#old pronouns

[aspenforest732]

Mortem ad Wrens Chapter 27: What We Can Become

Summary:

tw: torture, abuse, sibling abuse, gore, blood, deadname, old pronouns, flashback, body horror, GRAPHIC PHYSICAL ABUSE, knife, blood, gore, kidnapping, coercion/compliant kidnaping

Notes:

[Violence Start] and [Violence End] tags are in play for this one again. There's a flashback summary after the latter if you need to skip it ‘text’ JSL Text thoughts

[VIOLENCE START]

“How the hell did she get that close!”

Akira landed heavily a few meters into the room and drew a shuddering breath as they glared back at Keiko, one of their older sisters. “Fuck you that’s how,” they hissed. “You’ll fucking pay for what you did to-” Akira bit back a scream as Keiko speared their leg with her foot.

“If she’s holding out this long, the quirk must be a powerful one,” Eichi, one of their older brothers, added. “We can’t just kill her.��

Keiko pulled Akira up by their hair while putting her weight on their leg. “Come now, bold one, tell us who helped you,” she snarled.

Akira just stared defiantly at her, mouth pressed tightly. Keiko slammed their head into the ground twice before putting her weight on their leg and twisting their torso backwards at an odd angle. Akira let out a choked gasp as their spine crackled and they felt a bone in their leg snap. Still, they glared up at their siblings without breathing a word.

The abuse continued for what felt like an eternity before the door quietly opened, and Keiko promptly dropped Akira. The world was too blurry to try and catch themself, so Akira’s nose smashed into the ground with a crunch.

“Tch, amateurs,” a syrupy voice drifted from the doorway. “If you can’t force the answer out of a high potential, you call me.” Akira was rolled over, and they let out a choked gasp at the bone now sticking out of their leg as it sluggishly bled. Nori loomed over them, spindly fingers dangerously close to their face. “Once more, Daitan, or you’ll never speak again. Who helped you?”

Akira spat in their face, blood mixing with saliva as the woman simply pulled out a handkerchief and wiped it off. “Now, that was uncalled for. I suppose you’ll be awake for the process then.”

They did scream as Nori’s fingers carefully extended up their nose, joints brushing against the sides of their canal and arching down their throat. Akira tried not to breathe as the entire digits sharpened into cold metal and began to saw at their vocal chords. Just as they thought they would pass out, a white-hot pain latticed through their leg, ripping a gasp out of them and causing Nori’s fingers to slip slightly.

[VIOLENCE END]

(flashback summary: Akira’s vocal chords were removed after they tried to speak out against their family and refused to tell who helped them)

Akira woke up with a silent scream, kicking off their blankets as they jolted up. Rolling off the thin mattress, they snatched a blanket before it could land on Koji.

Noting they’d almost been asleep long enough for them to normally wake up, Akira stared at their legs for a long moment before they could push past the dizziness and move to the bathroom. By the time they finished brushing their hair, Akira’s hands only slightly shook while they made tea. They let their mind drift, barely registering that their mug was empty after a while.

An hour later, Aizawa walked into the room. He looked at them, blinked, and went to make coffee. “Nightmare?” Akira nodded. “Want to talk about it?”

Akira chuckled at the irony and sluggishly signed, ‘Can’t. Mute.’

Aizawa huffed, “I’m here if you want to sign about it then.”

‘Thanks,’ Akira signed after a moment. ‘Maybe later.’

Akira warped four times before sitting next to Sato to eat in the shade, double-checking their burn rate against their notebook before focusing on the food. Today’s training was geared towards having multiple clones active without losing weight. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to start working on motor control.

Hitoshi was going through vocal exercises with Koji while working on voice imitation. His quick adjustments to pitch range were improving, but they still struggled with tone and variance.

Akira looked down at their phone as the tight burning all over their body was escalating to a 7. Still an hour from when they could take their next dose, Akira dispelled their last clone with a forceful step and stiffly pulled a couple cold compresses out of their bag onto their legs. They directed their capture weapon to wrap around their arms and torso like compression sleeves as they turned a dial on their braces to extend compression wraps around their legs.

“Mori, are you okay?” Sato asked as he paused eating.

Akira gave a so-so gesture while gulping from their water bottle. ‘I’ll live. Just need a break.’

Yaoyorozu grumbled something about no one else needing a break, so Akira leaned forward slightly to flip her off. ‘Try saying that next time you’re at a 7.’ They pulled more ice packs from their pack to place on their arms and neck, which provided a small measure of relief.

Their meds an hour later kept the pain from getting worse, but Akira still felt like they were moving through molasses. A few hours later, they woke with a start to Aizawa standing over them concerned. ‘Sorry, I think the heat got to me.’

“I’ll take them back to camp,” Aizawa said as Ragdoll approached. “They can join the evening intensive if they have the energy.”

Akira wobbled to their feet, steadying themself on the table before grabbing their crutches. They were vaguely aware of Aizawa talking but were mostly focused on making their legs move, each step sending sharp spikes of pain up their legs. A few agonizing minutes later, Akira maneuvered through the door and lowered themself onto the couch to take off their braces.

Akira looked up at Aizawa as they shifted into a lounging position to elevate their legs. ‘What were you saying about the schedule? I couldn’t listen and move at the same time.’

“If you’re feeling up to it, you can join the intensive tonight with the same strategy and goal of today. Regardless, tomorrow you can be with the others until lunch then I’ll bring you, Shoji, and Tokage from 1-B back here since your quirk training can be done in or outside. Staying inside should help with your health, correct?”

Akira nodded. ‘I was only asleep for a few minutes, so I should try to get a couple hours before dinner.’ Aizawa seemed confused for a moment before nodding and sitting in one of the chairs. They wondered if some of that was lost in their pained haze as they drifted off, quickly giving into their exhaustion now that they were horizontal.

Akira woke up to a soft humming and pushed themself up to see Aizawa crouched a short distance from the couch. “The class is almost back. I thought you might like to get ready before they’re here.”

Akira nodded, slipping on their braces and crutches as they took stock of their spoons. ‘I can use my clones to help with dinner. I don’t think I have the spoons to do make dinner, eat, and go to the intensive.’

“Alright, but don’t strain yourself to the point you won’t have the spoons to train tomorrow.”

Akira settled by the bowls of vegetables, wrapping their capture weapon around their arms as they started to chop. Ida lifted the classes’ morale as they trudged into camp to start dividing into groups, Kaibara and Monoma from 1-B joining Akira in chopping.

‘Do you know JSL?’ Akira asked as they sat.

Kaibara interpreted then said, “Yes, my parents are deaf. I can interpret for you.”

“Wonderful! What brought you back so early?” Monoma asked as they resumed chopping.

‘My health, I started the day with only a few spoons and- oh, spoons are a way to visualize energy,’ Akira explained at Kaibara’s confusion. ‘People use the analogy when they have a chronic condition, and different tasks take different amounts of spoons. When we run out of spoons, we crash hard.’

“I can see how your quirk causing so much pain would classify as chronic,” Monoma shuddered.

Akira paused but shrugged, not devoting the energy to correct him. ‘I’m going to use my clones to get some training in. I don’t have the energy to keep a conversation and them up at once.’

With a nod from the others, Akira warped twice, directing the clones as they grabbed a protein drink from their pack. Monoma and Kaibara kept up a steady, if reserved flow of conversation, and Akira started picking up the concerning undertones of inferiority they heard in Bakugo and Midoriya. Kami, do I need to investigate another one?

“Is this how much you always have to eat?” Monoma asked. Mad Banquet had quickly agreed to mingle with 1-B after a brief exchange with Akira.

‘No, but I do eat a lot more than average to keep up with my quirk,’ Akira signed with Fumikage interpreting. ‘Actively using it takes more than the passive drain you felt at the sports festival.’

Monoma shuddered, “I thought Yaoyorozu’s quirk would have a similar drawback from what I’ve seen, but there was no burning when I copied it earlier today.”

“Hm?” Yaoyorozu looked over her shoulder at her name. “Of course there isn’t. Creation doesn’t have any passive effects.”

“Neither does Silent Night,” Fumikage added. “It’s just the drawback that’s passive, right?”

Akira nodded, ‘I haven’t noticed any passive mutations, but it’s possible they’ll show up as I train more.’

“I don’t know,” Hitoshi teased. “You did sneak past Aizawa that one time.”

‘It was more than once!’ Akira rebutted as Mad Banquet gasped at them.

“What, does he have a Thinker mutation?” Monoma looked between them confused.

“Mori,” Aizawa said from behind them. Wincing, they tilted their head to look up at their teacher. “When did this happen?”

Catching his small, amused smirk, Akira signed, ‘Which time? When you were in a pile of alley cats? When you were covered in glitter? When you-’ Akira froze as Hitoshi burst out laughing and Aizawa’s expression turned exasperated.

Their teacher muttered “problem children” under his breath as he resumed walking between tables.

“Please tell me you have pictures,” Hitoshi wheezed. “Were you at least the one who did those?”

Akira shook their head with a small smile. ‘I didn’t have a phone at the time. I may have been behind the second glitter incident after I saw how effective a distraction it was, though. Oh, to your question, Copy Cat, Eraser doesn’t have Thinker attributes. He’s just that observant as an underground hero.’

Akira slept fitfully that night, waking up every couple hours from nightmares that mixed memories with possible futures. At five, they woke with a start to Dark Shadow nudging their arm. The rest of the class was already outside or in the common area, so Akira quickly moved through their low-spoon routine and stuffed extra snacks in their backpack to conserve energy and cover their bases in case the date wasn’t a coincidence.

Akira spent the morning focusing on directing their four clones while eating, running through fighting forms they’d picked up from Blue Fang, U.A., and some hero analysis. They raised an eyebrow at Pixie-Bob’s announcement of a test of courage that night, glancing at Aizawa before continuing their training. Seems a bit counterintuitive to security, but fine. As their last set dispelled while they took meds, Akira caught Aizawa’s eyes and gathered their pack as he collected Shoji and Tokage.

The afternoon had Akira inside eating while directing their clones about the forest. Shoji and Tokage were trying to find them while Akira tried to keep their movements separate. The shadows in their mind grew more distinct and the heartbeats less unnerving as the day progressed, and Akira silently lamented training camp would likely end with the attack.

Akira’s phone buzzed, so they paused briefly. Only one person would… shit. Akira read over the message from Dabi twice.

Wildfire: Wildfire has shared his location with status Danger. Click here to acknowledge. Click here to call first responders to his location.

Capture Katsuki Bakugo, Akira Mori

Kill Izuku Midoriya

Waiting for rest of vanguard to arrive

Mortis: location confirmed

See you on the other side

Mortis briefly considered letting Taishiro know of their potential kidnapping before dismissing the idea. Surely, it’ll be fine since we know they’re coming. No point worrying him. Mortis looked up as Aizawa entered the cabin, resignation in their eyes as they showed the messages. ‘They’ll probably attack tonight so we’re exhausted.’

Aizawa sighed, leaning against the wall. “We knew this this was a possibility. I’ll speak with the others before the courage test, keep training for now.”

Aizawa directed Kirishima, Sato, Mina, and Kaminari to remedial lessons with him and Vlad as the rest of 1-A and 1-B headed to the scare challenge. In the clearing, Akira noticed Pixie-Bob making puppet motions and let themself relax marginally at the earth beast patrols she had. As the fourth group, Sero and Aoyama, left, Akira started glancing between Pixie-Bob and Tiger.

‘Reaper, are you okay?’ Koji signed.

‘Something’s not right,’ Akira settled for. A few minutes later, after Uraraka and Tsu left, Pixie-Bob’s tail stopped twitching and she gave a signal to Mandalay.

The latter frowned, but a few moments after tapping a quick pattern on her radio, her eyes widened. “We’re being attacked by villains. Everyone who can move, get back to camp immediately! If you come across the enemy, you have permission to engage!” Her quirk echoed in everyone’s mind.

“What- what is this?!” A pink glow enveloped Pixie-Bob and threw her backwards.

Shit, they slipped through. Mortis warped to the top of a nearby tree and wrapped one of their crutches around the thin trunk, confirming Dabi’s flames and Mustard’s pink mist filling the forest as those in the clearing started noticing the smell of smoke. Looking back down, Mortis winced at Pixie-Bob’s bleeding face underneath Magne and Spinner.

Mortis warped back, stepping into their clone before signing, ‘Blue forest fire. Pink mist covering half the forest. Unknown locations of other villains.’ As they signed, they felt a strange grounding sensation as they started to glow white and looked over their shoulder to see Magne glowing. What the… oh! Right, polarity based on gender.

Mandalay called for Ingenium to start bringing the group back to camp while Deku took off to find Kota. The Pussycats placed themselves protectively in front of the retreating group, but Mortis only kept a clone running with the group for a minute while Spinner spouted Stain-adjacent ideology.

“You fake heroes who only care about yourselves are targets to be purged!” Spinner charged forward with his comically large set of blades.

‘You do realize these are rescue heroes, right?’ Mortis shook their head as they pulled back opposite Mandalay. They warped forward and their clone darted to the side as Mandalay dodged the gecko’s attacks. Just as the Pussycat leader was sent hurtling towards Magne, Tiger shoved her aside, and Mortis seized the opportunity to have their capture weapon support Pixie-Bob’s head and start dragging her away from the fight.

Mortis got Pixie-Bob to the edge of the clearing just as Deku burst through to land a hit on Spinner’s weapon. What the fuck? Mortis nearly dropped Pixie-Bob at the boy’s shattered arm. Now that they were out of the main combat zone, Mortis dispelled their clone and picked up their pace, not worrying about what the villains saw anymore. As the sounds of fighting got more distant, they picked up on the soft crunching of a familiar gate as Eraserhead ran into view.

��Status?”

‘Pixie-Bob head injury. Deku heavily injured. Magne and Spinner fighting Mandalay and Tiger. Ragdoll not responding. Mustard around courage test area. Other villains unknown.’

“Midoriya brought Kota to camp and ran off before I could stop him. Take-”

“We have discovered two of the villains’ targets,” Mandalay announced. “They are students – Bakugo and Mori. They should try to avoid fighting and acting independently.”

“Mandalay and-” Eraserhead huffed and paused, presumably as he received a message.

“Umbra Mortis, we’re heading your way. Stay put with Pixie-Bob, and we’ll find you.” Mortis heard from Mandalay.

“-and Tiger are headed this way. Twice and Dabi are likely around this area. Get behind cover and stay quiet. Keep an eye out for Mr. Compress especially.”

Mortis reluctantly nodded, gently pulling Pixie-Bob under a bush before warping up a tree. They heard a vaguely familiar gait not long after Eraserhead left and jumped down as Ragdoll rounded the bend. ‘Are you alright? What happened?’ Mortis hopped down and scanned the rescue hero for injuries as they approached.

“Oh, you’re bleeding! Let me help,” a slightly off Ragdoll voice said. Mortis backed up a step, tensing as they took in the person’s slight sway and broad grin. “Come on, don’t be shy. I don’t bite.”

The familiar gait connected just as a large needle flew at Mortis. They warped a breath before it would’ve hit them and shied to the side. ‘Toga?’

“You remember me!” Toga squealed, form melting as she turned back into the teen serial killer Mortis had met. She pouted, “It’s no fun ruining the game, though. Why don’t I pretty you up before we take you?”

Mortis warped twice as the girl’s syringes on tubes twisted and contorted, yellow eyes keeping up with the small puffs of dirt kicked up by their appearance. Even as the clones were dispelled left and right, Mortis kept themself within a few meters of Pixie-Bob, torn between protecting the unconscious hero and keeping suspicion off the hiding spot.

A slight rustle from above narrowly warned them in time to warp away from Mr. Compress landing, straight into a needle. With a sharp hiss, Mortis warped again, the large needle snapping from the carried momentum. Glaring at the two of them, Mortis activated their capture weapon and fell into a defensive stance. Just keep stalling, Eraser said they’d be here soon.

“Come now, we’re just claiming what we won. You have quite the powerful quirk, and if you go willingly, you can join us instead of becoming a base for a Nomu,” Mr. Compress said.

Mortis shot their capture weapon out in response, wrapping it quickly around the man’s arm while Toga tried to close distance. They jumped onto the bottom branch of a tree, letting their braces give the extra boost as Mr. Compress snapped towards the trunk. Instead of the impact, however, Mortis tried to warp as they saw the villain jettisoning toward them. Just as they did so, however, Mr. Compress brushed their foot and the world distorted and spun until they were contorted in a marble. A small, tight, spherical space capable of hearing the outside world through a garbled filter but unable to see.

Trying not to hyperventilate, Mortis took shuddering, deep breaths and focused on what they could hear. They couldn’t quite make out words, but… there! Mortis could just make out Deku shouting and warped with the goal of just on the other side of the marble. A muffled shout of surprise came from Mr. Compress, so they rapidly warped over and over, only vaguely aware of their clones in their panic as shadows filled their mindscape.

With a clear snap, Mortis landed roughly on their crutches amidst a dozen clones, keenly aware of the strain on their body as their heartbeats stuttered and fat rapidly burned. Looking around as they surged their clones forward, Mortis gasped at most of the Vanguard squad in a clearing fighting Siren, Tentacole, and Deku. Shit. They activated their capture weapon, glaring around even as they felt their clones dissipate with quick blows and Mr. Compress lept into the air. Mortis tried to dodge but stumbled, turning it into a jump of their own with their braces. Landing near Hitoshi, who was facing off with Twice, they directed their last five clones to swarm the villain as he landed.

“Umbra Mortis! Are you alright?” Siren called out. “He has Dynamight and Tsukuyomi.”

Mortis shook their head but pushed through the pained haze to quickly wrap their capture weapon around their torso and arms even as their last five clones were not dispelled but compressed. Mortis tried to dispel them but couldn’t get the momentum. Darting forward, they snapped their remaining length of capture weapon out as a whip, trying to crack the villain’s mask.

Even as Tentacole called for a retreat, holding up two marbles, Mortis followed their gut and rushed at Mr. Compress and Dabi. Out of the corner of their eye, they spotted a Nomu enter the clearing as Kurogiri’s voice sounded behind them and warp gates opened around the remaining villains. Wheezing, Mortis pulled up short as they spotted the two marbles the magician lightly squeezed with his teeth.

“Now, now, you don’t know what would release or kill people in these marbles, do you?” Mr. Compress whispered just loud enough for them to hear. “Come along quietly or I might just kill your precious classmates.”

Mortis tried to take a step forward but would’ve fallen if not for the braces as their limbs gave out. Glaring up at the villain, Mortis nodded and let him compress them. They shuddered, curling even further into themself as the already tiny marble felt like it was shrinking and pulling tight around them. Mortis could just barely make out Deku screaming for Dynamight before they passed out.

Notes:

gosh the hyperphantasia sucked ass on this one. (not so) Fun fact: what happens in the nightmare is the third worst experience I’ve ever simulated. No, I did not forget the sibling I introduced in the previous flashback; they have a lot of siblings.

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Thistle Debut Day!

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

Ranking the Veilguard companions Hookup Potential based on the kind of bed situation they have going on in the Lighthouse

(im in early act 2 so have no idea what further romance scenes are actually like, this is just jokin time without any romance spoilers. just pics of how their respective rooms in the lighthouse look and some basic characterization we know about them)

Taash: 8/10

In another game or the real world I would only rate this a 5 because they have no pillows or addition blankets. however they do have a real bedframe AND it's big enough for 2 which means the they are doing better than 90% of the rest of the Veilguard so this score gets boosted. And while there's not many blankets, there are plenty of braziers around the room to keep you warm, and Taash is probably their own miniature furnace to cuddle up to. Crucially, they also have a whole wheel of cheese next to the bed, which means you don't even have to leave the covers to get a snack after.

Lucanis: 1/10

Oh no. I'm not even going to comment on the pantry angle because everyone else asks him about that to begin with, so this is just about the bed. Unfortunately the bed is a cot made of uneven wooden planks with some blankets on top of it, and is only wide enough for 1. This is because Lucanis hates sleeping and doesn't want to do it, so the less tempting his bed is, the better for him. Unfortunately this means sleepover potential is dreadful and you will have to find alternate solutions. He does at least have another blanket to go over him and one that's presumably being used as a pillow, so, he gets a 1 instead of a 0, but I am still planning on gifting him coupons for a back massage for Satinalia.

Bellara: 4/10

This setup is perfectly fine for sleeping. It's the lighthouse standard little bed couch thing, has a mattress/cushion, is elevated off the floor, has a pillow, and she's got her blankets folded below. Perfectly serviceable for getting a good night's rest which we know Bellara is not because she forgot to sleep again. However, it's very much a one person sized setup. You might be able to cuddle for a while but if one of you unconsciously tries to roll over you are going right to the floor. Ouch.

Lace Harding: 5/10

You might be wondring "why is sleeping on the floor rated higher than bellara's" and the answer is because this means you are not rolling off the bed onto the floor. it's not going to be comfy but we are not ranking comfort here we're ranking sleepover potential. Harding has managed to make this space look homey and the canopy gives the illusion of being in a tent or canopy bed to help with that illusion. There are rugs down on the floor plus the blankets and pillows--we know Harding is used to sleeping on the ground due to her career as a scout, and I'm sure she can scrounge up more blankets to make the cushioning big enough for the both of you. Your back WILL hurt in the morning but you'll get to have a fun night first.

Neve: 3/10

Girl I know you can do better than this. Which means you're not trying to on purpose, so, live your life I guess. I will say this cot IS bounds nicer than Lucanis's--you can see its a stretched canvas or hide on a frame rather than wooden planks, so it will have a little more give. However they are not THAT much comfier which I know having slept on this modern equivalent many times. Neve also apparently has 0 pillows or blankets so you're out of luck there, as well as the problem of it only being wide enough for 1 again. This woman has too many other things going on to think about romance so your Rook is going to be the one improvising on that matter I think.

Davrin: 10/10

Now here is a man who has his life together. Double or queen size mattress, rustic bed frame he probably lovingly carved and assembled himself by hand, and not only are there sheets AND blankets AND pillows, they are are full on matching set and this knight in shining armor dutifully makes the bed every morning. There's also enough pillows for two! While the remains of a giant corpse is hanging above you all night, the spacing of the ribs still gives you lots of room above to manouver, so just don't worry about that. As a bonus you'll probably even have a baby griffon come to cuddle in the night which is such a cute thought we're going to ignore how much worse getting stepped on by a griffon foot would be than even the biggest fattest housecat trying to stand on your stomach at 4:30am. My one criticism of the setup here is that due to the bed's positioning if the person on the inside needs to get up in the night they'll have to awkwardly crawl over the person on the outside, however everyone else's bed situation is so dismal I'm not even going to subtract a point for that. Great work Davrin.

Emmrich: ???/10

Where... does this man sleep. Peepaw I KNOW you can't be sitting in that armchair all night you need your beauty rest!!! There are 0 beds or cots or floor blankets in this man's room. HOW am I supposed to break his pelvis if he has nowhere for us to lie down??? We can't risk that old man's spine on the cobblestone.

Wait... unless. No, surly not. I mean--jk. Unless...? 😳😳😳

is daddy necromancer gonna fuck me on the sacrifice slab... 😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵

Bonus:

Solas 11/10

does not matter where he actually slept bc once my inquisitor Gets Him again they WILL be fucking on top of the piano in front of the mural in his Yearning Room

[stars-obsession-pit]

Danny got out.

Danyal al Ghul was created by the League of Assassins alongside his brother Damian.

Created, not born. Though they were both grown in the same lab, Danyal always felt the status quo. Damian was the heir, the real son, the one they cared about. Damian got to be a person, the one for whom human terms like “born” would fit.

Danyal was just the extra. The bodyguard to die in his brother’s place and a spare should he be lost.

And Danyal died.

Shed his old life like a snake’s skin and vanished into the bustle of a crowded city.

They would tell Damian it was a mission that went wrong. A failure, like Danyal always was.

But Danyal would call it his first real success.

Danny Fenton loves their new life.

Jack and Maddie, for all their unsafe work practices, care for them. That’s far more than their blood “family” in the League ever did.

Far more than they felt they deserved for the longest time.

So when their brother reached out, tried to reconnect as if they were normal siblings instead of born tools, is it any wonder they lashed out, told him to never come back?

Danny got out. Danyal is dead, one ghost Danny is happy to put down forever.

[angelyuji]

mr. pines

stanley pines x f!reader

reader needs a job really badly and stanford pines gives her a job... with a couple conditions.

tw // noncon, power imbalance, older man/younger woman, old man stan being gross, slight misogyny (mostly the pet names), also plss lmk if i missed anything

18+!!!!!!!! pls!!! pls!!! mind the tw and tags (also this is posted on my ao3 acc as well!)

you’ve been scrounging around for a job since you moved to gravity falls. finally, after a couple of months of begging around, the diner waitress, susan, had told you that the stan pines might be hiring at the mystery shack. you had promised the landlord that you’d give them the rent as soon as you find a job, but you can tell they were getting tired of letting you stay rent free.

you had walked to the mystery shack, only a 15-minute walk from the apartment. when you walk in, you’re hit with the smell of sandalwood and glue. you walk over to the red-headed teenager at the cashier stand.

“hey, uh- lazy susan said you guys were hiring?” she looks up from her phone to think for a second.

“oh really? um i guess you can check with stan. his office is right down the hall. he should be in there right now.” she points down the dark hallway to your right and goes right back to her phone. you thank her and she gives you a smile in response. goosebumps rise on your skin as you walk down the eerie, dark hallway. you were starting to second guess your choice of jobs, but you knock on the office door before you chicken out.

“come in.” a gruff voice calls from inside. you swallow and open the door.

“hi! i’m here to apply for a job at the mystery shack.” you smile and shut the door behind you. the only light in the room from the windows in the office. he hums and doesn’t say anything. he gestures to the chair next to him. you sit down and look around the messy office. a taxidermized animal head, a statue of an owl, a huge safe, all sorts of odd things litter the office.

“what are some of your qualifications?” he grunts out, surprising you. you list out your old jobs and hand over the resume that you brought. he gives it a once-over before tossing it into the trash can next to him.

“oh i needed that ba-” he holds a hand up and you shut your mouth. you don’t say anything as he leans back in his chair.

“you’ve got potential, (y/n).” he nods, “but… i don’t really want to pay anyone and it doesn’t seem like we really need the people all that much.” he shrugs.

you start to panic, reaching out and grabbing his hand, “please, mr. pines. i really need this job.” you beg and you watch him think for a couple minutes before smiling.

he clears his throat, “you know what, sweetheart? come back after the shack is closed, then we’ll talk about a job.” he stands up, your hands falling back to your sides, and you realize how much taller he was than you, how much more intimidating he was.

you pause to think, but realizing you have no other choice, “sure, i guess i’ll be back around 10 then.” he opens the door, but takes up most of the exit. you squeeze out from around him.

“i’ll see you then, sweetcheeks.” you feel eyes on your ass as you leave the shack. unfortunately, time goes by quickly and you’re back at the mystery shack. your stomach turns, warning you to make the right choice. you quietly go inside and notice that only the lights in stan’s office were on.

you fumble through the shop to the closed door. “hello?” you knock. mr. pines calls out for you to come in. you enter and you see him sitting on his desk, waiting for you. you clear your throat, “hi mr. pines.” he quirks an eyebrow at you and gets up. you force yourself to not back away as he comes closer to you. he walks past you and closes the door. you hear the quiet click of the lock and you feel chills go down your spine. alarms start going off in your head as he goes back and collapses into the chair. he leans back in his chair, groaning.

“so, you want a job here?” stan raises an eyebrow. you nod, “hmm… maybe i can help you, dollface.”

you let out a sigh in relief, “thank you so much, mr. pines. i’ll do anything, i really need this job.”

“anything, huh.” he nods with a smirk. you nod, eagerly.

“i’ll scrub walls, wash your car, or work from open to close! i will do literally anything!”

“you don’t have to do anything like that, sugarpie” you tilt your head, suddenly hearing the pet names. “you’ll just have to do a small little favor for me.” you don’t respond, hoping he’d explain. he gestures for you to come closer. you walk over to his desk and he turns the chair to face you. “kneel down for me.”

you awkwardly giggle, “what?” mr. pines looks at you with an expression you couldn’t read.

“kneel down.” he stands up, you feel your heart drop. stan pines towers over you and grabs a fistful of your hair. he pushes you down and you yelp as your scalp stings. you try to crawl away, but he doesn’t let go of your hair. he uses one hand to unbuckle his belt and let his pants drop. his cock hangs, big and girthy. your eyes go wide.

“mr. pines. please, don’t. i don’t want to do this.” you beg, feeling the panic rise and tears start to well up in your eyes. he looks down at you with a smirk, but let’s go. you scramble up and back against the wall. he sits back down, nonchalantly.

“fine, you can leave, sweetheart.” he shrugs. you back away quickly, hoping to get out of the office as fast as possible. “but…” you pause as your hand touches the doorknob, “you need me, baby. suzie told me about you: new girl with no job, relentless landlord, and not a single friend in town.” he laughs, deep and unsettling.

“fuck. you. i’m going to the cops and i’ll tell them what you did.” you turn and glare, voice dripping in malice. you twist the doorknob, planning to get the hell out of the place.

he stares at you, a smirk resting on his face. you felt frozen in place. “and what then? the people of gravity falls know me, toots. they know of my… reputation. they’re gonna tell you that you should’ve known better. i mean,” he barks out a laugh, “you came to the mystery shack after hours to see me. you should’ve known.” your hand drops from the doorknob. you stare at your feet. “i could help you, (y/n). i’ll pay you good money as long as you meet my requests.” you look up, tears dripping down your face, and stan smiles. he gestures for you to come closer. you, reluctantly, come back to stand in front of him. you make sure to keep your eyes away from his undone pants.

“what-what do you want me to do?” you sniffle. with surprising gentleness, he grabs your hand and helps you to your knees. he cups your face, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“all you have to do is do what i say. it’s a win-win situation, toots.” you start to feel yourself going numb. his hand leaves your face and he leans back. you inch closer, carefully placing your hands on his thighs. you move one hand up to gingerly wrap it around his cock. you hear him grunt at your touch and your vision starts to blur as your tears flow harder. you steady yourself on his thigh and stroke his dick.

stan groans, but you hear more irritation than arousal. “you don’t have to be so gentle, sweetheart. it won’t bite.” he growls. you swallow back the bile rising in your throat and tighten your grip a little more. with each stroke, stan’s grunts progressively louder. you watch as pre-cum leaks from his tip and feel his dick get harder with every stroke. but as you feel his thighs tense, stan grabs your hand.

“come closer.” he rasped. you inch closer, “i need you to open your mouth, sweetheart.” you hold back a gag and shake your head. stan grabs you by the chin and pulls you closer, you tighten your lips. stan chuckles before letting go of your chin to pinch your nose. your eyes widen, unable to think or breathe. you open your mouth to take a breath and stan lets go of your nose to shove two fingers into your mouth. you gag around his thick fingers, “you are just so beautiful, dollface, i can’t wait to use you every day.” he whispered and you feel a sudden wave of heat in your lower belly. he pulls his fingers out and you try to look away, but stan’s hand tangles itself in your hair. your eyes trail down from his face to his other hand, gripping his thick cock.

“wait-” you choke out, but stan pulls your head forward and plows himself into your mouth. he moves your head frantically, you choke and gargle as saliva and pre-cum drips down your throat and face. tears flow freely from your eyes as you were used as a worthless sex toy. you can feel yourself getting wetter and you feel disgusted.

“oh god, sugar, you feel so good. so. fucking. good.” he groans out, punctuating each word with a rough thrust. you could feel the tip of his dick almost going down your throat. you could see black spots dancing in your vision and you hit stan’s thighs, praying for a reprieve. you swallow around stan’s cock, trying to bring yourself back to consciousness, and stan moans. “oh, fuck,” stan’s hips stutter and he pushes your head down. your nose hits his springy, gray, pubic hair and you can feel his cock pulse as he cums down your throat. his hand loosens from your hair and you lurch backwards, gagging at the leftover taste of his bitter, salty, hot cum. you stumbled to the ground, leaning back against the wall, with your knees pressed to your chest.

“oh god, oh god.” you sob. stan gets up, pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. he gets his wallet out and tosses forward a couple hundred-dollar bills. “consider this your signing bonus.” he pulls something out of his drawer and tosses a contract in front of you. “once you sign this, you’re a full-time mystery shack employee.” he walks to the door and opens it to leave, but looks back at you, “you’re a good lay, toots. i’ll see you tomorrow at 6. don’t be late.” he turns and walks out, leaving you shivering and humiliated.

[kotatsudotme]

Blinkies for Sites and Applications

Specifically ones that can be helpful with plurality!

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[wszczebrzyszynie]

oc mini comic about names and things

for context, inna is a name used in ukraine but in polish "inna" just means different

[originalartblog]

does this count as angst or

companion piece for this Storm Bringer AU here

[guujikaroko]

JP Paimon is like, so rude compared to EN Paimon it cracks me up.

For starters, her usual second person pronoun is オマエ (omae). This is standard for rude/direct characters in anime, so it might not sound that bad, but in real life, this could easily get you in a fistfight. And she never changes it for anyone, no matter how important they are.

Also, zero honorifics. She calls anyone by name. No さん (-san), no 殿 (-dono), no 様 (-sama), nothing. Just the name and name alone. The only one that gets the honor is Diluc... Or ディルックの旦那 (Master Diluc), as she calls him.

She's also kind of foul-mouthed, lmao. You know how Paimon calls Venti "Tone-Deaf Bard"? Well, in JP it's 吟遊野郎 (Bard Bastard). No hesitation whatsoever.

And you know what? I wouldn't have her any other way.

[communistkenobi]

Cis women will almost always be fine with being called dude/bro and people sure do love to weaponise that fact when transgender women don't like it. How do they not see the one big factor that makes it different

this + also the constant “soft” misgendering people do with trans women by deliberately using they/them and other gender neutral language for trans women. even if you completely convince everyone that “dude” is gender neutral it’s still downstream of the fact that people will go out of their way to not use feminine terms for trans women, including using gender neutral language (often under the guise of being progressive and “not assuming anyone’s gender”) as a cover to clock trans women in public and police their gender presentation

[vintrage]

nothing but respect for MY aegon

[acidkoipond]

Butch Logan

Because I can :) 🐈‍⬛

[rodlaveraryna]

carlos alcaraz + history has its eyes on you (from hamilton) us open 2022 final // wimbledon 2023 final // roland-garros 2024 final

[rwnjun]

neil josten. 19. starting striker palmetto state foxes exy. PSU math ‘11. he/they.

[soath]

Haven’t seen it mentioned but the last exhortation by Zathuda to Fearne (“burn what thy will burn and take what thou wilt from the ashes”) uses the familiar thou. Although it gets coded as stuffy and old-fashioned now, thou/thee was the historical informal English pronoun, the equivalent of tú in tú/usted dichotomy or du in du/Sie. He’s getting linguistically informal, as if they finally know each other.

[dinoserious]

what the