#punk IS about being kind to people who aren't hurting others

[the-siphonophore]

Our body was born with several folks in. Systemhood can be innate

yall correct me if I'm wrong but isn't syspunk/punk in general like accept ppl if they aren't hurting anyone?

SO WHAT IS THIS:

(I'm not gonna do a image ID for all of the tags, but some notable ones are #syspunk and #anti endo are like right next to eachother...? and the last one is "#endos are ableist" like WHAT)

[saezurusteve]

Please help me understand, what do you think happened to Yashiro?How did he go from a domineering/dominant being to a being who allows himself to be dominated? Did Hirata destroy Yashiro or were barriers torn down by Doumeki? I think he's fragile, without sarcasm, he's not egocentric, he seems like another character. I'm rereading it again and I'm in chapter 23 where he literally rides Doumeki and says barbaric things. Now he can't even run away properly

At the end of chapter 23, you get to see Yashiro spectacularly meltdown in the shower at Doumeki's apartment.

Study that face because you will see it again.

From the very moment we meet Yashiro in chapter 1 (of Saezuru) he tells us that despite the guy we met in Don't Stay Gold, he's actually harbored feelings of love.

But Yashiro has felt for a very long time that he is far too twisted to have something like that for himself, so he hands Kuga to Kageyama as a test to see, just to see, what it would be like to see Kageyama in love and to imagine himself in that part.

Because Yashiro is so afraid of rejection that he can't get up the courage to confess, leaving any feelings Kageyama might have had to turn into pity.

So it's not like any of these "want to be wanted" feelings are new to Yashiro, but he never got the chance to experiment for himself to see how HE falls in love, what does it look like for him?

Enter Doumeki:

Doumeki is kind of a sub for Kageyama from high school, until he starts to say things to Yashiro like "I always thought you were beautiful" and outward signs of concern "aren't you cold" (naked on the floor of the bathroom giving me a blowjob) or "I thought I was going to lose you" (when you got shot and saw me crying.) Doumeki is able to look beyond the defensive Yashiro and express his feelings.

In the beginning of Chapter 2, Yashiro begins to get jealous of anyone who has Doumeki's attention. But he tries to curb his own behavior and cut Doumeki off, until he meets Doumeki's sister, Aoi. Yashiro becomes invested in Doumeki's life and happiness.

This is a regular thing for Yashiro. He is a really good guy to the people he cares about. He can be a total punk ass to people he wants to piss off.

I won't go into the repeated faces of jealousy... they look a lot like the one above when he turns as Doumeki starts to wake up. You can have fun looking those up (I'll give you a hint... he gives the same look to Kageyama's gf, to Aoi, and to Mama-san... haha let's not forget Kuga.)

When things get heated and Yashiro should put a stop to things, he gives Doumeki a pass. (He gave me a blowjob at the hospital... probably nothing...) Because these blatant shows of concern for Yashiro's well-being are a major turn-on for Yashiro.

So by the time we get to Doumeki's apartment, Yashiro is not only primed for love, but ready to accept the curse:

Yashiro realizes that he is out of his league. Doumeki is a heavy tank of love and Yashiro has no idea what to do next. He tells himself that no one can love him, and that Doumeki doesn't really mean it. But the curse has been cast.

Let's skip ahead 4 years, and they meet again. Yashiro is plagued with horrible dreams of being alone, and his body is rejecting everyone but the one he's dreaming about. When they see each other again it all comes back.

Now Yashiro has to deal with the fact that his body is responding to only to Doumeki, and we see him meltdown again.

And he confesses that he never had it together to start with. His feelings are a mess where Doumeki is concerned.

That brings us almost up to speed... however, you mentioned that you thought Yashiro has become fragile...

I think the proper word for Yashiro is vulnerable. And recognize that face? That's the meltdown face... however, Yashiro is hurt and he's showing his vulnerable side to Doumeki. He's beyond jealousy now, he is stamping his feet and throwing the tantrum he's bottled up for years.

Instead of running away, Yashiro is actually confronting Doumeki about his feelings. Doumeki may have not seen it a few chapters ago, but he certainly sees it now. It's all been a revelation that Yashiro needs to know that he's still cared for. He still needs to see Doumeki as that guy who gives a crap about whether or not Yashiro is comfortable.

All we need now is for Yashiro to see that Doumeki needs the reassurance that Yashiro will still accept him even if he leaves his side for a little while. And so that WE can have this kind of stuff every chapter.

[rubykgrant]

Finally finished up the casual and the super-powered designs for Benito Espinoza! AKA, Phaze~

He's 16, Mexican (born in Mexico City, but his family moved to California when he was 2), the tallest of the kids (6ft 3in, he's a tree), a junior at school who does really good in music classes/geography/history, and has been learning how to box since he was 11.

He's been going to school with his friends for the last 3 years, but before that, he lived in a different town; he was going through kind of a lonely time, his parents were busy with new jobs (dad is a professional chef and currently has his own restaurant, mom is an actress who used to be stuck in a contract for a very stressful TV series but has currently found a more comfortable place working in live theater), he was an only child without many close friends, so he used to just ditch school and wander around by himself. He never really got up to anything bad, but teachers sure wanted to act like he was already a lost cause. His parents realized he'd been neglected, and this school REALLY was unpleasant, so they moved to a new place, and had a new start.

For the most part, it was a really good change... a little TOO good at first. Benito was the new kid, tall, good-looking, athletic, and instantly popular. Lots of other kids gave him attention, or wanted his, without actually caring about him as a person. He got his feelings hurt, and his heart broke, and almost decided he didn't care if he hurt anybody else's feelings either... but Benito really isn't built for that. He cares too MUCH, and emotions resonate very deeply in him. He felt guilty, and thought maybe he just didn't deserve friends... Andrew changed that, getting to know Benito, making a genuine connection, and being able to just enjoy each other's company. Andrew also recognized how much empathy Benito had for others; why it hurt so much when people even thought he hasn't "good enough", and why he tended not to ask for attention even when he needed it.

Since then, Benito has been able to be more comfortable with his feelings, he likes to be the one that helps/takes care of others, but he's not a people-pleaser anymore. His sweet smile and gentle way of joking around hides how nervous he can still feel when other people make assumptions about him (and he's very aware that being such a big kid means he's judged more harshly if he every gets upset/angry, which isn't FAIR). Benito has a lot of hobbies (boxing, arts and crafts, video games, collecting unique animal figurines that are carved/sculpted, and he likes finding both versions of a movie/book so he can see the whole story), and a lot of skills (he takes several health classes/emergency training), but he's not sure if he wants to make anything a "career goal" yet (though, he's really good with kids, and later thinks about maybe being a teacher/somebody who helps children that have been through trauma)

Benito is certainly strong, but when he starts developing super powers, his abilities are more "intangible", he can turn himself invisible, pass through solid objects, and rip open spiraling portals that allow him to teleport! When his powers first show up, he needs to be able to SEE where he wants to teleport to, but as he gains more control, he can also go to any location he is very familiar with, and also lock-on to his friends whenever they need help.

While Phaze is technically in the groups of kids who are "villains", they aren't legit "evil"; mostly just jerks/punks/brats who have some angst to work through... and also, especially for Phaze, kids who are sick of being forced to not only follow unfair rules, but STILL get treated unfairly no matter how hard they try! Benito has a LOT of issues with people who get ignored or hurt by a system that is supposed to protect them, while actual "bad guys" get away with whatever they want. So... as villains, Phaze and his team can BREAK the rules in CONSTRUCTIVE ways! Sometimes the only way to make things fair is to stop playing a game that forces you to lose (and the hero kids get this too, so eventually, everybody is on the same page).

I knew I wanted spirals somewhere in his outfit, but I tried not to make it too busy or "stripey". Way back in the day, and early design for this character had JTHM claw boots because my best friend and I had just gotten into all that, and I wanted to keep it somehow... after struggling to make the spirals work as the focus of the design, I thought about making them the accents/trim . So, it still needed SOMETHING. Instead of a sleek onsie kind of outfit, I tried to add a jacket... I didn't want it to be a big coat/cloak and hood, because then he'd have Grim Reaper vibes. Not bad, just not his brand exactly. Though, a spooky "darkness/underworld" touch might help. Less with the idea of death itself, more with the idea of moving between worlds/passing through the portals he creates. I started to lean into bats, WITHOUT making him look like a lost Batman kid (or a vampire). I thought about different depictions of Camazotz that I've seen, and that helped with the idea of the claw boots being like bat talons, and part of the mask design having a lower jaw with fangs, and bat wings as the collar of the jacket. I also took inspiration with some luchador designs, finishing up the mask, adding in the spirals, and at last- he looks OK!

[koolkat9]

Saw you answering some Gereng questions and now I'm interested could you tell us a bit more about the dynamic between Prussia and England? I think it's interesting and would love to hear if you have any more ideas on it! 😃

They have this really weird relationship with Arthur dating Ludwig. In any other set up, they're besties. Sharing a lot of interests, bonding over punk stuff, getting into hijinks because they're gremlins. We even saw them as allies once in canon.

But now Arthur's dating Ludwig. Gilbert's "brother" who is actually more like a son, but either way. Gilbert is so protective of Ludwig. And as much as Gil likes Arthur, he's seen Arthur at his worst and knows that Arthur is self sabotaging, especially in his relationships, pushing people away instead of constructively working through things. So when Gil is reunited with Lud is the 90s and sees that GerEng is dating, he's pissed.

So in the beginning of GerEng dating (or at least Gil being there for GerEng dating), Gil is very antagonistic. The whole "You break my baby brother's heart, I break you" vibe. And though Arthur bites back, he's a bit intimidated. And Ludwig is just kind of annoyed because he feels like he's being babied.

Now...There is two ways this can go depending how mean I want to be. I have thought about making Ludwig and Arthur have a period where they break up because Arthur gives into his insecurities and starts avoiding Ludwig. And Ludwig is heartbroken and doesn't know what to do because both are terrible at communicating. It's a whole mess. Gilbert confronts Arthur about it, pouring out to Arthur just how much Ludwig loves him and how hurt Ludwig is. Arthur wallows that Ludwig deserves better, that he's broken, Ludwig doesn't need that and Gil just fucking punches him.

"I don't like you dating my brother. I don't think I ever will. Especially when you pulled this stunt. But stop with this self pitying. Ludwig loves you. You were there for him in his darkest hour. When I couldn't be. I've...I've rarely ever saw him as happy as he is with you. So don't just throw it all away because you're scared. Ludwig deserves better than that. And if you aren't ready for a relationship, then tell him. Don't do this miscommunication bullshit."

Now...I of course don't condone violence, but Arthur, who has lived a life full of violence sometimes needs a good punch to set his head on straight. So after this little talk, he works things out with Ludwig. Though he's terrified, as soon as he is with Ludwig again, he realizes he's not ready to give up on this yet.

But the more peaceful timeline, Arthur doesn't have this big melt down, Gilbert over time sees how happy Ludwig is and how genuine Arthur is with him, Gil kind of calms down. He's still on guard, but not as extreme as he once was and can have some fun with Arthur. The melt down timeline also ends like this at some point, but I think it takes more time to get there.

[fuzzydreamin]

Allo! Some asks for Alberta :3c

2. what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

5. how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

18. their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

29. are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

2. What sort of music would they like? Have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? Do they have a favorite song?

Various punk. They'd probably listen to bands like The Cramps and Dead Kennedys - a lot of 70's-90's bands. I don't think she would have a favourite song, she doesn't really have hard stances on small things like that and it'd be more based on her mood at the time.

5. How do they typically dress? Does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

Black or dark leathers and denims usually. It's both practical in the material but also a statement due to the patches sown onto the jacket (there's more than just the Tunnel Snakes design on hers now).

They're pretty set in their wardrobe too, and don't like having to wear other things often. She's the kind of person who would mostly have multiple of the same thing in her drawers because that's both what is comfortable and liked aesthetically. If Al can get away with it they'll wear the Tunnel Snakes jacket over the Brotherhood jumpsuit if they have to wear it for some reason (they don't actually do Brotherhood stuff enough to need to wear it that often - however they don't hate the feeling of the jumpsuit either, it's similar enough to a vault suit after all).

Al does not like dressing in feminine clothing like skirts or dresses, and dislikes how certain fabrics, like lace or wool, feel on their skin.

18. Their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

Lying: Depends on circumstance. They hate being lied to, but they also have a lot of secrets they keep covered with lies all the time. Hypocrite. Though to be fair, her secrets could usually end up in people getting hurt if they get out, so... Generally they don't lie about smaller stuff, usually just because they don't care/can't be bothered to.

Stealing: Depends on who and why. Robin Hood type dealings here, if someone has something they don't need as much as someone else then it's perfectly fine. Especially if those things would improve lives and aren't just petty wants.

Killing: Natural state of the wasteland. Normalising death was something she did pretty quickly after leaving 101 just as a way to cope with what she had and still was going through. Also in a fight they don't tend to think too much about anything other than winning and being the one to get out alive. Al might linger on what they've done in the aftermath, in quieter moments, but they don't like to... They won't reveal it often, but they are haunted by the amount of blood on their hands and how easily it got there.

29. Are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

There's a lot of fun that could be had with water symbolism in relation to the Project Purity plot, but generally I associate Al herself with air due to their transient nature. Also, if you mix both elements you get the chaotic destruction of storms, which I feel is also very apt for them.

[hdsouta]

↺ ... INTRODUCING : TRAINEE 093 ; ITO SOUTA .

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄 ▸ BORN ON MAY 11, 2003 IN NAGASAKI, JAPAN. SIGNED EXTENDED TRAINEE CONTRACT UNDER 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ON AUGUST 2020. NOTABLE SKILLSET(S) INCLUDE DANCE / VISUAL.

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CHECK OUT HIS STATS, PLAYLIST, AND PINTEREST.

hi everyone! i go by bon! i'm 25, in the est, he/she/they, and a full time student with a full time job. still, i'm sure i can be around a lot if not enough ok... also feel free to follow me on pinterest and i will follow back haha also ignore how ugly and messy my whole account is because i have too many FUUUUcking muses. thanks! i will also eventually have a playlist on spotify so tune in for that ok.

anywho, i'm here to introduce my new bean, ito souta, who i made specifically for this rp on a whim because i really wanted to join it... i've been eyeing it for a few days, so i'm so glad i got in today! well, i'll go ahead and write some stuff about him below:

basic stats.

full name: ito souta.

nicknames: soda.

age: nineteen.

birthday: may 11th, 2000.

gender: male, he/him.

quick personality tl;dr. (very original, i know.)

positive traits: supportive, cheesy, loyal.

negative traits: ruthless, vulgar, pressuring.

likes: dancing, music in general (specifically pop punk and hip hop stuff), sports (specifically basketball), pvp video games, uhm idk yall this is hard CRIES

in general, i like to think that souta is very egotistical yet somehow also very charismatic and outgoing. he probably gets annoying when he gets too far up his own ass, but it's how he deals with the hard work he puts in to be an idol without results (or so he thinks). he finds himself losing a bit of hope every new day because he's been doing this shit for so long... and with an injury he got when he had just started training, which almost impacted his future career.

in some of his very first few weeks of being accepted into the company, he fell on his shoulder doing rec activities during some down time (or however it works lmao), which gave him an injury he had to basically force himself to work through. due to this, it's definitely not healed right, but it's good enough in order to keep him thriving in the company and working towards his debut. still, it hurts on and off, and he tries his own physical therapy for it, but you know, it be hard sometimes ya feel.

uhmmm... i think otherwise he's a hotshot. i like to think he's the one that's always searched up on pinterest or when people scroll the profiles of groups, they always stop to double take him. that's part of his ego ish, because he knows he's hot shit and people turn heads at his appearance. it sometimes gets in the way of his logical thinking, but you know, he's a kid... so what do you expect?

on another note that i wanted to mention... he used to want to be a basketball player, and if he didn't go into the idol industry, he would have 100%

i'm kind of just spewing stuff and i think i will either edit this or make a new like info post whenever i get some real solid shit for him!!!

otherwise, i will say a little bit about me. i am 25, in the est tmz, prefer he or they pronouns, and you can call me bon or bonbon. the loml is ateez, and i would d*e for them in a heartbeat. i also love block b, omega x, and a few other groups. i'm always open to talking about things even if they aren't rp related! if you'd like to add me on discord, just lmk <3 i can give you my tag!

i'm going to get some FOOD now because i'm hungry and then i will reply to people as well as fish around a bit more. i can't wait to write with everyone and please excuse me if i seem a little off or don't understand jlskdf it's been a hot minute since i've been on tumblr to rp as well as been in an idol group (it's been YEARS since this one).

[always-andromeda]

Hi !! I absolutely love your blog and I would love Caramel Delight with Dano characters please!!!

Here’s a little bit about me;

I’m an artist, and i love music. I aspire to become an illustrator and i’m also super into photography and poetry. I love a ton of genres of music, such as 90’s grunge, 80’s new wave, alternative rock, and post punk !! I’m a bit into the alternative scene, i’m introverted (INFP), and i love collecting all sorts of trinkets of my interests (such as CDs, comics, and various figures!!:) I’m usually quiet but also very sensitive and anxious, i’m not the most outgoing person but i consider myself to be a great listener. I’m very shy/insecure around others and i’m a bit of a daydreamer who gets caught up in my thoughts most of the time.

Thank you so much and have an amazing day:))

Hello and hope you had a lovely Valentine's Day, friend!! And thank you so much for the love and support! Now, I have decided to pair you with Joby Taylor! If you've been on my page for any amount of time, y'all will know that I adore that man. So pairing him off is a huge deal and you can be sure that I feel very sure on this one! Let me explain myself.

Your interest in the alternative scene would set his alarm bells off immediately. Being a musician, he finds it so much more difficult to get along with people who aren't into it in a similar way to him. And, hey, if you collect CDs, I think he'd love comparing collections sometime. Sure, he'll judge the absolute hell out of your taste if it's not the exact same as him. But the second you start expressing hurt at his criticism, he'd sheepishly pull back, assuring you that he's just being an idiot. Because he really does want to know what you think, especially about music.

Now, one might think that your non-outgoing nature pitted against his...very outgoing personality would be a cause for conflict. But, if anything, I think that down to earth kind of disposition would be very grounding for him. He would also love getting you flustered with his more out of the box shows of affection. It would make him feel special, being able to be one of the only people who could have that effect on you so easily.

In the long run, he'd appreciate being able to form an intimate connection with someone that isn't built entirely around his rockstar persona. At the end of the day, he needs someone that he can simply be with. And I totally believe that he could just be with you, anon.

[giggly-squiggily]

squiggles, tell me your opinion on all the sk8 characters pls 👀

Hey friend! :D Oo, good question! I can certainly try! :D

This is gonna get long so under the cut it goes! (Also spoiler warning for SK8!)

Langa: *inhales* SNOW BABY- absolute angel. I adore him so much akljerjkaejkrja. He looks absolutely incredible while skateboarding and his faces going from charmingly cool to hilariously squishy makes my entire lifespan. I love his story and how he found a new passion in life after his father died. And how he was kind to Adam (who didn't deserve it) and gently reminded him how Skating should be: fun. Also his bond with Reki (if they're not canonically boyfriends, they are now) is one of my favorites in anime alltogether. He's so great ahhhh! I can't wait to see what comes next for him in the future!

Reki: *another inhale* AHH! God I freaking LOVE Reki!!! Maybe it's just my luck with anime, but rarely do I find sporty ones where a character's strengths aren't just the sport itself, you know? I love how Reki shines in designing and crafting skateboards and in turn teaching Langa how to do it. He's fantastic at explaining things and his understanding for the best outcome in wheels and boards is brilliant. Not to mention he's an absolute DOLL of a person. He's funny and charming; full of energy and one of the most supportive characters we see! I love how his story is more of a self-introspective one. I'm curious to see what they'll do with him in season 2- Is he gonna work on getting better via a Rei-esque character or is he gonna take the Makoto-esque route and lean more into skateboard support? (I use Free! comparisons because that's what's on the brain right now lkaejkrajkerjk) Either way I love him so much; he's grand.

Joe: My HUSBAND! That voice? Golden. Those muscles? *screams in Gou kin* That face? *melts* Can't you tell I love our big ol' green man? Joe's so funny and supportive to the kiddos in the show- I love how much of a big brother he is to Langa and Reki; giving good talks before a race and sneaking them in to get food at Cherry's. Also he's a cook! His food always looks good! And we can't talk about Joe without talking about Cherry! God there dynamic is absolutely hilarious! They're the old married couple that god divorced before they even proposed but are still married.

Cherry: My OTHER HUSBAND (and also: Mama Squiggily's favorite! I showed her the beach day episode last night) Where do I even begin with this guy? He's like Joe in the sense that he's absolutely hilarious but in a more composed sense. His entire theme while skating as this shinobi like warrior with a cyberpunk twist is just- YES. Also he's hot. He's so freaking hot holy gods- I love how defensive he gets over Carla and how he's constantly bickering with Joe despite showing up and supporting his business by eating there (we love to see supportive husbands lets go!) Also his story with Adam made my heart hurt- prior to the board smack, he probably thought there would be some sense of their old friendship there; but of course there wasn't. I wonder if we'll get to see more of that in season 2? Taking the ick out the equation- I just love Cherry so much (and his freaking LAUGH YES LORD).

Shadow: *flails* MY GUY!!! I love love love Shadow! He's mostly played for comedic relief, but he's such a great character! The shift between punk rock clown man to sweet flowershop boy is hilarious yet downright precious! I wanted to see more of him though- for all his comedic moments I want to see him get a proper story next season; maybe an arc that develops him further. All that being said; he's grand as they come! He's a grand himbo and a good soul!

Miya: *sobs* My child! The RPG king- he's a good kid! God his backstory hurt my heart; he deserves friends and people who care about him. I love how he calls Reki "slime" and all his different video game references. The brotherly dynamic between him and the others is just so freaking cute! (How he played Joe and Cherry's kid during the beach episode was so freaking cute aejrkaekjrkja). He's giving me big "Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy" energy and it's absolutely fantastic! Just- a genuine sweetheart through and through!

Adam: Ew.

Kamata: I don't really know all that much about her besides how she looks like Jesse from Team Rocket. Kinda has the same vibe too, you know? I'm kinda meh towards her- just general neutrality.

Kikuchi: Mr. Love Hotel! Frankly: he deserves better. He means well and he's so, so kind. Even at a young age, all he cared about was Adam and making him as happy as possible in life. He didn't deserve any of the BS Adam pulled on him. That one credit scene where he's holding Adam in his arms catching him was pretty cute, I can't deny. He's also a cutie and a really good skater, so that's that :D I like his revelations as a person and how he was always there for his childhood friend no matter what. He's pretty good in my eyes.

Now for some miscellaneous thoughts!

Reki's family: Precious. Langa's Mom? Queen. Carla? Love to see her. Adam's aunties? Hope they burn. Skateboard shop owner? Sweetheart. The little fox/dog thing? Adorable. Flowershop manager: Sweetheart.

Thanks for asking! :D

[uncloseted]

Do you think this is normal or something I should seek help for? I am constantly worried about offending someone or accidently saying something racist. I come from a small country and there's a few times I've noticed our slang might mean something negative in a different culture. The other day I learnt from Twitter that the hairstyle rat tail is considered offensive to be called that because of past racism connotations but everyone here calls it a rat tail without thinking twice. I feel that

in online culture today there is zero room for making ignorant mistakes and I'm terrified of making one. I don't want to hurt anyone and I don't want to get myself cancelled because I was stupid in trusting the slang of my country. My anxiety around it has got to a point where I will google nearly every word or phrase I am unsure about to try and make sure nothing offensive comes up. If one offensive thing comes up online even if it's from something stupid like urban dictionary I will

have panic attacks if I've used that word online in the past and feel like I've made the biggest mistake of my life and someone is going to turn around and call me racist or the person I said it to secretly thinks I'm a horrible person but never said anything. It doesn't help when I google a word or phrase half a year ago and when I search it again today new search results show. I try and educate myself but I also feel it's not normal to feel the need to google almost every word I use online

I think to some degree, this is a normal reaction to an abnormal situation. The possibility of being dog-piled by hundreds of people for making a well-meaning but poorly phrased statement (or even just a statement that doesn't overtly mention all possibilities and permutations of an issue) is a pretty new phenomenon, and I think the vast majority of us aren't really equipped to psychologically handle it. Nobody wants to feel like they're a bad person, and it's really easy to feel like you're a bad person when so many people are offering their commentary on your opinions.

That said, the degree to which this is creating anxiety in your life seems (to me) to be more than the average person. It might be worth talking to someone about your anxiety to see if you can find ways to reduce it.

In the meantime, I think it's important to remember that the internet isn't real life. The people who are the loudest and most aggressive online tend to be the people who are the most dissatisfied with their own lives and want other people to feel as miserable as they do. Their opinions aren't necessarily right or true, and their anger doesn't mean that you're a bad person. The people who are worth listening to are the ones who can let you know when you've said something potentially hurtful in a way that's kind and "calling you in" instead of "calling you out". Being able to grow and learn and be more culturally sensitive is important, especially as our world becomes more and more globalized. No person is born with perfect knowledge of all the cultural nuances of every country on earth, and that's okay. It's okay to be wrong or uninformed sometimes. And so I think the best thing that we can all do is to assume that people on the internet have good intentions, even if what they're saying is worded poorly or misinformed.

Also, for what it's worth, I think you're okay on the rat-tail thing. I'm in the US and people here call it that too. It seems like the origins of the term and the popularizing of the hairstyle (in the Anglosphere) came out of the largely white punk movement in the 80s, so I'd be curious to know what the person on Twitter thought was racist about it. I actually couldn't even find a debate about it online anywhere (I think the original person on Twitter may have taken down their post). Which brings me to my last point on this topic. Sometimes people on the internet just make stuff up. Just because one person says that something is offensive doesn't mean that their entire community feels that way, and it doesn't necessarily mean that you'll get in trouble for saying whatever that person objected to. Of course, if you see lots of people saying the same thing, take it seriously. But sometimes, personal takes are just that- personal.

[nix-far-scourge]

Got one with this post guys, made my fuckin night seeing the notification. Systems like you and other anti-endos are the exact reason I made it. So yes, thank you for falling for the bait. And while if Ari was front she would be nicer she isn't and I am. First off, fuck you, nothing justifies you alluding to wanting to kill endogenic and pro-endos alike. Who cares if people fake, I know you're a diagnosed OSDD-1b system but you being diagnosed doesn't make your systemhood any more real and valid than any number of systems that either can't or don't want to be diagnosed. And if you were so serious about going with the science you would know that there is at least one big name scientist who essentially said "yeah you could be a system with no trauma." Also you're just lurking around Tumblr leaving likes and nothing else? Gonna leave a hate comment while being too much of a coward to post or to even reblog is a bold choice to make. Now I know I'm taking the bait in responding but I find it oh so much fun to do because you cannot hurt me in a way that matters.

Next what exactly do you mean by "fakers?" Is it just anybody that doesn't bow to your whine and what you believe in? I don't give a shit about the answer cuz you aren't gonna convince me that you're way of thinking is right. I've known multiple quite large systems, I've known small ones, I've known systems with no fictives to systems with plenty of them. I've seen systems go through rough switches and systems go through unnoticeable switches too. I know systems who almost always have people co-fronting and some where it's only really one person front at a time. Headmates of various species and ages happen too. Or are the fakers those who don't want to tell you their origins or how they became a system?

So to reiterate it. Your kind are the single reason I made the post, not gonna block you this time but if you start adding to other posts being a shithead then I will. Hope you actually learn something and get out of that mindset as it fucking sucks to live in.

And remember all hate isn't punk fuck out of our tag with that shit

I don't get comments on my stuff or anything but still time for the occasional rent lowering gunshots. Easiest thing to go for is that we're pro-endo, we have multiple fictives, and like half of the system doesn't have roles. If you are upset by any of that not so kindly fuck off :]

[shirogane-oushirou]

1, 2, and 7!! :3

hello niiiiick! 🥰💕 thanks so much for the ask~!! i hope you've had a wonderful anniversary today!!!! seeing all of your older art for the first time has been such a blast 💕💕💕

1. have you gained any new F/Os this year?

ren my best friend ren!!!!! i'd list any new fandom-related f/os here but... tbch, i haven't played or read much of anything this year ;;;; also ren has had a stranglehold on my brain ever since he showed up at the start of may, so i doubt anyone new could have broken through that... hell, even the one other f/o i added is just an AU version of ren kjsdnfnkj.

2. if you did add any new F/Os to your list this year, was there someone who you absolutely didn't expect would end up becoming an F/O? if so, did it take you a long time to realize you like them, or did they take your heart by storm?

went to sleep one night thinking about [][][][]ing mars, woke up maybe 4hrs later, half-asleep, ready to put a ring on some other Guy my brain cooked up for me jkngkjngekj. could never have expected ren or his au counterpart, and they've rotted my brain ever since. a little more on the unexpected side, i was finally able to compartmentalize my feelings wrt boris hnkna! he was the first character i f/o'd (platonically) from hnkna, but in college, i introduced an online friend to hnkna and he felt a kinship w boris.... when things broke bad w him (hi, chat app trauma~~~), it broke bad with boris as well. he was "covered in The Ooze" and all of that. BUT! he lives with gray (rom f/o) and nightmare (other platonic f/o) in spade, so seeing him in a new setting, having learned from mistakes from previous games, hanging out with my husband and bestie, and his romantic route being much less squicky.... i finally felt comfortable adding him back to the platonic f/o list! 💕💕💕 he's actually one of the reasons why i decided to add platonic tags at all!!! i'm so excited to have my beloved punk catboy back!!

7. in a similar vein, were there any special/memorable moments you had with the selfship community this year? (this can be anything from taking part in an event to receiving a particularly kind message - no matter how big or small!)

genuinely the Whole Thing. All Of It. i initially made this blog a year ago as a place to dump my "cringe ass selfship posts" for oushirou, isolated from any other blogs, just for me because i didn't have the social capacity to join a big fandom... but then i saw an artist i like being completely open about her selfships on twitter, which inspired me. i decided to put the social skills i'd been practicing for several months to the test, opening myself up to a community i knew NOTHING about, with people i had ZERO connection to, who COULD be super clique-y and mean.... and i was pleasantly surprised. it turns out there are some absolutely amazing, wonderful, funny, friendly, kind, caring, thoughtful, skilled, creative people in this community who were welcoming despite my newness! (not to say parts of it AREN'T clique-y and mean -- pretending otherwise would hurt people who've been targetted -- just that there are more chill people than i expected ;;;) safeshiptember is probably the one thing that really kicked it off for me! that's when i started creating things Specifically for this blog and putting things in the fandom tags. people found me and i found them through our works, we started chatting a bit, started sharing each others' work with positive notes, and created real connections. i feel connected to people for the first time in 8 years, in a more "real" way than stream chats. 💗🥰

[lorenfinch]

Shuffle Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @macabremoons!

Name of the game: shuffle your "on repeat" playlist and share the first 10 songs and tag 10 people! I also saw someone on my dash play this game and find a way to relate each of the songs to their writing/WIP and that's exactly what I plan to do! (Plus, one of my dnd groups plays a game like this with our campaign and it's so much fun!)

I'll leave an open tag for this!

CW for discussions of abuse, so I will be putting this under a cut (though the cw mainly comes in at number 8).

Old Money - Jonathan Young and Caleb Hyles. An excellent track for the Archduke's Chosen, the vampire clan founded by the Archduke of vampires, rumored to be the very first vampire. I did say that most vampires in this setting aren't wealthy, but these are the exceptions. They make their unlife seem both glamorous and unattainable--rulers of gatekeeping, and their club is very exclusive. Most of the other vampires have a low opinion of them. This is Vince's clan.

Nevermore Episode 1 Soundtrack - Ele Soundtracks. Creepy forest vibes let’s goooo!

Rebel Yell - Billy Idol. A perfect song for Belladonna, leader of the Night Terrors! She's an outspoken rebel leader who gained the moniker of "The Banshee" throughout history and wears it with pride and this setting's equivalent of punk.

Swans - Lisa Gerrard. I had trouble assigning this to a character or moment, and then landed on Amaryllis, the witch vampire. This seems like something she’d listen to!

Venus - Lady Gaga. A fun song for Priscilla, one of Vince's fellow Chosen vampires!

Brotherswing - Caravan Palace. Thanks to Daria Cohen's Vampair Series on Youtube, this song conjures to mind images of two characters dancing with aggressive tension, in both senses of the word. In terms of this WIP, I like to think of Ren and Erevan performing that dance! They certainly outperform everyone else hehe

We All Rage - Legend of Vox Machina. A perfect Night Terrors anthem. They are angry.

All You Wanna Do - Six the Musical. OF COURSE SHUFFLE GIVES ME THIS. I SAID I WOULD EXPLAIN HOW EACH OF THESE SONGS HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH MY WIP AND SHUFFLE SAYS BET. Anyway, this is where the CW comes in, and you'll especially know if you're a Six fan or are familiar with this song. It's Renwick. Besides reading about vampires and loving cats, Ren's childhood was defined by being hurt, abused, or otherwise failed by the adults in his life who were supposed to love and protect him. And just like the song, he carries an element of hope that someday something will change, that maybe someone will love him enough to sweep him away from his horrible life. And thus he keeps trusting, keeps opening his heart to people who appear kind. And yet..."I thought this time was different/Why did I think he'd be different/But it's never, ever, different..." And just like Katherine Howard, he dies young, just a year older than she was when she was beheaded. (Fun fact: I once considered giving him Katherine for a deadname, after K Howard herself, but settled on something else.) But unlike the fifth wife of Henry VIII, Ren comes back and he comes back with fangs, claws, and a thirst for blood. I imagine him singing his own version of the song, detailing what he went through, and by the last chorus he's angry and confronting his abusers and then there's blood everywhere. But...thankfully, Ren does eventually find people who genuinely love and care for him.

Darkfall - Nox Arcana. I could imagine this playing during a certain point where Ren learns a horrible truth about someone he loves…

Daughters of Darkness - Halestorm. Another Night Terrors anthem to close that out! This one's for the ladies: Belladonna, Tansy, Dahlia, and Amaryllis. I imagine them singing this as they wreak havoc.

[iamhereinthebg]

thanks for answering my ask! i am starting to loooooove ur after life city au – it is already one of my favs fan aus so far!

the concept of this au is just creative and clever and interesting so far! like how u made the three clock keepers managing at different times of the day and having that steam-punk style is, ugh! the rest of the lords (and probs nene – i love akanene friendship) readying themselves to commit murder if someone hurts kyo is adorable! (and also him stealing random hearts to inspect them lmaoooo such an unhinged akane thing to do)

then there is shijima abusing her powers to create legit nightmares to those she thinks doesn't deserve it and rides on her paper airplanes cuz she doesn't want to walk – ugh, what a queen! (loving the sakumei crumb!) and mitsuba is hating his job, which kind of makes sense that he doesn't want to cooperate since he isn't a sadist and hates to see people suffer!

and the more i read, the more it makes me want to know the answers to these questions: how akane became kyo, like did he wander into the city after he died at the age of 12 and captured the hearts/the attention of kako and mirai? how come he was declared missing and not dead..? and why is he searching for the key to his clock?; how did sumire and katakuri become no.6's assistants? is it because among the sacrifices to shinigami, these two are the ones who aren't ready/doesn't want to reincarnate?; who is sakura waiting for?; how did tsukasa become hanako's shadow?; what is the role of the minamotos here?; and what is the real reason for hanako in wanting the rest of the lords to work together?

gah! this au is gonna be stuck in my head for a while now!

just, thank u sooooo much for introducing us to this au!!! i hope to see more of it!!

After life city au

Part 1/ Part2/ Part 3

AAAAAAAAAAH THANK YOU SO MUCH

I honestly absolutely wasn't excepting this au to interest sm thank you it means a lot QvQ ANd udgshjdgs you're too nice aaaaah

The three clock keepers managing at different times was just a funny idea I got after the riddle of the Sphinx :DD (even if the riddle is the other way around with the kid at the beginning of the day and the old man at the end but shhht) I thought the idea was really fun and I am pretty sure AidaIro didn't choose an old man for the past, a young man for the present and a kid for the future for nothing :))

Kyo is just way too pure for this underworld they just don't understand XDD they feel like they need to protect him (and yeees I still wanted him to be like super blunt but in a happy way now XD)

And I am happy to see you like the ideas with Mei and Sousuke too aaaah

I will try to answer my best :D

For Amane and Tsukasa I already answered here if you want ^^

What's important to know is indeed what is the Minamotos role. They are descendant of the god of lighting who is the one who decided to banned some gods in the underworld and have the duty to protect the near shore. Yorimistu is the one who decided to give all this reincarnation job to the underworld, promising that if they behaved and did a good job the ancient beings there will be offered a day or two in the near shore sometimes to see the sun.

Teru and Kou are the sons of the Minamoto chief and have learned all their lives how to get rid of supernaturals who end on Earth sometimes (it kinda work as Tartarus in the greek mythology, the monsters never die they just come back after some times). So they are still exorcists in this au.

And they will get involved into this mess because some reports said that several souls never got to reincarnate properly despite being able to go to the After Life city. So they will have to go in it as a official trip between the two shores (because the dad doesn't have the time to go). Hanako is the one who is in charge of keeping touch with them and he HATES them (and if you read the stuff about Hanako and Tsukasa you definitely know why :')), the feeling is reciprocated.

They don't have that much informations of the far shore, because a lot of books about it got burned several time, a lot of History have been lost between time. So there is a lot of misinformations. They think all the supernaturals there are evil and just trying to get rid of humans. When they wil get ready to go as 'princes' of the Near shore, they will be accompagnied by an Akane girl who said want to act as their guards (with one of her friend, who is only human but will just send a kind of flying robot to go there (that's Lemon, I just wanted him in this au yep that's all so he has a robot yes don't ask)). Since the Akane and Minamotos Family have a long history together they will accept. (You all get that this is Aoi, but she wants to go there definitely not to protect the Minamotos but to take care of some personal business :) and Lemon is here because he is her best friend)

One of the big misinformation the Minamotos have are about the relationships between the Akane, the Katakuri (I will call them this since I have no idea what is his last name) and the Minamotos. In the recent texts it is said that they are special families who always worked together, so Kou and Teru believe that. But this is absolutely false. Several centuries prior, the Minamotos (still not having the right history because the stuff between the Gods happened millenials ago, only some people from the Far shore know the truth) afraid of the increasing number of supernaturals, started to use humans sacrifices to appease the Far Shore. It didn't really work but they didn't stop. They only stopped once Yorimistu was here and started to give a real jobs to the Far Shore (they didn't have this reaincarnate job before him) Only two were able to stay in the far shore at this time, Sumire and Katakuri who were raised as sacrifices all their life. Their hatred of the Minamotos and the humans were what got the attention of Shinigami who offered them to stay as supernaturals to help him. Even if it had been centuries they are still really angry about their human situations :)) and will deifinitely use what they can to make the Minamotos pay for what they did.

Sakura is waiting for someone to take her place as the next princess to then become the queen. That's what the previous queen did with her. Normally the Lords know this because this procedure already happened, but they don't have the best memories having lived for millenials in the dark for some. Only some remember but they aren't the ones who will talk :)) (and I let you guess who she is really waiting for ahah)

And for Akane that's exactly as I said, He didn't get declared dead because he went missing :) He indeed took the attention of Mirai and Kako but when he was alive I let you guess what happened after (you can go check Part 1 if you want there is some info there eheh 👀👀)

Kyo is sure that he will be able to feel other things than being just happy all the time if he finds the key of his lock. He learned that locks are meant to protect something so he wants to find the key (he is kinda simple minded ahah)

Hanako want the rest of the Lords to work together I am pretty sure you can understand what for with all the infos now 👀 The gates between the near and far shore are rarely opened for everyone (some supernaturals can go there but not that much, Mirai and Kako can, Tsuchi can too but never go and Yako too but she doesn’t care either. And they have tons of paperworks to fill and all/ they are considered the least dangerous of the Lords so that's why) but since the Minamotos will need to come to check some things, they will have to be opened at least twice :))

Here you go! I tried not to give all of it (honestly I did but shhht) I really hope you will still like it eheh Thanks a lot for your asks they really make me super super happy :DD

(ngl I think there is a lot of inconcistencies especially about who can go in the near shore and who can’t. It’s kinda like in the manga, some of them are sealed and others not x’) (let’s say that ahah) because I don’t have everything in my head so I will maybe come back to correct some stuff sometimes ahah x’) since I didn’t write anything before and the last time I worked on it was two years ago dhsj I will try my best though! but this is mostly for fun yay)

[anystalker707]

Pleasantly Surprising

Pairing: Gerard x Reader Word count: ~ 4 000 Genre: Fluff / Enemies to lovers Summary: (Y/n) meets a nice group of guys in a concert. Warning: Blood, but no violence or wounds description.

Requested on Wattpad

a/n: This one if for you blood kink bastards </3

(Y/p) = Your pronouns

Feeling the cold night air filling my lungs with a faint smell of grass is much better than the smoky and sweaty, heavy air present among the public that gets worse near the mosh pit. I lean back against the brick wall, feeling the cold surface through the thick jeans of my jacket, digging into my shoulder blades as I try to control my breathing, quietly watching the band leaving the stage to give place to another.

My throat feels dry, aching the slightest after I swallow around the sharp and cold breaths, so I look around for a stand to buy at least a soda, ankling over to the nearest one. The line isn't actually that long – thank hell –, but that doesn't prevent a random bastard from trying to cut in line.

"Hey, what in the fuck you think you're doing?" I raise an eyebrow, pulling them back by their collar and they just look at me with this sulky face, bottom lip sticking out and lip ring glowing lightly under the reduced lighting. "No cutting in!"

"Says who?" they retort bitterly. "What you gonna do about it?"

"Aw, bold, aren't we?" I raise an eyebrow, glancing down and... the motherfucker is wearing school clothes, lacking the tie and shirt untucked. Private school. "What are you? Not like the other kids? The line isn't even that long, stupid."

"Fuck off," they sigh, shrugging out of my grip and harshly fixing their clothes.

"Frank– Fuck, Frank, the hell, can't we leave you alone for a single second?" A random voice suddenly interrupts our interaction before a tall person approaches, a motherly and worried air lacing their gaze. They look from me to Frank before exhaling, raising an eyebrow, at which Frank shrugs. "I'm sorry for whatever Frank did, he–"

"Fuck, no, Ray!" Frank cuts them off, "you're not playing the good guy here! I was just trying to–"

"Trying to cut in the line, yeah, very nice of you, isn't it?" I roll my eyes, twisting my mouth. At least he isn't lying, but is he stupid or something? Why would he try to convince us what he was trying to do was alright?

It looks like Frank is going to argue for a second, but ends up just groaning through gritted teeth and looking away with a sigh and tense shoulders.

Ray doesn't look any amused, only observing Frank like who looks at a puzzle after having tried to solve it for weeks without success. They shake their head, turning to me instead. "I'm Ray, he/him, nice to meet you. Sorry for Frank, what he did is... unfortunately usual."

I observe him looking at him from head to toes. School uniform just like Frank's, tucked shirt, loose tie. "Hi. I'm (y/n), (y/p). And don't worry, I would've done the same," I breathe, looking away from the two to hand the person behind the counter the money after pointing to the drink I want.

"What?" Frank gasps. "You would've done the same and still acted all like that towards me?"

I roll my eyes, sighing. "Me doing it doesn't mean I like being affected by it." I grab the change, shoving it in my pocket then step aside for Frank and Ray, cracking the can open.

"Y'know–" Frank crosses his arms over his chest, throwing his nose in the air, "–my momma says that you should treat the others as you want to be–"

"Aw, honey, so you'd like me cutting in the line right in front of you? Shamelessly?" I raise an eyebrow at him, unable to hold back a grin when his face gets bright red, hands balling into fists. Not gonna lie, it's kinda cute how he twists his mouth. Frank is about to curse when Ray is shoving a couple of cans into his hands – a sigh leaves his lips instead. "Two for each?" I question and sip on my drink.

Frank smirks, looking at me with humor. "Yeah, wanna watch me drink them at once?"

Ray rolls his eyes at Frank, shoving him out of the way after noticing there were people behind them. "We're actually with two other friends. Are you alone here? Do you wanna come along?" He smiles, ignoring Frank's complaints, so I opt for doing the same.

"I guess that'd be nice," I hum, shrugging. Otherwise, I'd be going home right now and Ray actually seems nice... I mean, Frank does too, but I'm not feeding his ego.

The other two stand against a brick wall when we find them, both quietly chatting to each other until seeing us approaching. The first one doesn't exactly react, more interested in the can Ray hands him, but the second, greasy punk, hums questioningly, straightening their posture as taking a good look at me almost like I did to Frank earlier. "And who are you?"

"(Y/n), (y/p)," I mutter, looking at them from over the rim of the can, taking a sip of my drink.

"Found lying in the trash when I approached," Frank adds, but doesn't seem so confident after I playfully shove him aside.

"Gerard, he/they," Gerard replies, eyes never averting away from mine. What is he, kind of a gang leader? Got a hell of an ego, though a bit differently from Frank – I'm noticing a pattern here, huh. "Mikey, he/him," he continues, nodding to the other guy.

I throw my empty can in a trashcan before leaning in towards Gerard. He tries to escape the touch, but he's against a wall, there's nowhere to go. How cute. "Belleville High," I say, finally able to make out what the small black letters embroidered on the chest area says, and step away, allowing Gerard to breathe. "Isn't it that private school? Catholic one? Wow, who'd know I'd find BH students here!"

"Stereotyping, are we?" Frank raises an eyebrow. It's impossible holding back a smile at him.

"No, never," I chuckle. "It's just a... rare occurrence. You came here right after school?"

"Not really." Ray shakes his head. "Just didn't have the opportunity to change. Good thing it's Friday, tho," he chuckles humorlessly and I nod in a silent agreement.

"And where do you study?" Frank takes a better look at my face. "If you study, that is."

I scoff, but don't reply just yet. Mikey is the most tidied up out of the four whereas Gerard has his tie loose around his neck, shirt untucked, blazer all wrinkled. "Of course I study, dumbass!" I glare. "But I'm in the public school near the park. But I've seen you before." I nod towards Gerard. "Just don't know where."

Gerard's eyes narrow. "Are you sure?"

"It's not always that I see a greasy vampire looking around, so yeah."

A silence hovers between us for a moment, both of us staring at each other until he feigns unamusement, looking away – I smile with a stupid pride swelling in my chest.

The night ends with us exchanging numbers after a solid hour of joking around and throwing sarcastic insults at each other. Teasing Gerard was particularly fun because he often ran away from the whole joking or at least tried to and even Mikey laughed when it failed, though sometimes succeeding when Frank finally managed to get the spotlight on himself. Ray is sweet, despite being the perfect example for 'looks like a cinnamon roll, but can actually kill you.'

Gerard got my attention, to be honest.

Saturday and Sunday go by quite slowly and thankfully texting the guys every five minutes doesn't make it as depressing as usual. Texting Gerard isn't the same as texting Frank – who replies a text to each word I send him –, however. Gerard often replies with a word or a vague comment and guess what? I'm only more interested.

No Gerard manages to slip between my thoughts during school, but it ends up happening as soon as I step past the gates. Belleville high, isn't it? Shitty elite, but they don't really seem to be like that... let's see if that wasn't just great acting. That's not even a mile away from here. I look down the street, the direction opposite to where I would usually go. It won't hurt to say hi, right? Not to mention I've got nothing to do for the rest of the day.

Belleville High's classes finish about ten minutes later compared to my school's, so I don't bother walking too fast, but not slow enough to let my palms get clammy or overthink anything. Amazing how I can feel like this about people I only met once. Okay, whatever, take a deep breath because I guess I know these curls.

"Look at who we have here!" I throw an arm around Frank's neck, interrupting whatever they were doing and attracting wide eyes towards me. Turns out I found them earlier than expected, hanging out in the park.

"Damn, are you everywhere?" Frank raises an eyebrow at me and presses his lips together, though never stepping away. Blood?

"Who knows?" I joke. "Also..." I trail off, only now taking a good look at them. "Man, what in the hell fucking happened to you guys? Seriously–" I yank a paper off Frank's back, sighing at the 'kick me' written across it and hand it to him, shaking my head. What fucking idiot did this? How the hell did they even get into a fight? It doesn't seem like they were fighting each other.

Frank groans poorly, wadding the paper into a ball and tossing it at the nearby trash can. He's got a few scratches above his eyebrows and blood trailing down the corner of his lips. Mikey and Gerard are probably in the best state out of the four – Gerard got blood trailing down his nose and same for Mikey, though on opposite sides and Mikey's cheek is smeared with blood. I can't say the same about Ray... I don't know how he's not even wincing with all that blood trailing down his face.

"Well," Mikey breathes, bringing a hand to the back of his head, "you can say that–"

"Why do you even want to know?" Gerard steps forward, hands clenched into fists by his sides. "You got nothing to do with it, okay?"

"Aw," I breathe a chuckle. So he wants things to happen like this? But does he have the nerve to keep it? I may not have known him for long, but the attitude is clearly foreign, unmatching. "And what, baby? You lost, didn't you? And you're a fucking sore loser!"

"I just don't see why you should know." He twists his mouth, looking at me uninterested, but it doesn't take long until he's looking at me with these eyes, irises barely seen, eyebrows scrunched close. "And don't talk to me like that! Maybe it would even be better if you fucked off and left us alone, don't you think?"

Man, he talks a lot. Too much. No wonder why he's in such a state. Maybe he'll shut up if I...

"Holy..." Frank trails off with a quiet chuckle and I'm certain Gerard would have glared at him if he wasn't processing what just happened.

Meanwhile, Mikey and Ray stare at me with wide eyes – as wide as Gerard's, but they're not as petrified as Gerard is, for sure, only with hesitant, unsure grins on their faces. I suppress the urge to laugh at Gerard, instead more focused on rubbing my tongue against the roof of my mouth, trying to get rid of the salty and metallic taste.

A quiet sound comes from Gerard as he finally moves, maybe a groan, not sounding really comfortable. He brings a hand up to his lips. The perfect trail of almost dry blood is now smudged, following the direction I licket it to, having the blood smeared across his chin and bottom lip. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," he groans, frantically cleaning his lips and chin with the back of his wrist, against the sleeve of his blazer. "What the fuck? You're gross!"

I roll my eyes with a sigh. "Man, I wonder why I thought being an asshole could be solved."

"Eh, trust me, he isn't normally like this," Ray says with a shrug, looking at Gerard like if he was a chained angry dog even after receiving a glare.

No one gives Gerard's tantrum much attention as we soon sit down on the grass and change the subject before we can notice. Surprisingly, Gerard sits down next to me. Even more surprisingly, he leans closer at some point and whispers, "well, look at who's the vampire now."

Saying Gerard's words got stuck in my head would be an understatement. Maybe it's a nightmare, maybe it's not, but it does get me randomly blushing or stupidly grinning during random times of the day. Nonetheless, school the following day does help a bit with cleaning my head a little.

After a few hours of staring at blackboards, the setting changes to staring at records hanging on the walls and it's honestly better. Incoherent, loud chatter being changed to music of my choice is a lot better, even if I need to talk to a customer now and then.

"This is the place I told you about. I've only been here once, but it seems good," a voice says from the outside, but I don't look up from my homework.

"Never been here," someone else says. A pause follows then their footsteps sound clearer and I sigh, shoving my things on the space under the counter.

"Hello, good afternoon," I say automatically, holding back a groan at how my eraser insists on falling and grabbing it fast. "How can I help you?" I finally look up just to freeze. And the four have the same reaction, to be honest. "I knew I had seen you before," I say to Gerard.

"What a small world!" Frank approaches, immediately narrowing his eyes and throwing his nose in the air as looking over to me. "So you're not a rebel who only wanders around and goes to free concerts during the night and stalks us?" He raises an eyebrow, looking around the place, inspecting the shelves full of records and CDs.

"So you only got one set of clothes?" I mock, staring at his school uniform.

Frank exhales, shoulders dropping. "We just got here from school." He motions vaguely to his messenger bag and I nod, humming, not like it matters a lot.

While we talk, Ray and Mikey wander around, talking quietly to each other and sometimes taking a record in hand, but Gerard... he stands there awkwardly, observing Frank and I with a lost gaze. What is he doing? Trying to act all cool like last time? Or doesn't know how to react?

"Hello," I greet, which sounds more like a question. Frank turns around to look at him, apparently understanding Gerard as much as I do.

Gerard presses his lips together and steps forward, also leaning against the counter. "You didn't mention you work here."

"Didn't have a reason to." I shrug.

The corner of his lips twitch and he's holding eye contact until sighing. "Okay, whatever. Got anything new on Misfits or Pumpkins? Also, Bauhaus." He glances at me, black strands falling over his eyes for a moment before he's pulling them away. Cute.

"Of course." I grin, moving to the cabinets behind the counter.

Frank eventually darts off as I show Gerard the records and cassettes like he wanted. I glance around to make sure Frank is paying attention to whatever Mikey is telling him and Ray before I turn to Gerard again, grinning lightly. "Y'know," I mutter, leaning forward with my elbows over the counter. "I've got passes for a bar concert tonight. Wanna come?"

"What do you mean by passes?" His eyes never avert from the records – he runs his fingers over them delicately, examining each of them closely.

"Each ticket was about ten dollars and they're sold out, but the store is sponsoring the event and I got free passes." I smirk, watching his eyebrows raise lightly. "I usually can get one person in with me. What do you say?"

He pauses. "Why me?"

"Because you're the one I know the least." And also the one I'm interested in. "Pick you up at seven, what do you say?"

He sighs. "I'll text you my address."

.

"Wow, you're..." Gerard stares at me with a blank face, standing there and letting all the cold air get in. He rushes into the car, closing the door carefully.

"I'm...?" I raise an eyebrow, sinking my foot down on the gas, pulling away from the sidewalk.

"I don't know." Silence. "Not what I expected."

"Glad to know." I grin. "You're also not what I expected. You're never what I expect, to be honest..." He wasn't all open in the beginning, but also wasn't the asshole he was in the park – in his defence, at least, he had just gotten out of a fight, nerves still on edge. At the store, however, he seemed more like himself. "Also, you're looking good."

Gerard's eyes are surrounded by eyeliner and a red eyeshadow – definitely nothing I would see him in, but also nothing I'm disappointed about –, bringing out his paleness. And for the first time, he isn't wearing that stupid school uniform and fancy shoes are replaced by platform boots. A leather jacket clutches his shoulders, decorated with a few studs and patches, and covering a nice Slipknot shirt. And there are his jeans, fucking tight and I swear I hadn't noticed this guy got such a nice ass and, fucking hell, it's difficult not staring at his thighs flat on the seat, with a chain falling over one of them.

"Thank you," he mutters quietly. Even in the reduced lighting, I can see his cheeks gaining a red tone before he looks away.

The place is crowded, but not overly – which is why the tickets were even sold, at first place – and it's fun seeing Gerard's chin drop when he looks at the sign of the place. To simplify, everyone is either always wanting to play in this bar or come watch someone play and the tickets are not only always sold in small quantities, but also expensive.

"Let's go," I chuckle after having spent a good moment observing Gerard.

We jog across the street, towards the entrance, just straight away skipping the whole line. The guy in charge of letting people in looks at us indifferently, in a silent question, muscles clear under the tight staff shirt. Even if there's no visible difference in his expression, he does relax a bit after I show him my pass and steps aside to let us in.

"Wow," Gerard mutters, almost inaudibly.

"You like it?" I ask as we walk through the people. No answer comes. He stayed back, of course; the boy is kinda shy and hesitant, after all. "C'mon!" I take a hold of his hand to pull him with me until we're in the bar area, which's much calmer. He stands there for a moment, looking around, until I point at one of the stools, sitting down on the one beside it.

Gerard shifts on his seat, hands resting on his lap and clenched into fists. He observes everything with wide eyes and I can't bring myself to avert my attention away from him. He's beautiful.

When the band starts playing, however, the atmosphere starts changing. It's a classic punk band – the kind of people you'd see around in skate lanes, spraying anarchist messages on a building's wall or behind a McDonald's counter – and the music is good, nonetheless, raw and emotional and demanding. Great to dance to.

Gerard is shy, as already stated – what makes me wonder how he even agreed on coming –, taking a good time to actually stand up from the stool and join me.

His hand is warm under mine, maybe not as warm as his cheeks seem to be. I had taken it in mine to pull him up from the stool, only, but he didn't let go and... oh well. Aren't you interesting, Gerard? I grin to myself and take his other hand to pull him to dance with me; that if you consider moving around to the rhythm of the song some kind of dance, but Gerard doesn't complain.

I'm not sure how much time goes by – I only question myself about that once the band is saying good night, breathing audibly as they get off the stage. The live music is replaced by a momentary incoherent chatter when loud music fills the place again, this time coming from the speakers. Gerard and I are out of breath when averting our attention from the stage to each other. My arms feel a bit sore after all of that, almost the opposite to my numb legs.

"Wanna grab a drink?" I nod towards the bar. "We can go to the alley to take a breath, then."

"Sounds good."

The non-alcoholic drinks are as cold as the night air, suddenly making it even more obvious how much we jumped around to the band's sound. We lean against the wall opposite to the side of the bar and I look at Gerard, watching his chest rise and fall fast, only coming to a longer pause when he brings the glass to his lips. He observes something above us, maybe the sky, but I don't care.

"Your nose is bleeding again." I suddenly note, seeing the dark red trail now almost reaching his upper lip. Not a surprise. He hurt his nose not much over a day ago and all the jumping must have opened the wound.

"Fuck." Gerard brings a hand to his nose and sighs when seeing the red stain on his fingers; I chuckle softly, halfheartedly. "What? You wanna lick it again?" he teases, raising an eyebrow at me. He apparently opts for not ruining the sleeve of his leather jacket, regarding it more than his school blazer.

I roll my eyes, smiling helplessly. "Well, if you'd like me to," I decide to tease back, looking at him through half lidded eyes.

"Ah, you wouldn't dare!" He chuckles, blood staining his lips according to how he talks.

"You think so, honey?" I raise an eyebrow. A few stutters come from him, but I just grab his glass and set it aside with mine, on the ground, before stepping towards him. "Tell me, why are you always so... bold around me? It's clear it's not part of you, as Ray even said." I suppress a humorous chuckle at how he frantically backs away against the wall, having nowhere to go. This brings me memories. "Maybe it has a specific reason?"

Gerard's eyes are wide, lips twitching, though no word ever comes through and his expression changes instantly once I get a hold of his hips and pin him to the wall. Feeling the heat coming from his cheeks is almost possible and all that resistance is gone, tendering into compliance and shyness.

"Look at you, Gerard," I mutter, rubbing circles into his hips as leaning in. "How surprising can you be?"

Having Gerard only letting out a quiet whine in response as his hands rest hesitantly over my shoulders make my heart flutter in my chest. I finally lean in, pressing my lips to Gerard's; he returns the kiss right away, lips sliding against mine easily.

And there it is; the rich metallic taste of Gerard's blood. I run my tongue over his bottom lip, snatching a hum from him, which turns into a whining-gasp once my teeth sink into it slightly.

His hands tighten around my shoulders, I grip harder onto his hips in consequence and he's sent relaxing back against the wall. He never had control over the kiss, but he's suddenly just giving up on the power at once with a quiet sound, slowly wrapping his arm around my neck to pull me closer and I gladly deepen the kiss.

"Wow, love," I breathe as soon as we part the kiss, lungs screaming for air. Gerard doesn't reply verbally, with his lips brushing lightly against mine and, by now, the blood is starting to get sticky, on its way to drying, also on my lips.

"I hope we can go out more often," he mutters shyly, not long before burying his face in the crook of my neck.

[curry-and-casteliacones]

Name: Cherry

Age: 28

Height: 5'0"

Pronouns: She/Her mostly but is fine with anything really. Pretty apathetic so just goes with She/Her because she's AFAB and never bothered to change them as She/Her doesn't bother her.

Hair: Black, dies it pink and red

Eyes: Brown

Sexuality: Lesbian, demiromantic

Lives: Kanto

Profession: Battle Cafe employee

Personality: Comes off as cold or rude but she is incredibly kind to anyone who deserves it. No matter who you are she'll help you as long as you aren't rude to herself or others. May come off as scary due to her face and clothing style but she genuinely wants to make the word a better place. Extremely protective of children. Very much a "do no harm but take no crap" kind of person.

Likes: Sweets, lollipops, fashion, her job, her boss, cooking, the color pink, rollerskating,

Dislikes: People being rude, abuse of power, Her uniform, anyone being rude to kids,

Story Significance: Sana's best friend back in Kanto, the two of them speak nearly every day and visit each other frequently.

Relationships:

-Sana- Best friend. She sees Sana as someone who needs to be protected at all costs. She is the one who taught Sana how to battle when they first met. Thinks Sana is a little clueless but she couldn't be more glad to know her.

-Other Friends- Has a group of punk/alt friends who she spends a lot of her off time with. All of them are big sweethearts.

-Her boss- She gets along well with him, but thinks he takes everything not seriously enough. He's very carefree and always is looking on the bright side. He talks about his kids a lot to her. She babysits for him when she's free and his kids adore her.

Pokemon Team:

Dazzle (cherrim, female)

Razzle (cherubi, female

Blossom (galarian rapidash, male)

Unnamed for now(shiny galarian zigzagoon, male)

Sakura (alcremie, female) (ruby swirl)

Ragdoll (mimikyu, male)

Battling Style: Very reactive. Waits for an opponent to make the first move and then adjusts her strategy accordingly. Known to go easy on kids. Always tries to get her opponent to learn something new, wether she's doing it consciously or not. If an opponent has a weak spot she will often target it but not hard enough to win, just for them to realize they were making a mistake.

Random Facts:

Hunts down team rocket grunts in her spare time with her friends. She doesn't think anyone should treat pokemon that way.

Always has snacks on hand to give to others, also carries water bottles and band aids.

Very to the point and sometimes that hurts others feelings, but it's usually in your best interest to listen to what she has to say

Was actually the one who taught Sana how to battle when they first met.

In the pokemon universe, kindness is usually rewarded and being rude usually turns out not very well. Cherry is one of the ways things can turn out not so well for you. She is also one of the ways you can be rewarded. Cherry does her best to do good to others that do good.

Her cherrim and cherubi are sisters. The cherrim is the older one. Neither of them battle, they instead just like spending time with cherry and at home.

Her rapidash was a gift from her boss, at the time it was just a ponyta. Her zigzagoon was another gift, but as an egg.

If you want someone to teach her how to battle she's your girl. Anyone wanting to learn or improve is sent her way.

She's pretty well known where she lives, as she does a lot of volunteer work. Her and her friends have a reputation of being always ready to help.

[fuck-goes-on]

Reminder

pairing/s: dio morrissey x f! reader

summary: dio was being a brat, dancing with another girl in front of his mommy, so you take it upon yourself to remind him who he belongs to

warning/s: SMUT 18+ (MOMMY KINK, MMlb dynamics, light bondage, cock slapping, hand jobs, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, praise kink, dacryphilia (crying is arousing)), dom&sub aftercare, comfort, mentioned ricky and eddie

note/s: GODDAMNIT im back to my bullshit again huh, this time we fuckn making dio our BITCH!!! hhh ok all i need to do now is write eddie, and mayhaps all three of them together OTL gif is mine lol

masterlist

You were not having a good day. You had missed your bus stop after already being an hour late to work, and to top it all off, you were accused of the mistakes in a large business report you and your coworkers wrote. After a long day of trying to fix whatever went wrong in the said report, Dio, your little devil, dragged you out of the comforts of your home to a nearby club and wind down with him.

The club wasn’t somewhere you would go, but it seemed to please Dio and you thought to yourself, why not just enjoy it? You weren’t needed at home, anyways, with Ricky out with his friends and Eddie at the library to study. And of course, Dio was with you the rest of the night.

He took you to the bar and ordered the both of you some drinks, glancing at you with a grin. You sat in front of him on the stool, leaning back against the bar to see that mischievous glint in his eyes. "Now, isn't this fun, mommy?" He said unabashedly, his hands resting on your thighs as he stood in between your legs. He picked up your drink once it arrived, sniffing it once before handing it to you.

"It's alright," You teased, giving him a half-smile. Sipping on your drink, you take your time scoping out the area. There were multiple bodies on the dance floor, all dancing and swaying to the beat of the songs, and there were groups of people sitting at the booths and the bar. You looked back at him, catching the soft expression on his face before it melted back to his confident persona. "I can see why you and your friends like coming 'round here, it's entertaining and the booze ain't bad either."

Dio glowed at your praise, perking up and broadening his shoulders. "Of course! I wouldn't bring my mommy anywhere that's polluted with a bunch of drones." You shook your head, amused by his words. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss on the edge of his lips, feeling him chase you when you pulled back. He pouted for a second before bringing back his cheshire grin, "Do you want to come dance with me, mommy? I promise you'll have a good time."

"Hmm, I don't know, baby," You said regretfully, "I'm feeling too tired to dance. How about you go and have fun, hm? Mommy will keep an eye on you from here."

You laughed as he harrumphed, knowing that he brought you here solely to show you off, and now he wouldn't get the chance to. Your devil was a popular guy amongst the punk grunge community, that much you knew, but you've never been introduced into it.

Watching him slunk into the crowd, you silently observe him as you drink your liquor. He walked through the crowd as if it would part just for him, and it did. His head was held high, a slight swagger to his walk, and-

He approached a girl, slightly shorter than him, definitely a fan of him by the way she reacted, and led her to the dance floor. You glare daggers into the girl across the room, but mostly directed it into the leather-clad shoulders you were oh so familiar with. Your grip around your glass tightened as he turned her around, her back facing you, so he could catch your eyes as they ground against each other. You throw back your drink, finishing it in two gulps before standing up and stomping your way towards them.

Dio's shit-eating grin grew wider as you got closer, and the little devil had the gall to look pleased when you grab him by the arm and pull him away from the girl. Thankfully, she must've noticed your dark look and scrambled off into the crowd. You seethed at him as he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you flush against his body. "What's the matter, mommy? I thought you wanted me to have fun." He whispered in your ear.

You reached your hand up to run your fingers through his black hair, suddenly gripping it tight and tugging his head backwards. He moaned out loud at the action, an open smirk on his lips you desperately wanted to erase. His eyes were dark as his gaze landed on your tense expression, and you knew then that that was the reaction he was looking for.

"I didn't mean that kind of fun, baby. If I'd known you wanted to be a slut tonight, I would've treated you like one," You growled at him, making him bite his lip to suppress his whimper. You let go of his hair, turning around and start walking towards the exit, knowing Dio would follow you out.

The ride home was fast, your hand clutching at the steering wheel tightly while your other hand held Dio’s just as tight. You felt his eyes on you the entire time, but besides your joined hands, you ignored him completely. 

When you arrive back at the empty home, you had slightly calmed down but still intended to punish Dio. He almost bumped into your back in the hallway of your house after you paused in the middle. "Mommy?" He quietly asked, feeling the shift of your energy.

You turned to face him, eyes hardened, your gaze made him cower. "Go to the bedroom and strip. Hands above your head. Don't touch, or it'll be worse for you. Understand?"

Dio nodded, his breath catching in his throat. But you aren't satisfied with that, so you grabbed his jaw, forcing him to open his mouth. "Y-yes, mommy, I understand."

"Good. Now go." You watched carefully as your devil scrambled up the stairs towards your room, his leather coat flying behind him. You took your time, however, before following him up. After bidding your time by checking things around the house, you finally climbed the stairs and entered your room.

Dio was spread out on top of your pristine sheets, as naked as the day he was born, with his hands above his head. You were pleased that he took your orders seriously for once and hummed in appreciation. His eyes were on you, tracking your every movement and waiting for your next order.

Instead, you reached down underneath the bed to grab the box of toys you shared with your three boys and pulled out a soft strand of rope. You moved to straddle Dio around his chest, far away from his leaking cock. Taking his wrists, you pulled them up and tied them to the headboard. You checked the knots to see if they were tight enough to stop him from moving his hands.

After being satisfied with your work, you shuffled down Dio's body, now sitting between his bare thighs and running your hands against his skin. "You know how this goes, right, baby? Tell me your word."

"Drone, mommy," Dio replied, already sounding breathless and all you did was tie him up. He struggled against his restraints, and when that failed, he bucked his hips down to chase your hand. You tutted and slapped his thigh, hard enough it left a pretty pink mark.

"No, Shane, mommy is going to punish you, so behave," You warned him, amused as he moaned loudly for you. You waited for him to settle down before spitting on your hand to wrap around his cock. Watching him jerk and groan, you kept at a slow rhythm, thumbing at the slit on the red cockhead every time your hand rose. "Do you like that, baby? You like mommy touching you right?"

"Yes! Y-yes, mommy, I love it," Dio hissed out, trying his best not to thrust up into your grip. It was fun seeing him unravel under your touch, how you affected and shook his whole being. It gave you a sense of power, of control over him, and nothing gave you more pleasure than that.

You abruptly pulled your hand away, making him cry out in want. You tsked at him, giving his cock a sharp slap in annoyance. Satisfied with the way he whimpered, you brought your hand back on him, this time tugging him faster and tighter. "Tell me, Shane, who owns this cock? Hm?" You asked darkly, observing how close he was to coming.

"It's yours, mommy- ah, th-this cock is yours!" He swore loudly, orgasm building quickly and eyes focusing on your hand. Growling, you pulled your hand away again, relishing in his sweet cries for more. You slapped his cock, once, twice, watching it bob left and right at the impact.

Grabbing his chin in your other hand, you made Dio look at you straight in the eye before resuming your fast and harsh rubbing. He sobbed pathetically, tears slipping from the corner of his eyes, mouth open wide with lewd sounds coming out of him.

"That's right, baby. This is my cock, so tell me- Why did you let that bitch grind on it? Is mommy not good enough for you anymore? Have to go out and whore yourself out to anybody who wants you?" You pushed his thighs wider apart, leaning your still clothed body as close to Dio as you can. He shook his head frantically, trying to speak and explain himself but before he could, you slap his cock once more. "It's okay baby," You cooed, faking sympathy. "Mommy will just have to remind her cock that it belongs to her only, isn't that right?"

Dio wailed as you keep jerking his cock, his orgasms denied multiple times it almost hurt. He pulled at his restraints, wanting to hold his mommy, but to no avail, he was tied down perfectly to your liking. "Ngh, mommy, mommy- please, I'm sorry, I'll be good, please-"

"Aw, baby, I forgive you," You said as you smiled at him, your hand pulling away from his flushed purple cock yet again, denying him of his pleasure. Thick tears start to streak his face, and you wipe them away with both of your hands. Pressing a kiss on his forehead, you felt him tip his head closer to yours, eyes shining with unshed tears. You soften at the sight of him and meld your lips together in a slow kiss. You licked at his bottom lip, nipping at it lightly and pulled at it as you leaned back. "Are you okay, baby? Still with mommy? You did so well for me, Shane, the best. Mommy will reward you now, okay?"

"Y-yes, thank you, mommy," Dio whimpered out, gasping out loud as your hand makes contact with his sensitive cock for the last time. Your movement is slower now, less tight but good enough to easily bring him to a high. You don't let go as he finally came all over your hand and his stomach, crying out loud at the intensity of his orgasm. "F-fuck! Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

"That's my good boy, taking his punishment so well and remembering his manners. You're so good for me," You mumbled against his temple, pressing soothing kisses at the matted hair and skin there. You reached up to release his wrists from the rope and kissed it lightly. You let Dio rest and relax on the bed as you moved around the room to get lotion and wet tissues.

Sitting next to him, you started rubbing the lotion at the irritated surface of his wrists, soothing it the best you can. You then clean up the mess he made on his belly and your hand and wipe away the tear stains on his cheeks, throwing away the used tissues in the garbage can near your dresser.

Thankfully, Dio calmed down as you took care of him, his breaths going back to a normal pace. You took off your clothes before laying down next to him and smile when he immediately curled into your side. You rubbed his back and stroked his hair, humming a random tune to lull him to sleep.

Before he did, he opened his tired eyes once more to stare up at you. You tilted your head in question, wondering what he has to say.

"You did well too, mommy. You feel better now, right? No more tension?" He asked, and you freeze in surprise. It made sense, Dio using his brattiness for you to let off some steam from your bad day. And he did succeed; You felt infinitely more lighter than you did at the start of the day, and it was because of your little boy.

You softly smile at him, eyes tearing up a bit at his thoughtfulness. "Yes, baby, I feel much better. Thank you for this, love you so much, Shane."

"I love you too, mommy. Now let's sleep, you tired me out." You chuckled and cuddled Dio closer to you, the both of you drifting off to a peaceful slumber.