#im so obsessed with him i need an intervention

[aphroditaeon]

(putting levis creepy glare on my banner to motivate myself) (hes gonna get me if i dont finish my work) (a great miscalculation now i want him to come and get me)

[mercillery]

can you please write a series of headcanons for yandere Zenon falling for a nun female reader who is a friend of sister Lily and father Orsi?

btw i really love your writing 💕❤️

WARNINGS: FEMALE READER + RELIGIOUS TOPICS + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: IM ALIVE GUYS I SWEAR IM ALIVE. ALSO, I DID THIS ON A WHIM SO IT MIGHT NOT BE THE BEST. SORRY AND THANK YOU.

Oh, you poor, unsuspecting soul.

You're about to hop on a roller coaster so wild and unpredictable that even the most hardcore adrenaline junkies would pause and reconsider their life choices before strapping in. Seriously, who could have predicted that someone as cold and ruthless as Zenon—yes, Zenon, the guy whose hobbies probably include brooding and looking dramatically into the distance—would ever let thoughts of anything other than his missions and duties creep into his mind?

And not just anyone, mind you, but a nun? The irony is ironing. Zenon falling for someone devoted to peace and virtue? It’s like discovering the Grim Reaper secretly volunteers at a kitten shelter on weekends. But hey, life has a funny way of throwing curveballs when you least expect them, and Zenon catching feelings might just be the curveball of the century.

Zenon's interest in you doesn't start as love—oh no, that would be too simple, too human. Instead, it begins as a fixation, a curiosity he can’t quite shake. You see, he’s drawn to your purity, your unwavering faith, and that infuriating devotion to something greater than yourself. For someone like Zenon, whose life is steeped in shadows and bloodshed, these qualities are both intriguing and utterly alien. It’s like he’s found a rare, delicate flower growing in the middle of a battlefield—something that shouldn’t exist, and yet, here it is, flourishing despite the chaos.

Your kindness and warmth are stark contrasts to the cold, brutal world Zenon knows so well. To him, you're almost like a living embodiment of everything he's not—and, frankly, everything he’s never wanted to be. Zenon is perfectly content with his dark, brooding existence; thank you very much. The idea of being anything else? Laughable. But still, there’s something about your devoted nature that tugs at him in ways he doesn't fully understand.

It’s not love—at least not yet—but there’s definitely something there, something that keeps him coming back, if only to try and figure out why someone like you exists in a world like his.

Zenon doesn’t harbor any outward disgust toward religion—he’s not the type to waste energy on something as trivial as disdain. Instead, religion just makes him tilt his head slightly, those dark, intimidating eyes narrowing as if he's trying to solve a puzzle he doesn’t really care about. He’s genuinely baffled by how someone could be so dedicated, so selfless, so utterly consumed by their devotion to something intangible. How could anyone willingly bind themselves to something as abstract as faith?

If we're being completely honest here, Zenon probably finds the whole concept of religion utterly useless. In his mind, power is the only currency that matters, and in the face of overwhelming strength, everything else—including religion—seems trivial at best. He sees religion as something that would only hold a person back, a crutch that prevents them from grasping real power. After all, why rely on divine intervention when you can take matters into your own hands?

But does he care if someone else wants to cling to their faith? Not really. Zenon’s not interested in converting anyone to his worldview; he’s too focused on his own goals for that. If people want to hold themselves back with their religious beliefs, that’s their problem, not his. He just shrugs it off, filing it away as another incomprehensible quirk of humanity that he doesn’t need to understand and thinks it just holds everyone back.

But anyway—over time, this curiosity of his starts to twist and morph into something far more dangerous—an obsession. As this obsession deepens, Zenon begins to rationalize the strange feelings he's grappling with, trying to make sense of them in a way that aligns with his dark worldview. He starts to see your innocence as something fragile, something that needs to be protected—by him and only him.

Of course, Zenon’s idea of protection isn’t exactly comforting. It's dark, suffocating, and possessive. In his mind, the only way to keep you truly safe is to isolate you from the world, to lock you away where no one else can reach you or taint your purity. This twisted logic extends to everyone around you, even those closest to you, like Sister Lily and Father Orsi.

Sure, even if they’re like your family, even if you dearly love them with every fiber of your being, and even if Zenon knows all of this—he still sees them as obstacles. And let’s be real; that’s not exactly surprising. To him, they’re not threats, just hurdles he needs to clear before claiming his prize: you. I’m not saying he’d immediately jump to murder, but it’s definitely crossed his mind. Whether he goes that far depends entirely on how much resistance they put up.

Zenon isn’t one for subtlety or long-winded schemes. He’s not going to waste time orchestrating elaborate events to make it seem like Sister Lily or Father Orsi are in danger or untrustworthy—that’s just too much work for something he could easily solve by just killing them. He’s got power, and he’s more than willing to use it to carve a quicker, more direct path to you. If they become too much of a nuisance, well, let’s just say Zenon’s not above using lethal force to clear the way. Sorry, but in his mind, it’s a simple equation: they’re in his way, and he’s not one to let anything stand between him and what he wants. Of course, if by some miracle Sister Lily and Father Orsi step aside and let him through—though let’s be real, that’s about as likely as Zenon deciding to take up knitting—they might just live to see another day.

That being said, once Zenon realizes that he’s not just obsessed with you and that his feelings run far deeper than mere fixation, well, say goodbye to your freedom. Forever.

Zenon’s first move would be to isolate you completely, cutting you off from everyone and everything you’ve ever known. He wouldn’t hesitate to threaten the lives of those around you if it meant coercing you into submission. It’s just a necessary step to secure your loyalty and your obedience. He’d present himself as your only protector, the one person who can truly keep you safe in a world filled with chaos, danger, and evil—a world that’s constantly trying to kill that innocence you have. To Zenon, this isn’t just a twisted power play; it’s an act of love. He genuinely believes that by keeping you close, by holding you tight in his suffocating grip, he’s shielding you from the darkness that he knows all too well.

And yes, Zenon is the very embodiment of that darkness, the very thing he’s supposedly protecting you from, but in his mind, that’s just more reason for you to stay with him. You’re precious, sacred even, and he can’t bear the thought of losing you—especially after what happened with Allen. Oh how much you remind him of that sunshine boy, that bright light that was snuffed out too soon. He doesn’t want to experience that pain again, that devastating loss. So he convinces himself that this is the only way, that by keeping you close, he’s protecting both you and himself from a repeat of the past.

But while Zenon is dead set on “protecting” your purity as a nun, he's also not above trying to chip away at the very core of what makes you who you are. He takes a strange satisfaction in subtly undermining your faith, poking holes in the foundations of your beliefs whenever he gets the chance. He'll challenge your views on life, death, and the morality of your God, all while weaving in his own twisted philosophy, as if trying to make you see the world through his cold, unforgiving eyes.

As much as he’s intrigued by your devotion, it also kinda grates on him. How can someone be so unwavering in the face of a world as dark and merciless as this one? He might be your self-appointed protector, but there’s a part of him that wants to see you stumble—a lot, actually. Zenon’s not satisfied with just keeping you safe; he wants to break your spirit and mold you into someone who sees the world the way he does. He’s not just after your obedience—he wants your mind, your very soul, to align with his own warped perspective.

In fact, at some point, Zenon would likely want you to abandon your faith altogether. He’d see it as a weakness, something that blinds you to the harsh realities he believes in. In his mind, your faith and ideals are naïve, a set of fragile beliefs that will only lead to your destruction if left unchecked. He sees his efforts to sway you as an act of mercy, a twisted form of salvation. To him, if you could just shed those old beliefs and embrace his darker, more “realistic” worldview, you’d be stronger for it—stronger and safer, as far as he’s concerned.

So while Zenon might claim to be protecting your purity, the truth is much more sinister. He wants to strip away everything that makes you who you are, to rebuild you in his own image, and in doing so, bind you to him in a way that goes far beyond physical control. To him, that’s the ultimate act of protection: not just guarding your body, but reshaping your very soul.

Moreover, Zenon’s icy logic and emotional detachment would make it utterly futile to try and reason with him—even if you’re usually a master at persuading others. With him, all your skills in negotiation and reasoning would hit an unyielding wall. Zenon isn't the kind of man who can be swayed by emotional appeals or logical arguments. His mind is set, and once he’s decided on something, there’s no changing it. If you ever attempted to escape or reach out for help, you’d quickly learn just how unforgiving he can be. Any act of defiance would be met with swift and brutal consequences, the kind that would make you think twice about ever trying it again.

Zenon doesn’t see you as an individual with your own thoughts, feelings, and agency. To him, you’re a precious, pure possession—something to be guarded, controlled, and kept away from the world. He might speak of love, but his version of it is suffocating, possessive, and devoid of the genuine respect and care that real love requires. Instead of being cherished as a person, you’re reduced to an object of obsession, someone whose freedom and autonomy are sacrificed on the altar of his twisted affections.

In Zenon’s mind, the endgame is crystal clear. He’s convinced that by breaking your will and dismantling the person you once were, he can rebuild you into something that aligns with his dark, twisted worldview. If you were to ever fully submit to his control, he’d see it as a victory—a validation of his power and a confirmation that his way is the only way. But here’s the thing: that victory wouldn’t bring Zenon any real peace or happiness. Despite his relentless pursuit, Zenon is a man consumed by darkness, and even if he managed to break you, he’d likely find himself staring into an abyss of his own making.

The purity and innocence that first drew Zenon to you would be gone, stripped away by his relentless need to control and reshape you. In their place would be something hollow and broken—a reflection of Zenon himself. He might have you under his thumb, but the person he was so fascinated by, the light that caught his attention, would be extinguished. And what then? Zenon is too far gone to appreciate what he’s lost, but on some level, he would likely feel the emptiness of his so-called victory.

Overall, Zenon’s pursuit of you is more than just a desire to possess; it’s a reflection of his own inner turmoil. He’s a man who, in trying to hold onto something pure, only succeeds in dragging both you and himself further into the darkness. The very thing that made you special to him—your purity—becomes a casualty of his obsession. And in trying to mold you into something that mirrors his own brokenness, Zenon only deepens his descent into the void, leaving behind nothing but the remnants of what once was and what could never be again.

[vitamin-cunt]

hiii im a new follower and can i request a dabi x fem!domme!reader

format is full fic but if you want can you also add some headcanons at the end

kinks to add

•sadisim (reader

•masochism (dabi)

•dumbification

•frotteurism (ok idk if you make your fics automatically match with your blog theme [hospital for horny mfs like me] but can you make it so that dabi is a paitient of a hospital for sub people and reader is his most favorite doctor so theres alot of intimacy)

•master and pet themes (reader makes dabi wear a collar, very very short maid dress with frilly black lingerie, cat ears and a cat tail butt plug)

and can you make it so that the reader has a genital type quirk were reader can give people the genitals of the opposite gender and do it to herself without removing their original genital (ex. reader gives dabi a vagina and clit while still having a dick)

A/N: anon I'm in love with you. I'm on one knee rn, you have no idea (Tired asf gonna go proofread this in the morning)

CW: As stated in the ask above, GN! Pronouns, cock mentioned (can be interpreted as a strap tho), Dabi has a pussy at some point (idc, idc there's the door), fingering said pussy

Making a broken man of Dabi

What the fuck was he doing here?

Like, seriously, why the fuck was he here???

It was a strange situation, really. A hospital for incredibly lewd individuals to seek treatment-

And he of all people was here?

He didn't have lewd desires, just-

Well, fuck, he couldn't have normal sex but that didn't require an intervention or whatever this was.

He ran his tongue over his teeth as he rolled over in his hospital bed. Even the uniform was weird-

He was in a maid outfit. A black, short-ass maid dress.

"Awww, look at him blush~ Let me have him, I think we're gonna like each other."

His face burned furiosuly at the memory. When he was first admitted, he'd been uncooperative with pretty much everyone. The "doctors,"(if that's what you could even call them), the nurses, even other patients, because he wasn't like them, dammit!

He wasn't some sex-obsessed lunatic that fucked any hole in sight, he just-

He liked certain things. A lot more than most people did, but that was fine. At least he thought it was fine.

He'd scared off all but one of the staff.

You.

He couldn't make you disappear and, for whatever reason, he'd come to appreciate your presence.

You treated him more human than anyone did in this God-forsaken hell-hole. You checked on him, catered to his needs, listened to his moans and groans about this place...

He swallowed down the excitement as he realized you would be coming in today.

The one thing that set you apart from the staff was that you knew what buttons to press with him.

"I think this thong will look so cute on you~"

"You did such a good job touching yourself for me!"

"Be a good boy and lift your ass up just a little higher for me."

It was like you could read his mind.

Yeah, that was Dabi's "problem." He liked being a toy.

Your toy.

He'd always known he had a thing for being treated like shit, but he tried to keep it on the down-low.

Too bad Daddy dearest found out.

A knock came at his door, and before he could even sit up, you were entering the room, an oddly wide grin on your face.

"How's my favorite patient?"

He narrows his eyes and rolls over in his bed to face you and the door. In your hands was a duffel bag of god knows what. "You're only this happy when you have shit to try on me," he says, eyeing the bag and trying to guess what was making those bulges from every angle in it.

You laugh and ignore him despite his bite of a response. "God, Dabi, what did I tell you about keeping these blinds open?" You walk over to his window blinds and sharply close them shut, leaving the room in the eerie purple glow of the lights above. "How are you going to masturbate with any privacy in this place?"

"What, you want me in the dark all the fucking time?" He hoists himself up on one elbow and follows you as you unpack your supplies. "Yeah, the one thing that gets me hard is a dank-ass hospital room."

"Mmm, just that? Not your favorite doctor?" You fake a pout, hand halfway in the duffel. "Even after I stretched that ass last night? Even after I played with those tits?"

He throws his head back, outwardly in exasperation and inwardly with a humming arousal in his chest. Even his low sigh could be confused for an excited groan.

And one wouldn't be wrong in thinking that.

"Why do you always..." he covers his hot face, trying to put into words what he wanted to say without sounding absolutely pathetic.

But, how could one get any more pathetic laying in a maid outfit in a rehabilitation hospital for the most debauched and depraved sex-addicts?

He swallowed and began again. "You're always describing my body like...like...you know I don't have those parts, right?"

After a moment of silence, he peeks between his hand to find you smiling down at the cat ears and cat butt-plug in your hands.

Your favorites.

When you look up, its with a craze in your eyes. And why should he be surprised?

Only the most depraved could work here.

"You're saying it would make more sense to use those words if you had those..."parts?" You tilt your head innocently. Well, as innocently as someone could with a bottle of lube in their hands now accompanying the lewd accessories.

"I guess," he muttered, his hand sliding down to his jaw and muffle his voice.

He was glad you couldn't see his cock twitching to life beneath his skirt. He loved that face. The look in your eyes right before you fuck him dumb.

"Can I show you a trick?" you ask, approaching his bed and laying your "materials" next to him. "You know the position, get in it, baby," you command, before he can answer your first question.

It always takes some time to follow your first order, but he always does it. Even now, with his head buried in his folded arms and his ass in the air, exposing his thong.

"Happy?" he bites, even through the muffle of his pillow.

He hears you donning your gloves and next came the sound of lube squirting from a bottle.

"We'll tell the insurance this was a prostate exam."

A cold finger pushes itself against the entrance of his hole and then inside him, sliding in easily.

He groans in arousal and discomfort. He guessed it wasn't entirely an entirely normal thing to prefer the feeling of surgical gloves to human fingers, but why give this hospital further justification to keep him here?

"Don't rock, baby, I've told you this before."

Right. He was already fucking himself back against your fingers despite only one being inside.

Your other gloved hand rubs his ass, lifting up the skirt to see the skin beneath it.

"You're still a little red from yesterday, so I'm not gonna spank you today."

He simply nods, hypnotized when you slip in a second finger. And then a third, and, fuck, even a fourth.

This couldn't even count as prepping when you were hitting his g-spot so earnestly that you had him moaning into his pillow. But he had, notably, reduced his writhing because, dammit, you made him want to be obedient.

And just like that, you'd slipped your fingers out, leaving him feeling empty.

"Fuck, if you're gonna prep, then fucking prep, don't..." he swallows as he realized he'd crossed a line.

Never back talk.

"I-I just mean...because it's like you're teasing..." he stutters out weak follow-up after weak follow-up, trying to backtrack from his outburst.

But, to his shock, you don't get angry at him. You laugh, in fact. Soon, something metal was pressing against him and after a moment, the metal plug end of the cattail slips inside him and slotted itself perfectly as he'd grown accustomed to.

Even then he arches his back and pants.

What were you playing at?

Any other day you would have punished him to senseless tears for the way he talked to you, but now?

He's pulled from his pondering when you adorn him with the cat ears.

"On your back, Kitty," you say, walking away to change your gloves. He obeys, wondering if you were going to come back with a cock ring like you'd had last night.

But, besides the fresh pair of gloves, you'd come back empty-handed.

He was really concerned now, especially as you mounted the bed with a grin that left his thighs trembling and his mind buzzing.

"Fuck's going on?" He growled, testing his luck with his mouthiness.

You don't answer, instead choosing to lean forward and press your lips to his. He'd kissed you before, but this...

Why was he suddenly hot? Like, burning, he...he hadn't activated his quirk, had he?

Suddenly, a buzzing emerged from between his legs. Then, a dampness in his thong. Finally, a sudden wave of inexplicable pleasure.

"Wh-what the fuck!? Why do I- mmmmh, it's not supposed to feel wet down there, what did you- ahhh- what did you do???"

He squirmed beneath you, the hospital bed creaking loudly as it usually did during your encounters. His face burned as a new warmth overtook his loins, one that he'd never felt before.

He rubbed his thighs together, trying to rid himself of the incessant ache, but you place your knees between them before he can really do anything.

"Why're you so freaked out?" You say above him, removing your scrub top. "It's just sex therapy!"

"Bullshit." His eyes scan your bare chest and abdomen, having seen it for the first time ever, really.

You laugh lightly through your nose. "Okay...Just sit still while your master plays with your little pussy, okay?"

"I told you, it's weird when- ah- haaah~ fuck!" His eyes went wide as your fingers slipped past his thong and inside him.

But not his ass.

All he heard was the slick squelch of your fingers penetrating him, and before he knew it, he was arched against his bed, gasping and reaching for the thin, cheap sheets above him.

He couldn't stop the moans, the uncharacteristic whines, the sounds coming from his- his-

"Your pussy's dripping for me, baby~" you laugh.

You gave him a pussy. What was worse was that you gave him a pussy and he liked it.

He could feel you scissoring in his walls, just like you did in his ass but it was different, this wasn't the same, it would never be the same-

He covered his face, you couldn't see him like this. Fine, make him wear the tail and the ears, keep him in the outfit, watch him roll his hips against your hand as you fold your fingers inside him-

But he'd be damned if he let you see the blissed tears running down his burning cheeks.

"Are you gonna cum, already?" You tease, noting his tells. His moans turning to breathless pants and a repeat of soft "uhn, uhn, uhn", his thighs trembling, his covering his face. "I didn't even get my dick inside you yet!"

You inside him? When he could feel every movement of your fingers, the aching of his- his clit-

He couldn't take it, even the idea of being filled-

"Not yet, Kitty." You removed your fingers from inside him, once again rendering him empty.

But it wasn't the same, this time, this time he felt as though he could cry. The tears fell faster now, he couldn't even hide them.

What were you doing to him?

He was crying because you wouldn't keep fingering his pussy!?

Furthermore, he was rejoicing when you'd slipped a bit of your cock inside him, his pussy clenching around nothing but air and your tip.

This is crazy, this is insane-

"Ohhh shitttt, ohhh shittt~ yes, fill me up, fill me up!"

He sounded insane-

"I know it's against protocol to directly penetrate your patients, but for you?" You whisper as you lean down and it let him get adjusted. "I couldn't let anyone else be the first person to use this pussy~"

You quickly grow impatient of letting him adjust and it shows because soon, light rocking turns to full-on thrusts in and out of him, fuck the slapping noise it made, fuck the squelching noise it made, fuck how loud he got-

Fuck, he was so loud-

He doesn't know what to do with himself but sit back and take it. Take getting pounded mercilessly like a little bitch.

"Seems like after tonight, you'll fit in with the other patients, hm?" You grab his jaw and turn his dissenting face back in your direction. "Think I trained my Kitty well, don't you?"

He could barely understand you, not with you grabbing the tops of his thighs and pulling his hips down into yours as you slam up into him.

"Tell me you deserve to be here, baby. Tell me you're just a depraved sex slut like the rest of the patients."

He wanted to reply, he really wanted to, but how could he when his tongue was sticking out of his mouth and his eyes were stuck in the back of his head?

"C'mon, baby, I know you can do it. Tell me you're no different, c'mon, let me hear it, baby."

"Haaaah, I'm n-no different! I-I'm the same! I deserve this!"

It wasn't much, but even you knew that he would cum before you could get more out of him, at least at the rate you were going. And, frankly, you didn't want to stop.

In fact, you wanted to take things a step further.

You grab his cock, the same cock that he'd barely registered still having, and began stroking.

And that was all that it took for Dabi, because seconds later he was clenching around you as tight as he could and cumming. It was almost like a double orgasm, what with his spurting white cum onto his black dress, and cumming clenched around you. White hot shocks sent his paralyzed body into brief jerking motions and the pleasure was immense beyond his understanding.

He would deal with the implications of this event when he wasn't still coming down from his high.

"Remember this the next time you complain about how I describe you, Dabi. Because you might just get what you wish for."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AMITA for lying to everyone I know about my identity’s as a queer/neurodivergent person?

I (18M) am a bisexual, transgender man who is also autistic, ADHD, and OCD. When people hear this about me, even if they know me, I feel like they build up this image of me as an awkward, “cringy” 11 year old who’s obsessed with “cringy” fandoms. And while i have a qualm with this because I know they are looking down on people who are just less masked/higher support needs, I also dislike that they do this because it’s just not who I am. Without the labels, I mostly seem like just a normal dude, if not a bit nerdy.

I also used to be extremely bullied as a kid (7-12) to the point of a suicide attempt, mostly due to homophobic, transphobic, or ablest remarks about me. Since then I’ve completely changed community’s and do not talk to anyone i knew before high school.

When authority figures (Teachers, Show Directors, Investors of the teen programs I lead) apply ablest/transphobic stereotypes or prejudices to me, they also tend to be less,,, normal? around me. Less kind compared to other kids, call me an “inspiration”, or they’ll coddle me when I’m incredibly capable. I do a lot for someone my age- and I know the connections I make now at conferences and whatnot will help me in the long run. My dad’s family is poor, and my immediate family is more comfortable but not that much. I know I’m smart, and I can weaponize that to get a better life for my family by getting good scholarships and jobs in good fields. I can’t just let people who could be very important to my goals look down on me. So i just.. don’t tell them anything about me. They might assume Im odd or “not normal”, and for the most part I let them assume whatever, but if i’m ever asked directly about anything I deny it. Especially in relation to me being transgender; I have the very privileged ability to pass without any medical intervention, and I use that to pretend to be cisgender. Living in the deep south of USAmerica, most of who I am could make my social life very uncomfortable to downright miserable.

Here’s where the problem starts happening. when my social and (what i consider to be a) “professional” life occasionally touch, I wouldn’t be able to be out everywhere socially without someone I don’t want knowing finding out. So i don’t tell any of my classmates/friends/peers about any of my identities either. I hang out with queer and straight people, never be actively homophobic/ablest, and will be very vague about the two questions i’ve ever received about any of that stuff. It’s very, very exhausting to pretend all the time, every day, especially pretending that I’m cisgender because it’s a tricky game, but I can’t really back down and I’m afraid that I might get bullied again if I was ever open about it with classmates.

A few months ago, I was dating this guy, who i’ll call Kai (17M) Kai is also a transgender man, but does not pass at all and is comfortable with it. He’ll get shit sometimes, but also has essentially no straight friends. I told him I was queer when we became good friends, and then told him I was trans after we started dating. I also told him why I lie about being cishet or neurotypical, and while he didn’t seem happy he didn’t push it at first. I told him that I understood if he didn’t want to be in a secret relationship, but because of where we live and what I want to do I wasn’t comfortable with being out again. He said he still wanted to date me, and claimed he would support me, and we had a pretty good relationship overall.

A month after that, he started bringing it up again. He told me that I was more than my identity, and if people didn’t see me for who I am instead of stereotypes, it isn’t worth talking to them at all. And while I agree with the sentiment, it’d never be possible to just not hear someone if they were harassing me, and while I truely dislike a lot of the authority figures that I engage with, they are in the professional fields I’m interested in, and I’m incredibly lucky for getting where I am so early. Kai also said that since I am well known in our very small school (only 300 kids), being out could be a positive influence on what people think about autistic people or trans people. In a particularly heated fight, he even said I was doing a disservice or betrayal to my community by not representing or being proud of being apart of them publicly.

We broke up pretty soon after, but I think about what he said a lot. I know that I wouldn’t be the only out person at my school, and that my school is actually a lot better compared to most local schools, which are a lot larger and… dramatic, but I just don’t think I could be out without going back to how I used to be mentally. And Kai was right about how I could be a good influence on some of the meaner classmates- I do think some of my peers who I ingenuinely connect with might reconsider their prejudices if they knew I was transgender.

I’m intentionally choosing not to take the opportunity to do better. It wouldn’t ruin ALL my relationships with the authority figures I consider to be important holding, since it would just be my school, It might dampen one or two of them. Plus, I’m lying to pretty much everyone who knows me. They build relationships with a false idea of me, and I feel like an asshole sometimes because I’m not honest.

TLDR: I’m a transgender, autistic guy in a very bigoted community. Everybody thinks i’m cishet and neurotypical. AMITA for not being proud of who I am because of potential social losses, and AMITA for lying to people and giving friends/peers false ideas about who I am even if they would not be friends with me if they knew?

What are these acronyms?

[latibulater]

Dean is a big beverage enjoyer. Im projecting my reality rn, but I can so see him with a hot cup of chai latte watching the rain. Or when he was younger making the "perfect hot cocoa" recipe while Hank enjoyed throwing four different Swiss Miss packets into one cup (also perfectly enjoyable but not as disciplined as Dean would like). Idk how common apple cider is outside of my area which is near apple country, but I just know Dean would love apple cider. Especially warmed up with a bit of honey and hit of cinnamon it is truly like drinking the Lords work. Dean drags Hank to go apple picking once they move to NY and the twins buy out the stores supply of cider donuts.

Back to Dean and beverages: he always enjoyed watching his dad mix drinks when he was younger, the way the different bottles are tipped and flipped around, and for one year got really into making mocktails, until Doc got irritated when Dean kept suggesting real drinks for him to make for himself instead of his doctails

In the summer Dean loves lemonade, but prefers it with ice tea as an Arnold Palmer and feels fancy. Brock, Doc, and HELPeR don't really buy a lot of soda, but i think once Brock took the twins with him to 711 to get more cigs and they each got a drink as a treat. Dean really enjoyed Sobe (Lizard Milk) while Hank was enchanted by the slushies. I also think that Dean would like Squirt, Sprite, 7-Up, more citrus sodas, while Hank will drink any soda but dr. pepper

I think the boys would each have different relationships with alcohol given their dads, but for this post I'm saying they both enjoy mixed drinks the most, Hank can't stand wine, and they both pass on beer for the most part. Hank would love to have like a classic cool guy drink and try an old fashioned and hate it and eventually settles on chocolate martinis (shaken). Dean sticks to a very classic G&T* for a while bc its the only one he feels confident ordering, but once he goes somewhere with a cocktail menu he gets excited

I don't think Dean would really like coffee unless it's with a lot of flavored cream to basically be a coffee-flavored drink. I think the caffeine would make him feel either focused or sick depending on if he ate something before drinking the coffee (bc sometimes needs must). During his senior year of college (5y program dual bachelors masters) he gets scarily into energy drinks and the venture crew stages an intervention.

Idk if Dean would like kombucha personally I hate it so maybe he would WANT to like it bc its supposed to be very healthy for you but he gags with every sip

Dean discovers a boba tea place eventually and becomes obsessed for a little while until he gets a job there by accident and gets bored of all the same drinks all the time, but after he quits and recovers he enjoys it in more healthy amounts. Hank always suffixes his orders with "and hold the balls, please" instead of just saying no topping like a normal person

[ofbreathandflame-archive]

You’re right, Feyre stans are rarely just Feyre stans.

hi anon!

yep! this was specifically solidified for me after silver flames came out. feyre stans have been conditioned to always validate rhysand's intention over feyre's opinion. again - feyre has established that she:

(1) does not want rhysand to speak about her sisters in a disrespectful manner. feyre validates rhysand emotions about her sisters - meaning she isn't saying (and im not saying) that rhysand doesn't have a right to feel a certain way about her sisters. but that rhysand's feelings should not manifest in jabs and disrespectful words:

“Rhys said smoothly, “I’m not entirely sure Velaris is prepared for Nesta Archeron.” “My sister’s not some feral animal,” I snapped. Rhys recoiled a bit, the others suddenly finding the carpet, the divan, the books incredibly fascinating. “I didn’t mean that.”

feyre to rhysand.

“So she keeps saying, over and over,” Amren grumbled. I shot her a glare. “Careful.”

feyre to amren.

that's a boundary being set - clear as day. feyre does not approve or condone outright disrespect of her sisters. this has nothing to do with how we believe xyz or what rhys has a right to do, but what feyre has established as a no go.

(2) that she does not feel comfortable with rhysand being overly protective, to the point he withholds information, is overly violent, or conflicts with her wants:

“It’s hard to shut down my instincts.” Instincts. Just like … like someone else had instincts to protect, to hide me away. “Then you should have prepared yourself better,” I snapped. “You seemed to be going along just fine with it, until Keir said—”

rhys to feyre; feyre to rhys (acomaf)

(3)feyre doesn't care about instincts (as is an excuse used in sf), here she is telling rhys straight up that he needs to prepare himself better. bc she DOES NOT feel comfortable with the way rhys expressed his frustration. and again feyre is sympathetic to his reasonings, but she does not believe his intentions (in this case) justify the way he chooses to go about these things.

“I craned my neck to look up at him. “Never lie to me again. Not about that.”

feyre to rhys (acowar)

(4) again - feyre establishing a boundary. never lie to her about anything, especially important things.

feyre (and also fucking amren) also establishes that she doesn't believe that keeping her sisters couped up in the house of wind to be productive or helpful:

“If you want to start convincing your sisters, get them out of the House. Being cooped up never helped anyone.”

amren to feyre (acowar)

and nesta has established to rhys that she wants no interest in cassian:

“Nesta had made it clear enough she had no interest in Cassian—not even in being in the same room as him. I knew why. I’d seen it happen, had felt that way plenty.”

rhysand to az (acofas)

feyre also establishes - to rhys - that her she knows her sisters don't do well with public humiliation, and making a scene:

“ “I shouldn’t have asked her in public. I made a mistake.” and “I loosed a long sigh. “I should have considered that telling strangers what happened to her in Hybern might … might not be something she was comfortable with. My sister has been a private person her entire life, even amongst us.”

feyre to rhys (acowar).

im saying allll of this to say that in sf - rhysand literally takes all of these boundaries and shits on them. even his creation of the intervention conflicits against what feyre establishes: (1) her sister is a private person, and will not respond well to public humilation (2) nesta wants nothing to do with cassian (3) her sisters are not healty being in the house of wind and (4) feyre wants to be looped in and considered every step of the way. even the act of creating an intervention that goes so instinctively against feyre's wishes is an act of deep disrespect. that feyre stans can see these moments and still justify them bc their hatred for nesta and obsession w/ rhys trumps their 'love' for feyre. its a conditional like. here feyre is the victim and instead of writing metas and ff about feyre being done dirty by rhysand - they flock to justify rhysand's point to the point where they're willing to ignore feyre's opinions. its not abt how much we like / dislike the sisters. but how rhys's behavior conflicts against feyre's wants and boundaries. its about how those feyre stans would rather validate rhys then stand by feyre's emotions. to imply that rhysand's actions were appropriate means u place his actions above feyre.

feyre is adult and mature enough to manage her emotions, she not a child, she is perfectly able to stand-up and put her foot down. and she has - on multiple occasions retorted and fought back against her sisters - to consistently pretend feyre is a child who needs rhys to cosign and stand body-guard when feyre is perfectly able to do it herself says so much abt those 'stans' than they are willing to admit.

like feyre was able to face down tamlin - her abuser - all by her damn self. she's not some child who needs people to consistently defend her by undermining her opinions. if she wanted rhys to be an asshole to nesta - we would have saw that. instead we got this:

“That’s enough,” Feyre snapped at Rhys. “I told you to keep out of it.” He dragged his star-flecked eyes to his mate, and it was all Nesta could do to keep from collapsing onto the couch as her knees gave out at last. Feyre angled her head, nostrils flaring, and said to Rhysand, “You can either leave, or you can stay and keep your mouth shut.”

we got feyre telling rhys and amren that she did not want them to behave that way. and even after that. both rhys and amren continue ignoring feyre's requests. feyre is not respected - these are not the actions of people who respect her as an equal. she's a child to them , and they believe they know better.

idk - if i were a feyre stan- yall would never have shut me up if my fav was treated like a doormat and sidelined. i would have been writing scathing metas on rhys and the ic. - i wouldve been explaining exactly why rhys withholding information was wrong - not just vaguely saying he was wrong and then justifying why he did it. i would have been an amren hater #1 for how she continually undermined feyre. idk...yall are not real feyre shooters. like damn your fav is catching strays by the author and the readers and you're only focused on how nesta factors into that equation?? like youve got bigger problems to worry abt here. feyre has been continually and consistently phased out of her own story by the author and that don't bother yall? hmm couldnt be me tho.

[crazylittlejester]

We are always making Wars suffer in this house, man 😔

So fluffy headcannons time ✨

Wars was gifted an orange sapling by Impa even she found out he liked them the most, and he takes pride in having nurtured it to be able to have fruit. He likes to give his friends oranges if he has to many to store/preserve, and sometimes even makes baked goods from them as well.

Wars made a sort of birdhouse for the fairies he rescued during his adventure. He made sure that there was a wardrobe for their clothes and plenty of food while he's away. He has Linkle check up on them during his journey with the chain.

Is trans! Both he and Zelda are, and upon realizing as such, they just swapped lives and called it a day. It was an awkward conversation having to explain to the others why he had the triforce of wisdom instead of courage and can harness holy light. He likes to joke that the fates got confused and mixed them up by accident.

Doesn't know if he wants kids or not. Mask, Town and Tetra were all hellions and gave him more migranes than he can count, but those softer and more wholesome moments he spent with them also makes him want a kiddo of his own. Might just become the cool wine uncle who sees his neices and nephews as his own kids.

Animals love him. Every single one, even usually hostile ones. Wild nearly had a stroke upon witnessing a Lynel acting like a full blown house cat demanding pets from him. This also means cuccos love him to death, even though he is scared by them.

Ginger, bleaches his hair to hide it. Likes scaring kids by saying if they look him in the eyes he'll take their soul. Mask, upon being told this, said he didn't have one. This was the start of Wars' concern of the child.

Has a huge sweet tooth. Like, it puts even the fairies to shame. It is a miracle his teeth haven't rotted out his head, and that might be from divine intervention.

Cat mom, and he babies them. They are spoiled and chonky and love being cuddled and held like babies.

The scarf wasn't apart of the uniform he was meant to wear. In all honesty, nobody knows how or when Zelda got the scarf, or how it became a part of his attire. It's just apart of him now.

Speaking of the scarf. It's huge. Like it straight up could be a blanket if he unfolded it and laid it felt on the ground. It's his security blanky.

OUGGHH I’m so with you on these

- THE ORANGE TREE GOT ME MAN. HE’D ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO HAVE ONE OH MY GOD 😭

- He is SUCH a friend of the fairies, they all love him to death and I’ll fucking die on this hill. They absolutely adore him

- TRANS WARS REAL. Link in general is just such a transgender icon and I love him for it

- I headcanon him as ace so I don’t think he’d ever have his own biological kids, but look me in my eyes right now and tell me he wouldn’t take a kid in who needed it. Also he’s such a girl dad, yknow? (I am so obsessed with the idea of him being a girl dad I’m writing a fic about it-)

- I have this vision in my head now of the cucco’s lookin at him like “OMG it’s Link 🙌!” and they love him so much and he runs away screaming in fear. It’s such a clear vision too 😭

- I LIKE THAT SO MANY PEOPLE ALSO THINK HE DYES HIS HAIR. Like we may have different headcanons on his natural hair color (for me I think it’s a dark brown) BUT SO MANY PEOPLE HEADCANON HES A FAKE BLOND AND IM OBSESSED.

- Oh he is SUCH a sweet treat kinda guy, I headcanon he has blood sugar issues, so small little snacks with a lot of sugar in them would be so good for him actually if his blood sugar dropped suddenly

- CAT MOM REAL. I think he’d have two of those hairless cats and he’d make sweaters for them. He treats them like his children, and he cried when Legend called them ugly (the cats are hideous but like in a cute way)

- Oh that scarf is fr gigantic and definitely bug enough to be a blanket. That’s his emotional support blanket and he takes extremely good care of it

[crissiti]

I have this tfa au where i just yoink things from other tf continuities and make them fit tfa. It’s also the au where my OCs live. Since I’m currently obsessing over idw constructiprowl I decided to shove then in there too.

Ok so I really want to have a constructiprowl in tfa so the solution I’ve come up is there are two Prowls. One is the one that we know and the other one is pretty much g1 Prowl. Im gonna call the second one og!Prowl bc he is older that the one we have in the show.

So og!Prowl’s story is before the war he was an enforcer and during the war he was in high command( not the SIC though). However sometime during the war he was used as a scapegoat by the rest of high command and got kicked out of the army( dishonourably discharged). People he thought were his friends turned on him. He is definitely morally grey and has done some very questionable things during the war but so has the rest of high command. He didn’t deserve to be just thrown under the bus like that. He has lots of anger issues. He was very pissed over the whole thing. So high command want to get rid of him because he is too important and knows too much to just be let to his own devices so they decided to chuck him in Garrus-9. They thought that by throwing him into a prison filled with Decepticons that hate his guts they would be rid of their problem. And since he had multiple times before expressed his dislike and mistrust to cons ( even ex cons turned autobots) they were convinced that he would be all on his own. But high command had underestimated how resourceful and petty he could be. Prowl is livid and filled with so much spite it’s a wonder how he hasn’t turned into a singularity. There are no lines he isn’t willing to cross anymore. He doesn’t care. He is going to survive and he is going to make them regret that they tried to rid of him.

And you wouldn’t guess who’s also in Garrus-9. A certain recently crippled Decepticon gestalt(the g1 version). They had just lost their leader Scrapper. So with some (lots of) manipulation, some scheming and some very questionable scientific intervention Prowl gets a gestalt. (Like it takes almost a year for him to get close to the combiner team and convince them to collaborate. He tries to “befriend” them. It’s funny cuz it’s a bit of the opposite of what happens in idw. He is the one who needs them and goes around trying to gain their favour.)Does he like them? No. Does he like the idea of them being inside his head and spark? Absolutely no. Does he want to give one big middle finger to the Autobots and fuck them over by causing a prison break in one of their most secure prisons? HELL YES!

After combining the constructicons are kinda smitten with the way Prowls mind works and even though they realize he was manipulating them they are very impressed. This version of Prowl is out of shits to give and even though he is very emotionally stunted and doesn’t want emotional relationships with them he agrees to become the new leader of the team and join the Decepticons. Since he used to be part of Autobot high command the Decepticon counterpart doesn’t trust him much, even though he is very good tactician, so he stays at a relatively low rank in the con army.

It takes literally thousands of years for his relationship with the structies to develop from something more than work colleagues. It takes him soo long to admit even to himself that he has started to care about the gestalt because he is so afraid to let people in. He tried to keep the relationship strictly professional and since he is not a complete asshole to the gestalt they are fine if a bit exasperated with him.

“We are just colleagues! I am your boss! Nothing more!”

“Suuureee, boss.” The whole gestalt roll their eyes.

And before he knows it he has five boyfriends.

[sweeterelease]

you made a post about conan gray and the marauders please yap on this (sincerely a fellow marauders & conan gray fan)

DONT SAY THISSS I WILL NOT STOP

pls, my best friend introduced me to jegulus over the summer and i instantly become obsessed, so as one does, i started curating a playlist for them lmfaooo the black family and all the star concepts going on obviously led me to 'astronomy' first, i think it was the first song i listened to and immediately connected it to the marauders?

and then i started listening to more of conan's songs bc i thought oouu i remember i really liked his first album! and now he has 3 and i hadn't really tuned in for the other two, big mistake. HUGE mistake.

this man has consumed me, to my CORE. i wake up and listen to him, i eat and listen to him, i do work and listen to him, go to school, homework, shower, i even go to sleep to his music on. atp i think i need an intervention, my roomie asked if im going to see him soon bc i just can't stop listening to this mf (sadly, i'm not)

it also does not help the fact that every single one of his songs is about me!!! i hate him!!!! (i don't) but please, conan if you're reading this, put the pen down, i can't take anymore.

no but srsly i do love his music a lot, it's a fairly new interest but his sound and voice are something i can really resonate with, and the flexibility of genres in his discography! keep doing whatever your'e doing mr. gray

as i mentioned, i genuinely enjoy all of his songs but for the purpose of this ask i will give my thoughts on my faves for the marauders!

astronomy: JEGULUSSSSS oh my sweet tragedy, they were never going to make it. also this fandom literally runs on astronomy references so anything mentioning the sun, moon, stars, immediately them.

the exit: listen i know the obvious answer is jegulus (lily) or even wolfstar and yes indeed it works BUT what about the family heartbreak, i give you angsty black brothers with james, can't hate you for getting everything we wanted, just thought i would be part of it it's bad you love her, it's over, you already found someone to miss it's SO BAD

memories: this is honestly just me projecting onto regulus, i need to give him hug.

summer child: james potter we freaking love you..

heather: regulus pls stand the fuck up.

never ending song: this just gives me so much fun summer wolfstar, or chaotic rosekiller, love them.

boys and girls: sirius you bi icon

alley rose: WOLFSTARRRRRRRR it works as sirius talking to remus AND remus talking to sirius, they found eternity in each other.

family line: tw walburga black. i once read a headcanon of musician sirius releasing this song never knowing the but my sister's when i cry lyric is supposed to be brother's (what is wrong with you sad bitches)

i think overall i could give a marauders narrative to literally every single conan song, but in my mind superache is regulus and found heaven is sirius.

honorable mention: grant champman as the cut that always bleeds!!! so fun!!!!

[kuroshika]

back on my bullshit with an addition to this post.

so, i established why i believe hannibal still cannibalizes people after he kills them, out of honor for his sister. and that's why he wants to eat will, etc.

but ive been thinking about how that further pushes the whole "we are conjoined" narrative. because hannibal does it out of necessity, will does it because he wants to. will has no reason to eat human flesh and organs and enjoy it at all, he just does it because he likes it.

obsession cannot exist without desire - hannibal's need to consume cannot survive without will's wanting to be consumed. hannibal's need to honor cannot survive without will's desire to be seen and loved as he is.

i think it just plays into will being hannibal's dark mirror; a reckless, self-destructive man with the urge to be accepted and welcomed without question as opposed to a put-together, calculated one who spent years refining himself and creating a different part of himself that solidified his place in society.

im sure somewhere, deep down, hannibal sees will as his opposite, but still as his equal. he met hannibal's needs with the part of himself that wanted to know what those necessities felt like, what being perceived beyond the public eye would look like.

it makes this odd codependency in both men - hannibal needs will to want him and will wants hannibal to need him. that's why hannibal being rejected by will and giving himself up in spite of that was so much harder on will than it was on hannibal.

hannibal knew will would come for him. he was very, very sure of the fact. will, on the other hand, did his very best to distance himself from it all. he married and had a child, a perfect suburban life that his appealed to his projection. but he wasn't fulfilled, he wasn't complete. there was something missing. he couldn't tell if hannibal needed him anymore. he'd promised not to think of him again, but he wanted someone to need that part of himself that he repressed so badly that it was nearly impossible.

hannibal had already proved without a doubt how much he needed will, and that's what will wanted. he wanted to be needed, to be useful for nothing but companionship, to be loved by someone desperately, and he got that from no one.

alana saw him as a broken teacup, something for her to try and fix. jack and beverly saw him as a tool to close cases and help the forensics team. margot saw him as someone who could give her an heir. molly saw him as only the projection he showed her, and didn't ache for the other parts the way he needed.

nothing fulfilled that ache quite like hannibal "it took divine intervention to stop them" lecter.

will wanted hannibal to need him. he wanted to dine with hannibal. he wanted to step inside him and think with his brain, see with his eyes. hannibal was drawn to the fact that will wanted that, from him, and the obsession stemmed from will's first few words to him - i don't find you interesting, dr. lecter. his need for will to want him was brought on by will very clearly beginning to reject his becoming in their earliest meetings - hannibal needed will to want more of him and will wanted hannibal to give him more.

i think that's why, furthermore, that hannibal wants to try and protect/honor will the way he couldn't mischa. the worst thing he can think of in regards to losing will is not death, but being unwanted.

that's why the cliff scene makes sense too, hannibal letting will push the two of them off the cliff instead of pulling will down with him - it was will's choice. he could die with hannibal or he could let hannibal go.

and he chose hannibal.

@lesbian-hannibal @craqueluring @7x16pm @shatteredlesbian

[sparklezzzzzzsstuff]

🏛️CREEPYPASTAS AS GREEK MYTHOLOGY FIGURES💯

I’m not actually sure if someone has done this before but I was js having a brainrot and got this idea tbh, should this have stayed in the drafts? maybe💀, but I really wanna hear others thoughts and opinions on it cause AGHH. I eat up AU content so I thought I’d try making my own even if it’s flops. Most of this is up for interpretation cause I had WAYYY too many ideas/alternates for these.

Okay here we go yap time

(No no you can’t tell who’s my favorite….)

No warnings!!

Ben-HERMES 🪽

For Ben I was really thinking of someone leaning more on the playful/mischievous side cause i feel that’s a huge part of most people’s headcanons for him (including mine).

I thought who better than Hermes cause if ur a fan of EPIC (Circe saga specifically 🤓☝️) I felt that Jorge Rivera really protrayed Hermes with a playful/childish demeanor and even if was helping Odysseus he was like “yeah ur probs gonna die anyway bud” and it kinda resonates with Ben cause he’s just in it for shits n giggles tbh.

Being the god of messages I feel like Ben would have a lot of fun spreading misinformation around the mansion (or wherever if the mansions not ur thing 😔).

Also in a way I feel like it’s the same thing with his powers and tech savvy skills. I remember seeing a few people on here hc his job was security cams and stuff so he knows the shit you’re up to😰

Yk wether it’s sending emails under rando accounts or discord messages about his latest obsession he’s not afraid to SEND👏THAT👏MESSAGE👏

In general I feel like one could argue he’s unfiltered tbh

ALSO ALSO flying shoes = floating ghost 🤔

I feel Ben could definitely be capable of showing empathy/giving help to heroes in need and stuff but overall he’d just prefer to get into mischief and do things for his own benefit.

He brings a lot to the table! (that is if you can clear off the Pokémon cards and Zelda figurines)

For example, if there was a mansion in this au (the world they live in is up for interpretation cause I love the idea of Ancient Greece but I’m loyal to the cringe mansion I love dearly 😔)

Teleportation comes in handy for when slender decided to give out hand-written letters that come with Cheeto dust fingerprints(Ben swears they were there before) (they were guys dw bout it…)

Something else I’ve seen on here is that he’d float to make himself taller and i will take this to the grave idc if i die on this hill.

SUPPOSE they had outfits and he had to be pried off the hot topic isles and link getup. I genuinely do not think he’d fw the sandals im sorry 😔. He’d slap something else on and call it a day. Or maybe not tbh..he’d think they’re cool.

I feel like outside of this AU he’s a bit of a chatterbox so..IN this AU he’d probably use deliveries as a way to talk the ear off and bother hang with his friends and fellow Creepypastas.

Anyways, in summary Ben can impish and irresponsible but he’s a master of his craft and if there does end up being heroes to guide he wouldn’t hesitate to…interfere.

“You want to beat her? You’ll need the blessing of a certain god, divine intervention, someone who’s not afraid to..send a message”

Nina-CALYPSO🐚

Nina my beloved scene girl this one’s for you

First order of business shout out to @jeffthekillerzblog and his au about Ben, Jeff and Nina’s arcs I love them sm. The whole idea of her getting over Jeff and sort of becoming her own person without him is awesome and I can definitely see it in my au too.♥️♥️

I chose Calyspo because when met with Odysseus she was instantly head over heels, turning into a kind of obsession and yearning for company😔👏(yeah same)

I think Calypso’s whole idea of “I love you and I think I’ll die without it” resonates with what Nina used to be with Jeff and her need for his affection.

Although I don’t really think Nina would necessarily keep a partner as a hostage on an island I think she tends to feed into that kind of delusion of a healthy relationship when desperate for attention

In terms of style and aesthetics Calypso and Nina are pretty much opposite (Nina scene style I am loyal to you) however in this au I’d think she’d wear a lot of pink layered robes and fun jewelry. I like to keep style up for interpretation just cause it’s fun.

Ultimately Calypso does do the right thing and lets Odysseus go,(with pushing from Ben Hermes) I do think at heart Nina knows it isn’t right but she still longs for love.

It gets lonely on an island okay?🤨

“Tell me though, who’s Penelope?”

“She’s my wife…”

“…”

“Anyways! I’ve got all you could want here, all you could need here..just you and me my dear, my love for life!”

EJ-HADES🪦🥀

ALRIGHT. Here’s the thing, at first I wanted to choose Slenderman for this because it just felt right. However I wanted to choose Ej instead because I took into account the storyline with Persephone. (Also with Jeff and smile dogs friendship I was thinking him too cause smile dog could be his Cerberus ugh😔)

From my interpretation of others HCS and mine I definitely see Ej as a lone wolf so what better place to be dark and ominous than the underworld itself?

Dramatically staring out into a sea of souls while Chappell Roan , Radiohead plays in the background/j

I do think Ej would enjoy the isolation and in my hc he’d rather hide away from the others because of his demonic nature, and nobody there to pester him (besides Ben with his emails of course).

Anyway, going back onto the Persephone storyline because it was a dealbreaker between Slender and Ej.

I thought about which one would really want to seek love. In past HCS of slender I’ve seen that he is in fact capable of caring (if ur a fan of the mansion and believing he collects traumatized children like Pokémon or infinity stones) .

So, let’s say Slender is actually capable of caring, would he really wanna go seek love? I kinda see him as a single dad but I’ve debated it tbh. For now I’m just going with single dad who’s not interested in romance but rather power.

So that left me with Ej, I think Ej still has some human in him. Whatever was left behind after his transformation/sacrifice made him yearn for company even being ruler of death. (He’s got Cerberus aka smile dog 🤷‍♀️maybe a couple skeletons idk)

Anywho if he did happen to stumble upon Persephone, rather than kidnapping her pissing her mom off I think he’d be too scared to approach her 😭

In the sense that he wouldn’t want to scare her with his appearance even with the mask.

Maybe his Persephone is a kidney? Who knows 😔

“If I became the monster and threw that guilt away would that make us stronger?”

JANE-ATHENA🦉📖

I’ve been waiting for this I’m about to go crazy

Athena, warrior and goddess of wisdom, not to mention hella creative.

I feel like this matches with Jane’s sense of responsibility and maturity. In my hc Jane is a STROOOONG WOMAN😍😍🤤. I also saw someone on here saw she does poetry and I couldn’t agree more

Athena,who has no husband—oh look at that Jane doesn’t either she’s happily married to Mary(idc if Athena doesn’t marry. THIS one did.)

Aura if I’ve ever seen it

COOL WEAPONS COOL WEAPONS and armor tbh. Feminine robes and the usual Athena getup.

If you’ve listened to God Games then I don’t need to speak any further on how driven she is too succeed, “bring it” attitude.

I think it’s nice how Athena and Ares rivalry can be intertwined with Jane and Jeff’s backstory, despite Jane having coming to terms with it she still has sought vengeance.

Much like Athena in the Arachne story tbh

Independent fr fr, def wants to protect her wife from any other gods but also doesn’t worry about anyone messing with her.

I see her as a really good leader tbh

Wise tree af, knows you better than you know yourself and WILL use it against you if you piss her off.

Outsmarts people for breakfast.

In terms of Odysseus I think she’d def get annoyed with him but because shes got more important things to worry about she sticks with him.

“Goddess of wisdom, master of war, my life has one mission…create the greatest warrior.”

Jeff-ARES

Alright. God of war you know where this is going. Major anger issues but he’s sm more than that guys trust pls it’s just for the plot guys pls come back where are you going—

Angry ANGRY guy that’s why I chose him

Also I get major fire nation zuko vibes from him..NOT just cause he was burned I swear on my life

Anyway, if you’re lucky enough to not die and finally see past the blood thirst you’d see a whooooole lot of angsty regrets and if you peel it back a little more he’s bi

Fighting the demons daily

All those battles go straight to the head and probably boost his ego (FAKE FAKE FAKE) to no end.

I interpret ares as arrogant, brutal, and egocentric but I think a good arc for Jeff would to be to try and change that (maybe even heal some burned bridges with Jane, and his brother, who knows??)

He’s trying I swear

Ben def hangs with him and try’s to make him turn a new leaf and leave his asshole ways. (Even if he isn’t the best influence)

Quite literally insane idk what to tell you

Still love him though he’s a new guy I swear ignore the blood on him that’s normal you’re crazy.

“What kind of sick coward holds back his power while his friends get devoured? He didn’t even fight Scylla…didn’t even try to kill her.!”

Aaaaaand the crowd goes wild. Unfortunately those are all the characters I have inspo for rn but I hope more will come to me!! Also I wish I could have found a better quote for Jeff but oh well. All of these quotes are from EPIC/god games by Jorge Rivera-Herrans!! :). Honestly kind of scary to think of a mansion in this au it wouldn’t last 8 seconds. Would Ej technically live in the basement?? I’d love to hear others thoughts on this cause why not just add ☝️

Happy summer ya’ll☀️☀️☀️

[stormyoceans]

HAPPY DAY WEARING MORK'S WORKSHOP SHIRT DAY FOR US WHO OBSESSED WITH THIS IDEA I'M SO HAPPY. MONICA CONTINUE TO MANIFEST YOU KNOW WHICH SCENE(S) PLEASE

Y'ALL NEED TO PROMISE ME RN YOU'RE GONNA COME VISIT ME AT THE PSYCH WARD BECAUSE WHEN I TELL YOU TODAY IS THE DAY MY COWORKERS FINALLY CALL AN ENTIRE MENTAL HEALTH CRISIS INTERVENTION TEAM ON ME IM NOT FUCKING KIDDING I STOOD UP FROM MY DESK SO FAST I SENT MY CHAIR FLYING ACROSS THE OFFICE AND BARELY STOPPED TO PUT IT BACK IN PLACE BEFORE LOCKING MYSELF IN THE BATHROOM LIKE

THIS IS IT. THIS IS WHAT SENDS ME OVER THE EDGE. MY GRASP ON THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE IS TOO LIMITED TO EVEN ATTEMPT TO PUT INTO WORDS THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL INTO MADNESS IN GOING THROUGH RN NO AMOUNT OF SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING FROTHING AT THE MOUTH THROWING UP BLOOD SPINNING COUNTERCLOCKWISE ON THE FLOOR BITING BARKING HOWLING CAN EVEN COME CLOSE TO DESCRIBE IT

NOT ONLY WE'RE GETTING DAY AT MORK'S GARAGE BUT HE'S ACTUALLY HONEST TO GOD FOR REAL WEARING MORK'S SHIRT. WITH NOTHING UNDERNEATH. IM BEING PLAGUED BY VISIONS LIKE WHAT IF. what if mork and day are out for a walk and they get surprised by a sudden downpour so mork takes day to his garage until the rain stops since it's close by, but by the time they get there they're both absolutely soaked so mork lends day one of his work shirt to change into. cue mork having to look away from day because all that skin in display is making him feel stuff and day getting home still wearing mork's shirt and he didn't really pay attention to it while he was still with mork, but in the quiet of his own room the smell of motor oil and cigarette smoke that clings to it is so strong it feels like mork is still standing right next to him and then. AND THEN!!!!!!!!! [GETS SNIPED OUT OF EXISTENCE]

[shadeslayer]

in my heart tma is all i think abt so. but im like so obsessed w like. usually im not one super interested in "does free will exists??" questions but im insane for it in tma especially with jon and with like.. the webs involved but i love that its also abt the question of the inevitability of tragedy. bc his life was always going to be a tragedy

im obsessed with elias' letter saying that jon was just unlucky/it was jons fault bc like. idk. yeah but also no. like it was not inevitable because jon could never have entered elias' radar, someone else couldve been the Archivist, but also no one else cldve/wouldve managed it fully the way jon did as we see w gertrude etc

jon couldve never worked at the institute - but also there was no way he wouldnt have, with his insatiable curiosity and stuffiness (and esp his being marked by the web - probably the most direct intervention on everything that guaranteed it wld happen)

jon couldve not gotten the promotion - but he did because elias picked him because he was himself. not bc jon is uniquely evil or bad, but because jon is such a perfection combination of heavily curious and also like. reacts to things so badly lol. like hes constantly pushed by the need to act rather than feel like hes sitting on his hands, but he always does the wrong thing. like his brains just geared in a way that makes him perfect for all this. and there are many ppl in the world who are the same! so its not even Just Jon. it is that he was in the wrong place wrong time. but also he wasnt bc theres no way he wouldnt have been in that place.

i just love as well how much of it and with avatar-ness/becoming is that its not because youre uniquely evil or anything, but there is something in you that has made you inevitably like this, drawn to this. and that that something is something very human and natural. jon is just a very curious person, genuinely, and the eye magnified that but it was always always in him and its impossible to tell how much of it is the eye and how mcuh is him. and there is something in him, the original jon, the completely human jon, that does revel in Knowing that revels in solving mysteries and following a thread to its complete conclusion. same as melanie describing the slaughter, and daisy the hunt. it nudged them to listen more and more to the part of them that was always there. being this was always inevitable. but it wasnt. but it was, just because youre You. and not bc You is bad. but because You is Human

[oathbreakerapologist]

so what was the nature of orin and ghost's relationship? im always intrigued when ppl have their dark urge's not have a completely antagonistic relationship with orin pre-tadpoling

HEY THANKS FOR ASKING!! I'm stoked to get an opportunity to talk about this! My take on their relationship in Ghost's canon plays a little bit fast and loose with what is explicitly stated in game, but I like to think it's at least backed up by certain subtext.

Their relationship was deeply messed up, codependent, and mutually unhealthy, but it was only occasionally antagonistic. A lot of this stems from the people they both were when they met: when Ghost (who was then going by Niro, a nickname for his birth name, Niroszelys Auvryndar—generally I use the name Niro for him when talking about him pre-tadpoling, so I'll be doing that here) arrived at the Temple of Bhaal, he was 68 years old, and he'd spent 49 of those years imprisoned under magical control and restraint, being manipulated and abused by his captor. He knew almost nothing of the world save for what his captor had shared with him, plus what Sceleritas told him in the approximately two years it took him to wander his way out of Menzoberranzan and to Baldur's Gate. He was a fully-grown adult, strong, intelligent, and powerful, but emotionally stunted, poorly educated, and skilled at almost nothing except depravity.

Orin was a child when Niro arrived at the Temple. She had already killed her mother at that point, and accordingly she was favored by Sarevok (and naturally, his is a particularly horrible sort of favor to earn). Sarevok, given his known desire to keep as much Bhaalspawn blood in his descendents as possible, saw Niro as a promising future match for Orin, and thusly he endeavored to engineer a relationship between them. Orin spent most of her youth seeing Niro as an older brother, but it didn't take long before she became aware of the fact that Sarevok intended to pair the two of them up. Insofar as she had been raised to worship Sarevok as just about the only person closer to her god than herself, Orin could hardly imagine not going along with that plan.

But their relationship was already on track to be incestuous, even without Sarevok's intervention on that front. Orin, as the favored scion of Sarevok, had nothing even close to a normal childhood; Niro had nothing close to a normal life. They understood each other in a way few others could. They were drawn together for other reasons as well: Orin's artistry went unappreciated by most in the Temple of Bhaal, including by Sarevok. Niro, who had spent much of his life starved of beauty and art, was just about the only person who understood why Orin needed to impose beauty, poetry, and theatrics on their bloodstained world. (As a brief aside, in my canon, the in-game note from the Dark Urge criticizing Orin's particularly artistic murdering habits was a forgery put together by Ketheric/Gortash to drive them apart, because both of them knew that would hit Orin in a place that hurt.) As a result, by the time Orin was a young adult, they were mutually obsessed with each other. She initiated their romantic/sexual relationship; Niro had a sense that she would come to him when she was ready to do so, and she did. They were sadomasochistic outlets for each other. She was the only person he trusted.

Their relationship was usually very close, often to the point of inseparability. But it was occasionally rocked by intense spasms of mutual wrath. Every once in a while, Orin would experience bouts of wrath at the fact that her relationship prospects had been set for her from the beginning; no matter how much she wanted to uphold Sarevok's will, and no matter how much she was genuinely attracted to Niro, every once in a while the feeling of lack of agency chafed, and when it did, it chafed badly. Niro, who had experienced decades of being subject to magical control and who had the emotional intelligence of a paper bag, could not comprehend why Orin experienced her situation as a lack of agency. But, usually, these periods of antagonism were short compared to the periods in which they were two peas in a pod, and save for some outside meddling, they probably would have remained in their codependent incestuous relationship.

The thing that ultimately doomed their relationship was Niro's alliance with Gortash and Ketheric. They needed a Chosen of Bhaal, but they didn't want him. As far as they were concerned, he was far too impulsive, independent, idiosyncratic, and, frankly, irritating. He was extremely difficult to keep in line. Orin looked like a better option on that front (though whether or not she actually turned out to be one is... debatable), specifically because they identified her as someone they could manipulate more easily than him. Ketheric and Gortash engineered a plan to make Orin so hateful of Niro that, in a fit of rage, she would be willing to betray him, and they executed that plan through means like the forged letter I mentioned earlier. Their plan succeeded, and Niro and Orin's relationship was dead on arrival.

This was a super long answer, so thanks for reading! And thanks for the opportunity to talk about these two :)

[ofbreathandflame-archive]

Why you care so much about what feyre and her stans are doing🤔

you know, im actually very glad you sent this in anon, though i know it wasn't sent in good faith. when i say feyre 'stans' - i am being 100% sarcastic. my argument is that i don't believe the people who peddle the idea that they hold feyre to be first actually believe that ideal. i also believe they end up purposely derailing actual conversations about abuse, feminism, and racism bc they don't want to actual critique rhys, so they end up selling much more intentional bs to avoid the conversations all together,

as to why that matters - i can explain.

(1) i think a lot of people who work under the idea that they like feyre 'first' believe that a female perspective = feminist. in theory, i believe a lot of rhys stans subconsciously (or consciously) understand that his actions are villainous (to some capacity). like they do understand that there's only so far they can actually support sexual assault. i think a lot of people use feyre to circumvent this issue: if feyre agrees or even likes the abuse, then it cancels out the implication of the it. and this partially because the book flocks to do the same thing - it never introspects about what x character's actions say about them as a character. think about it - even if we work with the idea that rhys doesn't enjoy the abuse he put feyre through, going as far as to reiterate that he feels shame -- we have to question why the story responds to that with plainly stating that feyre actually enjoyed the abuse and/or felt genuine attraction rhys in those moments. because then it (a) removes the idea of moral-greyness; rhysand never has to reflect because the story always believes he secretly justified. (b) there should still be a conversation about what that means. the mating bond operates as both a justification and a rebuke of feysand's actions (c) it puts into question what the story is actually arguing about feyre's trauma from utm. if feyre always secretly wanted rhysand utm...so much to unpack there. we're not genuinely rebuking abuse. and that's fine if you're drawing a scene or simply entertainment - it becomes worrisome when we considered that there is a lesson being put forth.

(2) people who use feyre as the scapegoat to often time sidestep conversations. feyre's narration is only considered when it validates rhysand's abuse - other times, the idea that we should consider canon wholly (analyze the information we're given v. what we're told) becomes nonexistent. so even though feyre has reiterated her boundaries to rhysand (and even though rhys is already aware of those boundaries via his mental snooping), there still this need to 'hear things from rhys side' - even though we know what feyre choice would have been. we know that feyre would have never wanted that information kept from her. its literally been her only consistent trait- don't lie. and as i said in this post: even the act of creating the intervention undermines three books of feyre's narration cementing her boundary.

(3) 'feyre stans' often hijack the conversations; the conversation about racism (and rhys's absue) always stalls because -- AGAIN -- there's only so much analysis they can happen before you realize the problem is both sjm's ideology and her obsession w/ rhys. at some point they always end up defending sjm (and her racism and misogyny). there's a struggle between actual unpacking rhysand's action and what that means for him as a character. they do want to have the serious conversations, just not in a way that detrimental or all-encompassing. selective reading, plain and simple.

i also believe thats why there so much overblown hate for tamlin (that in my opinion, backfired terribly esp over the last three years) is merely insecurity about the problems w/ rhys's charcater. morally, there only so many conversation we can have before the weirdness rears it head. we can't argue tamlin is abusive and then in the same breadth argue for the neccessity of the same form of abuse. we can't argue that rhys is morally-grey and then ignore the greyness area. we also cannot say rhys grows as a character if we argue that he never grows from the person we met utm. we can't say that we 'recognize' he was wrong, but then constantly uplift those very moments as moments of love. we can't say sjm has racial/moral in her story and then remove how that effects more favorable characters.

[scentedchildnacho]

Interview with Davi Kopenawa Yanomami on Climate Change

How did they find out that if they extend a project out of its sustainable idea that it would war on people and siege people to situations who want to believe in a different life in this one life

Practices like scare crow or the white wedding I've looked into how relevant it could really be as more then a population and it isn't

I don't want a man to put a gold ring on my finger and if you tell me all the time I have no gender valuability outside of marriage then

Sure it's important for white people......bipolar people want to suicide why they believe in reincarnation

You can't have any other fantasy nothing else to do you have to see so and so in the cold forever more that high school pedophile he still lives right over there

They call a sustainable good a horror on others....would you like your dagguerotype done beautiful

Would you like to trade with northern peoples though so we can go there and you can be a wife here though

The Irish Catholic told me I could read about it....so that's true of mentals....it has indigenous story metaphors and as recovered doesn't require medical intervention always

I was white so money doesn't make me crazy....but I don't spend my money on notoriety

To me money is as sustainable as anything else....and if you believe in human sanitation give your money to who encourages a toilet used....the more water goes to people for sanitation that's money sometimes

Helter skelters they take the money and start encouraging weird practices....so give me money back and people will be with water again not Charles Manson

The things naturists have told me in San Diego they use money for tattoos....cigarettes malfunctioning cars

Do l use money for that or if I have money is your side walk free from poop

The sheriff by the sal army thrift store told me I can't put my cart on the grass behind the Japanese restaurant or he would arrest me.....I didn't bother saying anything because kicking me out all the time had already caused me to go deaf and if he continued to batter me after the fact lots of people see this happening to me

Its my guess it's a good sign now people realize that I have a batterer

And thats that's enough soon officer......a police car was behind him so i think he has been asked to resign many times

Its a sal army he has probably murdered many some crack head

Ronnie Estes like man so

I couldnt hear what he was saying.....so I just left and their personal battle needed to keep going on

No I don't blame the sheriff.....I think it's the above mafia cop that wants to use surgery places to dramatically alter his appearance and other sheriff's are hired to slaughter him for being a serial killer

They were told they cannot use the medical facilities or they will keep warring on it....song nuclear was here so I don't know what the sheriff would do to him but like the cell on cows

Does he want to go to the slicer for calling crackheads it

Just cuts up sections of the brain neatly

Well I didn't know why they were obsessed with the surgery center and now I do that man killed crackheads here and it was explained that faith people don't like bad people treated unjustly

He is the sheriff's friends so now it's go tell her your more abnormal then a bad man so she doesn't feel bad for you

There are a lot of motorcyclists.....around so....gangs maybe did do something

Im going to keep the cart maybe get a dog with it left in a cage that can't put their feet in the grass sometimes

I was really frightened though after it and was about to ask others if they get really frightened today but decided that's manic behaviour to talk emotionally

The intake for food and shelter wanted to know about my family so I said my whole family was attacked and asking them for things is unreasonable

My brother in law has like eight siblings and life out here is really really rough and scary and they tell us all no and I would pile in there with them all and they explain once cops 🆔 you they would do frightening things to me there also

My sister to live there had to go to diabetic treatments to live there I think so she has to be cliniced and angeled and if my political beliefs went there I would get really battered if I wouldn't sign my body over to a doctor

There is a school a clinic and a jail and if you won't take detainment battery in clinic or school they will jail batter you

I don't want to bother my family with jail batteries I found out I do like them as people and do wish the best for them

People did personality experimentation on me as a youth and I found out nicotine could dramatically alter my persona so after a lot of self and soul searching I found out I do like those people

I told her homelessness didn't use to be so rough....it use to actually be a good way to live though I don't recommend it the police would really batter me and like ghandi survivors something non violent in me died and I now have something in me truly you can be forgiven but i dont care what it takes for you bullies to just leave me alone

I use to truly have a truly innocent spirit that couldn't harm anything into my youth years and now I was wronged and have learned to turn away from wrong in return

I use to have hope ideals and such but I have become very misinformed so

I got to travel meet interesting people who lived artistically and as they preferred but now it's so loud and brutal and I truly am just like I have to go to shelter or people could die of heart attacks on sight if that road noise won't stop

I can't stand jobs for continuing to rush people back out onto the road it's just so awful here it's so fast paced idiocy all the time it's just fast paced idiocy all the time

Its really fatigued people like the idiot joke on road adrenaline it's sick mean and meaningless

They keep rushing people it's annoying I go to get coffee and the table is always available it's annoying

Then I've had to see them start playing around in the car line at intersections it's just frightening

Its so loud my head feels battered and I start hating it hear

And just a few days ago I had positive feelings for the area...so