#pretty sure cw is content and tw trigger

[orange-artblog]

tw for. a gun (& a little bit of blood) (dont click if u dont like that!)

NO DREAM PUT THAT AWAY WE‘LL GRT DEMONETISED 😭🙏😱😱

(drwam by jokublog)

[temporaltourguide]

now to crop all of these and be unable to post most of them today

[angel-of-the-moons]

Need Steven with a freak. Let’s say he’s been dating this girl for a while and he’s ready to take it to the next step. He’s super worried he’ll make you all uncomfortable and stuff when he asks but the next thing he know he’s being ridden till the break of dawn

(I’m ovulating I am so sorry-)

OMG SAMESIES AND I. AM. ✨FERAL✨ RN

Please

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Smut, just smut af, protected sex (implant), oral sex (m!receiving) creampie, overstimulation

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: This lil dress here is what I had in mind for the outfit in the start. (I'm a sucker for sunflower patterns)

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It had to be tonight. He just couldn't take it anymore. None of them could.

But Steven was the worst about his urges. He felt awkward and worried it would chase you away, the first girlfriend he ever got to finally have; all the others didn't understand his... Problems.

Problems he later learned were triggered by Marc (and in some cases, Jake), but you? You took them in stride, like a duck to water.

The moment he first saw you, his breath had been sucked right out of him. Marc and Jake went dead silent, too.

It was a gloomy, dreary day; the rain coming down in heavy droplets, casting a grim light down on the London streets.

But there you were, walking around the museum, looking at exhibits and scribbling notes in your tiny notebook with oh, so many post-its sticking out, fattening the tiny book until it looked close to bursting.

You were the only ray of sunshine on that day, your yellow dress that hugged your body just right, little sunflowers covering the fabric. Your hair done just the right way to accentuate your face as your eyes studied each artifact and bauble you saw.

To say the boys were instantly smitten was an understatement.

It took weeks of bumping into you to work up the courage to talk to you, and it was only when you came in to buy a rather dinky looking scarab plushie in the gift shop. It's this conversation where he finds out you're in school, trying to become an archaeologist and historian.

Steven's dream girl, and he had hearts in his eyes at every word you spoke.

He couldn't help but blubber out a request for a date, and you agreed.

The rest... History in the making.

You'd been dating for two months, but already he could feel the pull of urges he didn't necessarily indulge in often.

Sure, he, Marc and Jake could indulge in it themselves, trying to take the edge off. But sometimes it felt like the more he indulged in it, the more intense his fantasies got.

He simply couldn't keep tugging his cock for momentary relief anymore, imagining it was your soft hand, your mouth, your tits or something else wrapped around his cock that had him practically drooling: your sweet cunt.

But tonight? Tonight was the night. He was afraid to bring it up because he didn't want you to feel like he was moving too fast; and he could barely function when you admitted you were a little surprised he waited so long. (And teased him a little for how sometimes he just wasn't stealthy when trying to conceal a surprise boner.)

You'd told him that you thought about him too, and that you were more than willing to let him indulge.

But it was from there that you found out that Steven had never actually been intimate with anyone. Jake and Marc had, yes. But poor Steven has just never had the luck.

And that's how Steven found himself in this precarious situation, you on your knees, your pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock as you bobbed your head so sweetly, tongue laving around his length, hollowing and sucking your cheeks with every drag, tracing the vein that ran up the side of him.

He couldn't stop with the babbling praises, the sweet petting in your hair.

Honestly, if you knew he was this weak? You'd have jumped his bones a lot sooner. Probably after the fourth or fifth date. It was rare you found someone who was intellectually a joy to talk to (not excluding Marc and Jake) who was so handsome and sweet to you.

One hand was thrust down into your panties, playing with yourself, dress hiked up so you could have better access as you continue sucking him off, the lewd sounds coming from both of you more suited to a pornography than the quiet air of his flat.

You could feel your orgasm cresting already, but you knew that you didn't want to just cum on your fingers like you had so many times before, you wanted to feel Steven inside of you and god did you want to drain him for everything he had.

Steven made a whine, babbling your name again.

"L-luv, I'm--I'm gonna--ugh--"

He couldn't even get the sentence out before you felt him spill down your throat, his hips bucking suddenly you gagged, carefully adjusting so you didn't choke as he pumped his load into your greedy mouth.

Well... you weren't surprised he didn't last very long...

He immediately started rattling off apologies that had you giggling.

God damn, you were going to enjoy draining him. Maybe Marc and Jake, too.

The blush that spread up to his ears made him look absolutely adorable.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--" He stammered out, covering his face. "In--in your mouth, I--"

With the fluid grace of a cat you climb into his lap, straddling him.

You cup his cheeks and kiss him softly, before pulling away.

"You're alright." You assure him, peppering his adorable face with kisses.

It's when he squeezes your thighs and ruts up into you, his face buried in your neck that you realize he's still hard.

You bite your lip and kiss his ear.

"Steven, do you want me to ride you?"

"Ohgodsyesplease." He breathes out on a whimper.

You hastily line his cock up with your hole and sink down, taking him in inch by delicious inch until you're stretched beautifully around him.

You tip your head back with a groan. He certainly had girth for days, that was for sure.

"I'm... Already close. Can you help me?" You say, giving him a sweet pout that makes his heart jump up into his throat.

"Y-yes, I can--"

The way he keeps cutting himself off makes you want to cuddle him and cover him with kisses, but at the same time fuck him until his legs go numb.

Maybe you'd do the former later.

You pull his fingers into your mouth and he makes a soft moan when you suck his fingers, swirling your tongue around his calloused digits until you deemed them wet enough.

Then, you guide his hand down your body to your throbbing clit, and show him the rhythm that'd work for you best.

"Try to keep it in time with me, m'kay?" You groan, grinding down on him in one slow, languid movement.

His eyes roll back, but he nods and keeps his fingers over your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves in time with each downward stroke of your hips.

Every bit of him had you aching, from his electric touches to his fat cock spearing you open and fucking your weeping pussy in the best way possible, you kicked yourself mentally again for not bringing up sex sooner.

Steven's cock felt far better inside of you than your fingers or your toys at home. He felt hot, he felt real. And real is what you'd been lacking lately.

Whatever Steven would give you, you planned on taking happily. You would--

Your eyes flutter open when Steven suddenly arches his back and hits you deeper than you expected him to; opening your mouth in a quiet cry, no sound escapes as your orgasm hits you and Steven continues swiping at your clit, fucking you from below as you shudder and collapse on top of him as he continues breathing on the hot embers of your orgasm to keep it going for as long as possible.

"Please." He whines in your ear.

"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease."

"In-inside--" You whimper, biting down on his shoulder, earning a toe-curling moan from him.

"You can do it inside."

He grits his teeth and let's out a hissing cry, veins popping in his neck and forehead as he fucks his spend up into you, his orgasm burning and flaying his nerves raw as he pumps you full.

He drops back onto the cushions of the couch and sofa, breathing hard, desperately trying to drag oxygen back into his lungs.

Reality however, is a cruel mistress and he looks down at where you two were connected.

"Oh, b-bloody hell. I--I didn't--"

"Relax, hon." You giggle, leaning back with one hand braced on one of his knees for support, your other hand trailing lazily down to where his cock still split you open, his cum leaking out around his length. The sight of you sent a dizzying spiral through him.

"I'm safe, promise. I have an implant. Still good for another three years."

The thought that he could keep doing this for three years--

His mind went blank when you grind down on his lap, feeling his cock stir to life despite the fact he was now exhausted.

"L-luv, I... I don't think I can..." He panted desperately.

Your brace your hands on his chest and start bouncing on his lap, grinning wickedly the whole time.

"I'm gonna keep going until I drain you dry, sweetheart. Get comfortable."

The gulp he made was audible in the space you shared, as was the sinful slap of skin on skin.

[philicheesecake]

UL Content Warning Update

Heyo readers!

So I’ve been getting comments and questions about my comics on other platforms, and one repeated question I’ve been getting a lot is: how gory do my comics get?

There’s sort of a long answer to that, and to those who haven’t read the literature version of my book, I won’t spoil these comics. But it does get MUCH darker, and I consider my comics R-rated/Mature and very violent.

But not to fear! The current comic that I’m releasing is one of a series, The Unseen Legion- Issue 1: Trapped in Sheep’s Clothing (TISC). This first issue does have a lot of gore in it, though it is considered pretty mild compared to future installments that will be added to the series. If you’re squeamish and you aren’t sure if you can finish the series, TISC can be read as a stand-alone story once it is finished. Out of the pages that have already been released, it doesn’t get much worse for this singular comic gore-wise. I will include trigger warnings/content warnings for gore and violence as each page is released, so if you can’t handle these things, please block the following tags: #tw gore, #tw violence, #cw gore, #cw blood, #tw blood, #gore warning, #gore, (etc. I’ll try to include as many tags as possible to try to make sure the filters work.)

Please read safely yall! If you don’t think you can handle my comics, it’s %100 ok to stop reading. Take care of yourself first. You know what you can handle, so trust yourself and your limits before continuing reading.

Anywho, thank you all for your support so far and happy reading! ;)

Content warnings:

This SERIES will contain: soft vore, hard vore, fatal vore, nonfatal vore, unwilling vore, willing vore, gore, violence, dismemberment, trauma, graphic digestion, suffocation, blood loss, drowning, fearplay, death, and more

You have been warned.

[angeldustanalog]

hello i am Angel Alog welcome to our twisted mind

lvl 28 shota, he/him, alterhuman kinnie trash

18+ - proship - tw every trigger ever (SH/sui/drugs/abuse/hard kink/violence/etc)

we post a lot of irl kin/fictive relationship nsfw content, have not been sure what to call it. we are tagging this as fictionkink

landmine femboy, polysubstance lover, actual whore.

basically just angel dust irl like completely 2 dimensional nonhuman subhuman not a person no other personality traits or human characteristics just suck dick do drug clean up mess don't even worry about it brooo we're not fucking real✨

xxflutterinax is where we follow from. my 'hard kink' blog is xxfluttertrashx but i don't really use it anymore. both blogs do have older nsfw OC, i have fucked around w a lot of different kinks, if you're interested, or like if you somehow become parasocially obsessed w us and need more material for your wank bank.

you can find basically all of our original posts here and other socials here

property of

@slvttymoth & @queenstellagoetia & @greenportalgoo

content directory + explanation of trigger tags under the cut!! ✨

Directory:

visuals:

'art'

memes and edits

photography

gifs

scripture:

creative writing

shitposts

nonfiction

sexual brokenness:

text

visual

personal:

vent/diary if you want to be gay about it

selfies

lore

kin(?) stuff sans angel dust

angel stuff

hellaverse stuff

off-site lynks:

linktree

Ao3

i do my best to tag triggers on *my own* posts with the 'tw (trigger)' format (or 'cw (trigger)' on occasion) but there will be things we forget to tag right away and go back to tw later, there are times i am posting while intoxicated and won't think about tagging until later, or even things we just miss entirely. we pretty consistently post about things typically considered 'triggering' , so please keep that in mind if you decide to follow.

common themes that i try to give TWs for include trauma/SA/abuse/traumakink/abuse/hard kinks/'icky' kinks/fetishized non-diagetic kink scenarios and dynamics/violence/blood/drugs/sh/sui/unreality/extreme emotions.

please note i ship valdust and steltavia and rickorty irl and not in like, a critical way. so be aware.

this blog was initially for the angel dust hazbin hotel part of my brain (idk exactly what we mean by that im not really sure if its a fictionkin thing or something else) but it seems that is just how i am most of the time now so this the blog we currently are most active on. yes i am mentally ill in case you were wondering and we post about it a lot.

sometimes we post other kintypes/characters whomst i am to whatever degree-related things here, not just Angel Dust and not just Hellaverse. sometimes we sort them by tag, sometimes i don't.

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69 points to anyone who made it this far!! you can redeem them for a neat prize if you save up enough of them :3 byeeeee

[ne0nlightzz]

Don't Forget The Sun | Creepypasta X FTM!Reader

Side note/ A/N: this is my story that i have copied here for those who dont want to go to wattpad in this unfortunate time of ao3 being down[mostly a joke]

Part: INFO

Welcome to "Don't Forget The Sun"

My creepypasta x ftm!reader/self-insert story!!

I hope yall enjoy this story!!

Y/n=Your Name D/n=Dead name H/C=Your hair color E/c = Eye color F/C = Fav color F/A = Fav animal

The reader is written with He/Him pronouns! but please let me know if i should change it to maybe He/They or He/It!

This is the first xreader/Self insert I've ever written so I'm extremely sorry if it's not the best!  

Context: I wrote the reader as a chaotic trans [masc]15-year-old with ADHD, tics and a stutter- he's honestly portrayed as a dorky chaotic dude. I also include the reader being scene/emo/punk but please change that if you don't like that!  

I also forgot this was a xreader haft way through part one[and maye a bit of part two] so that part is a bit more of a 'self-insert' i guess because i believe there's details on like hair color and stuff, but once again please change that if you don't like it or it doesn't fit!  

TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING:

•Cursing/Strong language •Possible g0re[not in detail] •Gender/Body dysphoria mentions •Trans/homophobia/deadnaming [only in the first and second part, really] •Slight mentions of suicide/SH [Not in detail, NEVER IN DETAIL.]

I will always put a TW/CW at the start of the chapter or paragraph that requires one!

Note:

Some characters also address Slender-Man by different names of some variant, mainly because I was torn to make it more true to the manipulative, horrible and all Slender Man or to make it the sorta classic fanfic "SlenderDad"- I ended up doing a hot mess mix that creates an Interesting but pretty good Slender man for this story.

The point of this is to let yall know that he will be addressed by different names and to avoid yall getting confused since I know some aren't used as much as the "classic Slender man/Slendy"

Slenders names in this story: Slender Man, Slender, Slendy The Operator, Boss, The tall man, The no face man

and I'm sure there are many others that's ill end up using throughout this story because I personally love using alternative names for characters when possible!

Fem people can/are welcome to read this but please keep in mind I'm writing this for the ftm/trans/masc/NB/GN ppl rather than for the fem ppl out there. Don't get me wrong, yall are great n I love yall-

but please don't ask me to switch this to a fem!reader, there are so so soooo many stories out there for yall compared stories out there for masc/trans/GN people.

And if yall are going to fetishize the mc/reader being trans or just trans people in general please don't continue further. that's one of the few things I refuse to put up with because yall genuinely make me sick because I know how yall are. I say all this kindly and am simply just attempting to set bound.

[my stories are for everyone, but trans fetishizes n fujioshi:]]

-Luv Neon<3

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[vihrago-a]

(   𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖝𝖚𝖘   )      :      independent   and   highly   private   multimuse.   this   multimuse   contains   only   original   characters   which   are   majority   female   or   non-binary.   all   of   these   original   characters   are   based   in   a   plethora   of   different   fandoms   ―   written   and   cared   for   by   𝚅.   rules   can   be   found   under   the   cut. [ previously illyriamade, mkoshi, atlaentian ]. nsfw sb is @jigjigstreet.

(   𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘   )   :   @motife  ,   @jonbyers , @deadranch , @adaelus

(   𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖉   )       :   link. promo temp credit. promo.

001 : i am 18+, so nsfw content will be present but it will be tagged with the generic ‘nsfw tw / cw’ tag, this also goes for triggers. — consider general trigger warnings for blood, death, murder, torture, are withstanding due to the nature the fandoms i interact with — all of these will be tagged accordingly ( trigger tw / trigger cw ), but if you need anything additional tagged, please let me know ( via message, anon, or carrier pigeon ) and i’ll make sure to do so! i generally tag anything that’s extensively / actually written out in threads or any visuals / direct references, but if you need something more than that, feel free to let me know.

002 : i don’t use heavy formatting ( occasional bolding / italicizing and small text is all i use ), but if you need me to adjust anything for replies to you ( because of eyesight / disability / ease of reading / etc. ) don’t hesitate to let me know i’d be happy to do it. otherwise, i give you overarching permission and encouragement to edit any parts of my reply formatting that you need to to fit your needs!

003 : i prefer to keep my blog mutuals only, that being said, if you unfollow me i’ll be pretty quick  to unfollow you as well. typically i just block and move on because i detest confrontation with all of my being.

004 : i love multi-muse blogs and fellow ocs / oc writers, but i will not write with self-insert ocs or blogs that write a non-fictional character / a character that is based on a real life person. it’s nothing personal towards those muns, but the line between fiction and reality is a bit too blurred for me to be comfortable with it.

005 : i ship chemistry. force-shipping is an automatic block. but generally, if you ship it, i ship it. so just talk to me! i am a very nice person and easy to talk to! chances are, i'm more afraid of you than you are of me.

006 : regarding call out posts, DNIs, and messaging people about “toxic” mutuals – i 100% your respect your right and experience and choice to keep your dash a safe space for yourself, but i believe in two/three sizes to every story and i prefer to develop my own opinions about people. i do tag urls on all my replies to make blacklisting easier for those that need it and i respect all my mutuals enough to never talk negatively about them behind their back, so if you message me trying to spread anything but basic information ( like hey here’s what my experience with this person was, it wasn’t great ) you’ll likely be blocked because i don’t want to be put in the middle of drama that has literally nothing to do with me. the only time i do anything other than that is when someone is genuinely harmful and i feel that interacting with them is going to bring YOU more harm than good. i value every one of my mutuals' well beings.

007 : got something mean to say? tell your cat. or dog. or plant. but don’t send it on anon and just don’t spread hate about people in general. anon hate on this blog will only be accepted if it is either a haiku or a pun.

CONTACT.

DISCORD available upon request for chatting / plotting / flailing purposes.

MUN INFORMATION:  V ( any prns ). 18+. ISTP-T. sagittarius. please tell me about your pets, i’m dead serious. i want to know about your pets. or if you don’t have pets, i would like to know about your plants. also if this rules page looks familiar, it is because @seesgood gave me her rules to use after she realized how little braincells i had left.

[meltotheany]

Goodreads | Amazon US | B&N | Blackwell’s | Bookshop this is a really beautiful collection of short stories, all having the ebb and flow of the sea crafted seamlessly into them. i enjoyed this so much, that i actually think this solidifies that julie armfield is my newest favorite author, and i just hope she keeps giving the world (and me) her stories. down below i breakdown each individual story in this anthology collection, with the trigger and content warnings that i wrote down while reading! ━━♡ Mantis ★★★★ “I choose Greek myths and ghost stories, tales that come in under fourteen pages and culminate in violent lessons. I read aloud and let her stop me when she wants to – stories of swans and spiders, bay trees, narcissi, girls transformed into monsters by rivals playing dirty.” this was a very strong start to the anthology, and there is just something so insanely lulling about this author’s writing to me. it for sure reminded me of how much i loved our wives under the sea and it has really similar vibes at first, too! but this is a story about those transformative years, of being a girl and growing up surrounded by people and things that are also transforming you and the way you think and feel (about yourself and the world). shedding your childhood and growing into a body that is being dictated by others while you’re still in metamorphosis and learning what your truly want to transform into. and the ending was just great. plus, you all know i’m also going to love a growing up catholic backdrop on top of a really compelling story. cw/tw: this short story has a lot of talk of body image and parents and friends talking about the mc’s body image, also talk of weight and diet and starvation and food, talk of menstruation, blood, drinking, threat of sa, and i would also say just sickness in general with some body horror ━━♡ The Great Sleep ★★★★ “You don’t notice the way a city breathes until it changes its sleeping habits.” this is the type of story crafting where i am just impressively saying “wow, this is so cool, how did you think this up?” and then upon finishing my mind is going wild with metaphor meanings. but this is a tale of a wave of sleeplessness hits the world, and the people impacted now have a personification of their sleep that just kind of hangs out with them and makes life more annoying while they are more and more sleep deprived. and our mc finds comfort in her dreamlessness with someone in her apartment complex who is still able to sleep, even if she is constantly questioning why she hasn’t stopped along with most people. i feel like this instantly made me think of vegas, my current city, and how there is a magic to the restlessness that is pretty indescribable, even if you know it’s not the healthiest. but i think this story could be a metaphor for mental health, i think it could maybe be touching on abuse, or maybe how loneliness can feel all consuming. i think this might be about health and people saying wild shit as reasonings for serious things, or if could just be a cool story that i know will stick with me. i really enjoyed this one. cw/tw: things with sleep and the miserableness of being sleep deprived ━━♡ The Collectables ★★ “That’s the problem with kissing. In theory, when someone’s good at it, you should be able to keep kissing forever. But of course, forever is too long to do anything without getting bored.” three women living together, all friends trying to get their phds, who all have been hurt by men. and we get to see one of the women spiraling more and more with her line-drawn paper doll that she is adding bits slowly to. this wasn’t my favorite, sadly, but maybe that’s because my american ass has to google princess anne and then that really just set the tone for picturing the rest of the story in my mind lol. cw/tw: fire, drinking, smoking, suicide mention, heart attack mention ━━♡ Formally Feral ★★★ “The house opened around her the way you crack a chest cavity,...

[oc-center]

hi! I don't know if you take asks like this, but i figured i may as well try—

one of the main reasons i havent posted my oc content is honestly that I'm not sure how to properly use content warnings and such?

the feeling I've gotten is that i should use:

"#[content]" if my post is primarily or in large part about [content];

"#cw [content]" if there is enough [content] present that someone sensitive to that topic would be uncomfortable;

"#tw [content]" even if [content] is not present, so long as it might remind someone uncomfortably much of [content] (e.g. photographs of red paint spills which are framed to resemble blood)

...but where i get stuck is what words i should actually USE for [content] itself. some things are fairly intuitive— body horror, blood, suicide, or drug use, for example— but I'm always a little nervous that I'm not covering all of my bases. do you have any idea where i could find a basic rundown or list of common tags that should be used for content warnings, and when?

many thanks if you answer this, and have a great day even if you don't!

Hi! I apologize for getting back to you so late.

I don't have any clear and specific guidelines to offer myself, although I think your understanding of tags is pretty solid!

You probably won't ever be able to cover all of your bases, in part because although some squicks and triggers are common and more expected (blood, spiders, body horror, etc), some are very personal and there is no way to guess them.

All you can do is tag what you think is relevant, and be open to feedback and requests for tags. Tagging for people's comfort is a good way to show care for others, but it should not freeze you out of sharing your art with the world! That's not productive or nice for yourself.

So yeah, essentially: tag what is relevant, be willing to tag new things (even 'strange' triggers), but don't ever let that be a big pressure that stops you from posting your OCs and art altogether.

In the meantime, once you do post your OCs, feel free to DM me to request them to be added to the queue. I'll be happy to do so ♡

[femslashfortnight]

Hatchetfield Femslash Fortnight FAQs:

With the event coming up, we wanted to answer some frequent questions we’ve been getting!

FAQ:

Regarding the Make It Sapphic prompt, you can make any m/f or m/m ship into f/f or f/nb for this! You can make a male character female or non-binary for this prompt, either as a complete genderbend or simply making that character transfemme or nonbinary! As long as the ship isn't m/m or m/f, you can use it for this event!

Furthermore, you can use a Made Sapphic ship for any of the prompt days. The world is your oyster.

Q: What are alternates?

A: Prompts you can slot in to any day instead of that day's official prompt in case you don’t like it or don’t know what to do! You can use all of them, some, or none! Hell you can even use both official prompts and alternates, go crazy!

Q: Do I have to do all fourteen days?

A: Only do as much as you want to! The rules are pretty open here, you can make as much or as little for any prompt. You can even post multiple works for one prompt, or use all the main prompts and all the alts! The sky is your limit.

Q: What can I make?

A: Whatever you want! Fan art, fan fic, edits, gifs, or anything else fandom related you can think of. As long as it's inspired by the prompt, is a femslash hatchetfield fanwork, and sticks to our established rules, anything goes.

Q: How do I post?

A: Anything posted to tumblr will be reblogged here on the femslashfortnight blog, but you can post it anywhere. If you want us to see it for sure then be sure to tag this blog! Otherwise we’ll be browsing the #HFFF and #Hatchetfield Femslash Fortnight tag all the time and be enjoying all your stuff!

Q: I’m not sure if my work fits one of the prompts, what can I do?

A: The prompts are supposed to be inspiration rather than limiting, so as long as your fic is inspired by a prompt you should be totally fine! Though, if you’re still worried about it feel free to contact the blog directly via asks, or send a message to one of the mods and we’ll do our best to clear it up for you.

Q: Should I include Trigger Warnings / Content Warnings?

A: Yes! Regarding explicit content or potentially triggering content, usual AO3 tagging rules apply. When posting a link from AO3 (or another location) to Tumblr, add content/trigger warnings at the top of your post—and also place your mature (e.g. smut, mature themes) submission beneath a read more along with the #HFFFAfterdark and/or #Hatchetfield Femslash fortnight Afterdark tags.

Q: I was late, can I still post?

A: Go for it! We will be accepting submissions to the blog and AO3 Collection for a week after, as well as actively reblogging them. So anything shared with us until the 7th of July is good to go.

Q: Can I post to other places (Ao3, Wattpad, TikTok, etc)?

A: Of course! Just make sure I’d you want us to see that you post it to tumblr (even as a link) also!

Q: Can I post an already existing piece if it fits a prompt?

A: As long as it’s not been already posted before then sure, just make sure it complies with our guidelines and is correctly tagged and TW/CW are added if applicable.

Q: Can I make something involving Fan OCs (original characters)?

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I SHIP CHEMISTRY and CHEMISTRY ONLY. i am not sure whether i will actually ship will with other characters, however if any shipping were to occur it will remain 100% romantic, he is underage and even in verses where he is older i will not be writing any explicit or s*xual adjacent scenarios with him.

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IMPORTANT TO NOTE. i am not affiliated with the larger st rp community, i will not hesitate to softblock and unfollow people. it's important that i feel comfortable in this space, however i am open to new interactions. from what i have seen there is a lot of hate for chrissy, anything i detect as out of line will earn you a hardblock, i have no time or energy for that. please read my rules.

NO GODMODDING this is pretty self explanatory

I AM SELECTIVE AND PRIVATE that means that i will be selective of who i roleplay with, and will only thread with mutuals. this is to keep myself organized and efficient; however, everyone is welcome to send asks !

I SHIP CHEMISTRY and CHEMISTRY ONLY. i love shipping! however, i am as selective with this as i am with everything else in this blog.

TRIGGERS WILL BE TAGGED  if you have any specific triggers let me know, i will tag them for you ! 

THIS BLOG WILL FEATURE A HEAVY TRIGGERING CONTENT since this blog is stranger things based, any trigger warnings on that material may occasionally apply ( triggers will be tagged as tw blood and cw blood ). my main focus is to further chrissy's character from what we saw, so i may headcanon and discuss heavy topics, however i will not glorify any of the heavy topics that could be present in this blog.

MUN IS 18+ however smut is not a priority on this blog, i do not see myself writing smut on this blog often but if done it will only be written with the people i feel comfortable with.

PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

I DON’T CARE ABOUT REBLOG KARMA, but don’t use me as a meme resource !

IF YOUR CHARACTER HAS COMMITTED R*PE AND/OR S*XUAL  ABUSE OF ANY NATURE do not follow me this is a big trigger of mine, i will hardblock you. 

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FOR ANY OPINION I MIGHT HAVE ON A CHARACTER DYNAMIC you can just ask, i will headcanon and talk more about dynamics as i continue the development in this blog.

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Tsundere Fae Healer Talks About Home

OHMYFUCK IT’S BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE I POSTED A CHAPTER

Erm, apologies— hello all! I’m not gonna lie, this chapter was kind of difficult to write (for a lot of reasons) but I wanna thank everyone who’s shown so much support and love for this creative endeavor of mine, and especially @morgansplace, @thesunandmoons-blog, and @shinebrite97 for giving me the motivation to finish this with their kind words, fan content, and all other contributions!! Thank you all and I hope you enjoy!! Cw/Tw: this has one or two very mild sexual references somewhere in there— not sure if it’d be enough to trigger anyone, but better safe than sorry! Also death and the afterlife are mentioned in here, just in case that’s a problem for anyone.

Tsundere Fae Healer Talks About Home 

Vmm-vmm

I glanced down at my phone.

One new message from Amir Amator✨ 

I went in and changed his contact

Amir Amator✨(aka Sex on Toast)

Then I had a look at his message. He had sent me an image attachment of a small yellow flower with spiky petals and a whitish center.

‘Eris thought you would like this flower and asked me to send you a picture of it’

I smiled and started typing.

‘Tell him I love it and it’s very pretty

i want to see Hedera, can we meet at the parking lot?’

‘See you there, Traveler 😃✨’

‘that emoji is threatening 

It gives bad vibes’

‘Wdym?? 🤔🤭’

‘Bruh

i hate you’

‘Love you too, Traveler’

‘*really hate you’

‘Really love you too. See you!’

‘Smh’ 

I rushed to the bathroom and checked my hair, changed into a nicer shirt, grabbed my keys, and was out the door.

All the drive there, half of my brain was coming up with questions to figure out if there really was some sort of obstacle to humans and fae having romantic relationships with each other, trying to convince me that it would be for the best. The other half was coming up with all possible answers that would prove that there was no obstacle and hoping, hoping, hoping. 

“Ugh. Stop it! It’s just a stupid crush! Get over yourself!” I screamed into the rearview mirror. 

When I arrived in the parking lot, Amir was already there, leaning against the most expensive-looking car in the parking lot.

“Took you long enough. What was the hold-up? Oh wait… right! You can’t teleport!” He snapped his fingers and gave me a smug grin. I just stared at him for a full three or so seconds and then asked

“Whose car is that?” His curls shook as he laughed.

“Some random person who decided to park here, I suppose. You ready to get going? There’s wards in place so Hedera and I will both be alerted if anything hostile comes near you while you’re in these woods. Do you know your own way this time?” I squinted a little, trying to remember the way that we had gone our last visit.

“I think so, yeah.” His eyes glinted deviously.

“Good! Then that means you two will get some… alone time~”

My stomach flipped over at what he had just implied.

“Oh don’t even go there, incubus.” 

“I didn’t say anything, so who really has the dirty mind here?” He smirked and turned to the forest, holding up his arms and snapping his fingers. Just as it had last time, an opening appeared in the trees where there had been nothing but impenetrable walls of branches and thorns only moments before. He turned to go.

“Well, there you are. Enjoy yourself, Traveler~”

“Why d’you have to go right this second?” I cocked my head curiously. He muttered something that sounded vaguely like

“Can’t talk right now, I’m doin’ hot girl shit,” and I turned an incredulous stare on him.

“What??”

“I must depart, unfortunately!” He blinked out of existence. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Turning back to the path ahead of me, I shook out my shoulders and took a deep breath.

“Whatever. Here we go.”

I was careful about my turns. Judging from how the others had acted before, I did not want to get lost in these woods, no matter how many wards were around.

Once I saw the piles of rocks ahead of me, I began breathing easy again. As I rounded a large pile of boulders, I saw Hedera, draped in a floaty silver dress that was practically see-through (think holy thoughts, me, think holy thoughts) with a daisy crown on her head, half-leaning and half-sitting against a rock. She looked at me and let out a breath.

“Hello again, Traveler.” Gah, how was her voice always so musical?? 

“Hello, Hedera.” I coughed awkwardly. She rolled her eyes and patted the boulder beside her.

“Sit.” It was more of a command than an invitation. 

“Why are you here?” I squirmed a little as I situated myself next to her on the boulder. It was surprisingly comfortable.

“Because… I missed you?”

“Oh really.” She scoffed. I held open my hands.

“Yes? Is that not allowed now? I like you, I think you’re cool, I want to talk to you and spend time with you. Is that so unbelievable?” She rolled her eyes and turned her head away. I had just imagined that hint of pink on her cheeks, right? Right?

“Well. You’re doing that now. Yay-hoo-fucking-ray.” Yup, definitely imagined it.

“I mean— I can leave, if you’d prefer…”

“No.” I smiled crookedly.

“Getting kinda mixed messages here, girl.”

“You already came all this way, it’d be a waste not to spend at least some time here now,” she rolled her eyes. I poked her arm.

“You just don’t want to admit that you wanna talk to me as well!” She shoved my shoulder with a sardonic snort that just barely wasn’t enough to distract me from how warm her hand was.

“Believe whatever keeps you sane, you loon.” For a few moments, we just kicked our feet and stared down at all the beautiful flowers below. Honestly, she was justified in getting mad that I had squished some of them. They were art. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I came here, yes partially because I wanted to see Hedera, but also because I wanted answers to my questions.

“Hey, so… I wanted to ask you some questions about… well, everything, if you’re okay with it.”

“I’m not sure I can answer questions about everything, Traveler.” I made a face at her.

“You know what I meant.” She sighed and gestured into the air.

“Ask away. It’s not like I have anything better to do.”

I took a deep breath in through my nose.

“So uh… how long do fae… live for?” If they were immortal or lived for ages and ages on end, that would make a romantic relationship hard on the fae. 

“Ooh wow, that’s a heavy one to lead with.” She laced he fingers through her hair.

“I mean— you don’t have to answer if you don’t want—“

“No, no, it’s— it’s fine. So… essentially, fae cannot die of old age.” My chest tightened up. ‘This is a good thing, this is a good thing, this is a good thing. Destroy that stupid crush of yours.’ My brain tried to convince me. 

“We can be killed, with enough force or magic, and we… we have to choose to die.”

“What?” 

“Hold your fucking horses, let me finish, you eternal question and objection dispenser. Once a fae entity gets old enough, they have the option to simply… leave. Their spirit leaves their body and goes to the afterlife. It’s not painful or anything, you just… stop. That’s our equivalent of ‘old age.’” My brain took a moment to adjust to this information.

“Oh. Okay… that’s… hm.” ‘Someone could just choose to die after their partner died. They wouldn’t have to deal with an eternity of grief.’ She raised her eyebrows at me. 

“Well, that’s a very reactive response.” I coughed and cleared my throat.

“Sorry, just, uh… thinking.”

“Wait.” She turned to stare at me.

“You do that?”

“Oh fuck off,” I laughed. 

“And okay, uh… next question.” Fuck, how to phrase this without her catching on…

“Do… do fae… experience… emotions, the same way humans do, or is there any sort of… fundamental difference?” ‘Real smooth.’ I mentally facepalmed. She looked at me sideways.

“You’re full of all kinds of interesting questions today, aren’t you?” I squirmed underneath her icy stare. She rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue.

“Relax Traveler, I’m not going to eat you or something. No, there’s no real fundamental difference in how we experience emotions or connections. Some of the oldest, oldest fae get attached less easily or quickly, and feel a bit more… numb, I suppose, because they’ve been around for so long and experienced so much that things just matter to them less, but in general humans and fae are fairly close in that department, at least as far as I can surmise.”

“I see. That’s… cool. Yeah, that’s cool.” Her eyebrows turned upwards in a concerned expression.

“You are acting fucking weird today Traveler. Are you— feeling all right?”

“Yeah, no, totally, I’m good!” I gave her two awkward thumbs up. 

‘Sprinkle some normal questions in there, hopefully throw her off the scent…’

“So, um, what’s your favorite part about the fae realm?” I asked.

She flinched slightly. I held up my hands quickly in a disarming gesture.

“You don’t have to talk about it—“

“Stop saying that every time. If I want to keep something private, or it makes me uncomfortable or I’m just not willing to share it at this juncture, I’ll just tell you to fuck right off. Unlike you, maybe, I actually have a spine.” I let out a surprised laugh.

“Okay then…”

“So… my favorite part. It would probably be the… the beat. The pulse. I— I don’t really know what else to call it, but you still look confused.”

“I don’t think I understand. The fae realm has a pulse? Like a heartbeat?” She sighed and stretched out her long, pale, freckle-dusted arms, laying them across her knees.

“There is always dancing, in that realm. It is one of the few things about which my race is willing to swallow their pride and admit that your race has a mastery of. Someone is always dancing, or being taught a new dance, or dancing for a specific reason or ceremony or some such. And part of that is, that realm has a constant beat. A pulsating, bass-like thing that permeates the whole realm.”

“Oh.” I tried to imagine this.

“That sounds really beautiful… but also kind of overwhelming?”

“You could use that to describe the whole realm, from a human point of view.” She tossed her head, and the daisy crown fell over one eye.

“Shit, crud, forgot I had this on—“ she scrabbled with it. I held out my hands in a “come here” motion.

“Let me?” She paused.

“My hair tangles really easily…”

“I promise I’ll be gentle and it won’t hurt.” Plus, if she said yes, I would get to touch that gorgeous, silky, wavy mane… She cautiously inclined her head towards me.

“Very well then…” 

“Where’d you get the daisy crown?” I gently disentangled one daisy after another from her locks with careful fingers. Wow her hair was soft. 

“Eris made it for me. He likes to do that a lot— and it’s good practice for me to keep plants alive for as long as I can.” 

“It still kinda fucks with my mind that people can do that. Just like, going about my day as normal, and then suddenly I remember— oh yeah! Magic exists!” She graced me with an almost-smile as I slowly pulled the crown away from her head. 

“There we go.” 

“Thank you. Yes, well, if you follow through with your applications and are consistent with your studies, you may be able to do things like that as well someday.”

“Hey, why are you glaring?! You don’t know anything about my study habits, I could be the most diligent student in the world for all you know!”

“I’m sure you could be— y’know what, no actually. From what I have seen of you, you would not be the type to do well in the school system. At least from what Amir has told me of it.”

“You— yeah okay fair.” I deflated. She snorted.

“That’s what I thought.”

There was another pause, and I couldn’t decide if the silence was awkward or companionable. She blew air out through her nose.

“Anyhow— the fae realm is… beautiful. I love it, and I miss it. But humans can’t generally go there.”

“What? Why not?”

“It’s overwhelming, like you said. Everything there is— constant color and light and rhythm and noise and warmth and cold at the same time— every one of your senses gets pushed to the max. Same with the demon realm. With proper training and conditioning humans can enter the other realms, but that usually takes years. An untrained human has a pretty high chance of just straight-up dropping dead from sensory overload the moment they enter an access point.”

“Oh— wow.” She pursed her lips.

“Exactly.” 

“So… is the ‘beat’ what you miss the most about your realm?” She let out a bitter laugh.

“I miss a lot of things about it. The smells— flowers and nectar and ambrosia and honey and musk, earth and water, air and hot dust, grass and fruit and charcoal and stones, green tea and crushed roots, merging into something indescribable. The warmth. The tactile sensations. The way you can find new shapes and colors in everything. The swirling power constantly surrounding you. I miss the energy from that place. Here it’s… different. In order to feed off of the energy of this realm, it has to be channeled through a human. To feed there, all I had to do was take it in.”

“I see.” I fiddled with the daisy crown in my hand.

“I’m a little confused about something…” she sighed.

“When are you not?” I started laughing.

“Now you’re just being mean,” I pouted. “But I did genuinely have a question…”

“What?”

“Why… if you miss it so much, why stay here? Why not go home?” She stiffened. Slowly turned her head away from me and held her hand out for the daisy crown. I tentatively handed it to her.

“Fuck. Right off.” She said, running the half-wilted crown through her hands like a rosary. 

“Gotcha.” ‘Well that’s… interesting…’ 

“Besides, it’s not like I completely, totally, without exception, hate it here in this realm. I’ve made it very bearable for myself, at least in this little corner of it. I have flowers, Eris, good smells, fruit, clean water, and plenty of room and privacy to practice magic. Most of the time, anyway.” She turned a stern stare on me.

“I get it, I get it, I’m a nuisance!” I laughed. Why did her harshness make me feel more at ease than her kindness?

“One last question, and then I’ll let you go. It’s getting pretty late, anyway.”

“I assure you, I’m all ears.”

“Does anyone know what happens after fae… die? Like, has anyone ever come back from the dead or anything? Do we know if there’s an afterlife?” Hedera held her hands up to the sky like she was praying.

“You come here into my meadow and expect me to know all the mysteries that your people have been trying to solve for centuries?”

“I’m sorry, I—“

“Oh, hush.” She let her arms drop. 

“No-one has ever come back from the dead. It’s not possible, as far as anyone knows. Necromancy magic is nothing but a bad children’s story. But…” she began twisting the daisies again,

“Human souls can be reincarnated. Fae and demons aren’t ever, as far as we know, but a human soul can be reincarnated into the body of a fae entity or a demon.”

“Oh that’s insane— how does anyone know that?”

“When a fae entity or a demon gets old enough, sometimes they start regaining memories from one or more of their past lives. Humans can actually do it too, with some training— and maybe some magical aid, for some of them.”

“That’s— woah! That is incredible! We actually know something about the afterlife! Like, for certain!” That almost-smile lifted her cheeks and brow again.

“Amir has told me that such revelations often have that kind of effect on humans.” I grinned at her.

“You rely on Amir for a lot of your info about us, don’t you? But you don’t have to anymore— you have me!”

“Yes, well, very nice.” She rolled her eyes. Surely, surely I didn’t imagine the twinkle in them this time, did I?

“Speaking of Amir, though, I promised him I’d give my opinion on some designs he’s been working on today, and he doesn’t like anyone but me and sometimes Eris to see his sketches before he’s done with them, so you might have to withdraw for the day.”

“Amir designs things? What are they?” 

“Clothes, what else?” She pushed herself up from the rock with one arm, looking graceful and easy. ‘For fuck’s sake, focus for one second, would you??’

“O-okay, cool. I will. It was… it was nice talking to you, Hedera.”

“…You’re. An interesting conversationalist, Traveler. I’ll give you that.” Why did just that make me feel warm and wriggly inside?

“I’ll walk you out to your car.” Her tone booked no argument, despite the fact that I was thinking 

‘But what about those wards??’

“Okay! Thank you!” I fiddled awkwardly with my fingers, and she shoved the daisy crown back into my hands.

“You can keep that. It’s not like it’ll last much longer anyway.”

“Ah… thank you.” That was definitely not a thing I should be blushing about.

As we walked along the path that I was coming to know rather well, Hedera seemed rather restless. Finally, as we were nearing the parking lot, she turned to me and asked 

“Traveler. I— I have a meeting, with my tribe, soon. It’s going to be held in the human realm. It would help you to learn more about us. Eris isn’t going to be there, but he said he’d like you to go and meet the other people from our tribe. And— and I want you to come. If you want to, that is, I know it could be an overwhelming thing to fling on you right off the bat and you certainly don’t have to but—“

“Yes!” I all-but shouted. Getting ahold of myself, I coughed into my hand and said

“Yes. Absolutely. I would love to meet more people like you. And I want to learn as much as I can. And I…” I leaned against my car and fiddled with the daisies. 

“I want to spend more time… with you.” 

“I see.” I looked up to see her clearing her throat with a face that was definitely pink. There was no way I was imagining it.

“I’ll… I’ll have Amir send you the date and time. Be safe, Traveler.” She turned and power-walked away, leaving me staring after her trailing silver dress with a lot— a whole lot— on my mind.

Thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoyed!! I might be a bit before my next chapter upload, because I’m going to try to write two chapters so that I always have a chapter’s worth of buffer between me and the gaping hole of taking so long to update should such extraneous circumstances beset me again. However, if the common theme of my writing holds true, the next two chapters are gonna be pretty easy to write, so hopefully I won’t be too long! :D Thank you all again for reading!

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Update - Part 2

//Warning// Please do not continue without reading triggers and content warnings

cw: Blood, Violence, Death, Weapons

tw: Implied Assult, Death

"Ok. If what I see is correct then-" Mina's voice sounded through the car's speakers. "Are you three listening? Hey!"

"Sorry," Lisa chuckled. "Guys. Be quiet." She hushed Jungkook at Taeyong. "Go on honey."

"Thank you," Mina huffed. "From the sensors Hyunjin just left I can see at least four men in the penthouse and about a dozen through the rest of the building."

"Lis, that is a lot of men. I don't think you should go," Tae protested again. "There is no way Choi will let me up there with you. I know what you want but-"

Lisa growled and grabbed Tae's ear. "Think I can't do this?" Jerking his head to the side, Tae freed his ear and rubbed it.

"It has nothing to do with you being incapable," he said softly. "It has everything to do with you being outsized and outnumbered."

Not much was said the rest of the trip. There wasn't much for them to say.

When Jungkook parked down the block from the penthouse, he ran a hand over his face. "Lisa, it's not too late. Please-" he tried to plead with the stubborn woman.

With a quick kiss on his cheek Lisa slid from the car and strode to the building with Tae just a few steps behind her, leaving Jungkook to sit and watch. They were soon met by a handful of Choi's men. After a quick glance, one younger man took Lisa away while the others made sure Tae didn't go too far away.

As a large wooden door creaked open, Lisa could see the older man behind his desk. Holding her head high, she walked past the three men and straight to the man clearly in charge. "Mr. Choi I presume. My name is‐"

"Let's get one thing straight. You're not paid to think," Choi barked at her. "Know your place. Sit there and keep your pretty mouth shut until I'm ready for you." The coldness of his voice sent chills down her spine.

As Tae waited for Lisa, he surveyed the room. Looking for an exit, a window or door. He noted the elevator and stairs before turning his attention to his new friends keeping him company. They didn't seem to bad. Big maybe but that just made them slower. He was sure he could even outsmart them if needed.

Upstairs, Lisa waited patiently. Maybe Mr. Choi would be tired from work and have no interest in her. Maybe tonight would be easy and they would be able to go home soon. Maybe-

"Tell me sweetheart," Choi's voice drew her attention. "Does your brother take me for a fool?" Maybe she was wrong...

"Sir? Brother?" Lisa tried her best to feign ignorance. "I don't know what you mean." Choi laughed coldly and tossed an open file at her. Photos of her and her friends spilled out. At that moment she knew she wasn't leaving freely.

"Now, I'll ask again, a little different this time just incase you didn't hear me," Choi scowled at her. "Does your brother think I'm stupid?"

For once in her life, Lisa willed herself to keep quiet. It was unfortunate that was something she never knew how to master. "Only as stupid as you are ugly," she said. The click of the lock on the door and approaching footsteps made her blood run cold. She was alone and the only connection she had to her friends was the small microphone in her necklace.

"Tae! Tae!" Mina cried. "He knows. Choi knows! You have to get out." Her shaking hands tried to connect to Jungkook but Lisa's cries and begging caused her to freeze. Sunmi grabbed her shoulder and shook her.

"Mina, stop! You can't do this right now," she said firmly. "Come on." Seeing the younger girl in the state she was in, Sunmi took over. "Taeyong? If you can hear me you need to go. Every man in the building is heading your way."

Tae looked at the door. He could make it out quickly and without a scratch but in his heart he knew that wasn't an option. Not alone. Not without Lisa. "How are they moving? I need to get to Lisa. Sunmi? Mina?"

During the commotion Mina somehow managed to connect Jungkook to the audio from Lisa's feed. Without a moment's hesitation he was out of the car and half way to her when he stumbled across a struggling Taeyong.

"Don't stop! Go!" Taeyong yelled at the younger man. "I'll keep them away. Hurry."

Jungkook watched his friend become surrounded by at least three men. Thuds and cracks filled his ears and he looked back one last time, not sure who was the source of the sounds.

Taeyong braced for the oncoming promise of a beating. A familiar burn engulfed his side as his shirt clung to him. Blood? His blood? Suddenly his head seemed cloudy and his vision fuzzy. Was he drowning? Impossible. He wasn't swimming. Yet somehow he had a hard time breathing. Choking. The last thing he could make sense of was the man in front of him.

"Grab him. I'm sure my dad would've to see what we got," the stranger ordered the rest. "Let the girl go. We don't need her anymore." The man stepped forward and threw Tae's ear piece to the side and stepped on it.

Sunmi's heart dropped and shattered. She quickly called JB to let him know how horrible everything was.

Taking the steps two and three at a time, Jungkook raced to the penthouse and prayed he wasn't too late. He spotted the only door at the end of the hall and felt uneasy seeing it slightly open.

Pushing the door open, Jungkook looked around. Blood covered a nearby chair and scraps of the red dress Lisa wore were scattered on the floor. A ifeless body was slumped over the desk with blood dripping from it's fingers. That's my girl he thought. A small whimper caused him to look under the desk. Nothing prepared him to find Lisa curled up under it, her knees pulled tight to her chest.

"Lisa," he said softly, reaching out his hand. "Come on, baby. Let's go home." His request was met with silence and reluctance. "We need to go, princess." He touched her arm gently in hopes she would move to his touch. "Lisa?"

Slowly she turned to look at him. Rage filled his body when he saw the cut on her lip and cheek and the bruise forming around her eye. Swallowing the anger Jungkook reached out and pulled Lisa's battered and bleeding body to his. Never did he expect her to fight him the way she did. Once again, her screams and cries filled the room. "I'm so sorry," he whispered and wrapped his strong arms around her to stop the fighting. "I need to take you home."

Once she went limp from fighting, Jungkook was able to carry her in his arms. Surprisingly, it was quiet on his descent to the lobby. "Where is everyone?" He asked himself. Touching his ear he cursed and kicked the wall. He was in such a hurry to get to Lisa he left his ear piece in the car.

He rushed Lisa to the car and made sure she was buckled in before running around to the driver's seat. "Mina? Sunmi? Anyone?" panic filled Jungkook's voice as he tried to reach someone.

"Kookie?" Mina squeaked out. "They took him. I don't know where. Sunmi is talking to JB... oh God. Who's going to tell-"

"Mina! Calm down! I'm bringing Lisa. Where is Minji? She needs help," Jungkook said on the verge of tears. "They... Mina, they..."

"Hey! What the hell happened to you?" Minji excited as she returned home to see the state of her friends. "What's wrong?" She barely had time to free her arms of the supplies when she heard tires screeching.

Jungkook parked the car and rushed Lisa into the house in his arms. "Minji! Please, Minji," he called out as he ran to the office Minji typically occupied. With total disregard for the things on the kind doctor's desk, Jungkook sat his friend down.

Mina was able to fill Minji in, so she k ew what to expect. "Jungkook, out," Minji ordered softly. Sensing his presence still, she turned and stood toe to toe with the larger man. "Get out. She's been through enough. Give her this."

Lowering his eyes, Jungkook left and stood outside the door. His stomach knotted when he noticed the blood that covered him. The knot tightened at the mystery of who's blood it was.

"Hi, baby," Minji cooed as she brushed Lisa's hair back. "I need to take a look at you ok?" She slowly examined the terrified girl. "This is going to hurt a little. I'm so sorry." She winced and fought back tears as she cleaned her friend's cuts and slashes that covered her arms, stomach and thighs. Minji was relieved none of them needed stitches. The bruises were something that would fade in time but she knew the memory would stay with Lisa forever. Offering three pills, Minji held a glass of water. "Take these and then I'll help you into the bath. I'll make sure you have privacy tonight."

While Minji tended to Lisa, Sunmi spoke to JB and Mina looked for anything to help find Taeyong.

"Hey, who's going to tell him?" Mina said softly. "He needs to know."

Jungkook hung his head. "I'll go talk to him," he said.

[neopronounsmybelovaed]

Seen an ask that said people can't "hate to your face" so here I am off anon :) I'm not hating you. I get it, to an extent. I'm uncomfortable (formerly triggered but I've gotten better with it) by the word r*pe. I used to ask that people censor it when talking to me or avoid using it. It would be great if people either didn't tag their stuff at all (so you could only find it by searching through their blog) or tagged it as cw/tw r*pe. However, the word r*pe is not a mental disorder. You have OCD, that's clear. It's fine to be triggered by whatever, but your actions affect others. Using a tw for a small mention of the acronym OCD, not even talking about intrusive thoughts or anything, will affect how other people view OCD and people that have it. It is exactly the same as using a tw for autism. Intrusive thoughts are made worse by avoiding them. The main treatment for intrusive thoughts is facing them and learning to be okay with them. Maybe you're so triggered by your own disorder because you haven't learnt to face it yet. It's a long path, I'm well aware, but it's a necessary one. I'm mentally ill. I have bipolar disorder, autism, DPD, among other things. I've been hospitalized for sh and suicide attempts. I have disordered eating. I struggle too, but I sure as hell don't tw my own existence. My disorders are a part of me and they're never going away, and avoiding them won't do anything except make me miserable. Call me ableist or whatever, but other people have to see that you're using a tw for a disorder that other people experience. Other people are affected by your actions, and it's really shitty how you can so conveniently ignore that.

Oh hey, anon shows xyr face. I'm going to answer this and then impolitely request that you block me and leave me the fuck alone, okay?

Here is how my brain works.

I am existing

I see any mention of OCD

I think "oh! OCD! that's the thing where i think about killing my family!" (or any number of other intrusive thoughts)

I am now thinking about killing my family

I am having a panic attack.

I can sometimes break the cycle between steps, that's true. But more often than not, once I hit 2. I end up at 5. So I try to break things up between 1 and 2. That's what's safest for me.

I've done exposure tasks, and it's still hard for me. I understand that exposure is important, but like I said, I want it to be a controlled environment. I want to be doing an assignment from my therapist after taking time to prepare myself mentally. I don't want exposure while mindlessly scrolling through tumblr. There is a time and a place.

And yes, OCD is an aspect of my identity- I get that. (First of all, it's a lot easier for me to see OCD as a separate entity to myself because I don't like thinking of the violent intrusive thoughts as Me.) But I don't want to make it my whole identity. I'm a lot more than my OCD. And my OCD is a part of me, I don't want to just... deny that it's a difficult part to live with.

A vast majority of the people with OCD who follow me agree that they don't want to see OCD content unprepared. I'd imagine those who don't can still acknowledge that OCD is not something pleasant to be reminded about.

And as for other people? No one else knows jack shit about OCD. People see it as "quirky color coded note disorder." If they see a tw for it, they might determine that it's actually serious. Which is very much what I needed before getting diagnosed. And besides, it's not my responsibility how other people think of my disorder. I've made my stance on respectability politics pretty clear.

I don't want to demonize people with OCD, but I also don't want to give people with OCD panic attacks. Even if trigger warning was demonizing OCD (which it isn't, triggers don't hold any moral value, I've also had to filter hair because it was triggering once, etc etc, we've discussed this), based on the people with OCD I've interacted with, trigger warning does more good than harm.

Your last sentence is hilarious to me. "Other people are affected by your actions, and it's really shitty how you can so conveniently ignore that."

Buddy. I've told you OCD is triggering for me and you continue,,,, triggering me. I've been having anxiety attacks all day. I pulled out half of each eyebrow. I am very negatively affected by your actions, and you ignore that quite conveniently to continue harassing me. Which is really shitty.

Please just leave me alone. I have spent so much time and energy and obsessions and compulsions trying to defend my right to protect my mental health and set boundaries to not have panic attacks, and protect other people like me from said panic attacks. You are making me miserable, you're not changing my mind, and unless I change yours, I really just want to stop arguing.

[the-realms-master]

Tsundere Fae Healer Talks About Home

OHMYFUCK IT’S BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE I POSTED A CHAPTER

Erm, apologies— hello all! I’m not gonna lie, this chapter was kind of difficult to write (for a lot of reasons) but I wanna thank everyone who’s shown so much support and love for this creative endeavor of mine, and especially @morgansplace, @thesunandmoons-blog, and @shinebrite97 for giving me the motivation to finish this with their kind words, fan content, and all other contributions!! Thank you all and I hope you enjoy!! Cw/Tw: this has one or two very mild sexual references somewhere in there— not sure if it’d be enough to trigger anyone, but better safe than sorry! Also death and the afterlife are mentioned in here, just in case that’s a problem for anyone.

Tsundere Fae Healer Talks About Home 

Vmm-vmm

I glanced down at my phone.

One new message from Amir Amator✨ 

I went in and changed his contact

Amir Amator✨(aka Sex on Toast)

Then I had a look at his message. He had sent me an image attachment of a small yellow flower with spiky petals and a whitish center.

‘Eris thought you would like this flower and asked me to send you a picture of it’

I smiled and started typing.

‘Tell him I love it and it’s very pretty

i want to see Hedera, can we meet at the parking lot?’

‘See you there, Traveler 😃✨’

‘that emoji is threatening 

It gives bad vibes’

‘Wdym?? 🤔🤭’

‘Bruh

i hate you’

‘Love you too, Traveler’

‘*really hate you’

‘Really love you too. See you!’

‘Smh’ 

I rushed to the bathroom and checked my hair, changed into a nicer shirt, grabbed my keys, and was out the door.

All the drive there, half of my brain was coming up with questions to figure out if there really was some sort of obstacle to humans and fae having romantic relationships with each other, trying to convince me that it would be for the best. The other half was coming up with all possible answers that would prove that there was no obstacle and hoping, hoping, hoping. 

“Ugh. Stop it! It’s just a stupid crush! Get over yourself!” I screamed into the rearview mirror. 

When I arrived in the parking lot, Amir was already there, leaning against the most expensive-looking car in the parking lot.

“Took you long enough. What was the hold-up? Oh wait… right! You can’t teleport!” He snapped his fingers and gave me a smug grin. I just stared at him for a full three or so seconds and then asked

“Whose car is that?” His curls shook as he laughed.

“Some random person who decided to park here, I suppose. You ready to get going? There’s wards in place so Hedera and I will both be alerted if anything hostile comes near you while you’re in these woods. Do you know your own way this time?” I squinted a little, trying to remember the way that we had gone our last visit.

“I think so, yeah.” His eyes glinted deviously.

“Good! Then that means you two will get some… alone time~”

My stomach flipped over at what he had just implied.

“Oh don’t even go there, incubus.” 

“I didn’t say anything, so who really has the dirty mind here?” He smirked and turned to the forest, holding up his arms and snapping his fingers. Just as it had last time, an opening appeared in the trees where there had been nothing but impenetrable walls of branches and thorns only moments before. He turned to go.

“Well, there you are. Enjoy yourself, Traveler~”

“Why d’you have to go right this second?” I cocked my head curiously. He muttered something that sounded vaguely like

“Can’t talk right now, I’m doin’ hot girl shit,” and I turned an incredulous stare on him.

“What??”

“I must depart, unfortunately!” He blinked out of existence. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Turning back to the path ahead of me, I shook out my shoulders and took a deep breath.

“Whatever. Here we go.”

I was careful about my turns. Judging from how the others had acted before, I did not want to get lost in these woods, no matter how many wards were around.

Once I saw the piles of rocks ahead of me, I began breathing easy again. As I rounded a large pile of boulders, I saw Hedera, draped in a floaty silver dress that was practically see-through (think holy thoughts, me, think holy thoughts) with a daisy crown on her head, half-leaning and half-sitting against a rock. She looked at me and let out a breath.

“Hello again, Traveler.” Gah, how was her voice always so musical?? 

“Hello, Hedera.” I coughed awkwardly. She rolled her eyes and patted the boulder beside her.

“Sit.” It was more of a command than an invitation. 

“Why are you here?” I squirmed a little as I situated myself next to her on the boulder. It was surprisingly comfortable.

“Because… I missed you?”

“Oh really.” She scoffed. I held open my hands.

“Yes? Is that not allowed now? I like you, I think you’re cool, I want to talk to you and spend time with you. Is that so unbelievable?” She rolled her eyes and turned her head away. I had just imagined that hint of pink on her cheeks, right? Right?

“Well. You’re doing that now. Yay-hoo-fucking-ray.” Yup, definitely imagined it.

“I mean— I can leave, if you’d prefer…”

“No.” I smiled crookedly.

“Getting kinda mixed messages here, girl.”

“You already came all this way, it’d be a waste not to spend at least some time here now,” she rolled her eyes. I poked her arm.

“You just don’t want to admit that you wanna talk to me as well!” She shoved my shoulder with a sardonic snort that just barely wasn’t enough to distract me from how warm her hand was.

“Believe whatever keeps you sane, you loon.” For a few moments, we just kicked our feet and stared down at all the beautiful flowers below. Honestly, she was justified in getting mad that I had squished some of them. They were art. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I came here, yes partially because I wanted to see Hedera, but also because I wanted answers to my questions.

“Hey, so… I wanted to ask you some questions about… well, everything, if you’re okay with it.”

“I’m not sure I can answer questions about everything, Traveler.” I made a face at her.

“You know what I meant.” She sighed and gestured into the air.

“Ask away. It’s not like I have anything better to do.”

I took a deep breath in through my nose.

“So uh… how long do fae… live for?” If they were immortal or lived for ages and ages on end, that would make a romantic relationship hard on the fae. 

“Ooh wow, that’s a heavy one to lead with.” She laced he fingers through her hair.

“I mean— you don’t have to answer if you don’t want—“

“No, no, it’s— it’s fine. So… essentially, fae cannot die of old age.” My chest tightened up. ‘This is a good thing, this is a good thing, this is a good thing. Destroy that stupid crush of yours.’ My brain tried to convince me. 

“We can be killed, with enough force or magic, and we… we have to choose to die.”

“What?” 

“Hold your fucking horses, let me finish, you eternal question and objection dispenser. Once a fae entity gets old enough, they have the option to simply… leave. Their spirit leaves their body and goes to the afterlife. It’s not painful or anything, you just… stop. That’s our equivalent of ‘old age.’” My brain took a moment to adjust to this information.

“Oh. Okay… that’s… hm.” ‘Someone could just choose to die after their partner died. They wouldn’t have to deal with an eternity of grief.’ She raised her eyebrows at me. 

“Well, that’s a very reactive response.” I coughed and cleared my throat.

“Sorry, just, uh… thinking.”

“Wait.” She turned to stare at me.

“You do that?”

“Oh fuck off,” I laughed. 

“And okay, uh… next question.” Fuck, how to phrase this without her catching on…

“Do… do fae… experience… emotions, the same way humans do, or is there any sort of… fundamental difference?” ‘Real smooth.’ I mentally facepalmed. She looked at me sideways.

“You’re full of all kinds of interesting questions today, aren’t you?” I squirmed underneath her icy stare. She rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue.

“Relax Traveler, I’m not going to eat you or something. No, there’s no real fundamental difference in how we experience emotions or connections. Some of the oldest, oldest fae get attached less easily or quickly, and feel a bit more… numb, I suppose, because they’ve been around for so long and experienced so much that things just matter to them less, but in general humans and fae are fairly close in that department, at least as far as I can surmise.”

“I see. That’s… cool. Yeah, that’s cool.” Her eyebrows turned upwards in a concerned expression.

“You are acting fucking weird today Traveler. Are you— feeling all right?”

“Yeah, no, totally, I’m good!” I gave her two awkward thumbs up. 

‘Sprinkle some normal questions in there, hopefully throw her off the scent…’

“So, um, what’s your favorite part about the fae realm?” I asked.

She flinched slightly. I held up my hands quickly in a disarming gesture.

“You don’t have to talk about it—“

“Stop saying that every time. If I want to keep something private, or it makes me uncomfortable or I’m just not willing to share it at this juncture, I’ll just tell you to fuck right off. Unlike you, maybe, I actually have a spine.” I let out a surprised laugh.

“Okay then…”

“So… my favorite part. It would probably be the… the beat. The pulse. I— I don’t really know what else to call it, but you still look confused.”

“I don’t think I understand. The fae realm has a pulse? Like a heartbeat?” She sighed and stretched out her long, pale, freckle-dusted arms, laying them across her knees.

“There is always dancing, in that realm. It is one of the few things about which my race is willing to swallow their pride and admit that your race has a mastery of. Someone is always dancing, or being taught a new dance, or dancing for a specific reason or ceremony or some such. And part of that is, that realm has a constant beat. A pulsating, bass-like thing that permeates the whole realm.”

“Oh.” I tried to imagine this.

“That sounds really beautiful… but also kind of overwhelming?”

“You could use that to describe the whole realm, from a human point of view.” She tossed her head, and the daisy crown fell over one eye.

“Shit, crud, forgot I had this on—“ she scrabbled with it. I held out my hands in a “come here” motion.

“Let me?” She paused.

“My hair tangles really easily…”

“I promise I’ll be gentle and it won’t hurt.” Plus, if she said yes, I would get to touch that gorgeous, silky, wavy mane… She cautiously inclined her head towards me.

“Very well then…” 

“Where’d you get the daisy crown?” I gently disentangled one daisy after another from her locks with careful fingers. Wow her hair was soft. 

“Eris made it for me. He likes to do that a lot— and it’s good practice for me to keep plants alive for as long as I can.” 

“It still kinda fucks with my mind that people can do that. Just like, going about my day as normal, and then suddenly I remember— oh yeah! Magic exists!” She graced me with an almost-smile as I slowly pulled the crown away from her head. 

“There we go.” 

“Thank you. Yes, well, if you follow through with your applications and are consistent with your studies, you may be able to do things like that as well someday.”

“Hey, why are you glaring?! You don’t know anything about my study habits, I could be the most diligent student in the world for all you know!”

“I’m sure you could be— y’know what, no actually. From what I have seen of you, you would not be the type to do well in the school system. At least from what Amir has told me of it.”

“You— yeah okay fair.” I deflated. She snorted.

“That’s what I thought.”

There was another pause, and I couldn’t decide if the silence was awkward or companionable. She blew air out through her nose.

“Anyhow— the fae realm is… beautiful. I love it, and I miss it. But humans can’t generally go there.”

“What? Why not?”

“It’s overwhelming, like you said. Everything there is— constant color and light and rhythm and noise and warmth and cold at the same time— every one of your senses gets pushed to the max. Same with the demon realm. With proper training and conditioning humans can enter the other realms, but that usually takes years. An untrained human has a pretty high chance of just straight-up dropping dead from sensory overload the moment they enter an access point.”

“Oh— wow.” She pursed her lips.

“Exactly.” 

“So… is the ‘beat’ what you miss the most about your realm?” She let out a bitter laugh.

“I miss a lot of things about it. The smells— flowers and nectar and ambrosia and honey and musk, earth and water, air and hot dust, grass and fruit and charcoal and stones, green tea and crushed roots, merging into something indescribable. The warmth. The tactile sensations. The way you can find new shapes and colors in everything. The swirling power constantly surrounding you. I miss the energy from that place. Here it’s… different. In order to feed off of the energy of this realm, it has to be channeled through a human. To feed there, all I had to do was take it in.”

“I see.” I fiddled with the daisy crown in my hand.

“I’m a little confused about something…” she sighed.

“When are you not?” I started laughing.

“Now you’re just being mean,” I pouted. “But I did genuinely have a question…”

“What?”

“Why… if you miss it so much, why stay here? Why not go home?” She stiffened. Slowly turned her head away from me and held her hand out for the daisy crown. I tentatively handed it to her.

“Fuck. Right off.” She said, running the half-wilted crown through her hands like a rosary. 

“Gotcha.” ‘Well that’s… interesting…’ 

“Besides, it’s not like I completely, totally, without exception, hate it here in this realm. I’ve made it very bearable for myself, at least in this little corner of it. I have flowers, Eris, good smells, fruit, clean water, and plenty of room and privacy to practice magic. Most of the time, anyway.” She turned a stern stare on me.

“I get it, I get it, I’m a nuisance!” I laughed. Why did her harshness make me feel more at ease than her kindness?

“One last question, and then I’ll let you go. It’s getting pretty late, anyway.”

“I assure you, I’m all ears.”

“Does anyone know what happens after fae… die? Like, has anyone ever come back from the dead or anything? Do we know if there’s an afterlife?” Hedera held her hands up to the sky like she was praying.

“You come here into my meadow and expect me to know all the mysteries that your people have been trying to solve for centuries?”

“I’m sorry, I—“

“Oh, hush.” She let her arms drop. 

“No-one has ever come back from the dead. It’s not possible, as far as anyone knows. Necromancy magic is nothing but a bad children’s story. But…” she began twisting the daisies again,

“Human souls can be reincarnated. Fae and demons aren’t ever, as far as we know, but a human soul can be reincarnated into the body of a fae entity or a demon.”

“Oh that’s insane— how does anyone know that?”

“When a fae entity or a demon gets old enough, sometimes they start regaining memories from one or more of their past lives. Humans can actually do it too, with some training— and maybe some magical aid, for some of them.”

“That’s— woah! That is incredible! We actually know something about the afterlife! Like, for certain!” That almost-smile lifted her cheeks and brow again.

���Amir has told me that such revelations often have that kind of effect on humans.” I grinned at her.

“You rely on Amir for a lot of your info about us, don’t you? But you don’t have to anymore— you have me!”

“Yes, well, very nice.” She rolled her eyes. Surely, surely I didn’t imagine the twinkle in them this time, did I?

“Speaking of Amir, though, I promised him I’d give my opinion on some designs he’s been working on today, and he doesn’t like anyone but me and sometimes Eris to see his sketches before he’s done with them, so you might have to withdraw for the day.”

“Amir designs things? What are they?” 

“Clothes, what else?” She pushed herself up from the rock with one arm, looking graceful and easy. ‘For fuck’s sake, focus for one second, would you??’

“O-okay, cool. I will. It was… it was nice talking to you, Hedera.”

“…You’re. An interesting conversationalist, Traveler. I’ll give you that.” Why did just that make me feel warm and wriggly inside?

“I’ll walk you out to your car.” Her tone booked no argument, despite the fact that I was thinking 

‘But what about those wards??’

“Okay! Thank you!” I fiddled awkwardly with my fingers, and she shoved the daisy crown back into my hands.

“You can keep that. It’s not like it’ll last much longer anyway.”

“Ah… thank you.” That was definitely not a thing I should be blushing about.

As we walked along the path that I was coming to know rather well, Hedera seemed rather restless. Finally, as we were nearing the parking lot, she turned to me and asked 

“Traveler. I— I have a meeting, with my tribe, soon. It’s going to be held in the human realm. It would help you to learn more about us. Eris isn’t going to be there, but he said he’d like you to go and meet the other people from our tribe. And— and I want you to come. If you want to, that is, I know it could be an overwhelming thing to fling on you right off the bat and you certainly don’t have to but—“

“Yes!” I all-but shouted. Getting ahold of myself, I coughed into my hand and said

“Yes. Absolutely. I would love to meet more people like you. And I want to learn as much as I can. And I…” I leaned against my car and fiddled with the daisies. 

“I want to spend more time… with you.” 

“I see.” I looked up to see her clearing her throat with a face that was definitely pink. There was no way I was imagining it.

“I’ll… I’ll have Amir send you the date and time. Be safe, Traveler.” She turned and power-walked away, leaving me staring after her trailing silver dress with a lot— a whole lot— on my mind.

Thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoyed!! I might be a bit before my next chapter upload, because I’m going to try to write two chapters so that I always have a chapter’s worth of buffer between me and the gaping hole of taking so long to update should such extraneous circumstances beset me again. However, if the common theme of my writing holds true, the next two chapters are gonna be pretty easy to write, so hopefully I won’t be too long! :D Thank you all again for reading!

Again outdated notes, it’s been over two months since I posted a chapter, but one is coming soon! And with that, we are up to date! And from now on every chapter will be posted here and on my main blog at the same time, so we should be all good.