#so i did just take my gender questioning and put it in a box saying

[sillyxaly]

Do you have just have an identity crisis on the waitlist?

Like no can do buddy I already have someone to figure out and theres exams so you gotta wait until one of that is handled.

Just got no room sorry bud.

[rosie-rosem]

HIII CAN YOU DO MAYBE A DAD HER FIC WHERE HIS DAUGHTER LOOSES HER FIRST TOOTH OR HIM AND READER ARE PREGNANT AND THE BABY IS A BOY AMD MAYBE THEIR DAUGHTER GEYS JEALOUS

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❥ pairing: husband!dad!heeseung x pregnant!wife!mom!reader

❥ genre: married!au, parents!au, silly & fluff

❥ summary: your daughter, who was excited to have a sibling until the gender was found out. a baby boy, a new member of the family. although she was excited, would her parents forget about her once her brother is born?

❥ warnings: mentions of petnames (love, sweetheart, lovebug & baby), crying, jealousy, grammatical errors, not proofread, lowercase, lmk if i missed something!!

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WC: 1.2k

A/N: I hope this is what you were expecting, i love doing dad hee fics, so i was excited to come up with this one! maybe i’ll do the tooth one in the future, but this idea sounded so cute so tysm anon <3 (note: daughter is around age 4-5)

“daddy, when will my brother be here?” your daughter asked heeseung. “not for a while love, but it’ll go by super quick, don’t worry” he pinched her cheek “does the bump hurt mommy?” she questions, heeseung chuckles in return “no, mommy isn’t in any pain right now” he reassures her, rubbing her head. “it’s time to got to bed now, okay?” heeseung pulls her blanket up. “okay..” she pouts. “night lovebug” he kisses her head. “night daddy.”

“she’s really curious about him” heeseung walks over to you after leaving ji-su’s room. “Do you think she’s happy with it?” you ask, biting your inner lip. “with what?” he questions, sitting next to you. “with having a sibling, being a sister.” you turn your head to him, waiting for an answer anxiously. he runs his hand through your hair, “it’ll take a while, but she will be” he smiles. “i’m just scared” you laugh, embarrassed “of?” heeseung asks. “of having a boy” you chuckle, heeseung chuckles in return. “your an amazing mom, love, no matter the gender.” he says, making you smile. “thank you. and you’re a pretty great dad.” you say. “i learned from the best” he answers, mentioning his dad. you smile.

“mommy?” ji-su calls out, rubbing her tired eyes. “in here ji!” you call back from another room, ji-su quickly follows the sound into the nursery. “mom.” you hum in return “hi baby” you pick up ji-su, giving her a hug. “did you sleep okay?” you ask, she nods. “morning” heeseung walks in, joining the hug before giving you both a kiss on the forehead. “the rest of the furniture came this morning, so we can set it up if you’d like.” heeseung says. “oh yeah, let’s do that.” you smile. “what’s all this stuff?” ji-su asks about the box filled room. “it’s the things for your brothers room.” heeseung replies. “oh ok” she says.

“go eat your breakfast in the kitchen ji” you say, setting her back on the ground. “okay mommy” she runs to go eat her food. you chuckle at how she speeds out of the room.

later that day, you and heeseung were talking about the baby when ji-su comes in. “i’m bored” she pouts, you both laugh at the girl. “how? you have every toy know to man” heeseung puts her on his lap. “i love my toys, but i’m still bored.” she says. “do you want to help daddy and i come up with possibly names for your brother?” you ask, her eyes light up. “yes!” she bounces in excitement. “any suggestions?” heeseung asks the girl. “hmm…ji-su!” she says. you laugh “that’s your name, silly.” you reply. “i know, but i’m okay with sharing.” she smiles, you look at heeseung. “speaking of sharing…” heesung starts, “ji-su, when your brother is born, you will have to start sharing a lot with him.” he says, facing her towards him. “like what” she asks “like your toys, food, me and mommy.” he says. “you and mommy?” she questions.

“mommy and I will be very busy with your brother when he’s born because he needs extra attention, so it means we might not always be able to play or give you all our time once he’s here.” he explains. “why does he need all your time?” she asks, pouting. “he’s a baby, he’s gonna need a lot of our time in the beginning because he won’t be able to do much that young.” you try to explain more, she frowns. “so you won’t play with me?” she asks. “no that’s not it sweetheart, we just might not be able to as often when that time comes.” heeseung says, reassuring her, she continues to frown.

“i don’t want to share you and mommy” she says, you sigh, looking up to heeseung. “baby, i know it’s gonna be hard, but your gonna have to, because your baby brother will also need us.” heeseung says, patting her back.

“no!” she says, hopping off heeseungs’ lap, “you’re going to forget about me once he’s here.” her eyes get teary. “ji-su, we won’t forget you, love.” you say. “yes you will!” she says before running off to her room. you sigh, watching her leave. you look to heeseung, who was also sighing at the interaction. “i knew this would happen” you say, getting emotional. heeseung pulls you into a hug, “she just needs time, babe.” heeseung says, comforting you. “i just don’t want her to resent him” you say, putting your hand on your bump, while tearing up.

“hey, look at me” heeseung cups your cheeks, turning your head towards him, once you face him, he says, “she won’t, once he’s here she’ll forget all about this because she will be an older sister, and she’ll be helping us out with him, because she will love him.” he says, wiping your tears. you calm down a bit after hearing that, “okay? everything will be fine.” he says, hugging you, you let out a relaxed sigh. “you’re right.” you says, looking at him, “you always are.” you giggle, he smiles back, “we will learn these things together, okay?” he says, “yeah.” you nod. “now let’s go talk to her.” he helps you up.

“ji-su?” you open her door, calling out. “go away” she sniffles. you both walk in quietly before going to sit on her bed. “ji-su, listen, when your brother is born, we are gonna give him a lot of our attention, but that doesn’t mean we’ll forget about you, you are just as important to us as he will be.” you say, rubbing her head. “and you will get to help us with him once he’s a bit older, you won’t be forgotten baby.” heeseung says, she faces you both. “i just want some of your time too.” she’s sniffles again. “you have all of our time right now, and when the time comes and your brother is born, yes, it’ll be different but mom and i aren’t always gonna be with him at the same time which means one of us will give you time.” heeseung tells the girl.

“really?” shes asks, wiping her nose on her sleeve, you both nod in return. “we don’t want you to worry about this right now, we just wanted to let you know that you’ll have to share your time with us with your baby brother.” you say, giving her a soft smile. “okay, i believe you.” she pouts, making heeseung chuckle

“good, now let’s go” you say, “go where?” she asks. “to the couch, dad and i are going to watch movies with you today.” you smile at her, she jumps out of bed. “yay!!” she screams. “you better go fast before i beat you there” heeseung says to the girl, making her bolt out of the room, you both laugh in return, following slowly behind her.

while in the middle of the movie she wanted to watch say says “jaeyun” you both look at her in confusion “hm?” you hum. “his name” she says, pointing at the t.v. “jaeyun” heeseung repeated the name before looking at you, “jaeyun..” you smile, looking at the little girl then back at your husband.

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© rosie-rosem

[berylcups]

hey. idk if your ask are still open or close, but i’ve been perusing ur account and i love the way you write jjba characters! and is it okay to you to write a headcanon for the vento aureo men, the bucci gang first with a japanese s/o and and also seeing them wearing a kimono with delicate kanzashi’s complimenting their hair. it’s okay if you don’t want to write this, simply delete it if you dont 🩷

Hello~! As long as my ask box is available it’s open! And thank you so much-I try my hardest! 🥰 I did this more as a fem-ish reader in mind because I didn’t see anything about masculine kanzashi according to my research…BUT this can be enjoyed by all genders!

Bucci Gang x Japanese!Reader & also wears a kimono and kanzashi

CW: gendered language, mostly some Japanese terms (Kanojo and I think Chan? I think Chan is almost exclusively used for feminine people?)

Notes: Regardless of the terminology and my lack of knowledge of Japanese language I hope all genders can enjoy! If feminine gendered language causes dysphoria please skip this ask and I’ll see you in the next one! Your mental health is more important! 💜 Beryl

Giorno

He was a little hesitant to be honest. The only Japanese person he ever really knew was his “mother” if you could call her that. But he couldn’t help but be enchanted by your beauty. Maybe you could be the one to help him get back intune with his Asian side and find pride in it!

He still knows his mother tongue so he enjoys having a secret language to speak with you that you two can only understand. (And he can tease Abbacchio in front of his face without him knowing 😉). He will proudly call you his “kanojo”(girlfriend)

Seeing you in your beautiful kimono and kanzashi makes his heart skip a beat. There are no flowery words that come to him that can describe how beautiful you look. He’d use Golden Experience to surround you in countless amounts of flowers and get as many pictures of you as possible. He’d want to get his own traditional clothing so you two could take pictures together!

Bucciarati

This lovely gentleman would do a lot of research before approaching you. He would learn a few phrases and try to find a few romantic phrases to say. Unfortunately Japanese doesn’t have as many lovey dovey phrases and terms like Italian does. So you're just going to hear “Daisuki, Y/N” a million times.He has a fondness for theatre and folktales from his childhood that his mother would put him to sleep with. He’s interested in learning about Japanese theatre and Folktales.

His heart completely melts when he sees you in your kimono and kanzashi. He’s going to take so many pictures! He’s going to look into getting a male kimono (montsuki??? I keep getting different names for it 😅) so you two can get photos together. He’s secretly already planning your wedding 🩷 he definitely wants it Japanese style and wants his and all of your family in it!

“You are absolutely breathtaking amore. I have no words to describe your beauty.”

Abbacchio

He doesn’t really pay any mind that you have a different ethnicity. But he really does enjoy and care about learning about you and your culture. He’s really interested in the music that you listen to. He often asks questions about what the lyrics are and what the significance are behind them. He loves classical/traditional Japanese music. It really soothes his anxiety. He also loves Jrock and the visual elements of it. He gets some fashion inspiration from it as well. Abbacchios favorite thing to do with you is to share an earbud with you and relax together listening to whatever you like.

He is speechless seeing you with your Kimono and matching kanzashi. Despite his full coverage foundation, you can see his blush through the makeup. 🥰 He burns the time and date into the deep recesses of his mind so he can have Moody Blues replay your beautiful display. He doesn’t know what a lowlife like him did to deserve someone as fantastic as you but his outlook on life is looking a little bit brighter. 🖤

Mista

He’s excited that he has a pretty s/o in his arms! He honestly doesn’t care what kind of s/o you are just that he has one! But because you’re from a different culture he’s going to barrage you with a million questions…mostly about food! Stupid questions but bear with him.

“ Why are eggs okay to eat raw over there but it’s not okay to eat them raw here? Does eat sashimi REALLY taste better than eating fish cooked? So…what’s all the hype about natto? Not gonna lie baby girl, that stuff looks threatening! I’ll try it if you want me to but that’s probably the last thing I’m thinking about for breakfast! So red beans are eaten in sweets? Aren’t you worried about those little guys giving you gas???”

Feel free to hit him at any time 😅

Show him some of your favorite Japanese dishes and treat him to a big meal! (Don’t forget to make enough for the Sex Pistols too!) He will fall in love with you all over again and again with each bite. 🥰 Don’t ask him whether he likes rice or pasta more. The poor guy will blue screen and the Sex Pistols will argue amongst each other that rice, udon, or spaghetti is better. 😅 Don’t tell them that rice noodles exist, their poor little brains can’t handle that.

He’s practically bawling his eyes out when he sees you in your kimono and kanzashi.

“Oh my gosh baby—-*disgusting sniff* YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL! Bella ragazza! 👌 💋😭” he cannot contain himself. Yes he’s still in his raggy clothes but he wants so many selfies with you!

“Y/N-chan is so kawai—!”yells one bullet. “You mean kawaii dumbass!” The aggressive one punched. “I don’t know what that means but you’re lookin good Y/N!” Yells another bullet.

Do you want some extra kanzashi with the Sex Pistols decorating your hair??? If not, just at least one photo with them to calm the little buggers down! 😛

Narancia

“OMG DO YOU KNOW ABOUT <insert Japan exclusive video game here>?! YOU GOTTA TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT-“

I hope you are an otaku or at the very least a video game fan because he’s a huge fan boy! 😂 His interests are all over the place but his intentions are pure. He wants to know about you and your culture. 🧡 Educate him about the many youkai, yurei, and oni he encounters in his video games or his favorite animes. It will make him feel even closer to you and more understanding of Japan and their rich folklore. He’ll try his best to learn some Japanese. But…due to his learning disability he’s going to have some difficulties. But because he’s interested he’s going to have an easier time with your lessons than dealing with the strict Fugo 🥲

Seeing you in your kimono and kanzashi is going to make him go tomato red! He had never seen anyone so beautiful before.

“Wow… you look even more beautiful than <anime character>. C-Can I hold you ???” He’s going to treat you like a porcelain doll. This guys turning a new leaf because of you! He’s going to try (keyword: TRY) to be a more responsible and mature man in order to impress you. He wants to never let you go! That is one big decision that he is 100 absolutely certain on!

Fugo

This poor guy is a nervous wreck! He’s trying so hard to impress you and not to offend you ! 😅 He researched so much about Japanese etiquette, table manners, and basic conversation.

“Moshi Moshi—oh shit I’m not on the phone! I-uh -I mean Ohayo Y/N-chan! Wait, that’s way too forward! I’m so sorry- I mean Y/N-san!”

He’s babbling. Someone help this poor baby 🥲 let him know he doesn’t have to try so hard and just be himself!

When he sees you in your kimono and kanzashi he is internally screaming. He thinks you're so beautiful!

“ I really like the plum blossom pattern on your kimono. It really goes well with your obi. I also love that your kanzashi matches your kimono.”

He really studied all the components of the kimono. He deserves some brownie points for that! (Or mochi points if we’re going to be traditional? Black sesame filled mochi yum)

[ninjagobythenumbers]

Ninjago Character Search Engine

I made a tool where you can search Ninjago characters by name, type, allignment, species, gender, season, or a combination of all those factors. If you want to play around with it here's the link. I compiled all of the data myself so there's likely a few errors. I've already corrected where I had accidentally labeled Zane's dad as a serpentine. Please let me know if there's any problems!

How to use it

Basically, you just input the criteria you're interested in seeing. For instance, if you wanted to see all of the nindroids in Ninjago, you would do a search as follows.

An important thing you may notice here is I not only input "Nindroid", but I also input "New." I did this because my index has a new entry for each character each season. If you choose not you choose not to put "New," the output will include 21 Zanes, which is great but may not be what you're looking for.

Another thing to note is that if you're not searching by name, you need to make sure the name box is completely blank or you will get 0 results like in the following search where I left a space bar in the Name box.

If you are searching by Name, make sure the name exactly matches the entries or nothing will show up.

You can either view the entry in the index on the next sheet, or you can just find the person by inputting the proper criteria.

I also left some comments on the sheet with some useful tips! Feel free to ask any questions!

Criteria

I think it's important I explain how I created and employed my criteria as it can be pretty subjective.

Type

Type is one of my more subjective criteria. The options are Main, Supporting, Recurring, Guest, or Ensemble and I agonized over some of these placements. For instance, did Mr. F fulfill a supporting or Recurring role during season 9? Very difficult to say. Still, generally, these were my definitions. Main: Ninja (usually) or someone who significantly contributed to the plot and had a large percentage of screentime (it takes a lot for me to demote a ninja from main, but I had to in DR) ex: Lloyd in season 4

Supporting: A character that has a significant degree of screentime, their own personality/backstory, and helps another character push the plot along ex: Garmadon in season 4

Recurring: Pretty much any character that speaks in more than a few episodes ex: Chope and Kapau in season 4

Guest: A character with personality who speaks or otherwise makes a mark in only one episode that season ex: Morro in season 4

Ensemble: A character that's only in the background and/or has no personality of their own and/or is just sort of filling out an army ex: Acidicus in season 4

Allignment

Allignment is also a very tricky category. I had to make a choice about whether neutral or good would be the default for characters I don't know much about. I went with good as I feel like it fits the tone of the show. Thus, I assume for instance that Mara from Nya's class is a good person even though she's done nothing to demonstrate that.

Good: Default. Also, if you help save the world, I usually let it overshadow previous bad behaviour. ex: Arin in Dragons Rising (S1)

Neutral: You have to be pretty morally ambiguous to get this designation. I generally assigned it to influencers, anti-heros, somewhat redeemed villains, and members of morally unclear societies. ex: Agent Rodrick Allen in Dragons Rising (S1)

Evil: I generally assigned this to all antagonists, even if they weren't actively trying to destroy the world. ex: Rapton in Dragons Rising (S1)

Species

Here's a list of each species I included in my index.

Human Nindroid Demigod Skeleton Dragon Serpentine Beast Oni Ghost Djinn Hunter Construct Formling Munce Geckle Islander Merlopian Devonian Tide Unknown Miscellanous

Most of this criteria is pretty objective, so I'll only clarify the less obvious ones.

Beast: Any animal, monster, or creature. ex: Krag from the Ice Chapter

Construct: I applied this to any character created by another whether it be through magic or engineering. I excluded Nindroids because they're a large enough sub-category. ex: Bonzle from Dragons Rising or MiniPix Seven from Crystalized

Unknown: This just applies to the Forbidden Five as we don't know much about them but they don't appear human. ex: Nox in Dragons Rising

Miscellaneous: I only applied this in rare categories where not only was their species a bit unclear, but they appeared to be the only member of that species on screen. ex: Benthomaar from Seabound

Gender

Oh no, it appears I accidentally created a gender cascade. Anyway, I based character's genders primarily off of the gender of their VA , but I also took into consideration the pronouns other characters used to refer to them. I didn't do a thorough transcript search though, so let me know if I've made any errors. I designated some characters as unknown, usually because they neither spoke nor were spoken about.

Season

Season, like species, is also pretty objective but I'll clarify some of my choices. I only used titles for Day of the Departed and the Islandbecause they don't really fit into the numbered seasons. I used numbers rather than season names for the most part because they're more concise. I designated Dragons Rising seasons 1 and 2 as 16 and 17, primarily because that's how I view them, but also for this conciseness factor. I split season 17 into two seasons (17 and 17.5) because they're two unqiue arcs that different casts of characters, some of which have changed their allignments/types between part 1 and 2. I may do the same for 11 and 16 in the future.

New/Old

I put a new entry for each character so it was necessary for me to designate whether this was the first entry of the character or a repeat entry. Having multiple entries allows you to view how characters changed over seasons rather than only being able to see their initial criteria. It also allows you to see the full cast breakdown for each season.

That's pretty much it! Here's the link again. Please do play around with the search and let me know if you find anything cool. The link also includes all of my previous spreadsheets so peruse that at your leisure if you're interested. Thanks as always for reading this far and let me know if you have any feedback, made the exact same thing previously (looking at you @agenericplaceholdername ), or have requests for new spreadsheets or charts. I have a lot of options now that I've created this tool and I've very excited to use it!

[master-muffinn]

Digimon

When they find a human child. (The kid is 4-5 years gender/neutral reader)

It was forever ago that I watched digimon and the different versions. I had to look up some of the digimons personalities. This is basically taken from different shows, mostly generation 1. The digimons that I like and are easy to place the right text to. 

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Is the big and mature digimon who will help the kid find their home. They know the moment they see you that you don’t belong to this world and made it their mission to help you find a way back. They are used to dealing with younger digimons so a human child is no big deal. They pick you up and ask you a lot of questions about your parents, how you came here, where you are coming from etc. The longer it takes the more worried they get, because digiworld is not a safe place for a little human child. Don’t worry though, they will take care of you until you find your way back home. They will teach you how to survive in this world. What you can eat and not, how you can defend yourself and what to do in different situations. They probably will start calling you their kid at some point and will feel proud and happy that you see them as a parental figure.

^ LEOMON, ANGEMON, ANGEWOMON, Frigimon, Renamon, Gabumon, Lilymon, Piximon, Lilamon, Biyomon, wormmon, Andromon? ^

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“Ew why are the brat following me?! Go somewhere else!!”. Doesn't like the kid at all and tries to get rid of it. Not by killing it or hurting it of course! They are not that cruel! But by running/flying away or tricking the kid to go somewhere or putting the kid in a box or hanging them up on a nail on a wall. Really, they try many different ways and become satisfied when they ‘think’ they have succeeded until the kid is sticking to their side and they sigh and get irritated. However when they finally succeed in getting rid of you they stay there and wait..and waiting..and waiting a little extra just to make sure you aren’t coming, just for them to miss you and getting worried. “Hey Brat! Where did you go?! Come back!” They end up taking a liking to you instead but they are pretty awkward about it. “Hey! Don’t go there! That’s dangerous!”. Yes, you somehow became their annoying little brat but they do have a soft spot for you, however they are not good at parenting though! 

^ BEELZEMON, Ogremon, ETEMON, Impmon, Ranamon ^

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Say goodbye to your parents! You are theirs now! All you really did was call them “pretty” or “cool” with excitement in your eyes and they instantly fell for you and adopted you. They take you up in their arms? Paws? Claws? and take you home and fix a room fitting for you. They might spoil you to make sure you want to stay and have you ‘forget’ about your real parents. They will spend a lot of time with their kid, teach them things they know and totally show off while doing it too!

If anyone questions it they get upset, “What do you mean they’re not my kid?! Of course they are! Yeah they’re human, so what?! All babies don't come out of an egg”. Their parent instincts kick in whenever you aren’t around them or they don’t know where you are. “Where’s my baby!!” 😨 

^ LILITHMON, ELECMON ^ 

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Awkward... They aren’t used to being around kids at all and lacking knowledge about them. Like what are they supposed to do? They don’t have the heart to just leave the kid, what if they die? They go around and ask other digimons if they know anything about humans or where they are coming from, so they can take you home. What do humans even eat? What do they feed them with?? What if the human gets ill?” 

They do find the little human cute and they don’t mind the hugs and affection you are giving them, however- they believe that they aren’t good enough to take care of you so they search for someone else who could do a better job. Of course they have gotten attached to you and will have difficulties saying goodbye when they find the right person and place. Might or might not cry when they hug you farewell, maybe you’ll meet in the future when you are older, maybe you can be together then…

^ BAALMON,  Wizardmon, Orgemon, Andromon, Gazimon?  ^

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They found you by accident. At first they watch you from afar for a while. Finding you very interesting and adorable. They already know at first glance you are a human from another world and the chances for you to come home is pretty low. 

They approach you slowly so as not to scare you and ask you questions about you and your home. The longer they talk to you the more comfortable they become and they actually enjoy themself. They end up offering you food at their place. And somehow along the way you end up in their care and now they are much more happy and have something precious to protect who needs them.

Knowing you are safe and waiting for them to come home and knowing you will be happy to see them will get them through even the toughest days.

^ DEVIMON, BEELZEMON (xros wars), gatomon ^

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“Oooh!! A new friend!! Let’s play together!”. These digimon is basically a child themself and doesn't think so much about the difference. Ask you what kind of digimon you are. Actually, they don't really care what you are! A friend is still a friend no matter what! Will ask you a lot of questions. They might get you in trouble but they will of course protect and defend you if something bad happens even if themself aren’t that strong. 

At the end of the day you will fall asleep together under a big tree. You got yourselves a lifelong friend (hopefully) and will take care of one another. <3 

^ GUILMON, CULUMON, MarineAngemon, Lunamon, Patamon ^ 

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Wow you are very unlucky if you meet these digimon. You probably become their dinner or even worse, they see you as a toy to play with (and not so nicely). Will totally chase you and throw hurtful stuff at you while laughing. And when the fun is over and they get bored, they will probably kill you, unless your screams are heard and the digimon from the first text/part will come and save you!

^ Kuwagamon, Myotismon, Diaboromon, Bakemon, Scumon-(probably won't kill you tho) ^ 

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[be-queer-and-instill-fear]

My hot take with being trans is that you do need dysphoria to be trans BUT the diagnosis criteria for what dysphoria is should definitely be reevaluated.

Now before you immediately jump down my throat let me explain. The major consensus amongst trans people is that the extremes on the diagnosis criteria for gender dysphoria aren’t exactly what most of us feel and in fact there are some who compared to the diagnosis criteria ��don’t have dysphoria” because they don’t experience the extreme dysphoria to the point of self harm or wanting to die because they’re not in the right body.

They might not rip their hair out as a kid but they probably deal with severe anxiety that doesn’t necessarily seem to have a root cause.

They might not even know from a young age they are trans but they might go through life experiencing disassociation that completely cuts their brain off from their body (like me).

You might be transmasc and “not care” that you have boobs, but your nipples responding to stimulation makes you extremely uncomfortable for some reason.

But because it’s not paired completely with a form of social, or physical, or conversational dysphoria then it’s written off as not dysphoria when it very much IS dysphoria.

Not only that but something as simple as “wanting” to be a different gender is completely valid and does make you trans and I think because we as a society are taught to put needs before wants and eventually taught to ignore our wants, feeling like you just want to be a different gender feels like you’re lying or fake about being trans. However cis people don’t sit around and wish they were born a different gender.

The desire to be perceived as different gender at any capacity is dysphoria, regardless of it’s how you feel in your own body, how others see you, or how people refer to you in conversation,

Only having gender dysphoria talked about as if it’s this end all extremism ends up letting people who very much are trans, slip through the cracks because they don’t feel extreme hatred towards their body. On another side it makes people who know they’re trans or questioning their gender feel invalid because they’re not to those extremes yet and don’t feel they’re worthy of gender affirming care.

If you’re a trans person and you say “oh I don’t really have dysphoria” chances are you absolutely do have dysphoria you just don’t know it because it’s not the medical definition of dysphoria.

You might not hate your body but the wrong pronouns might upset you or make you uncomfortable, that’s social/ conversational dysphoria.

You might be okay with the pronouns you were born into but you’d much rather look like a different gender, that’s still bodily dysphoria.

I personally never grew up with intense dysphoria but I did wish strangers would mistake me for a little boy when I was little.

I didn’t have a lot of dysphoria but I started to pretend to masturbate with a penis at 12.

I didn’t have dysphoria but I grew up disassociated with horrible anxiety that I thought was just from the abuse I endured as a kid, however once I realized I was trans I realized my social anxiety came from the fact I’d rather be a boy in the conversation than a girl.

Another big issue is see with this is the imposter syndrome that has so many trans folks in a chokehold wondering if they’re trans enough. If you don’t want to be the gender you were assigned at birth congratulations you are trans and that alone is enough. Cis people don’t question their pronouns or if they do it’s briefly and they don’t continue to revisit the topic. They don’t wish to be a different gender, they like how people perceive them from the get go and are satisfied with this.

Many feel they have to meet a baseline requirement of how many “trans boxes” can I fit so I can properly label myself as trans. If you’re already doing that you are already trans. Dysphoria isn’t a bad thing and it’s not shameful to have it.

If you didn’t have dysphoria you’d have no symptoms of it like depression or anxiety, nor would you have any desire to socially or physical alter anything about yourself or the way people refer to you. If you seek out using different pronouns, HRT or any form of transitioning, you very much have some form a dysphoria somewhere even if it’s not a big burden to you.

Regardless I still feel gender affirming care should be widespread and openly accepted amongst everyone cis or trans. The bar isn’t way above your head to be valid as trans, whatever it is no matter how small of a reason you have to wanting to transition you are 100% valid.

Surgery and hormones to change the way you look to me is no different than getting a tattoo or piercing despite the fact the changes might take years to get.

Bottom line instead of telling people they don’t need dysphoria, why not actually expand and tone down what dysphoria is and how it can manifest itself. More people would be shocked to learn how their dysphoria affects them when they can see it within their own perception realm.

Dysphoria is not a bad thing, and it’s okay if yours isn’t as bad as someone else’s.

[snowy-nostalgia]

Love? A Postal 1 Dude x Reader fanfiction

(Gender neutral, no content warning, fluff with slight angst. This is a precursor to my Date Night fanfiction)

The day was cold, yet pleasant, as you woke up after sleeping in till the afternoon. As you were going through your daily routine, peaked out the window to see a moving truck in front of the vacant, nearly run down house across the street from you. A man with long red hair, sunglasses, and a trench coat was taking boxes into the house. You noticed there weren’t many items in the truck, just a bed, a tv, and a few smaller boxes. He seemed to be alone, and you thought that you should help him, as the mattress was on the bigger size. You put on your jacket and shoes, and headed out the door, briskly walking across the street. “Hello? Do you need some help?” You called out to the man as he began walking out of the house. He was taller than you expected, and he almost looked surprised to hear someone say that. “Um…” He mumbled before letting out a cough “I uh, guess... Thank you.” He said quietly. His voice was low, almost scary, yet at the same time pleasant to listen to. You headed into the truck with him, helping him lift the mattress, and slowly carrying it inside the shabby house. You never got to see the inside before that day, it actually looked better than you thought. Although the wallpaper was peeling and the floors were scuffed to hell and back, it didn’t look too bad. “I don’t need help with the tv… but uh, thanks for your help.” “No problem! my name’s (Y/N), by the way. Welcome to the neighborhood!” You responded, reaching your hand out for a handshake. He reluctantly shook your hand, clearly shocked by your upbeat attitude towards him. “You can just call me Dude.” He muttered, making your head tilt. “Okay? Well, if you need anything I’m just across the street.” You said as you were leaving. He mumbled something, but you couldn’t make out what it was.

Over the past few months you two began talking more and growing closer, eventually becoming friends, despite Dude’s reclusive behavior. He never talked about where he came from, always dodging the question when it came up. The most he’d say was that he was from Arizona, but never WHERE in Arizona. You were the only person in the neighborhood he’d talk to, he never even gave a glance at your other neighbors. There was something about you that made him drawn to you, something different. Maybe it was your welcoming personality, maybe it was some of your shared interests, or the way you smiled. The way you laughed, how you’d compliment his outfits, the gentle softness of your eyes. He’d often catch himself staring at you, hoping you wouldn’t notice. Well, you did notice, but you thought that maybe you had something on your face, or food in your teeth. No, there was nothing wrong, in fact, he saw no flaws in your face. The more he’d study your face, the more small blemishes would begin to look perfect. It was almost like he began to see you as a painting, a priceless piece of art. Not only in your beauty, but in the way he wanted to protect you, preserve you. Keep others from touching you. He didn’t know why, he never had feelings like this for anyone else in his life. No one ever made him feel this way before. Like a protector. He wanted to watch over you, keep you by his side. Shield you from harms way, like a knight with royalty.

He began going out with you in public, which only made this feeling deeper, thicker. He knew what could lurk around the corner, he was living proof of it himself. He always lingered closely by your side, his eyes darting around at passersby so often he’d almost bump into things. If anyone ever talked to you, he’d glare at him through his sunglasses, the darkness of them masking his nearly white hot glare. He didn’t know why people giving you attention made him shaken, rageful. Jealousy perhaps? He couldn’t tell. But he’d never do anything about it, no, he respected you too much. He knew you were just a person, a person allowed to have a life outside of him, but it didn’t stop the choking feeling in his throat. The nearly instant headache that would radiate throughout his skull as you laughed at someone else’s jokes. He wanted to touch your hand, hold it, squeeze it. He wanted to remind you he was there, focus your attention on him, but he knew you probably didn’t feel the same passion towards him that he felt for you. He knew the most you felt for him was friendship, hopefully seeing him as a best friend. He didn’t care what you felt though, as long as you were with him, by his side.

Nights upon nights were spent, pacing around his house, biting his fingers, muttering to himself, trying to work up the courage to confess to you. But he wasn’t ready. No, he couldn’t! What if he lost you, what if you saw him as a creep? He’d stare at pictures of you two together, tracing his thumb across your face. A warm, pounding feeling would radiate from his chest. His breathing was harsh, anxious. He’d collapse on his bed, gripping at his chest, his head throbbing in pain. How did he let this happen? How did he let you sneak your way into his cold, hollow heart, filling it with warmth? Kindness, even happiness. He had never experienced this in his entire life, he never let anyone in like this. It scared him, making him so stressed to the point of wanting to move away again. To save you more than him. He wasn’t equipped for a relationship, not in the slightest, even if you reciprocated his feelings. He thought he’d hurt you, even though he knew he could never lay a hand on you. Wrapping himself up in his blanket, in the fetal position, he’d cry himself to sleep. Even if you loved him back, he didn’t deserve you. Not even as a friend. You were too soft, too sweet for him. Your kind words filled his head, the feeling of your hand on his shoulder. The way you’d fall asleep during a movie, how your chest would rise and fall as you breathed, how he wanted to hold your face in his hands. You weren’t a delicate person, you could hold your own, but he still wanted to protect you with every fiber of his being.

As the days went on, fist bumps turned to side hugs, side hugs to full hugs. He’d breathe you in everytime, wanting it to last forever. Resting his hands on the middle of your back, your head resting on his chest. Would you notice his heartbeat? How it raced in your presence, fast enough to override his system? Hugs became longer, tighter. He didn’t know you felt the same way, how could he? You were an angel in his eyes, one deserving of a much better man. Were soulmates real? He couldn’t be sure, but if they were, you were his, and his alone, even if he couldn’t have you. Even if you left him one day. You’d always have a spot in his hollow heart, even if you hurt him.

Going out to lunch together, he noticed you acted different, much shyer than usual. Did he say something wrong? His mind filled with disastrous thoughts. Until, you placed your hand on his, and he looked up at your face, your radiant, smiling face. It made him feel… safe, comforted, okay. He only knew those feelings with you. It was almost as if you protected him instead. The sun began to set as you two drove home together, nearly not a cloud in the sky as the orange light shone on your face through the car window. He wanted to stare at your beauty, study every curve of your face, but he knew he had to focus on the road. His heart beat was fast, but steady. He knew as long as he was with you he was safe, and in turn wanted to do the same for you, making sure to drive carefully. Arriving in the neighborhood, he parked in his driveway. “Can I uh… walk you to the door?” He asked, looking at your face, how your eyes glistened from the streetlights of the culdesac. “Sure!” You replied, with a sweet smile on your face. That smile, that damned smile. Everytime you did it his stomach would be filled with butterflies, his hands becoming shakey. As you both walked to your front door, you reached for his hand, and he naturally held it back. You could tell he was shaking, you just hoped it was for the same reason you were. Stopping at the door, he towered over you, looking down into your sweet (E/C) eyes. You tiptoed to his height to give him a peck on the cheek, causing his face to flush, even the tips of his ears burned a bright red. “Goodnight, Dude~” You chirped as you entered your house. He stood there, shocked. His mind racing. You liked him back? That happened right? He never felt so much joy as he began to grin ear to ear. The goofiest, happiest grin ever. He nearly started skipping as he crossed the street to his house, almost collapsing on the floor as he shut the door. He never felt this good in his life. For once, he wasn’t thinking about how undeserving and unlovable he was, because YOU loved him. And he loved you, so so much. No one mattered to him as much as you did, and now he’d devote every hour, every minute, to you. You and only you.

[tenthcrowley]

Show: Doctor Who

Character: Tenth Doctor

Reader: Gender not specified

Summary: More and more questions without answers started to rise. Neither of you know exactly what to do next or even how, but you're sure you need answers.

The Prologue. [...] Chapter Three. | Chapter Four |

DREAMING

Chapter Four

The Doctor starts to walk around the TARDIS control room, he looks like he's thinking too many things at once. You don't blame him, you don't even know what to think anymore. It feels like your brain is working so much that it's completely blank.

"Do you think that I brought you here?" You ask him with concern. How in the world could you do that? I mean, there's no logical explanation. Well, the Doctor being there is enough to stop thinking logically.

He looks at you and gets closer. He's frowning and you're trying to, somehow, read his mind or something.

"I'm not sure how I can explain this. Travelling to another universe just by thought?" And he's talking to himself now. Typical. You just stand there and watch him think to himself, silently, which is rare of him.

"Let's say you brought me here, somehow. What else were you imagining? Because if you pulled me to your universe, what or who else can you bring here?" The question puts you off. You know you're very imaginative, you're constantly daydreaming about impossible things and your favourite characters or worlds you wish you could live in.

You don't know how to answer him. Yes, it is simple to answer but at the same time you don exactly know how to do so. It's confusing to understand a mind of your own especially when you're living in a situation like this one. Sci-fi in real life? How's that possible? It's not!

"I.. I pictured you here, right?" You suddenly walk out of the TARDIS to your flat. You look at the blue box from where you stood when it first appeared. The Doctor follows you, a little confused but intrigued. "I imagine myself living in other worlds mostly, never characters or other worlds in mine. But this time, I pictured you here." The doctor seems to have some sort of revelation. He gets it now.

"You said 'mostly'. Do you imagine other things here? Like you did with me?"

"Yes! Oh God. This is bad, this is really bad." You start walking around your flat, grabbing your head and thinking about all the damage you could do to your own universe. The things you imagine could actually appear and be real. It sounds great maybe, but it certainly won't be.

"Stop! Stop thinking!" The Doctor runs towards you and grabs you by the shoulders. "I don't know what you're... creating up there, don't tell me it could make it worse. But if you keep going, you could bring more stuff into your universe and it could collapse."

You knew that pretty well, you've watched the episodes. But still, being told that by The Doctor, It's different. This is real, it's happening, it's not your imagination this time. Well kind of involved.

"I just can't not think about it! if you tell me to not think about it, I will think about it!" You cried out and then sighed frustratedly. Everything is just so confusing and you feel lost, very lost. Now you have more questions than answers.

You looked at the Doctor and then at the TARDIS. Everything you've wished for, everything you've dreamed of was right there in front of you. Well, the TARDIS wasn't working but if you both manage to somehow fix it, you could just ask the Doctor to take you. You have hopes which win over every single bad thought you could have that is just mostly reality. Still, another universe, you know the problems of that.

"My TARDIS started to malfunction before landing here." His sudden break of silence brings you back to reality. You listen as he looks away, thinking. "If you think that the TARDIS works or... or if you think about me travelling somewhere else, it might work."

You think about it, now he'd be right. That could actually work since you're using the (non)logic of the facts. And you want to just make him happy and put him back where he came from, however it's nice to be with him and share moments with a character you only saw fictionally until now. It's like a vivid dream, a literal dream came true and now you have to let go forever basically. You never knew you could do this until this very moment and you already had to stop. But you think and you think about the possibilities of everything, of all the questions, of what can be done and what can't, on what it's true and what's not.

But the Doctor is there looking at you with puppy eyes, one could say. You can tell by his eyes only he misses his home, his universe, his own planets and he's afraid. Because it's what he knows and travelling around the multiverse never occurs to him because he knows the risks. It just wasn't possible. But it is, now.

But again, so many questions unanswered and you just have to let him go?

"How... how can I do this? Why?" Your voice breaks the silence this time. Your brain is just filled with questions and possible answers and so, so much curiosity. "You're fictional for me, why did I bring you here? How can I possibly do that? You have a TARDIS, and you don't even do it! How can I by just pure thought?"

And you know the Doctor is irresistible for the unknown yet to explore.

"...How?"

[mintymarabell]

Just found your blog, love it! Great content bud, keep it up! Do have a simple request.

An elder yautja and his human s/o who was willing to earn him new trophies. Like, they spend all their time with this yautja, they'd know how to hunt like the yautja. If the elder doesn't hunt anymore, maybe they could?

And one day, they show up after being gone for a while, with a shiny xeno skull for their mate.

An anon requested something similar so I'm gonna kind of combine them both together. “Hello! Just wanted to say that I love your writing, and all the creativity and effort that u put on your work💞and that this is my first time requesting something, even if you don't answer me or the request I would be happy knowing that u read my thoughts about your writing ☺️Could u write about s/o who (miraculously) killed a Xenomorph on their own and gives the head of the alien to the Yautja as a show of strength/proud moment but the yautja is like "are they trying to court me??? Yes. I accept. Everyone look at my human (blooded) mate" (can be male/female/gender neutral for the Yautja, i love them all✨)” <-- other request.

Running off to get your elder yautja a skull

You’d had always wanted to prove yourself to him, he always appeased your human relationship rituals. Maybe it was time to do something for him?

He had taught you how to fight, using your smaller form to your advantage, this was one of the many things he loved about you when you’d use him to pivot yourself up and around.

You were ready to take down a kiande amedha, only problem is getting away from your mate.

He loved you and didn’t really like you going out on your own without him around, so this was going to be quite the task

It was passed midnight, your mate was long passed out with his arm wrapped around your waist. You pulled at his arm, he gave you a grunt in response as he pulled you closer to his body, “I wanna get some water let me up.” That's all it took as he retracted his arm and rolled over. All you had to do was very quickly put your armor on, the same armor he gifted you when you had mentioned his armor looking nice. The task was tedious, the armor was not meant to be put on by yourself, your mate most likely did this just so he can have the intimacy of being close as he did not struggle putting his on. 

Your mate at some point walked into the kitchen where you were, you had to throw a blanket around your body as you pretended to be rummaging for a cup. He grumbled as he handed you a very large glass and walked back into your shared bedroom. You filled the glass and set it on the counter as you finished getting dressed. From there you borrowed his netgun and combistick, the combistick was awkward to hold fully extended, the weight of it almost pulling you to the ground but it would have to do. 

You walked over to door and snagged your coat off the hanger. You didn’t need to be seen in armor by your mates servants who frequently cleaned the building you lived in.

You walked past one of them, they greeted you and went back to carry a box off.

Finally making it outside you made a break for it, shoving a mask onto your face and running for a nearby airport. Your mate had spoke of a newly blooded party going off to exterminate a hive they were using it as a test to let the newly find hives, it was simple all you had to do was get one off to the side and kill it. 

Easier said than done though, you had snuck on the ship successfully the ship had arrived at the planet after an hour. By now your mate was probably looking around frantically for you, you could almost hear him now. 

No one questioned the smaller ‘yautja’ walking around, not even the elder who was in charge of the party took a second glance at you as you weaved past him toward the ships opening doors. The only difference in your armor vs your mates was that you had no invisibility, so as soon as the doors opened you yelled for the others to follow along as you bolted toward the hive. You were the only one who knew where it was, the perks of being an elders mate. 

All of the other yautja looked at each other before shrugging and following along. The elder face palmed as he watched the party scurry off. 

You just needed them to kill the hive, all you needed was one head.

Arriving at the hive the yautja sprung into action, a bleach smell was in the air as acidic blood was drawn. You watched a bigger xenomorph come out with, you whistled and caught its attention. The xeno was quick to follow you away from the others.

You stood in front of it as it hissed, showing off sharp teeth. You shot your mates netgun at its leg, catching onto the hard flesh the acid burning through the metal. You needed to work fast, you fan toward it using its leg to jump up and hit it in its mouth, piercing the head like tongue that laid in its mouth. The xenomorph screamed as he threw you across the forest, landing near a tree. 

You taunted the xenomorph until eventually it ran toward you, you stood there as it got closer and closer till just at the last minute you kneeled down going through its legs, the kiande amedha was punctured by a sharp branch you landed near. It yelled as it thrashed. You stuck your combistick into its neck, hitting its jugular acidic blood sprayed onto you, you screamed as the acid ate at your exposed skin. You quickly wiped the blood off on a near by tree. You cut the head off, letting the blood drain before walking back to the ship. Each yautja has a head of their own though theirs is smaller than yours which is kind of odd..

Arriving back to prime you walked out of the ships doors, walking all the way back home with your little present wrapped in a silk the elder had given everyone. You were on the street, just about to walk through the glass doors when you heard your name. 

Turning around you were met with your mate running through the crowd, he pushed some kid over and threw some poor young blood out of his way. He practically threw himself at you, getting down on his knees burying his masked face into your neck. “Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick.” He speed walked you both to your shared room. He pulled you at arms length examining your person up and down for any injuries, noticing the burns. “Why do you have kiande amedha burns?” You shuffled away. “Give me ten minutes and Ill tell ya.” He nods with a huff, watching you practically run to his trophy room.

He didn’t notice the big bag you carried, more worried about you. You pulled out the items necessary to melt the flesh away, spraying the white mist onto the head as it all corroded into nothing.

 You wrapped the skull back up in the silk and walked out of the room, your mate waiting for you on the couch where he was man spreading staring at your form walk toward him. You kneeled down in between his legs as you fumbled with the silk. “I thought because we are mates that maybe I should get this for you as a gift, since your always getting me things.” You pulled the skull out and offered it up toward him, looking down to the ground.

He took it from your hands, as you looked up he admired the skull, flipping it around. He set it aside, pulling you up into his lap. “Thank you mate I am grateful for this gift but please do not do something like that again, I can’t stand to see you get hurt.” His thumb grazed over your burns, watching as you winced. 

From there he mounted the skull on a shelf near his side of the bed. As you both laid in bed, his head on your chest he spoke, “mate, may I ask you something?” You hummed in response, he finally spoke, “how did you manage to kill a queen?”

So that's why your xeno’s head was bigger..

On a side note, imagine a big 9ft yautja full on sprinting toward you?

[superstar-nan]

Fight Tooth and Nail

Day 1

Summary: Your best friend goes missing after working a shift as an overnight security guard for the upcoming horror attraction Fazbear's Fright. You masquerade as a journalist to investigate their disappearance and find yourself with more questions. Questions that only a murderous animatronic intent on killing you has answers to.

Words: 3,586

Fun stuff: Springtrap/Reader/Michael, gender neutral reader, cannon typical violence, vv slow burn and romance is more implied kinda?? I'm very aromantic and the characters have complex relationships. william and michael are very much corpses and very much gross. Uploaded from my Ao3.

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Your eyes flitted from the hastily scrawled note in your hand to the crumbling building in front of you. You knew it was supposed to look rundown to add to the scare-factor, but even from the back Fazbear’s Fright seemed more likely to receive several health code violations over screams. Maybe it was the broad daylight, or maybe it was the metal beam that collapsed in front of you right at that moment, but you couldn’t imagine the horror attraction gaining as much attention as the newspaper clipping led you to believe.

You hesitantly opened the back door, praying another metal beam wouldn’t collapse on top of you. It was unlocked, just as the man on the phone said it would be.

“Hello?” You said, before reeling back into the fresh air outside. The stench coming from inside wafted in a plume of rotten eggs and sweat. You gagged, taking in a couple gulps of fresh air, and then steeled yourself as you entered the building. The door shut with an uncharacteristic soft click behind you. 

“Hello?” You called out again. You blinked a few times, trying to adjust your eyes to the dark interior. 

“Over here!” A hand waved out of a room to your right with a dim, ghastly yellow-green light spilling from its doorway.

You walked into the room; an office filled with grime (possibly decorational), loose wires (hopefully decorational), and trash (definitely not decorational). A young man with a nonchalant grin swiveled on his chair to face you. He said your name and you nodded. 

“Awesome,” He held out his hand in a wide, informal handshake, which you returned. His grip was loose and a bit sweaty. “I was the guy on the phone.”

“Oh,” You said as you distractedly looked around the office. There were big boxes filled with Fazbear Entertainment merchandise along with character posters plastered on the walls. “It’s nice to meet you in person.”

“For sure, for sure,” He started clicking through security footage, drawing your attention. 

You noticed there were quite a bit of people throughout the building, all splattering blood stains or grimming-up corners to make the attraction just a touch more spooky. You bit your lower lip. Would any of them be willing to reveal some information to you, or would they keep you from investigating anything useful? 

“Welp,” He clapped his knees and stood up, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Why don’t I show you around? You can get the gist of all the best scares of the place for... uh, who’d you say you write for again?”

“Scary Attractions Monthly,” You said, taking out a pen and notebook. It was a fake name for... something. Maybe a magazine or blog. You didn’t put too much thought in it and apparently neither did he.

No, you weren’t here to write a glowing article on a mediocre, somewhat distasteful, and very unsanitary hazard of a horror attraction like you said you were. 

You were here because of a call. A call you received at four in the morning. A call you didn’t pick up, but you wished you did. 

“Right, that,” He said in a way that told you he was going to forget it again. “Well, you’re gonna love the place, we found some real legit relics!”

You just hummed as you followed him out of the room. 

“The attraction opens in like a week, so everyone’s been working extra hard to make sure everything works, and nothing catches on fire.” He stopped in front of a disassembled torso of Freddy. “Uh, not that anything would, that was, uh, “off-the-record” .”

“Right.” You said, pretending to cross something out. 

“Yeah, so when the place opens, people will come in at the opposite end of the building, and work their way towards where you came in; that’s the exit. We’ve got some totally vintage relics, man. Like this foxy head, super authentic.”

You squinted at it. 

“Like, it’s not a crappy cosplay for sure .”

That made you think it was a crappy cosplay.

“But it’s not just these totally authentic pieces that make the place, the whole place is rigged super vintage.”

You stepped to the side as two employees rushed past you, holding a heavy box of miscellaneous mechanical parts, “What do you mean?” You asked.

“Like, the whole place is built like it’s 1987, just like from the missing kids stuff,” It felt a little insensitive to refer to that tragedy as the ‘missing kid stuff’ . “The ventilation, the electronics, even the cameras and stuff, all for that authenticity.”

You swallowed, “So there’s no security footage?”

“Nah, but we’ve got a guard on around-the-clock, even overnight, so it’s perfectly safe.” You already knew that. Your best friend was an overnight security guard.

Suddenly, a pipe burst, spewing some white, cloudy vapor rapidly at an employee who was struggling to get the pipe under control.

“And is the ventilation perfectly safe?” You asked.

“Heheh,” he started to sweat. “Basically, I mean. He’s probably fine. Here,” He turned you around to a different hallway, “Let’s go this way, you gotta see the coolest part of the attraction.”

You followed him to an area with no one present. It was an odd feeling going from a busy part of the attraction to this place of complete emptiness, and you finally found the creeping horror of the attraction. With the molding tiled floor that was once bright, the low-ambient lighting flickering on-and-off, and the decades-old child’s drawings interspersed on the walls, the place really felt haunted. 

Then, the smell of rot and decay hit your nose in a crashing wave. You held your nose and gagged. It was worse than when you walked into the attraction, and then you knew why this area was so empty. 

“You gotta get that pen out because you’re not gonna believe this,” He said. “We got one, a real one!” He looked back at you gagging and coughing. “Oh. Yeah, the smell is, like intense , but you get used to it quick.” 

“What do you mean...?” Your sentence was lost on you as your entire focus was drawn to figure in the corner. 

A very large figure in the corner. A rotten bunny animatronic that towered in the shadows. 

Chills danced up your spine in your visceral fear. You were stalled by some animal instinct you didn’t know you had. 

It was large and lumbering and fully intact—ruined and soiled with time. It had to have been nearly seven feet tall, even as it stood motionless in its hunch. It looked almost half a century old, and even in its decayed state you could still see the design of what it once was: a golden Bonnie suit now corrupted a dingy green by age and rot.

Your heart beat slowed when you realized it wasn’t moving. It was just an animatronic; part of the attraction. Even as you followed your guide towards it, its eyes flashed with reflected light in a way that was perfectly terrifying. This really was a great find for the attraction. 

“So cool, isn’t it?” He said, knocking on the animatronic’s mildewy chest, and though logically you knew that wasn’t dangerous, you couldn’t help the drop in your gut as he touched the thing. “It’s like it was made for this place.”

“No kidding.” You said, and you meant it. Honestly, that animatronic might’ve been the scariest thing you had ever seen, let alone the scariest part of the attraction. You dared to take a few steps closer to it. You weren’t able to pull your eyes away from it, almost as if you did it would lunge at you. 

Its eyes looked too human. You wanted to throw up.

“Yeah, so spooky.” He also was transfixed, but not for as long as you were. “You wouldn’t believe how long it took to find it! We found some vintage audio training cassettes with it. We’ll probably have them playing, like over the speakers while people walk through the attraction. It’ll make the place feel legit .” 

The cassettes didn’t even cross your mind, “Does it still work?”

“Uh, yeah, probably.”

You were finally able to pull your eyes away from the rotted Bonnie. “Probably?”

“Well, I’ve never seen it move, and no one else has either, but nobody moves it and sometimes it’s not in the same place so probably. The cassettes mention something about the suits following kid noises, but I haven’t seen that either. And uh, we’ve got a guard checking the cameras all the time, so it's not dangerous.” 

He said that so nonchalantly you were baffled, “Are you sure about that? Didn’t somebody get bitten by one of these things years ago?”

He started to sweat, “Oh ye-yeah, that’s something uh, we’re working on this week. We’re grabbing a mechanic or... There’s a week until the place opens so, you know.” He trailed. 

Your face blanked. Well, it wasn’t any of your business how dangerous these things were anyway. You were only here for one reason. “Right,” Your eyes wandered back to the animatronic.

Your heart dropped. You held your breath.

Its eyes were looking at you. Eyes that were too human. 

It wasn’t looking at you before, was it? You would have certainly remembered it looking at you. You swallowed as you took a step out of its sight. Its eyes didn’t follow you. You must’ve imagined it.

Turning away from the rotted Bonnie, you put your pen to your notebook, “Having overnight guards is a good safety precaution.” You said, and his shoulders visibly relaxed when you said it. “And it’s pretty authentic to the original Pizzeria.”

“Oh, for sure, for sure,” He said. “That’s what we’re trying for, authenticity and all. Plus, they’ll also be a part of the show to really get that feel of a pizzeria!”

“The place hasn’t opened yet, but do your guards run into any trouble at night?”

“Nah, or at least I don’t think so.” 

His nonchalance irked you, “You don’t think so?”

“Well, nobody’s mentioned anything to me yet, so.” 

“Hmm.” You tapped your pen on your notebook before setting it back down, “I heard a rumor that one of your night guards disappeared on the job, is that true?”

“What?” He started to look nervous again, though whether it was from the pressure of saying the wrong thing or the guilt of having done something wrong, you didn’t know. “Oh uh, I don’t really know anything about that, where did you hear that?”

“Somewhere online.” You said, casually. 

“Well, it’s not true, somebody would’ve said something or—”

“But if there’s only one person on the night shift, how would somebody be able to say something?”

A click was heard behind you. Almost like the sound of a gear. Both you and the man you were talking to turned toward the rotted Bonnie suit. It didn’t move, or at least it didn’t look like it moved. It was still. That didn’t matter. You and the man you were with were deadly silent for a few moments. 

“We should, uh, we should talk in the office, right?” He said, and it wasn’t a balm that he was anxious as well.

“Yes, that’s a good idea.” 

The two of you left the area with the animatronic, and you felt the air around you lighten. It seemed he was right when he said you’d get used to that rotted smell, because you didn’t notice how much it was a relief to get away from that thing. 

“Anyway,” He said as the two of you walked. “I don’t know anything about a night guard disappearing. Yeah, a night guard quit suddenly without any notice a few nights ago.” The two of you ducked as a vent dropped nearly on top of you, barely being stopped by two employees who grabbed it just in time. It didn’t slow either of your gaits, “And yeah, this is not the first time that’s happened and is eerily similar to events that happened thirty years ago. But there’s always a bad string of luck before grand openings, typical exciting attraction stuff. So...” The two of you slipped into the office as a group of employees brought in a string of large boxes, “Probably don’t mention any of the rumor stuff in the article.”

You eyed him head to toe as he sat in the office chair. He was sweating a little under your scrutiny. He wouldn’t give you anything if you antagonized him, so you smiled and he relaxed, “Of course, it’s typical. Especially for haunted attractions.”

“Heheh, yeah, ‘course,” He swallowed and sniffed. “Well, uh, what other questions can I answer?”

“Tell me a bit about the security guards' role in the show.”

He leaned back slightly in his chair, “Oh yeah well, this is where they will be, in this office. When the place opens, people will come in where I told you before, and work their towards this office, and pass them, and out the exit.”

You wondered if your faux-enthusiasm was believable enough, because it felt as stiff as the disassembled animatronic pieces, “Oh, very cool.”

“Yeah! Just like a real security guard from a pizzeria.” He said, “Or well, they are real security guards, but you get what I mean.” 

“Absolutely,” You said. “Can I see the cameras? They’ve got such a neat 80s vibe to them.”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” He rolled his chair over so you could look over his shoulder. “I just click the camera here and... one sec.” He pulled an old panel with a few technical reboot options on it, before clicking one. You leaned your arms on the back of his chair as you watched the cameras fizzle from white static to a poor resolution of video footage. “There,” He said. “Pretty legit, huh?”

“Very legit.” You paid very close attention as he flitted through the different cameras, or rather what the cameras didn’t catch. 

“Yeah, in trying to make the place feel more vintage we have overdone it a bit, heh heh. Some of this equipment is barely functional!” His eyes widened slightly as he held up his hands, “But still functional, of course.”

“Of course,” You said. “Well, I thought I might take some more notes on the attractions and then I can let myself out in the front?”

“All the way to the other end of the building? Sure, if you want.”

“Thanks,” You held out your hand. “It was great meeting you.”

He smiled and shook your hand, and you almost felt bad for lying to him. He was just a guy excited about horror attractions doing his job. Even if he was brushing the dangers of this place under the rug; brushing your best friend's disappearance under the rug... No, nevermind. You didn’t feel even a little bad.

“It was awesome meeting you too,” He said. “Can’t wait to read about us in...” He forgot your fake journalism blog/magazine/whatever. “A few days or whenever you get around to writing it.” What a save.

You threw him one last smile before making your way through the busy preparations. You pretended to take a few notes, gave your best impression of someone interested in an empty Chica head, and attempted to talk to a few employees. Talking to the people who were working was more fruitless than you hoped. They either were too busy to talk to you or were skirting around certain subjects like the man who’d shown you around had. You attempted to find real evidence and real clues as well, but that was just as fruitless. Fake blood and artificial claw marks fooled you every time and you had to pass it off as admiration and journalism.

No, if you wanted to know what really happened, you would have to get into that office. Look at it more closely and see if there were any traces or clues left by them. Or even if you could take a look at the cameras more closely, see if a bird’s-eye-view gave perspective. You could only hope that maybe there would be an hour between the day shift and the night shift that you could look around and do some real investigating.

First, you needed to find a good place to hide. Somewhere the cameras couldn’t see, but employees wouldn’t spot you either. From what you saw, the cameras even extended to the vents, which was insane to you. However, not all of the vents were monitored. In your mind, you imagined some big locker or box you could hide in, but there was nothing like that, so the vents would have to do. 

Your stomach dropped. Hiding in the vents also meant you couldn’t be seen tampering with them, which meant you had to go to the area with the least amount of people. You rubbed your eyes. You were an adult. You shouldn’t have been so hesitant to be around what was basically a giant toy, a decoration. A nearly seven foot, moldy, possibly dangerous decoration that could crush you just by falling on you. You swallowed.

Steeling yourself, you walked toward the area with the rotted Bonnie.

There it was. Unmoved in a way that mocked your fear. Just as horrible to smell (was it really that ruined by mildew? Did someone stuff food in there? Did some poor animal die in there?), but you were getting used to it quickly. After a quick moment of choking. 

You wondered briefly what it must’ve looked like on stage, alive with music and light, warm in color and a delight to children. That must’ve been such an exciting thing thirty or forty years ago. Now it wasn’t even a shell of what it once was, it was a perversion. Twisted and moldy in such a way that its wires looked like guts and its endoskeleton was dulled like bone. Its smile that must’ve been cheery at one point now looked like a permanent, malicious grin. Its eyes—ever too human for your liking—and teeth were nearly the same dingy color of its mildewy fur. You realized this Bonnie was missing his bowtie, and that made you sad for some reason. 

You cursed under your breath, “What happened to you?”

You hadn’t realized how close you had gotten to the rotted Bonnie. Not unlike the sickening smell that you had adjusted to, you seemed to have adapted to the initial fear the animatronic instilled in you. Suddenly in a morbid curiosity, you were wanting to poke and prod at it; to test how rusted its joints must’ve been or to try peeking for rot inside. You shook your head of the impulse. 

You turned your head to look at the way you came. There wasn’t anybody passing by just yet. You looked at the camera, which didn’t seem focused but you couldn’t be sure. Lastly, you looked at the vent against the wall. 

In an effort to alleviate the tension beating against your chest—caused by a fear of getting caught, a fear of not finding anything, and a fear of the rotted Bonnie themself—you threw the animatronic a wink and said, “Keep an eye out for me, will you?”

You hurried to the vent, throwing a cautious glance behind you. You knelt in front of it, fully prepared to use a piece of shrapnel you found to undo its screws. However, you found the screws had already been pulled loose, interestingly enough. You briefly wondered who could have the strength for that as you quietly shifted the vent open and slipped in, gently and silently putting the vent back. 

You laid there on your stomach for a few moments as your exhilaration began to calm down. You hoped this place’s ventilation system wasn’t so “vintage” and “legit” that you’d suffocate or get some noxious gas spewed into your lungs.

As your heartbeat fell slower and slower, you cast your eyes downward. You had a long evening of waiting ahead of you. You shuffled quietly until you could get a hold of an earbud in your pocket. You took it out along with your phone, putting the earbud in your ear. You tapped on your most recent voice messages. 

Maybe you’d be able to recognize something in the voice message... or maybe you just wanted to remember why you were doing all of this.

You tapped on your phone until their voice message began playing in your ear.

Silence.

Shuffling.

Heavy, muffled breathing.

More silence.

Your name in a shaken whisper.

“...Come...” Their voice was hushed so so quiet. “...Come to...”

A child’s laughter, not quite right.

“...Hurry...I-”

The sound of the phone dropping.

-Click-

Your finger hovered over the option to play the message again. Your best friend was working at Fazbear’s Frights the night you got that message. They were supposed to meet you the morning after. They didn’t. After giving the message to the police, Fazbear Entertainment reported that your best friend had clocked-out at 6AM that morning and that there was no incident during their shift. You didn’t buy it. Whether there was some big corporate conspiracy, or whether something happened and Fazbear Entertainment just didn’t want to delay the attraction’s opening, you didn’t know. But a body hadn’t been found and that was something . Something to hold on to. 

You would get to the bottom of it.

You rested your head on your arm as you played the message again.

[khoipyan]

“ I don’t know what’s worse, the pounding of my head or the pounding of my heart. “

You loathe Valentine's day because you’re terribly afraid of rejection on such a romantic date; February 14th. Still, you try and shoot your shot.

gender neutral (you/your), angst, romantic (but one-sided), no physical desc. of reader

characters; octavinelle

notes; the title is inspired by.. my friend saying a thing with a scaramouche tupperbot, haha… it was a while ago and it was to feed me scaramouche content BUT the line was so good so i held it in my head for a while.

attempt .

All happy couples should perish.

Just kidding, you wouldn’t actually wish for those who were granted with love to be rid of it. However, something made you wonder if you can try to get your own.

Was it even possible for somebody like you? Would you be turned away or humiliated if you confessed your true feelings? It was a daunting possibility that you could just be discarded like roses that have withered away past their prime, but something poked at you to just give it a try.

“Try it once, it can’t hurt. Or maybe it will, and you’ll crumble into several pieces.”

Why must this decision be so difficult? However, if something urges you to confess... You only live once, so let’s give it an attempt.

azul ashengrotto .

A man like Azul is intelligent, cunning, hardworking, etc. You could go on about his tasteful qualities that made you so interested with him in the first place.

Such a guy like him needed something special, but not too overwhelming of course. Just a valentines card and a box of chocolates! It was simple, plain, and cute. Also traditional and cliché, but it would make your heart jump if you would receive such a gift.

You hoped Azul would feel that way if he was presented with the romantic offering as well.

Or, WERE hoping, anyways.

—✦—

“I’m… sorry?” Azul gawked at you. He had never expected this to begin with.

“Didn’t you read the card, and did the chocolates in the heart shaped container not make it clear? or—“

“No, i knew perfectly well what you meant. however, I’m apologizing. I was simply shocked because you were the last person I’d expect to catch such feelings for me.”

What the hell did that even mean? Tell me Azul. “Are you saying, no? You don’t return my feelings?”

You could tell he felt just the tiniest bit of pity, but ultimately looked unbothered by his decision. “Yes. I’m sorry to disappoint, but it’s a no from me.”

Oh my, It felt like you just voted off a stage or something by an unimpressed judge, despite giving it your all. “Oh. Ahaha. We-well, do you still want the chocolates—?”

Azul waved his hand in a, 'No thanks' way. “Ah, I appreciate the gesture, however it’ll be a ‘no thanks’. You may keep them, eat them, throw them away. It doesn’t matter to me what you do with them. Again, I’m sorry to dissa…” Azul trailed off. He started looking around the now-empty room, however you were nowhere to be seen.

It’s not like you were even listening anymore at this point, the message was clear. No was a no, and there was no point in trying to change his mind. While Azul had been talking, you'd taken the liberty of walking off midway.

—✦—

If only there were some way to know how you could know what a person likes, or maybe—! Gah, just forget it. He already made up his mind.

Instead of taking the chocolates, he took the stupid letter. So much for important, hm?

Oh Azul. What did it take to be the one for you? Did it take a high level of intelligence like Riddle’s? Or maybe, a hardworking demeanour with a passionate heart? What did it take to win over your heart?

Why should you bother asking this, anyways? It’s not like you could ever put these questions to good use.

jade leech .

The (seemingly) calmer set of the leech twins has his own charm. He may be devious at times (as once stated by Azul), but he had a flattery that could make anybody fall to their knees and bow to him. He’s so sickeningly polite with his actions and words, how could you not? Not fall to your knees and bow to him, I meant,

‘He doesn’t seem like a guy who would want to attract much attention,’ You had thought. This theory of yours wasn’t exactly wrong. Despite always being seen with Azul and his own twin, you didn’t exactly know the biggest things about him. Hell, you didn't even know any of the trio’s secrets at all.

But given this information of his secluded nature, you wouldn't go too much for his present. Just a love letter, handwritten by yours truly (AKA you). It took everything not to start crying (tears of adoration) out of nowhere as you thought of the tall, teal-haired man.

You poured your most of your heart into this letter, and made sure to finalize it by sealing it in a dainty little envelope with a rose sticker. Why settle for a heart sticker when you could one-up yourself with a floral adhesive? You WOULD have scouted for a mushroom sticker, but you couldn’t really find any no matter where you looked.

—✦—

“My my, what’s this?” Jade asked, smiling away his usual false politeness.

You blinked at his question, “A letter! You know, since it’s Valentine’s day and all of that.”

Jade seemed just a tad interested in what the letter had to say, so he carefully opened it up, not wanting to blemish the note that you worked so hard on. It would be rude of him to do that, after all. However, you started to notice his smile had faltered just a little when reading the contents of what you wrote. When he was finished, Jade tucked the letter back into the envelope and handed it back to you with one hand. “My apologies, however I cannot reciprocate these feelings.”

Slightly bowing, you blurted out an apology. “It’s alright—! I just made everything awkward, sorry.” It was indeed awkward. He just rejected you so casually.

Jade shook his head and laughed, putting his index and thumb on his chin. “No worries. We can, however, still be acquaintances if you would like.”

You grasped the letter in your hands with a fist. Is this some kind of fancy way of friend-zoning you? Because it seriously sucked. “Yeah, sure! I don’t mind.”

Truthfully, you did mind because you didn’t think you could ever look him in the eyes ever again.

—✦—

If that couldn’t have gone well, what else was next? You were going mental and LIVID over the fact that Jade that rejected you. No, not JUST because he rejected you, but how he was so respectful and polite about it.

How ironic, that it was what made you even FALL for him in the first place.

Unfortunately, it is what it is. You’ll soon find yourself falling out of love, and one day you’ll look back to ask yourself;

‘Was any of this worth it?’

floyd leech .

Floyd leech, the more disorderedly set of the leech twins who won over your heart. From a constant battle of, ‘uh oh, it’s Floyd,’ to ‘oh, it’s Floyd!’, he was finally able to subdue you with his chaotic allure. The more you hung out with him, the more infatuated you got. He’s unpredictable with his mood, for sure, but somehow always managed to make your day better. Just a little grin from him to you, and you could swear you died inside a little.

You decided to get Floyd a shrimp plush. Not because you're a 'Shrimpy' (well, you ARE according to Floyd), but because you remember he loves squeezing things. Plus, you doubt he'd tend to flowers if you got him any, considering him. Would he even put in effort to take care of the plush?

—✦—

"And, well, you see, I really like you!" Those words spoken were from you, handing him the soft plush. Unfortunately, you had fumbled over a few BUT you felt that it was a pretty solid confession.

floyd stared at you. Small movement, just stared with the plush in his arms. Looked down at the soft shrimp, looked up at you.

No smile, no grin. No chaos.

And then the laugh came, "Oo. Shrimpy's confessin' to me? Well, you're gonna be bummed out then." He said, still laughing.

It felt like he was laughing at you.

Floyd was indeed laughing very hard, however, seemed to take note of your expression. "Eh, eh! Just to be clear! I'm not- Pfft, laughing at ya! I'm laughing to lighten the mood so that you don't take this too hard." He settled down, still grinning widely. "Sorry, but no thanks."

Ouch.

"Buuut! You don't mind if I keep the plush though, right? Kinda soft and looks funny, but also really cute! You got a good eye for stuff, Shrimpy. Next time, you're sure to be accepted!" Floyd held out the plush with both hands in front of you. It was indeed cute, however you're not sure if you can even truthfully say it is anymore.

"Err, if you wanna keep it, sure."

"Yay! Thanks Shrimpy, you're the best."

As Floyd went on and on, you couldn't help thinking to yourself. 'If I'm the best, why don't you love me back?' It's not fair, now is it?

—✦—

As you waved goodbye to Floyd and his new plush, you instantly put your face into your hands. Not out of embarrassment, but of shame. You really thought...

Thought wrong.

But there's no use whining about it, especially in front of Floyd. You'll grow over him soon, right? He'd squeeze you hard if you complained about it to him anyways, plus it's not something you would talk about to somebody who turned you down.

You sighed, looking at the floor.

'I wished that Floyd adored me as much as my gift.'

( due to be edited at anytime )

[drdemonprince]

Dear dr. Price,

A follower pointed out your book Unmasking Autism to me and said it was a life-saver. I have put in on my birthday wishes list.

According to lists on the net, I am supposed to reflect on whether I am behaving in a way that is aims at others' needs or my own and so on. This is precisely my problem. I am closer to 50 than to 40 and have probably been masking for over 40 years. How can I know what type of behaviour is learnt? What is ingrained? Is it possible that I have passed the window where I can still find natural conduct?

If you could see your way clear to answer my concern, I should be much obliged.

Kind regards,

Maarten

Hi Maarten!

Thank you so much for your question. While I understand deeply the desire to try and sort out which elements of yourself are naturally you and which elements are learned behaviors linked to a lifetime of trauma, in actuality there is no separating them. There is only one you. You have only lived one life, and it was the (at times very challenging and invalidating) life that you had. Humans are social beings, it almost makes as little sense to thing of humans in individual terms as it does to discuss ants without talking about colonies. Who we are is social, interpersonal, relational, and interactive.

The good news about that, however, is that who we are and how we feel can change, so long as our circumstances do. To some degree, masking and inhibition may always feel natural to you. I've been utterly fixated on unmasking both personally and professionally for years now, and while I've opened up a lot and learned many communication skills, my default mode of operating is still always to clench up. I will probably carry that reflex inside me for all of my life. That reflex has helped me. That reflex has saved me a great many times. It's just also hurt me and cost me a ton. And these days I try to accept all of that, and accept myself as the mutable, fragile, self-protective, sensitive being that I am.

I think it is far easier to focus on small behaviors and desires (and not-desires) than it is to worry too much about who we "really are" who we "would have been" in a completely alternate reality where we hadn't suffered the experiences that we have. Thinking about a fully liberated and unfiltered alternate self is enticing, I fantasize about who I'd have been in a better world all the time, but that person does not exist, and never did, and never ever would have.

Neurotypical are harmed by neuro-conformity pressures too. Capitalism, white supremacy, and the gender binary restrict how all people behave today pretty severely. Nobody lives fully free right now. This might sound bleak, but it's also a fact that unites us, and thinking about it gives me some hope. It helps me realize that I'm not uniquely boxed inside myself and separated from other people -- I'm suffering from the exact same forces that all people do, just in my own way.

I'm not uniquely broken. Neither are you. But we are irrevocably shaped by our life experiences. Instead of trying to change who we are, or find some inner true self, which is a daunting task, I think that instead, we can just practice saying no to things that make us uncomfortable, asking for the changes to our environment that we do need in order to feel comfortable, sharing what we feel, and taking time regularly to take stock of our lives and figure out what it is that we want and we wish for. It starts small.

Little phrases like "I don't like that," "I don't feel good," "I'm not interested in talking about that," "I'm going to go do something else," "Here's what i believe," "I don't agree with you," "I really need [thing]," and "I want to build a life with more room for [thing] in it" are some places to start. Truly, the more you get in the practice of saying such things, the better you get at noticing how you are feeling, and the more feelings and wants and not-wants you become able to self advocate for. It's not about becoming a new person, or throwing off the mask in one go. It's a skill, and anyone can develop a skill. You might as well make the rest of your life better. No amount of suffering in the past condemns you to needing to feel shitty about your desires forever.

[onwriting-hrarby]

hii hera! i am SO terribly sorry to ask you such a random question, but do you have any at all advice for writing college essays? i’m asking you this because i’m aiming for more of a storytelling kind of essay about an important event in my life and i figured there’d be no one better to ask for tips than you! i know college essays and fics or original stories are vastly different, but is there any tip you can share with me that’ll help me write my essay in a more personal and profound level? i’m mainly looking at chapter 13 of rotten judgement, “the voice” where mikasa has a long, extremely well written first person account of her life. the way you wrote it with so much personality genuinely baffles me because although you might have similar experiences as rj mikasa, in the end, she is only a character and your writing managed to bring her to life in the most beautiful way. so, how do i bring my essay about my struggles (quite similar to mikasa’s, actually) to life? i’m sorry for such a long ask. thank you hera!

(this is a long, long answer, so grab a coffee, hehe)

AHHH I LOVE ASKS LIKE THESE! So please, any question, do not hesitate! And thank you very much for your praise on Chapter 13. it is my favourite chapter of all. I didn't have that much of similar experiences with Mikasa, like, particularly we had some, but no that much. But universally? Now, that's another thing.

When you are writing about your struggles, I think you have to write it in a universal way, because that's how you will appeal to people who haven't lived what you've lived. For example, for me and Mikasa, we only had in common some colorism, but Mikasa's experience was much harder—of course—and it involved bullying, racism, chauvinism... If I had thought this wasn't universal, I wouldn't have written it. But in the abstract, aside from the particular story, this is all universal. Bullying involves disrespect, not being heard, being stigmatized and put in a box that you don't belong just because of what you say or do or dress. Racism is quite another thing and I'm going to put it bluntly and like for small children, but it's also about you being stigmatized and hated because of a tradition and your skin color and where you were born, ultimately. Chauvinism is the same as racism but because of your gender. But what I mean with this is: everyone has feel hatred towards them once in their life. Everyone has felt stigmatized, and abandoned, and not heard. Even if this person is alt-right—if you talk to them, you will realize that they say that "they are forgotten", "the minorities have taken over us", etc etc. I don't condone them, but there is something about not being heard and having the feeling that others will take your place, and that is fear.

I think fear is the most human feeling of all. I don't know the type of your college essays—although I find it very interesting, hehe, we don't have such a thing in Spain!—but I would say that to talk about your struggles you need to talk about everyone's struggles. You have to be vulnerable about it, but you need not to think about you but to think about the you that is universal.

For example (now I went back to the chapter hehe): "Did you dislike me because I looked a certain way? I knew you had always seen me so: because, when we were children, you had commented on my eyes, and you said they were unusual but strange, and also my hair was so silky, and back at the time, I had grown to think that what I was was okay. But now, you were looking at me like I was a freak, Eren. I know you weren’t thinking that, and I’ll believe you, and I don’t think you’re the whole problem, either. But I was not taught to love someone like me, so that’s what I thought."

This paragraph is obviously about racism, but it's largely about not loving yourself. I would say, in colors: EYES (the triggering, the particular story) -> LOOKING A CERTAIN WAY (the consequence, the universal trigger) -> Like I was a freak/love someone like me (the feeling, abandonment, universal feeling). One is the particular story and the other is the abstract. It's also about not being taught how to love yourself—about the system and about stigmatization. You feel this way in multiple scenarios: you can not love your gender, you can not love your social class, you can not love your religion. If you talk to someone from a poor village that votes the alt-right and is against "commies", maybe they feel dumb because they are not "intellectual" enough (this happens in Spain). They also feel like the way they are now is inappropiate, even if they do not belong in a minority. Rather than asking yourself Am I shining a light about who I am?, ask yourself: "Am I shining a light on what the reader might feel?" But you need to answer this question on the second stage of the essay, in your revision/edition.

I don't know if I'm making sense or if you are understanding what I'm saying hahaha but basically, do not stop at your particular story. Look at what you want to talk about and go to the primary feeling. For example, when my dad went to live to another city—they were divorced—I could think that this is the story: My dad goes to another city, it's alright, it's not a big deal. But it was, because what I felt is abandonment. And everyone has felt abandonment—maybe not from a father but from a mom or any other adult in their life. So instead of recalling the story from the story, I would recall it from the feeling.

If you have some time before writing the essay, I would recommend you to read a book by Annie Ernaux. They are incredibly short, so you can do it in one seating. Annie Ernaux basically talks about her experience, but she makes it very universal. In "Shame", she talks about the love story of her parents and how they met—but subjacent, there is also class, and how she feels coming from a lower class and making it big. This shame is very polarized: she should feel GLAD that she's made it out of her lower social class, right? But no: she feels unattached, shamed, a daughter that is not loving enough.

You can also read the first part of "The situation and the history" by Vivian Gornick. Or "Fierce attachments", but I believe the first one is much more "manual" and gives you like a how-to on writing essays that feel universal somehow.

Anyway, if you have ANY OTHER question or punctuation please let me know. I'm not an expert on essays, and this is the first time I responded something like this!

[prongsmydeer]

Ayesha Liveblogs Shrek 3 and 4

The wild gendered expectations they have on Pinocchio to hate dinner theatre LMAO

"I am the rightful King of Far Far Away." On what grounds, Prince Charming?

Why does Shrek have to do all the knighting and christening of boats when Fiona is the royal heir? Even in Shrek we cannot escape the misogyny of inheritance laws

"Imagine an Ogre baby. They extra cry, and they extra poop." This is unfortunate foreshadowing for how many babies they're gonna have

"I am proud to call you my Frog-King Dad-in-Law." Ghkjhgkjhg Shrek is as preoccupied with Harold being a frog as Harold was with him being an Ogre

"You and Fiona are next in line for the throne." Again, I feel like Fiona has this whole like, princess her whole life thing going for her. Why does Shrek need to be ruling in any way

NOT KING HAROLD BEING SENT TO REST IN YE OLDE FOOT LOCKER BOX:

Why has Doris been thrown out of the bar!! Who is Mabel!!

"And you, Frumpypigskin." "Rumplestiltskin." "Where's that firstborn you were promised?" I think this is supposed to be foreshadowing for the next Shrek movie

"How does it happen?" said Donkey, as if he did not have at least five children (six if we count the missing baby, whose name is apparently Éclair)

"My stomach aches and my palm just got sweaty. Must be a high school." Relatable. Also the implication that Shrek went to high school. Was it an Ogre high school or a general high school for fairytale creatures

"My friend Tiffany thinkest thou vex her so soothly. And she thought perchance you would ask her to the homecoming dance." Tiffany confirming that the Shrekfucker community is alive and well

Not Arthur Pendragon being bullied by the nerds omg

Fgjkhkghkgjh Guin being repulsed by Arthur. Rough

I guess we know where Doris is!! At Fiona's baby shower

"I got you the biggest one, because I love you the most." HAHAHAHA not Snow White giving Fiona a PERSON as a present

HAHAHAHAHA I love Pinnochio double negativing Charming into confusion

"He'll never fall for your tricks!" [Nose grows] Pinocchio knows Shrek is very gullible

Most of Shrek's problems are related to just being too strong to handle his own body

How long does Shrek think he can hide the fact there are other heirs to the throne. Does he think if he waits til they're in Far Far Away, Artie won't turn back?

"Somebody help! I've been kidnapped by a monster trying to relate to me." This movie strongly feels like it was written by the parent of a teenager LMAO

"Please leave any bad vibes outside the healing vortex." Me trying to talk to my parents

"My dad wasn't really the fatherly type either." 1) The plot of this movie is simply Daddy Issues: Shrek Edition and 2) Are we finally going to find out where some of the other Ogres are?

I guess we have taken until the third movie to confirm that some, if not most, Ogres, are pro-eating each other, at least. Shrek's father said, I put you in this world, I can take you out

"People used to think I was a monster. And for a long time, I believed them. But after a while, you learn to ignore the names that people call you, and you just trust who you are." SOMETHING SOMETHING METAPHORS FOR OPPRESSION SOMETHING SOMETHING MY HEART

"That Charming makes me hotter than July." Why did Rapunzel say 'ew,' isn't she the one that Charming calls Kitten Whiskers lmao

Update from 30 seconds later: I got an immediate answer to this question in the form of Rapunzel betraying them

Also: Is the topiary supposed to be Lillian or is the implication Charming's first act in this coup was to replace the garden sculptures jkhgkjhg. I've been thinking it for a while but Lillian and Charming really do have the same hair and general face shape:

"Shrek will be back soon, and you'll be sorry." Fiona why do you need Shrek, you can take out a band of ten Merry Men by yourself!! Are you hesitant to fight because you're pregnant? This movie should really be about Fiona and not Shrek

"Get yourself back to Worcestershire, kid." Bold of them to choose this name for Artie's hometown hahahah

HAHAHAHA Artie defeats Merlin's magical insecurities by having a tantrum

Efhjkfhkfjh the implication that Donkey has been suppressing his inner heehaw for two whole movies. Poor Puss in Boots

"He's a star, people! Hello? I'm so sorry about this, Mr. Shrek." Artie's best quality as a leader is his ability to think on his feet

"I wasn't right for the job. I just needed some fool to replace me." IT'S A GOOD THING YOU'RE NOT THE ROYAL HEIR OF FAR FAR AWAY SHREK, FIONA IS! IT'S HER THRONE AND HER DECISION, U DINK

Shout-out to Cinderella's slowly dwindling mental health, she's got some of the most labour-intense and psychologically difficult backstory kghkhjg

Oh hell yeah Julie Andrews as Mama Lillian showing where Fiona got her fighting skills

"Okay girls, from here on out, we're gonna take care of business ourselves." AS THEY SHOULD!

HAHAHAHAH Snow White's singing scene is all I remember from this movie. Get 'em girls!!!

Cinderella throwing her glass shoe, Sleeping Beauty tripping them with her narcolepsy, Doris tripping the men up with her leg that didn't fit into the shoe. I love that the mechanisms of their fighting are the same as their confines in the story

"Shrek only said those things to protect you." And because they were true! He was also dishonest with Arthur lmao

Awwww the Shrek fan club in the audience. He really is a beloved by the people, in his way

"If you don't mind, could you kill me, and then sing?" Charming really should've put a muzzle on Shrek if he wanted him to be a silent participant in this play

Shrek's strongest asset by far is the community of people he and Fiona have built (the fairy tale creatures, the princesses, Doris, the dragon, the citizens of Far Far Away)

"Don't you ever wish you could be something else [other than a villain]?" Arthur yet again comes through with his gift of gab

"What Steve's trying to say is it's hard to come by honest work when the whole world's against you." Steve and Ed the Evil Trees raise very point

"I grow daffodils, and they're beautiful." Love this for Captain Hook

"It's yours if you want, you know. But this time it's your choice." WHY IS IT NOT FIONA'S CHOICE!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE NOT THE PRINCE, SHREK!!!!

You know, if the only remaining complication of switching bodies is losing your tail for a bit, that's not the worst

"I think the kid's going to be a great king." "Well, for what it's worth, you would have too." SO WOULD YOU, FIONA, AS HEIR TO THIS KINGDOM!!!! Raised as a princess!! The plot of this movie is so bizarre

I love how much Lillian loves her weird little family. No Judgement Mum

Tag yourself, I'm the "Where's the Baby" Dwarf kjghjghjh

Well, even if it's not something Fiona specifically identified as wanting for herself instead of ruling, I'm happy they get to have their happy little family in the swamp and a nap

Onto: Shrek 4

I will not lie to you, I am mostly watching the fourth Shrek because I went to Shrek trivia and we missed a bunch of questions related to the fourth movie LOL

Why does the animation look so funky in this one? It's giving a bit of Monster by Mistake/direct-to-video sequel

How are Shrek's babies old enough to speak but Donkey's still look the same even though they're at least 9 months older?

Is the plot of this, much like the second Incredibles movie, 'I can't believe that I, a father, have to parent'

I know people have been committing Ogre Microaggressions all day and that he wasn't the first to destroy the cake (Donkey licked and the Pigs ate the first one) but what kind of a father destroys his own children's birthday cake. Get some therapy, Shrek

"I wouldn't expect you to understand, it's not like you're a real Ogre. You spent half your life in a palace." "And the other half locked away in a tower." 1) What a thing to say to someone who became an ogre permanently FOR YOU, and 2) She got a point there, Shrek

"You have three beautiful children, a wife who loves you, friends who adore you. You have everything." Shrek said: God Fiona, have you ever heard of an introvert

Lmao @ this movie retconning the fact that Shrek and Rumplestiltskin have already encountered each other when Arthur took the throne

Shrek representing the very real experience of not reading the terms and conditions every time you sign off:

"It's me, Shrek, your best friend." After four movies Shrek finally admits that Donkey is his best friend hahaha

Gingey being in a cookie fighting league jkhfkfh on brand for him

Why is there such a large proportion of witches in Rumpelstiltskin's palace hahaha, I get that there were more than a few, but Rumpelstiltskin seems to hang with witches exclusively?

"I ended Fiona's curse." Technically yes, but did u really Shrek? You just ended the switcheroo to her original human form, not the resultant transformation

I gotta say, the soundtrack moments in this film are so far a lot weaker, BUT I do love Shrek rescuing Donkey, His Best Friend Who Doesn't Know Him, and covering his eyes as they go through the roof:

As if to challenge me on that last point, they had Shrek sing an off-key rendition of "You've Got a Friend," which was delightful

Donkey looks particularly off in this movie and I've just realized it's because of the texture of his fur. It was smooth and growing in a similar direction for three movies, and now it's super coarse and messy

"You should never sign a contract with Rumpelstiltskin." Not Donkey having more common sense than Shrek HAHA

"You gonna have to take me to dinner first." I will take this as Donkey coming out as bisexual

"Fate has delivered us a comrade-in arms and for that we are thankful." The implication that Ogres do have a society and Shrek just chooses to never interact with them bc HIS FAMILY is the only one who loves terrorizing is VERY FUNNY

I love how Shrek also seems to be one of the smallest Ogres. Little man

I thought the idea of Fiona staying an Ogre was for her to subvert the beauty standard (which like, another conversation, 'cause she looks fine as an ogre) but they had to make a point of her being a sexy warrior ogre HAHA:

(I can see why this film didn't do that well with audiences)

Why is Fiona the ONLY female ogre? Where are the women!!

"Well, I see who wears the chainmail in your family," said Donkey, both correct about Fiona's fighting prowess and unaware that his wife is a Dragon ten times his size

Took me a sec to realize why the water would be threatening to the witches kjhgjghjgh (not poison, just dealing with Dorthy Dousing Disease)

OHHH Cookie is an Ogre who loves cooking, I had wondered about that in the Shrek trivia

"Shrek, do my babies have hooves or talons?" Donkey is SO excited to be a father!! I love that for him

Lmao @ them suggesting Shrek stresses Puss into being physically fit with the fights he causes

"[Candy]'d work on me." I guess there is another woman Ogre, but not with a scanty outfit! Only Fiona gets Ogregectification

I do love the falling in love while sparring. Couples MMA league:

I love that Puss in Boots is immediately Team Shrek/Fiona

"You are a catastrophe." "And you, are re-donkulous." [Shared laughter] Hahaha I like that the only obstacle in Puss and Donkey's friendship was they needed to meet sooner to avoid the competition for Shrek's attention

"I can't believe I let this happen, and it's all because of you." In fairness to Shrek, no one could see inside the carriage

They spent the entire animation budget on this frame of Puss in Boots:

I do like them subverting the expectation that just a kiss would solve their problems when love is what they need

"Then where were you, when I needed you?" Thinking of ways to become an absentee father

"Please stay tuned for a message from our tyrannical dictator." I wish all political announcements were this honest

There is something fun about the circling back to Shrek 1 Mob

"If your life was so perfect, why'd you sign it all away to Rumpelstiltskin in the first place?" "Because I didn't know what I had until it was gone, alright?!" Fiona even reminded you! Get some therapy Shrek

"What are you talking 'bout, cracker?" I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY GOT AWAY WITH PUTTING THIS IN A CHILDREN'S MOVIE (point of clarification: It was said to the Gingerbread Man)

DID PUSS IN BOOTS JUST KILL GINGEY???? AH?????

"I'm just a frightened old man." "Don't listen to him, these Ogres are crafty." "That is your father painted green." Pinocchio finally gets his revenge on his dad for selling him to the Duloc Guards hahahaha

Shrek giving up his freedom to save the other Ogres 😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Nobody's smart but me," said Rumpelstiltskin, while leaving the only two people who could break his spell together to fall in love:

HAHAHAHAA how could they have Trojan Horse'd Rumpelstiltskin SO QUICKLY after being freed?? It is the SAME NIGHT, 2 MOVIE MINUTES LATER:

"I'll call you! We're in love." If there's one thing Donkey is willing to do, it's commit to the bit

I love that the way they keep Dragon at bay is both a callback to the first movie and a callback to the phrase Fiona has tied knots with throughout the movie. A rare moment of good writing it in this funny little movie

I guess in lieu of Shrek's other friends knowing him, it's an Ogre-only revolution

"Looks like we're having curly-toed weirdo for breakfast." So ogres eat ogres AND people. Four movies for someone to confirm it explicitly!!

"You know what the best part of today was? I got the chance to fall in love with all over again." A very sweet reflection about a problem Shrek caused himself

Lillian is genuinely so accepting of her bizarre family 💞 She doesn't care if she married a frog or if her grandkids are ogres

I can't believe they saved two of the best soundtrack songs and this fun character montage of moments throughout the series for the end credits!

Overall, I would say I prefer the first three Shrek movies (and especially the first two) but if they put out another one, I would probably watch it LOL

[seventeenficsformalereader]

Movie ; Silvester Belt

You watch a movie with your boyfriend, Silvester <3

Warnings : None

Gender neutral reader/gender not mentioned

Genre : Fluff

I had to write this for my friend so here y'all go also :D

512 words ✭

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Silvester checked his phone for the thousand time for the evening. It was currently 9 PM and you were supposed to arrive at 8:30 PM. He sighed frustrated and tapped his feet on the ground anxiously. What if something happened? What if you got into an accident? What if you stood him up for some reason? He thought too much that he didn't realize the door being knocked on. He was pulled out of his thoughts when someone entered the house. "Hey? Silver? You here?" You asked, making him get up from the couch "Y/N!" He said happily and quickly walked to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly "I was so worried. You are thirty minutes late" Silvester said with a pout on his face, making you crack a small smile "I know, I'm sorry. There was a lot of traffic and I had to pick a few things up before coming here. Next thing you know, the time had ran faster than I could possibly even move" Silvester smiled a bit before questioning "So what did you 'pick up'" "Some snacks. I thought we could watch a movie" You answered with a smile "I even bought a DVD for us." You added, taking out a dvd box with the most iconic movie ever inside of it, Fight club. You smiled "What do you say?" You asked and Silvester nodded "Okayyy I like where this is going".

After a while you and Silvester sat down at the couch. There was all kinds of snacks such as chips and popcorn and soda for the both of you. You put on the movie and got into a comfortable position, leaning against Silvester's chest, his left arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders while the other hand was holding his drink. You have a blanket on both of you so you both feel more comfortable.

Halfway through the movie, Silvester looked at you "You know, I'm so in love with you. I always cherish and admire moments such as these with you" Silvester explained wholeheartedly out of nowhere. You were taken a back a bit and you looked up at him with a small smile and loving eyes "Oh, Silver. You're so adorable. I love you too. And moments like these never fail to make me smile. Just seeing you makes my day better a hundred percent" you said to him and he couldn't help but kiss you softly after taking your chin in his hand softly. He kissed your lips ever so gently, and you accustomed to the kiss and then returned it softly. The kiss got a bit more heated as he set his soda down while still kissing you and then pulled you closer by your thighs. You couldn't help but smile.

After some time, he finally broke the kiss, leaving you breathless but happy. You stared at his beautiful eyes before giving one last kiss on his cheek and then resting your head back down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling glad about the love you two share for each other.

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[pocketramblr]

that sailor moon au part one

Holy shit, a talking cat!

“Holy shit, a talking cat.” En breathed, squatting down to look at the animal that had broken in and taken his futon.

“Yes.” It said, amused and batting at his finger when he tried to poke it. “I am Midnight. I’ve been looking for you, En.”

“And it knows my name.” Why had it been looking for him? Was he on some sort of animal hit-list?

“I wanted to thank- oh, I use she/her pronouns actually.” The cat corrected.

En pinched himself. It hurt but maybe that didn’t mean anything. “The talking cat knows what pronouns are.”

“Of course I do; human gender- and sexuality- are so fascinating! Ah, but that doesn’t matter right now, don’t distract me! I wanted to say thank you for helping me out earlier this morning, even though it made you late to your class.”

En would have been late anyway.

“No problem.” He shrugged, fully accepting this was a dream.

“And, I want to give you something.” She spun around, and then held out a golden pin between her teeth.

En stared at it.

Midnight waved her face at him a bit, tail flicking.

“Where did you get that?” He asked, like an answer would make sense if he asked the question out loud, like a dream would have consistency other than just being confusing. “You don’t have any pockets, you’re naked.”

The cat dropped the pin on his futon.

“I’m nude, actually.” She corrected, again. “But take it and put it on, En!”

“So pushy.” He muttered. “You’re just like Nana-nee.” But he put it on anyway, fastening it to his jacket near the collar.

The silver crescent moon stood out against the red fabric, almost shining. It didn’t look bad, and it wasn’t his normal style, but for some reason he didn’t feel the desire to remove it. Probably the weird dream logic.

“Now, repeat after me! Moon Prism Power, One For All!” Midnight said.

“Moon prism power, one for all?” En repeated.

And then suddenly, he was glowing.

An energy raced through him, cold and electrifying, though it didn’t hurt. His heartbeat raced in his ear to a strange rhythm, and stars raced past his eyes.

When they faded, he felt taller.

He looked down to see he was wearing boots with a bit of a platform- oh, and completely different clothes.

In a blur, he darted from his room to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

He was wearing a jacket like his old high school gakuran, except in dark blue instead of black. He had matching blue shorts and high socks tucked into the almost-as-high boots. The buttons and buckles shone silver like the band sitting cool across his forehead, mostly hiding by his hair, which had a moon crescent in the center- it matched the pin Midnight gave him, and so did the earrings dangling from his ears.

Wait. Only one of his ears was pierced.

Dream, right.

It was getting harder to believe that…

“This isn’t a dream, is it?” he asked.

Midnight jumped up onto the bathroom counter and shook her head.

“No, En, it’s all real. And I need you to become the Moon Scout.”

“The moon what?”

“The pretty guardian of love and justice.”

“The what?”

Midnight didn’t get a chance to answer his question- instead all he could focus on was a sudden ringing in his ear- well, just under his ear.

“Help!” a voice echoed. “We’re at the jewelry store off Besupin and 8th, she’s- ah!”

“Shimura-san?” a different voice asked, tinny, through a phone, “Are you still there, Shimura-san?”

En heard Midnight’s voice, but not what she said- he was instead remembering earlier when he’d gotten home from class, heard Nana and Sorahiko talking in the kitchen as they microwaved lunch. Something about an outrageous sale going on, and Nana and her boyfriend heading there after their own classes.

En had asked if they’d been going out long enough for an engagement ring to be considered, and after laughing at how Nana had nailed him in the head with an empty takeout box, Sorahiko had gotten his own jab in: “Do you really want a discount engagement ring? That’s not really romantic is it?”

Nana had sniffed and declared that a wedding she could actually afford to feed herself and her husband afterwards was the most romantic one. Then En had fled before she could aim another throw at him for saying that he was pretty sure she wouldn’t be the one cooking and feeding her spouse.

But now, if Shimura-kun was at the store, and calling for help-

“Tell me how to get there.” He told Midnight, who nodded and leapt from the counter without a word.

En’s heart was racing the whole way, audible even over the pounding of his boots.

The store wasn’t far, but any minute delay-

Sirens, red lights.

The police surrounded the place, a crowd of people by them.

“Maam, stop!” One raised his voice. “You cannot go back in there!”

“My boyfriend is in there!” Nana- oh god that was his sister, she was fine- but Shimura-kun wasn’t.

En blew past the crowd, and the officers.

“Hey, wait!” Another tried to call after him.

“Is that the Deku Scout?” another asked.

En didn’t even turn around. He didn’t want Nana to see his face, because if she knew he was in there she wouldn’t let herself be held back anymore.

He pushed open the door, and almost collapsed against it, panting.

There were a group of people huddled against the back counter, and more strewn across the floor, unconscious or- he didn’t want to think about it.

In the middle of the store, a figured held up a person with one hand, the other glowing on their face.

“Let them go, now!” He demanded, straightening up and walking inside.

The figure turned to look over their shoulder at him- and then kept turning, the neck bending and contorting in ways it shouldn’t.

En’s stomach dropped.

The door shut behind him.

Suddenly he felt cold.

It was hard to swallow.

“Who are you?” The thing demanded, dropping their victim.

“I’m-“ En wasn’t sure what to say- “the Moon Scout.”

“The moon scout?” The thing repeated, and suddenly words were pulled from En’s dry throat.

“Yeah, the pretty guardian of love and justice, if you want to surrender now.”

“Love? Justice? Surrender?” The thing laughed more with each word, and as they laughed their body stretched and bulged, sharp and jagged. “I think not, little boy.”

Then they lunged, arm stretching to claw at him.

En threw himself to the side.

The ground he crashed into shook, and tile cracked under the thing’s claw.

That had almost been him.

“Moon Scout!” Midnight’s voice echoed from one of his earrings. “Fight back!”

“How do I do that?” He asked, racing behind a counter of jewelry as the thing got back up and growled at him.

“Repeat after me, Midnight Shroud!”

“Midnight Shroud!” En screamed, and suddenly dark smoke billowed from his uniform, filling the room in seconds.

He blinked, and realized he could still see the outline of things and people, if not much else.

En began to move, staying low, edging the length of the counter.

Something slammed into the glass where he’d been.

It shattered, some hitting against the back of his coat.

He froze.

“Not so brave are you now, moon boy?” The thing asked. “Come out, let me see where you are… I bet you have lots of energy and individuality my master would love to take.”

En… wasn’t even going to try and parse that. He looked back to where the hostages who were still awake sat. Maybe they could at least leave, under cover, but where was Shimura-kun?

“Midnight, I could use a little more help!” he hissed, and tried to crawl as silently as possible.

“I’m closeby, but my legs are shorter than even yours!” The cat answered. “I’ve called for more backup too, just hold on! And if you can get a clear shot, throw your tiara at the monster!”

As the realization of how bad an idea it had been to trust some random talking cat when she said she turned him into some kind of hero sunk in, the monster shattered another glass case. Eventually, it would find him, and he wanted to be on his feet when it did.

En grabbed a piece of glass and necklace of many hefty gems, and slowly stood up.

He crept around the monster’s back, then threw the necklace.

It hit the thing’s shoulder and snapped apart, and then the thing was turning on him, eyes aglow.

En leaned and slashed with the glass-

Sharp pain in his hand-

Then all over, thrown back. His back, crashing into a wall, out of breath.

The darkness was fading, light beginning to show at the windows, the door, and it cracked open.

Midnight stepped in.

En was looking at her when the monster moved again, and he was too slow to dodge.

“Moon Tiara Action!” The cat cried.

Then something hit the monster’s arm instead.

A rose glimmered in the low light.

“What the hell?” En asked, looking around for where it came from- and the monster did the same thing.

A figure in one window that wasn’t getting as light, a shadow cast.

“Who are you?” The monster demanded.

“Tuxedo Mask.” The figure answered- and yeah, En guessed he did have on a tuxedo. And a mask. The suit was fitted to a tall body, silhouetted sharper in the yellow lining of the cap he wore over it. The mask shaded his eyes, but didn’t hide the strong nose and smirk on his face. “Hey, Moon Scout, hiding and running won’t win this battle for you.”

En blinked. Seriously?

“It was doing a great job at keeping me alive.” He responded, and ‘Tuxedo Mask’ nodded once, as if giving him the point. It didn’t feel like much of a concession. “Anyway, where did you come from?”

“Moon Scout, don’t take your eyes off your opponent.” He said instead of answering.

“What do you-“ En looked at the monster, which was now lifting both arms, even with one bleeding at the rose stuck in it, waving them down towards En and to Tuxedo Mask.

En tugged the silver band off his head. What had Midnight said?

“Moon tiara action!” He said, flinging the circle forward.

It glowed bright as it spun, hitting the thing in their chest, which caved inward- and inward, and inward, their entire body crumbling to dust that barely hit the floor before it faded too.

“You did it!” Midnight cheered.

“Not bad for your first time.” Tuxedo Mask was still smiling as he lifted his cape and turned.

“Wait, are you really going to leave without saying goodbye?”

He left without saying goodbye.

Huh.

“Who was that?” Midnight asked, from near his ankle where she held his fallen tiara.

“I dunno but he’s hand- wait. You didn’t send him?”

She shook her head.

“I wish, he is easy on the eyes. Oh, right. Stellaris, cancel that emergency backup. Moon Scout is fine!”

“How many people are involved in what’s going on, exactly?” En asked, beginning to feel a bit dizzy. The cut on his hand where his attempt at using the glass had failed wasn’t big enough for it to be from bloodloss. Probably.

Unless he’d been bleeding out this whole time or something, everything from the talking cat onward a hallucination as his mind dealt with… he wasn’t sure, getting hit with a truck or something this morning.

But he was pretty sure isekais didn’t work this way, so…

“Let’s get home first, then I can answer your questions… and we need to get you a bandage.” She frowned, but then flicked her tail and went to the window Tuxedo Mask had made his entrance and exit from. “Hurry!”

He followed, shaking his head.

“We have to get back before your sister and her boyfriend do!” Midnight reminded him, and En went double time.

As it was, Nana still got back before En had finished cleaning up.

At least he was in his own clothes, Midnight having taught him how to un-moon-prism-power.

“Enkun, I’m home!” Nana called. “You wouldn’t believe what-“

“Are you ok?” He interrupted. “I, uh, saw the news and I was worried, since you went to that store, and-“

“I’m fine.” She said quickly.

“What about-“

“So is he.”

“I am indeed fine.” Shimura-kun’s voice joined Nana’s. “Just a really weird day. Passed out on the floor and missed the vigilante battle though, apparently.”

“Oh no, that’s too bad.” En tried to sound nonchalant, but the both just laughed.

“I was scared out of my mind, but it was alright in the- Engetsu-chan, what is that.” Nana stepped out of the kitchen and saw him attempting to bandage his own left hand.

“Um, well-“

“Are you bleeding, is that a cat, where- don’t sit on the couch like that you’ll get blood on it, here,” Nana moved in a flurry, tugging him off the back of the couch and pulling him to stand, focusing on his hand as she kept talking. “What happened?”

“Um…”

Midnight meowed.

“Um, there were some kids messing with this cat, and I stopped them.” En said, which was technically true.

“These aren’t from the cat, are they?”

“No, no! She’s fine. Sweet. Her name’s Midnight.”

“A good name for her.” Nana glanced at her. “But you have to be the one to buy cat food. And kitty litter!”

En had expected more pushback than that but was just glad he wasn’t hearing a ‘how dare you almost die so stupidly’ conversation instead.

Nana finished wrapping his hand. He realized hers were shaking.

“Are you okay, Nana-nee?” He asked.

Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah. Just glad we’re all alright.”

He nodded. “We are. Hey, how about instead of us forcing Shimura-kun to cook dinner for us, you call Torino and he brings us something for us to eat in instead.”

“Instead of making me what?”

Nana’s smile got a little less even, and a little more true.

“Yeah, let’s do that. I’ll go text him. You start looking for cat things.”

“Got it.” He saluted, then returned to the back of the couch, pulling out his phone. “Hey, Midnight, what do talking cats eat?” he asked, a little quieter as she curled up next to him.

“Caviar.”

“Wet cat food, got it…”

“En!”