#otherwise simply be yourself be kind and don't hurt others and you're welcome here

[allysketches]

what's ur opinion on TERFs

not welcome in this blog or anywhere near me in general, in fact, if I see someone like that interacting with my posts it's an automatic report/block.

but I understand the ask and I must make it clear that I want nothing to do with that vile woman who shall not be named as I stand for everything that she's against, and since I can't simply delete her from reality (or send her to prison, since, frankly, that's where she should be) the least I can do is be vocal about it.

it pains me and saddens me deeply that this beloved story that has been for so long a refuge to many people, especially those of marginalised groups and minorities that saw themselves in some aspect of this fantastical world, despite its flaws, and felt empowered by its positive themes - friendship, acceptance, belonging and its power to triumph over evil and hatred - turned out to be written by this terrible, hateful, egotistical person that is now actively harassing and persecuting one of these marginalised group non-stop and with seemingly no consequences... it would be ironic if it wasn't utterly tragic and didn't have very real consequences to very real people.

this simply isn't something we can overlook. she is using her influence and her money to hurt people, and the more she gets the more evil she'll do. trans people's lives have to come first, so above anything, support them, amplify their voices, do what you can. I, for a while now, no longer consume or support anything officially hp, the movies, the books, licenced merch, bc under no circumstances I want to support this woman, whatever small the difference may be at the end of the day...

and, for this same reason, I heavily debated for a long time if I should even post anything hp related to begin with and why I ultimately decided to. I saw how the fandom reclaimed this story and characters and made it their own, working with passion and creativity to transform this universe, each making small differences for the better, to give it more depth, make it more unique, more personal, diverse and inclusive - from short headcanons, to gigantic fics - and so I thought that maybe that's what matters: this collective transformative power, building a wonderful, welcoming community for everyone. adding your own voice to a conversation but also listening to others. going against whatever the creator thinks or wants, in favour of your peers.

it is an admirable thing to love something and not only be capable of acknowledging its flaws, but to try to make it better. 

and for those that grew up comforted by this story, and realised, because of it, that you were not alone, that there is a place for you, that you could be truly yourself and be loved for it: all of this still stands true, nothing that that woman says or does can destroy that, you already yield the power of this message and the meaning of it lies with you, not with her. we can't let the bigots win.

[loveyourlovelysoul]

Your words are very comforting on my worst days, so first I just want to thank you for taking the time 💕

On some of my worst days I feel so undeserving of them and the mercy they hold. I did a monstrous thing as a child and where I have been deeply working on it through shadow work, some days I feel just so damn unworthy of kindness and understanding. What I did was morally reprehensible, and I never did it again but it haunts me. I've come to terms with it and even came to accept it and forgive myself, but it still hurts.

I keep telling myself 'I am capable of monstrous things but I am not a monster' but on these kind of days my mantra falls flat and holds no panacea for me.

Are there any techniques or advice on how to work through my intrusive thoughts? I appreciate anything but understand if otherwise, I am grateful for your just listening to me cry.

Hey :)

First of all, Idk what monstruous things you did as a child (or what you were made believe by people or by your mind/memory that was so monstruous and morally reprehensible: I honestly dunno about it so forgive me if I am telling you something that doesn't resonate, but at times it happens that something we did in our past, especially as children, may feel even heavier/worse than how it actually was as it is made bigger through our emotions of that time and how guilty we felt or how we were reprimanded), but I do understand that you still feel guilty and unworthy because of it. It's what this type of traumas are about: they're hard to overcome in our emotions and minds and it's totally normal to still have bad days, experience fallbacks and feel so unworthy and undeserving.

What can I suggest you (depite I am not a professional figure or anything, so please only take as resonates) is to give yourself more time to accept yourself and give yourself closure about what happened (that inner wound of you having made such a "big unforgivable/unsolvable mistake" feels still so open in you and I am sorry cause you really don't deserve it). Give yourself love, welcome your child self and forgive them too cause very likely they didn't know what they were doing or they didn't feel it was as bad or... whatever else. Sadly we cannot change our past, we did what we did, no matter of what kind it was we had our reasons that very likely our adult self can't remember, but we can change how we look at it and show the kindness and understanding we receive from others to our child self too, especially if they didn't feel it back then. Especially if they weren't aware of what they were doing or of the consequences it had (both if they were made worse by others' reactions or not). You're not a monster ofc, and to be honest everyone is able to do terrible things on this Earth: look at what is going on in the world right now. You're not a bad person for having done something bad once, even more if you weren't aware of its true nature beforehands (or you simply felt it wasn't that bad and wanted to try for any reason, even others pushing you to do it).

Maybe you can try and show even more forgiveness to yourself by giving/gifting yourself something on your good days, but even more on your bad days: make yourself a cup of tea or a nice meal (hopefully I'm not triggering you here), do anything you like, go for a walk to relax, make your bed nicely, take a nice bubble bath, hug yourself/put on lotions... at first it may feel uncomfortable as your mind may tell you that you not deserve so much attention and love, but honestly you do. Go slow anyway and do not force it if at times you cannot make it cause the guilt is too much to bear with. Be open about your feelings, even those that hurt. Maybe journal about them if it can help you let them out and put stuff into a better perspective (maybe you can buy yourself a small gift like a pen and a notebook so that you can journal there and doodle too if you like that). You know, as you just told me, you have never done that again and won't ever do it again, so remind yourself that you learned the lesson and that you have already grown apart from that whenever you start spiralling. You now deserve peace of mind and lot of love. I think this impeding memory maybe wants you to focus on your unworthiness (that may get triggered by other events on the daily) more than on that specific event (which may be just a reinforcement cause of how big it still feels in you). Try to remind yourself you're worthy and deserving and lovely anyway even if it seems so impossible. Keep giving love to you. Take care<3

[marshmallowprotection]

Ok, I think I'm ready to give it a try! I saw that matchups were open, so I'd like to request a romantic matchup! I absolutely adore your writing and the way you analyse every detail - you're a huge inspiration to me in terms of writing.

So, I'm a russian bisexual cis girl. I don't think appearance matters much, but I'll write down the basics just for fun! I'm quite short(5'2) in comparison with most of my peers, considering, that I'm 23. I'll be lying if I said that it doesn't bother me, since all my life people were making fun of my height and weight. I was always very short, thin and pale due to bad upbringing. I'm learning to love my body, but it still bothers me from time to time. I have very long deep brown hair (down to my waist) and green eyes. I'm actually quite proud of my hair! It was always my dream to have long hair, but my mom would cut it short each time. She still makes comments about my hair, and that it's 'gross', even though I take very good care of it. I've also been wearing glasses for my whole life, since I was born prematurely and my eyesight is just HORRENDOUS. But it doesn't bother me at all, since I've been living like this my whole life.

Okay... I think that's enough for appearance! As you probably guessed, my familiy's really not the best one out there. And that's putting it lightly. I don't talk about it much now, since I don't live with them anymore and I got over my trauma, but... My childhood was VERY rough. Sadly, it really affected what kind of person I am now, so I'll go over the basics. My mom was extremely abusive: verbally and physically. My dad was always busy at work and she threatened me not to tell him anything, so... I never told about it to anyone. I never cried, since she would get angry at me for 'looking scared'. I used to be proud of that, but now I know how much it was ruining me. Long story short... My dad found out, they divorced and he and took me away. I suppose, that's a happy ending, but I was already 12 at that moment and the damage already has been done. I have some trust issues, although I've gotten WAY better, and I'm still working on myself. Still, it's hard for me to open up, since I'm always expecting the worst and I don't want to be hurt again. There's also some triggers that I have to avoid in my everyday life, but I've learned to deal with them in my own way. Still, they're there, and sometimes they can get the better of me.

My tragic backstory aside, I'd love to share some more positive details about myself! Currently, I'm studying psychology and working part-time at a bakery. I guess my experience with trauma taught me a lot, and so I decided that I want to help people the way, that I wished someone would help me then. Sure, I've managed to heal and move one by myself, but it didn't have to be that way. I want to help people and make them feel heard and understood. I love my work as well! I find something comforting in this kind of routine, but maybe it's just because I enjoy cooking so much. Yeah, cooking is one of my passions! As I mentioned before, I barely ate when I was a child, so now I'm trying to eat as many different things as I can! God, I especially love korean and japanese cuisines! And I'd love to cook for my partner every day. Or, maybe, we could cook together! Although, in terms of intimacy, it's hard for me to be open with someone. Not because I don't want to be close to my partner, but simply cause I have no idea what I'm doing. I was never even hugged as a child. This kind of affection is... foreign to me, even though I do crave it. I totally don't mind physical affection, but my partner would probably have to take the lead at first!

In terms of hobbies... I love writing. Although that's a very personal one, than I keep mostly to myself. Oh, I'm also a huge science nerd! I was one since childhood, haha. Instead of toys, I was always reading some kind of book. My favourites are probably biology and paleontology. I'd absolutely love to share with my partner many random facts about animals or other stuff! People always told me that it's boring and lame, so... It means the whole world to me if someone actually appreciates my interests. Oh, I'd love to watch some nature documentaries and add my own knowledge here and there! I'm also a huge animal lover. When I was a kid, finding a connection with animals was always way easier, then with other kids. Gosh, I used to spend the whole day with a bunch of chickens, haha. Everybody always told me that they're stupid, but I found that they are actually quite smart and caring animals! And it's not just chickens: I've had a tendency of 'taming' street animals, such as cats. Everybody hated them, and called them 'rabid', but... they were just scared. Sure, it always took some time to earn their trust, but I don't mind that at all. In fact, every single animal that I have today has been previously abused or abandoned. I guess... I have a personal connection to them in some way. Nobody wants an aggressive animal and nobody wants to give them a chance. It's not like they WANT to be this angry all the time. I also really want to own a parrot in the future! A cockatoo, to be exact. They are a very difficult bird to own and that's why I'm waiting for the moment, when I will be able to give it the care it needs. It has been my dream for a long time! Now, in terms of kids... I don't know if I'll ever have one, so that's important to consider. And even if I will, I totally don't want to go through pregnancy itself. I'll probably adopt. But... then again, I'm not sure if I ever will. I love kids, sure, but actually raising one... it's such hard work, and I'm not sure if I'll ever be ready for that responsibility. I'm fine with my animals, haha. But, I appreciate someone, who could take me out of my comfort zone from time to time. I have a tendency to chicken out due to my self-doubt, so a small dose of occasional tough love would be welcome. Oh, I'm also currently learning korean! I plan to study there after I finish my degree here, so that's something to think about, haha.

Music is also one of my passions! I'm ALWAYS wearing headphones, so that could probably be annoying, I guess lmao. I listen to pretty much everything: from musicals to pop. Although, I definitely prefer to have some meaning in songs I enjoy. In fact, I tend to overanalyze the stuff I enjoy to ridiculous extend: from music to characters in shows I watch. People often find that stupid, sadly.

My ideal date would be... something, that has a special meaning to us. It doesn't have to be something elaborate or loud. For example, going to the specific place in the park, where we first held hands or something. It sounds ridiculous and cheesy, but... I love to show people I care about just how much they mean to me. And that means finding deeper meaning in everything we do.

Okay, I think that's wayyy to long, but I'm done lmao

I'm very interested in reading your take on things!

I match you with...

Zen!

You've got a passion for what you love. It means a lot to you to lose yourself in the music and imagine all sorts of things. it just makes you feel good inside. Even if others don't understand that you're in a world of your own... it's everything to you. It makes you feel nice and being able to share that with others means that you trust them. And, despite what you've gone through, you've got a positive outlook on life ahead of you, you just want someone that understands your limits and your desires.

The reason why Zen stands out here is that you need someone who understands you. Your love of music is so much like his love of arts and the theatre. When you talk about what makes you happy, he just starts to smile and laugh. He's always wanted to hear someone who is as passionate as he is. He could listen to you for hours. He wants to watch the stars with you and talk about everything and anything at all.

He also empathizes with a parent hating at your looks. He wants you to know that you're lovely and beautiful, even if your parent told you otherwise. It's not true. You've always been lovely. He wants to make you feel special and seen. Think about all those selfies he wants to take with the two of you!

[diorsho]

glimmer in the dark

bingo slot: shaky hands

words: 2.2k

paring: bakugou x reader

warnings: talks about the LOV, nightmares, and death

"I didn’t scream."

"Yes you did, and it was loud too." Y/n snickered. Bakugou frowned, worried that everyone in the dorms had heard him. 

"Whatever. I'm fine." Bakugou looked at his feet and linked his trembling fingers together. She wasn't buying it and walked over to him, sitting down next to him and lacing her own fingers together. The blond male knew her enough to know that what she was doing was meant to comfort herself. Y/N only gripped her hands like that when she was worried or scared. He looked at her before deciding he couldn't meet her eyes and went to stare at the wall instead.

"Said I'm fine. Go back to bed, it's late." He angrily clamped his hands together, small explosions from his quirk filled the silence and the minuscule light the tiny pops caused barely lit the room.

"You can lie to yourself all you want, but you can't lie to me." He could hear the frown in her voice. Bakugou sighed.

"I'm not lying." She untangled her hands and put them behind her, leaning against them. Her kind eyes were on him, studying him. 

"Come on, Bakugou. I know something's up, and you're out of your damn mind if you think I'm letting this go." She let out a frustrated sigh and focused on him. He looked up and turned to face her, eyebrows raised and fists clenched until his blunt nails dug into his palm.

"Well you should cause nothin’s wrong. I'm fine." Bakugou stared at her defiantly, taking her in. She looked different than her normal, her hair was messy and she had pajamas on. Y/n never got ready for bed until she knew everyone in the dorms was doing the same. The sight of her in comfortable clothes made his cheeks heat up and Bakugou hated that he was affected by her presence. He even thought she looked somewhat pretty. 

Bakugou could faintly see the ends of her wet hair, signaling she had taken a shower not too long ago. He could see a faint blush dusting her cheeks as well. He didn't know why but there was something about her that just drew him in. She was always calm and patient with him but also didn’t put up with his shit. Bakugou never thought that this would happen. He didn’t do feelings or relationships. Kirishima and Kaminari would have a field day with this if they ever found out about his little crush.

"Bakugou, please tell me. I know something is wrong. I can see it in your eyes," she pleaded, tiredness dripping from her voice like honey. “And I know it’s hurting you and causing nightmares.” Bakugou ran his hands through his hair in annoyance. She got up from her spot and sat on her knees in front of him, placing her hands on his knees.

"Katsuki, look at me." He couldn't bring himself to look at her eyes, the use of his first name from her not even bothering him. He wanted to look at her but he couldn’t lift his head. Bakugou didn’t wanna seem weak—especially in front of her—but he also knew that he didn’t wanna be scared anymore. "Please. I'm here to help you, and I'm not leaving here until I do." Bakugou raised his head and swore his hands shook more at her close proximity. She tilted her head to the side and moved her legs to get comfortable on the floor. "Katsuki, let me in." She reached for his hands, "I want to help." He let her grab at his warm hands and she smiled and squeezed them to stop his trembling fingers. "Thank you, now please tell me what happened. What happened in your dream Katsuki?" She moved closer, her sweet shampoo flooded his nose. Bakugou huffed and released her hands, inching closer to her by dropping on the ground beside her. Y/N let her hands fall and watched him move.  Bakugou leaned against his bed while crossing his legs. She followed his actions, mimicking his posture. He reached for her hand this time, and she smiled at their intertwined fingers. 

"It was a bad dream." Bakugou said simply. His head hung slightly.

"What happened?" she asked, straight to the point like always.

"I keep reliving that night where those bastards kidnapped me at the camp. I can’t do anything," he sighed heavily and felt her squeeze his hands.

"Katsuki–"

"And then I’m at their hideout and those fucking lowlifes talk about how they want me to join their shitty league." Bakugou was the one who tightened his hold on Y/N’s hands now. If it hurt she didn’t say anything but that only meant he gripped her fingers tighter. "They ask me to help them kill All Might," he inhaled carefully, suppressing the lump in his throat. Bakugou couldn't cry in front of her.

"Katsuki, listen to me–" He interrupted her again.

"No, what do you not get! I’ve been having these nightmares for weeks and they’ve only gotten worse." He was practically yelling at her. “That stupid fucking prick thought I would help them cause my quirk, because he thought that I was evil.” She flinched slightly at his words but didn't move. The incident that happened almost two months ago was still as fresh as a gaping wound. The words seemed to pour out of him. “What would have happened if you guys didn’t show? What if you dumbasses got caught and I was the reason all of us, including All Might, died? What if he died because I wasn’t strong enough.” Y/n squeezed Bakugou’s hand before dropping it before kneeling in front of his crossed legs. She grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. Bakugou’s cheeks seemed to burn in her cool hands.

"I get it, Katsuki. But listen to me, please," she pleaded. "Katsuki," she let out a breath, and rubbed his temples slowly with her thumbs. "It was just a dream. Nobody died and everything worked out. You’re safe. Okay? You’re safe now. You can't let this get to you otherwise Shigaraki wins." Bakugou tried to hold onto her words as she moved pieces of hair behind his flushed ear. “I’m right here, Katsuki. I promise I’m not going anywhere.” Bakugou’s eyes closed almost involuntarily as her words washed over him. It was everything he wanted to hear but was too scared to ask for. He let out a shaky breath as she lightly traced his cheeks with the tips of her fingers.

Bakugou blindly reached his hands behind her and pulled her to him. Y/n toppled on top of him completely but she regained herself. He was hugging her. She moved her arms to rest on the back of his neck. The pair laid against his bed as she moved to straddle him, to get more comfortable in the tangle of shaky limbs. He pushed her body to rest against his, nearly desperate to have her closer. The moment between the two was innocent as Bakugou took comfort in her warmth. He let his hands rest on her waist, gently gripping her, pulling her as close as he could. Head buried in the crook of her neck and she ran her fingers through his hair. His nose brushed against her neck and he felt her shiver at the ticklish feeling. 

"Katsuki, please don't shut me out. I wanna be there for you no matter what,” she whispered, still threading her hands through his hair. He took a shuddering breath, suppressing his sob by biting his lip. The tears still flowed down his cheeks, dampening her shirt but she didn’t seem to mind. Y/n tightened her hold as much as she could. "You'll get through this. I promise. With everyone on your side, with me beside you. I know you’ll get through this." They stayed like this for a while, just holding each other in silence. Bakugou’s hands were no longer shaking as he clutched onto her.

A small thank you could be heard from the boy as he reluctantly let her go. His head hung and he wiped his face roughly against the back of his hand. She let her hands fall to the tops of her thighs and touched his hip lightly. He lifted his head, the white of his eyes were red but he seemed to be a bit better. She smiled at him and he rolled his eyes but still smiled softly.

"You're welcome." Y/N smiled sweetly on his lap. He wiped his hands on his pants and blushed at their position. She seemed to realize that she was still in his lap and coughed before moving off of him to sit on the floor. Bakugou stood up, suddenly embarrassed about how he acted. He looked down at her and offered his hand to help her up. The male saw her eyes glimmer as she took his larger hand in her smaller one. Despite holding her hand many times since she had come into his bedroom, the small act made Bakugou’s heart speed up. She let her hand stay in his as she rubbed small circles on the back of his hand. "Are you okay?" Y/n pushed some fallen pieces of hair behind her ear with her free hand.

"Yeah,” Bakugou whispered. She nodded and let his hand fall from hers. He stared at it for a moment, tempted to grab it again.

"Then my job here is done. Goodnight." She rocked back on her heels once like she didn’t quite want to leave him alone. Bakugou could read her so easily. It was like she was an open book. He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for her to say anything else. She didn’t. He watched as Y/N turned and began walking towards his door and Bakugou felt his heart drop. 

"Wait," he called for her and she turned around quickly, head tilting in curiosity. She hummed in response. "I don't think... I don’t think I wanna be alone right now." She stifled a laugh behind her hand as he blushed in embarrassment. “Can you please stay with me?”

"Katsuki, there's only one bed." Her voice was serious but her cheeks betrayed her.

"I know, it's just I'm–" He was starting to regret his earlier words as his heartbeat seemed to be in his throat.

"I’m joking. I’ll stay, don't get your panties in a twist." She scratched the back of her neck and put her other hand in her pocket awkwardly standing by his door.

"I'm not stupid, it's just... You're you and there are the dumb rules." He tangled his fingers together, gripping his own hands so as to not show his own nervousness.

“Are you trying to insult me now?" she asked. He could make out a tiny smirk in the darkness of his room.

"No but if you’re gonna be annoying about it then just forget I asked." He knew he didn’t mean it. Bakugou knew that if she left right now he wouldn’t get back to sleep. He would just stare at the ceiling and wait until the sun rose. She seemed to know that too because she quietly laughed at him.

"I'm just messing with you!" She walked over to his bed to sit down. Bakugou was confused but then was shocked as he watched her get comfortable on his bed. She giggled and smiled at his unmoving form. He sighed and sat on the edge bed of his bed. “Plus, I don’t care about the rules. I care about you.” He inhaled sharply at her words and she reached for him blindly. Bakugou allowed himself to fall into her grasp.

"Lay down, I won’t bite." She smiled and scooted to the side of the bed closest to the wall to give him more room. Bakugou soon followed after her in the darkness, slightly unnerved that he was in bed with a girl. The pair stared at the ceiling until she sat up to grab the blanket that was thrown near the bottom of his bed to cover both of their bodies. Y/N wrapped her arm around him and sighed softly. 

Bakugou’s body grew rigid as he felt her arm lay against his stomach. He had never been this close with anyone when it came to sleeping. Why was he suddenly so nervous? Sweat gathered in his palms and he worried that he would accidentally activate his quirk. His body tensed again when she rested her head in the crook of his neck like he had done earlier. Bakugou let out a breath in hopes of calming himself.

"Relax," she mumbled into his shirt. He closed his eyes before moving his arm around her to hug her closer as she snuggled into his side. In the passing minutes and the small circles she was tracing on his chest, Bakugou found himself melting into her. His eyes grew heavy with sleep as he struggled to stay awake. 

It wasn’t because he was scared of the nightmares returning, but because he wanted to hold her in his arms for just a little longer.

Sleep won in his tired mind. He fought the lull that accompanied the quiet drift but found that sleep was too tempting. Right before he was completely gone he felt the girl in his arms lightly kiss his chest. “Goodnight, Katsuki. Sweet dreams,” Y/N whispered and he could only hum in return.

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[themadauthorshatter]

WELCOME BACK ONE AND ALL!

Welcome back to MY take on Toppat!Charles, the series that gives you... angst and cliffhangers in every chapter, just like Game of Thrones😅.

In case you haven't read them yet here are links to the first three parts, which I recommend you read because the brief recaps don't do them justice.

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

BRIEF RECAP AND HEADCANON TO FOLLOW FOR THE POST TIME!

After his attack on Burt, Charles has caved and is now open to what Right has to say and vice versa. Henry and Gerneral Galeforce, more Galeforce, have been contacted by the Center for Chaos Containment and offered their men for one Henry Stickmin. Ellie has been good emotional support, but Henry goes against Galeforce and Ellie in order to save his friend.

Got that? Great!👍

So what's the headcanon this week? Well, @triple-threat-toppats and @azuri-the-imperfect-artist have AU's/headcanons that Toppat-ing is in Henry's blood, whether that be biological or otherwise, and we'll be meeting a new character this chapter who ties this all together perfectly😈.

We all good? FANTASTIC!

LET'S DIVE IN!!

We pick up where we left off with Henry outside as a receptionist, of sorts, freaks out that he called, telling everyone on the floor and shouting for an official to take the call.

Through this entire exchange, Henry rolls his eyes at how much of a fan boy the receptionist is, groans that no one can find an official at two' in the moring, and eventually takes a seat and listens as a few mid-ranking officials argue about who gets to talk to him; 10.6 anomaly, he's a pretty big deal to them.

They all fall silent when a man shouts, "Hand 'im over to me."

Henry should be scared, but he's glad that FINALLY someone is on the other end to talk to.

"Mr. Stickmin," says the official. "Nice of you to call."

"Who am I speaking with right now?" Henry asks as he stands up, not at all interested in playing games. (The irony that hit me after I typed that🤦‍♀️😂😂)

The official scoffs, "Not one for banter. I respect that. Son, name's Corporal Bill Bullet, leading official of the Center for Chaos Containment. How can we help you at this hour?"

Henry paces as he continues talking. "You talked to General Rupert Galeforce, right?"

"We did, actually. About you, but you probably already guessed that."

Henry looks back at the toppat orbital station, staring at it as he stays silent. Again, he is not in the mood for games.

Bullet sighs on the other end of the phone. "Guess you calling means you've made you're choice?"

Henry is quiet for a second and swallows a lump in his throat. "What happens if I agree to the terms?"

"Take a guess, kid."

Henry sees flashes of his life if he is in the CCC's custody and groans at the migraine said flashes give him.

"You're quite the interesting person, Henry. Robbing a bank with a bag, breaking out of prison by dogding and throwing bullets before stealinga police car, stealing a diamond by pushing yourself off a bridge, taking down the toppats, and escaping a maximum security complex with barely even a scratch."

Henry bites his tongue as he remembers those moments and their alternative paths INCLUDING the fails.

"But you didn't just get a few scratches, you did? 10.6 is a pretty high rating on our meter. Can't imagine what would happen to a person who causes as much chaos as you."

Henry shakes his head and snaps, "Just tell me!"

Bullet is silent once more, disappointed at how he can't at least tease what is essentially a rabbit walking right into an easily seen trap.

"We'll study the source of your... ability. How one person can live one life before jumping to the next, but existing like he did before that life ended.

"You may be a young man, Henry, but you've probably lived longer and died more than the rest of us put together. Why is that? How, excatly?"

Despite the knot forming in his stomach, Henry nods and hums to let Bullet know he's listening.

"There's also a certain balance to the world, one that shouldn't be bothered, 'less we want to cause A LOT of collateral damage. Lead to a lot of people getting hurt, cause a lot of casualties. You already lost one person you care about. What if you lost all of them?"

Henry gulps as he remembers the complex riot and how a robot was sent to tear down the museum he stole the Tunisian Diamond from.

Any of those people could've easily been Ellie or the General or, if he'd gone down the Toppat route, the entire clan.

Bullet may be manipulating emotionally, but he kind of has a point.

The chaos Henry causes is extremely dangerous, if what we've seen in StD, ItA, FtC, and CtM are any examples. Imagine if he had caused that sort of chaos in a major city, like real world New York or Detroit.

I don't know about you guys, but if something like any of the games happened IRL, all caused by Henry, there would easily be cities flattened to the ground with COUNTLESS fatalities.

"Helloooo? You still with me, Mr. Stickmin?"

Henry snaps out of his stupor and takes a deep breath before talking again. "Promise me you'll help. I want your honest word."

"Which I'll stay good on as long ad you keep your end of the bargain," Bullet retorts. "A quarter of our forces at your disposal to help you get your friend back as long as you turn yourself in to our facility. Deal?"

Henry is silent again, but when he speaks again, he tries something:

"Will I still talk to anyone outside? Send them any letters?"

"Not really. Think the government would handle our research well? Or what you can do?

"Last chance, deal or no deal?"

Henry stares up at the sky, counting the stars and moon, and then watches orbital station drift across the sky, covering part of the moon.

"Sir, we have a situation!" Someone yells on the other end.

Bullet does one if those angry growls or snarls. "Don't keep me waiting on your answer, Henry. Our resources are limited, too. Make your decision and call me back the second you do."

"Sir-"

"I'M COMING!"

The call ends and Henry lets out a sigh as he drops to his knees and then hugging them to his chest, shaking and now doubting whether or not he's making the right choice.

Unbeknownst to him, however, Ellie had followed him when he walked out and is struggling very badly with hiding her tears and sobbing from Henry, who is over a few feet away.

JUMP TO SOME FAN SERVICE!!😍🤩

Er, Charles. Jump to Charles. I SAID CHARLES!!!!!

Charles is mostly done showering, mostly because he's done washing and cleaning himself up, even shaving because he looks better without facial hair, and is now simply standing in the shower and letting the water fall on him.

He can't exactly remember how long it's been since he showered last, but he doesn't bother trying to because it only makes him think about how the government destroyers were blown up and anyone who managed to get on the station was killed as a message to the government and Henry and Ellie, and as an example for Charles, in case he gets any ideas.

He keeps thinking about how Henry looked at him before he went unconscious, how Henry did nothing to help him even though HE could've done something. He had before on missions, so what had stopped him then and there?

"I was wondering the same thing," Right says, though Charles doesn't hear him over the water running.

Charles gasps as he slips to the ground and realizes how he's thinking about his friend, forgetting Right was standing on the other side of the wall and curtain to keep an eye on him, just in case.

"N-no," Charles says to who he thinks is himself. "He... He wouldn't just leave me. None of them would."

Right rolls his eyes at this and steps closer to where he's in front of the curtain, though he does grab a towel. "You know, you talk to yourself a lot. 'S kind of freaky."

Charles curls into himself and into the corner of the shower and covers his ears. "Shut up! Just shut up and leave me alone!"

"How long have you been here?" Right asks as he looks up at the ceiling. "And why isn't Henry here to get you out? Aren't you two supposed to be friends?"

"Stop it!" Charles cries, curling into himself further.

Right smirks and decides to twirs the knife. "He helped that Ellie girl, didn't he? When she needed his help? I wonder if what they say is true? Birds of a feather flock together? They're both criminals, so I wouldn't really blame them for teaming up."

"SHUT YOUR STUPID MOUTH!" Charles screams. "YOU'RE WRONG! ALL OF YOU ARE WRONG! HE'S COMING TO SAVE ME, THEY ALL ARE!"

Right's smirk drops and he raises and eyebrow before drawing back the curtain.

Charles flinches back, covering his head and waiting for the strike.

But it never comes.

He looks up at Right, who's standing and giving him a look that says very clearly, 'I'm getting sick of your shit, stop.'

The two stare at each other for a bit, Charles wide eyed and scared before glaring as hard as he can.

Right keeps his bored expression because while he's probably in the best shape he's been in in a WHILE, Charles has lost at least twenty-five pounds and is cowering in the corner of a shower with long hair and clean shaven face; one lesson they teach you: you don't always need a mirror to shave your face.

The two continue their staring contest until Right slings the towel over his shoulder, takes off his top hat, and reaches into the shower with his cybernetic hand and turns off the water, flicking any off his fingers before stepping back and putting his top hat back on, Charles staring the whole time in case Right attacks him.

Right doesn't, of course, and tosses Charles the towel before pointing to a set of clothes hanging behind him and , just something neat but comfortable, not exactly a sweater and sweat pants, but close enough.

He then walks away until he's facing the door, his back to Charles.

"Hurry up and get dressed. Your room's ready."

Charles dries off and does get dressed, but he's careful to not take his eyes off Right.

First this guy got Charles captured and isolated him from everyone else, and now he's letting Charles shower and have his own room?

What's he up to?

Don't worry, he doesn't talk to himself this time.

Charles finishes putting on the clothes Right gave him, and looks at the towel he'd just hung on the hanger that held his clothes. Then he looks at Right, who's back is still turned.

You know EXACTLY where this is going.

Charles takes down the towel, careful that it doesn't hit the wall, and starts twisting it up as he sneaks up to Right, who either looks down at a wrist watch or checks a pocket watch because now he's getting a little bored.

Just as Charles is about to get the jump on him, Right pivots to face him.

"Good. You're done. It took you long enough."

Charles is absolutely speechless as he goes completely pale his face drops.

"Here, let me take that for you." Right pulls the towel out of Charles's hands and unwinds it. "Shouldn't do this to a wet towel. Could get moldy."

Right nods his head as a 'follow me' and leaves the showers.

Charles remains shell shocked for a minute and tries not to burst into tears at how his plan blew up his his face, but ultimately walks after Right, who strides ahead with a smile on his face.

Think Henry got away with that call? Weeeeeeeelll...

CUT TO THE GOVERNMENT

Galeforce SLAMS his hands on his desk, making Henry jump slightly in his chair and Ellie flinch against the wall, her arms crossed and shoulders hunched.

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!? ACCEPTING THE DEAL MADE BY THOSE NUTJOBS!? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?"

Henry's sign is sloppy and fast, but the general still understands it. 'Wanted Charles safe.'

"So do we, Henry, but not by selling one of our best!"

Henry shakes his head and signs again, this time more clearly. 'You can't make me change my mind.'

Ellie speaks up after being silent for so long: "Henry, think about what you're doing."

'Already did. Made up my mind.'

"Son, it's not worth it."

Those words hit Henry harder than they should, making him grit his teeth.

"Trust me. Those CCC guys are nothing but trouble. We can't accept their help."

Henry shoots up to his feet. "I DON'T CARE!" He screams. "CHARLES IS TRAPPED IN SPACE WITH NO ONE TO HELP HIM AND IT'S MY FAULT HE'S UP THERE TO BEGIN WITH, SO LET ME FIX THIS!"

No one talks as Henry pants, falling back into his chair and holdong his head in his hands, pulling slightly at his hair and shaking.

"It's all I can think of doing. It's our only option. I can't think of anything else."

Ellie and Galeforce exchange glances before turning back to Henry, who leans heavily on one hand or arm as he meets their gaze.

"You're sure you know what you're doing?"

Henry looks at them both for a moment while not speaking before nodding slowly. 'I can't think of anything else. The corporal hung up before I could say yes. Someone talked about a 'situation.''

Ellie and Henry stare at each other, the former more puffy eyed than she was last night because this could very well be the last time she sees her friend.

She doesn't want him to leave, but if it's really his choice, who is she to not support him after all he did to help her?

"When do you-"

'I'm going in to visit later. Called back and told them I'd gove my answer AFTER I talked to someone.'

Both look at him incredulously.

"Talk to who?" Galeforce asks as he turns his head to look at Henry through the corner of his eye.

Henry takes in a deep breath through his nose and holds either of his hands at the top of his head, raising them up and down, gesturing a top hat to them.

BACK TO CHARLES

Right leads Charles to the room and watches him walk inside and look around, almost confused because it's been so so long since he'd last been in a normal bedroom. And because there's a chance this could all be a trick.

"Been a while since you had a decent room. Prob'ly nicer than what you're used to."

Charles takes a seat on the bed and keeps his head down, confused and tired of Right's games.

"You don't really believe Henry's gonna save you, do you? It's been a while since the last destroyer was sent and the government has more pilots. You military people are pretty easy to replace. You are just a pilot, after all."

Charles keeps his head down and lets his hair hang; it's obviously grown longer and Right gave him a razor but no scissors.

"Why are you doing this?" Charles asks. "What do you want from me?"

Right fights a smile and approaches Charles, taking a knee infront of him and waiting for the pilot to acknowledge him, which Charles does by picking up his head and meeting his eyes.

BACK TO THE CCC HEADQUARTERS!!!!!

Henry is being led by four guards and Bill Bullet. He hasn't gotten a lot of sleep, but he's good at not showing it.

"Weird request to visit someone before you make your decision. Usually we don't allow visitors." Bullet turns and sees Henry keeping up behind him, zoning out slightly but snapping out of it when he sees him looking. "You're not as talkative as you were on the phone the other night."

'Only way to contact you,' Henry signs.

Bullet smirks a little bit. "You deaf in one of your ears?"

'If I need to, I'll talk. Otherwise, I'll sign. Now where is he?'

Bullet sighs stops at an acrylic wall, seeing a doctor talking to a man.

Henry bristles slightly before calming himself back down.

"Guessing you two haven't talked in a while. I love reunions."

Henry narrows his eyes at Bill and gestures to the room. 'Private?'

"Enough. Don't worry, we won't listen in." Bill then grabs Henry by his jacket lapel and shoves him against the wall, catching the attention of doctor and occupant. "But I'm warning you right now," Bill growls as he leans close to Henry's face. "Try anything funny while you're in there, and I'll make you regret ever being born."

Henry nods and Bullet backs off him, letting him collect himself as the doctor walks out.

"Sir? He's done with his tests. His vitals and mental state are stable. He's also ready to see his visitor."

Bullet sweeps a gesture to the door. "He's all yours, Mr. Stickmin."

Henry nods and enters the room, his eyes on its occupant.

The two stare at each other for a bit, taking in each other's features.

"Hello, Henry."

The man in this room used to be moderately fit, and a REAL charmer, but years spent in the CCC's facility have taken their toll. He's gotten skinnier, his face is wrinkled and sunken in, and his hair, while it's slightly longer than Henry's, is greying and becoming thin. He doesn't look terrible by any means, but he has definitely seen better days.

He has cybernetics for both his arms and one leg, along his spine, neck to tailbone, and in part of his jaw. Where his left eye used to be, the eyelids are closed and flat; he's not even allowed to have a glass eye.

Being overthrown by Reginald Copperbottom, both literally and figuratively, forever left him with a permanent reminder.

The two stare at each other for a little while longer before Henry replies to the notorious worst leader in the toppat clan's history.

"Hi, Dad."

The two continue staring, Henry shuffling in place and Terrence rubbing his neck.

Henry signs, 'How is it here?'

"A hell hole. Nothing to do, no one to talk to, and you only get something when they say you can. Other than that, it's peachy."

Terrence's eye darts to the guards and Bill before moving back to Henry. "Guess what they said was true. You're actually coming here so you can save your friend."

"Yeah," Henry replies after a second.

I know I'm putting in a lot of pauses, but these two don't even send letters to each other, so sharing a room and having a conversation for them is awkward and extremely uncomfortable.

Back on track, Terrence scoffs at Henry's line of thinking, commenting, "And I thought these doctors were crazy. Let me guess: Reggie decided to take something from you because you took something from him? He always was a child."

'Reginald's been in prison since I arrested him.'

"You arrested him?" Terrence repeats as he stands. "The leader of the toppat clan, the most infamous group of bandits and thieves, and you just turned him in to the government? Why didn't you join him, you would've been perfectly fine!"

'Right hand man has my friend, I need to get him back. That's why I'm here.'

Terrence puts his hands on his face and groans. "No. Do not tell me I'm hearing this." He meets eyes with Henry, who nods with a shrug.

"You broke out of prison with a bar from your own cell, stole a diamond on a scooter, and escaped a maximum security prison, but you arrested the leader of the toppat clan, the son of a bitch of did this to me-" Terrence holds his arms out to gesture to his cybernetic body. "- and gave him to the government, but didn't see his lap dog wanting to settle the score or even the odds with you!?"

'A lot goes through my head on missions, okay!?'

Terrence nods, humming cheekily. "I'll bet. Think it would've gone better if you'd used that gun you had? We both know he wasn't going to do anything."

Henry sees himself charging at Right rather than throwing away his gun, but signs back, 'You don't know what he would've done. You haven't seen him.'

Terrence points to a tv in the corner of the room, one right next to the camera. "Saw how he got an upgrade. You can groom and pamper a dog all you want, its bark will still be worse than it's bite."

Henry spots Bill talking to the guards before waving at him and tapping on his wrist, more specifically on a watch. 'Don't take long.'

"Saw their orbital station, too. Like hell you're getting your friend out of space. And like hell sunglasses over there is gonna let you out of his sight if you're serious about that deal."

Henry looks Terrence directly in the eye and nods. 'I know.'

Terrence's face drops as Henry continues.

'During the mission, I hesitated because I was scared he'd kill Charles, my friend. I helped the government by giving them plans, but nothing worked. This is my last option. You are my last option. You weren't around then to tell me what to do, but I need you now because for once I have everything I could ever want, and I'm about to lose it all for being a coward. I know you're not going to like it, or even care, but I just need you to be here when they bring me in. Just be there and tell me I did enough for once, when you're really around. That's all I need right now.'

It's this that makes Terrence drop the "tough loving father" act and makes him realize that this is for real. This is not his son saying, "I made a mistake, fix it for me." This is his son telling him that this is his plan and he needs support to know he's doing the right thing.

Henry is extremely shaky because this is something he does not do with his father. They aren't usually open with each other, as in they do get emotional; toxic masculinity at its finest... and daddy issues.

Regardless, Henry collects himself before signing again.

'I'm going to agree to the terms. If they can send a piece of the ground to space or erase the universe, then they can help me. It's all I can think of doing that'll work.'

Terrence is quiet for a moment, looking at Bill and the guards as they gossip about something before turning back to Henry.

"Are you absolutely sure about this?"

Hebry nods. 'It's all that I can think of that's going to work. Again, if they can send a chunk of land of space or erase the universe, then they can help me.'

Terrence steps back and shakes his head.

"You're going to die here. You know that, right? I'm telling you now it's not worth it."

Henry's face drops.

"Look, I get it. You never were good at keeping friends, but, Henry, I'm telling you, just let this guy go. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life locked in a cage?"

Henry shakes his head as he signs. 'No, but I'm not going to abandon my friend like you abandoned us.'

"I had a clan to run, Henry!" Terrence snaps. "I wanted you to stay, have an easy life, but no. You two just ran off on me!"

'Just because something's easy doesn't always make it right,' Henry signs. He begins signing something else, but stops before continuing. 'Look. I'm accepting the terms. I wanted to tell you now ao you're not disappointed later.'

Henry holds up a hand in farewell and turns to leave, ready to get back to the base and start forming a new plan.

"Henry?"

He turns to see Terrence staring once again, but also sees his throat bobbing, like he's coughing or about to be sick.

"Good... Good luck. Getting your friend back."

Henry's eyes widen and he shakily nods. 'Thanks.'

The two stare at each other like before, but this time they slowly advance towards one another, maneuver their arms until they're in an admittedly awkward, uncomfortable, but welcome embrace; again, emotion is not their strong suit.

"You're going to regret it. Turning yourself in. Life's for living, and you're throwing it away."

Henry pulls back and waves 'goodbye' once more and leaves the room.

"Took you long enough," Bill says as Henry rejoins him. "Have a nice visit?"

Henry narrows his eyes.

"Well, you got your visit. Hope you know how to get into that station."

Henry takes one last look at his father before nodding.

'The terms-'

"Same as advertised," Bill interrupts. "A quarter of our forces as long as you come quietly so we study your ability."

'AFTER my friend is rescued and safe.'

Bill waves him off. "Fine, yes. After your friend's back home and safe." He holds his hand out infront of him and Henry. "What do you say, Henry? Do we have a deal?"

Behind the acrylic, Terrence watches the two of them, his hands against the wall and his eyes on his son.

Henry keeps his eyes on Bill's hand before looking into his eyes. With a mental push, he claps his hand into the corporal's and shakes it, nodding.

"Deal."

Terrence bumps and shakes his head against the wall. "You idiot," he murmurs. "What are you doing?"

AND THAT'S A WRAP ON PART 4!!!!! Oh my goodness, did I enjoy writing this one! A lot of twists and turns and opportunities to just leave you all hanging, I'm not even joking. I haven't really written manipulation or character dynamics like Henry's and Terrence's before, and I think I did pretty well.

Again, check out @multiverse-madness and @azuri-the-imperfect-artist for their Terrence Suave AUs because they are both amazing artists and, honestly, do better with the character than me.😅

For real, all of you, thank you, thank you, thank you, so much for your patience with this one. Like I said in my update post, I have a lot going on in my personal life and just couldn't get in a good creative mindset to do this.

I know we didn't see a lot of Charles this time around, but that's gonna change in Part 5😈

ANYWAY, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed, and HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!!!!

[phantaloon]

imma block you in a bit but i hope you read this before that

some lesbians do like dick seen by the use of dildos and strap ons, it's as simple as, oh well, you'd rather not use a dildo?? that's fine, it's up to you! still, you can't shame lesbians (or women for that matter) who enjoy penetrative sex and cast them out of the wlw community, it's just a sex preference

the thing terfs don't fucking get is they don't have to date a trans woman, like no one's threatening you to date a trans woman, if their physiology is not your preference, i mean, it's kinda shitty, it's literally just a penis, but you get to say you don't feel comfortable and not date them, is it transphobic? a bit i guess, but you're still in your freedom to decide whether you're willing to be with a woman who comes with package included, but oh well, some wlw don't care about this stuff (like me) and would date a trans woman because she's a woman despite having a dick so what if she has a dick, you know??

so like i was saying, no one's forcing you to date and be into trans women, if you like pussy fucking go for it, it's just not being a piece of shit to trans women (and men) being fucking transphobic by refusing to use their preferred pronouns and identity, it simply makes you a shit human being for blatantly refusing to treat another human being with respect, and purposefully treating them a way that makes them uncomfortable, upset, and hurt, by calling a trans man "your sister" or a trans woman "a man" you are a shit human being, trans women are women, trans men are men, fucking period, bodily physiology and anatomy doesn't define gender, like it's so fucking simple to simply accept that a person with a penis can be a woman or a person with a vagina a man, what's so fucking hard to understand, you don't have to engage sexually with either of them, but my god just stop being a piece of shit and purposefully misgendering trans people and erasing their identity

if you can't bring yourself to treat another human being with respect simply because they're trans and you don't feel comfortable so now you're a "rad fem" that's just a cuter name for terf, go to fucking therapy and find out why you can't accept basic human rights and treat others with respect, kindness and love they deserve, and why you're transphobic, and just fucking stop it, you're not part of the wlw or queer community until you can accept that trans people deserve your fucking respect and that trans women are fucking women and trans men are fucking men, you don't have to understand how it feels to be trans, or why people are trans, you just have to learn to be a decent human being and refer to people as the gender they feel most comfortable identifying as :)

just so we're clear, for the last time, trans women are women, trans men are men, if you treat them otherwise, you can fuck off to hell and away from the sapphic and queer communities, you are not welcome here, trans people are the reason we have the queer freedom we have nowadays, it's all thanks to them, so see what the fuck is wrong with you and then come back <3

fuck you, and fuck off from my blog, terfs are not welcome here :)

a terf liked a post i made about girl in red about a year ago and like, i had to go edit it cause, you can't be a terf and enjoy girl in red, your rights to enjoy lesbian music (and be part of the wlw community) are revoked if you can't accept trans women <3 also i refuse to let dni interact with this blog