie twink. I promise that the real Klaus is worth the time and effort it takes to engage with him.