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late-to-the-party-81 · 6 months

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Happy Birthday, Yasha

AN: Creeping in with a story for Bucky’s birthday, I bring you Cap Quartet filth. This is just porn. Not a sniff of plot. Based in the same BDSM AU as The ties that bind us. Sam and Steve have fully consented to this scene in advance and can safeword at any time without consequence.

Beta’d by the wonderful @endlesstwanted and with Russian help from @bittersweet-in-boston

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Bingo and Challenge fills:

@buckybarnesevents Bucky’s Birthday Bash - Base - AU Bucky; Filling - Forced Proximity Frosting - Sam, Nat and Steve; Toppings - Humiliation/Degradation Kink, And

Build a Bucky Bingo - March - Impact Play

@stuckygeekevents Bingo - O1 - “Why did you flinch?”

@stuckybingo - N3 - Free space

@steverogersbingoBingo - D4 - Sex Party

@caplanbuckybarnes’s Weekly Writing Challenge #3 - “Please kiss me.”

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Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday and Nat has arranged a private party, just for him.

Relationship: Dom Bucky x Domme Nat x Switch (but Sub in this) Sam x Sub Steve.

Word count: 3.2k

CW: BDSM AU, Pre-established relationship, Polyamorous relationship, Bondage, Impact Play, Ass Play, Body Worship, Female Masturbation (briefly), Frotting, Anal Sex, Humiliation/Degradation Kink, edging, Face Sitting, Oral Sex, Cum Play/Cum eating, Cum Slut Steve Rogers, Aftercare, Safe, Sane and Consensual.

Bucky couldn’t help but grin, his arms around Nat’s waist and his chin resting on her shoulder as he took in the scene before him.

“Is this all for me, Natty?”

“Of course it is, Yasha. A party just for you.” His pack-mate and fellow Dom stated, her smile evident in the tone of her voice.

They were standing in the playroom, and spread out - and tied up - on the bed in front of them were their Switch, Sam, and their Sub Steve.

Sam was laid on his back, arms attached to the headboard and ropes around his thigh holding his legs open. A silver plug with a bright red jewel poked out from between his round buttocks. Steve was laid face down on top of Sam, his small body similarly bound but with a blue, jewelled plug stretching his rim wide. Neither could move much, but it wasn’t stopping the pair of them trying to rub their cocks together as they messily made out.

“Fuck,”Bucky exclaimed again. “Look at them. Pretty as a picture and all dressed up for me. How am I gonna top this when it’s your birthday?”

Nat turned her head and nipped at Bucky’s ear. “You’ll think of something, handsome. You always do. Now, go enjoy your birthday treat. They’ve been like this for fifteen minutes already and I edged them a couple of times before I brought you down here, so they’re both a hair's-breadth away from coming apart.”

“You’re staying, though?” Bucky nuzzled into Nat’s neck, enjoying the way his scruff brought a red rash up on her neck. She might be a Dom as well, but that didn’t mean Bucky didn’t like marking her. She gave as good as she got anyway.

“I was hoping you’d ask. I want to see which one of them starts to cry first. You go left, I go right?”

“Deal.”

Bucky had known when Nat said she had a surprise for him today that it would be something along these lines, so he’d been waiting, just dressed in his leather pants, until she came to get him. Nat herself was dressed in her favourite PVC outfit - a push up bra with cutouts at the nipples, crotchless panties and thigh-high stiletto boots. She looked exquisite.

He stalked over to the right hand side of the bed, climbing up beside the two desperate, strung up men. He tapped Sam on his shoulder, as Nat on the other side tapped Steve, and the two broke apart and looked at the two Doms. Two pairs of eyes were blown wide and two faces had lax expressions, already looking totally fucked out. Bucky laid down and captured Sam’s lips, Nat doing the same to Steve.

It never ceased to amaze Bucky how different Sam was from Steve. Steve was a Sub, but a bratty one, needing to be forced into submission for his own good more often than not. Sam, though, as a Switch, was never intentionally bratty, but sometimes had difficulties moving from one headspace to the other. It seemed that Nat had done the hard work already, or maybe Sam was just in a submissive move, because he opened himself to Bucky’s domineering kiss without any resistance. Bucky laid his left hand on top of Steve’s buttocks, feeling the little movements his favourite brat was trying to make in an attempt to get friction on his no-doubt aching prick. With a grin into Sam’s mouth, Bucky brought his hand down onto Steve’s ass - a warning to stay still. He heard the angry squeak despite it being muffled by Nat.

Bucky pulled back, enjoying the way Sam chased his lips, and how Sam’s broad chest heaved with need.

“You’re gonna be a good boy for me, aren’t you Sammy? Gonna let me do exactly what I want, when I want, yeah?”

“Yes, s-sir,” Sam stuttered out, eyes glazed.

“Unlike this one,” continued Bucky as he took a firm grip of Steve’s dirty blonde hair and jerked his head back, pulling him from Nat. Steve’s eyes rolled, the little pain-slut he was, but there was still defiance in his eyes - he wasn’t as deep down as Sam was. “Fighting it as usual, Stevie? And on my birthday too? What am I going to do with you?”

Steve just narrowed his eyes, but for once didn’t talk back. He was probably too distracted by his throbbing cock to come up with something witty.

“Natty, can you reward Sam for being a good boy while I just work on Steve’s attitude?”

Nat smiled back enigmatically, then moved herself so Sam could turn his head and take one of her PVC clad breasts into his mouth and tease the nipple with his tongue. Nat let her head loll back and allowed herself to enjoy the sensations. Bucky, on the other hand, rose up from the bed, and with the feeling of Steve’s blue eyes boring a hole between his shoulder blades he went and opened up the wooden armoire that held their toys. His fingers trailed along the handles of the various implements used for chastisement and finally settled on his flogger. There were two of almost every implement, one made for Nat’s small grip and one made for Bucky’s much larger one. If Sam was in Dom mode with Steve, then he borrowed Bucky’s, but Sam wasn’t as much into impact play as the two Doms.

As Bucky turned back to the bed he carefully kept the flogger hidden behind his back, not wanting Steve to know how he was going to get punished until it happened. He positioned himself by the side of the bed and used his free hand to hold Steve’s head down against Sam’s collarbone, making it impossible for him to see.

“Stay still, and be good,” Bucky commanded, but wasn’t at all surprised when a sharp “Fuck you” was the answer. He leant down, head close to Steve’s ear. “I plan to, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you until you make a mess of yourself and Sammy. Maybe I’ll make you clean it up as well.” Bucky didn’t even need to see it to know that Steve shivered at the mental picture he’d painted. Pain and humiliation were Steve’s bag - it’s why they meshed so well, Steve enjoying everything that Bucky could dish out. Without any further warning, Bucky brought the flogger down on Steve’s deceptively plump ass. He didn’t strike all that hard, but starting too soft with Steve never brought the right results and he bit back a dark chuckle as Steve let out a shout and wiggled as much as he could, resulting in him just rubbing his trapped dick against Sam’s.

“Why did you flinch?” Bucky asked with mock confusion.

“Fuck!” was the breathy response. This was gonna be good.

Bucky flicked his eyes up to Nat’s, which sparkled back at him with amusement as she stroked her hand over Sam’s short hair and encouraged him to pay attention to her other breast. She was already lazily playing with her clit, enjoying the scene before her. Bucky smirked and brought the flogger back down onto Steve, another beautiful sound of pained pleasure meeting his ears. It only took another dozen swipes, evenly distributed over Steve’s ass and upper thighs, for Bucky to feel the fight go out of his Sub, Steve finally relaxing under his hand.

Discarding the flogger to the floor, Bucky moved back around to the end of the bed and climbed up between the two pairs of spread legs. He took hold of one plug with each hand and slowly pulled and twisted them until Steve’s and Sam’s rims were stretched around the widest part of each before pushing them back in. Two choked off groans echoed around the room, and Bucky’s grin broadened as he started to fuck both of them with the plugs. As anticipated, Steve started showing signs of being close to orgasm first, so Bucky stopped playing with his plug, enjoying the strangled wail of disappointment that spilled from him. However, it was only a minute or so later that Bucky saw Sam’s balls start to draw up, so he stopped playing with his plug as well.

Having tested for himself how ready they both were, Bucky unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He picked up the bottle of lube that Nat had thoughtfully tucked at the base of the bed and squirted some out onto his palm. As he stroked himself, he took another moment just to appreciate how beautifully Sam and Steve had been laid out for him. Fuck, it would be easy just to stroke himself to the view and leave the pair of them needy and unsatisfied. It was a tempting thought - he always delighted in marking both of them with his cum -, but neither of them had been particularly badly behaved recently and he was feeling in a kind mood.

Satisfied that he was sufficiently slicked up, Bucky removed Steve’s plug, being a little rough but in the way that Steve liked. Without ceremony, he pressed his cock inside Steve’s hole, the guttural moan sounding like music to his ears. Nat had moved off the bed and had come to stand behind him, a reverse of their earlier pose. She peered around his thick body as he speared into Steve, who had returned to kissing Sam as the pair of them were jostled together.

“Look how beautifully he takes you, Buck,” Nat observed, her gaze fixated on the way Steve’s body stretched to accommodate Bucky’s thick cock. Bucky placed his hands on Steve’s hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled back and thrust forward with vigour.

“You did a wonderful job preparing him, moya printsessa.”

He thrust forward again, enjoying the way his balls slapped against where Sam and Steve were pressed together, their combined precum making a sticky mess. He let himself sink into the pleasure of using his Sub until Nat let him know that Steve was close to coming.

“Careful, moy lyubimii.”

Gritting his teeth, Bucky pulled out of the warm clutch of Steve’s ass and pushed the plug back in, watching the ripple of the muscles in Steve’s back and listening to his once more frustrated wail. Bucky gave a harsh spank to his still red ass.

“Patience, kitten. ‘I want’ doesn’t get. You come if I allow it.”

Using deft fingers, Bucky removed Sam’s plug more carefully than he had Steve’s, and lowered his hips, curling himself over Steve where he was laid on top of Sam so he could sink into his other lover. Sam’s moan was deeper but equally as needy sounding as Steve’s as Bucky started to fuck into him. It was taking all of Bucky’s control to hold back, because he didn’t want to come yet - he had his own plan and was determined to see it through. And, with the way that he was pressed against both of them, he wasn’t surprised by how both Sam and Steve continued to moan, the friction between them increasing with Bucky’s movement.

“Don’t come yet, sweethearts. The first to come doesn’t get my cum and doesn’t get to have Nat ride his cock. He’ll also have to be on clean up duty as well. So best behaviour, both of you.

“Sir!” Sam shouted out in panic. “Please! I’m too close. I’m gonna come.”

“You’ll just have to hold it, Samuel. You get a break when I give you one.”

Taking a peak around Steve’s small frame, Bucky could see the way that Sam was now biting his lower lip, his fists holding tight to ropes that bound him to the bed as he desperately tried to hold back his orgasm. He gave a few more firm thrusts and decided it was time to return to Steve.

As soon as he slipped back inside his bratty sub, he knew that Steve was on a knife-edge. His whole body was trembling and he was letting out pathetic mewling noises each time Bucky punched his way up into Steve’s guts.

“Check his face, Natty,” Bucky huffed out between thrusts and Nat strutted around the bed. She leant down to peer at Steve’s face where it was buried into Sam’s neck.

“You’re right, James. He’s crying already. Are you about to come, Steve?” she cooed. “You gonna make a mess all over Sam? Are you looking forward to cleaning me and Sam up and swallowing down all that cum?” She fisted her hand into Steve’s hair, wrenched it up and gave a little slap to his tear stained face. “I bet you’re not even sad that Bucky isn’t gonna come in you, because this way you get to taste it. You’re just our little cumdump, aren’t you, Steve? Can’t get enough of the taste. I bet we could get you to clean the whole floor with your tongue if we just splattered it with our cum. You act all bratty, but you just wanna be on your knees, don’t you? Maybe another day we should tie you down and just come all over you. Leave you in a sodden mess. You’d be in heaven.”

Steve cried out and his body spasmed around Bucky’s cock, his slim hips moving as much as they could, humping onto Sam as his orgasm rocked through him, pushed over the edge by Nat’s words. Bucky hissed and closed his eyes, trying to hold back his own orgasm, and Sam groaned as his cock slipped and slid against Steve’s.

“I knew it,” Nat said, her voice full of derision. “Pathetic.” She released Steve’s hair and shifted her attention back to Sam, running the back of her hand across his cheek bone as he looked at her with wide eyes. “You’re gonna be a good boy though, aren’t you? Gonna let Bucky come inside you, but not let yourself go until I’ve ridden that gorgeous dick of yours?”

“Yes, m-ma’am. G-gonna try.”

“Make sure you do, or I’ll ruin it for you.”

Bucky almost felt sorry for Sam. He had to be struggling about now, and Bucky had seen Nat ruin orgasms before - it wasn’t nice. Bucky pulled out of Steve, who was now laid lax and snivelling, and returned to Sam’s waiting heat.

“Sir!” Sam shouted. “Oh god!” His hips bucked up as much as they could in his bound position, bumping Steve.

“Hold it, Sam,” Bucky barked back as he set a bruising pace, no longer able to resist the urge to just chase his pleasure. His movements jolted Steve even more, who whimpered as his spent cock was overstimulated from being rubbed up against Sam’s. Bucky could feel Sam’s channel flutter around him, desperately trying to hold back, and the sensation tipped Bucky off the cliff. A deep groan left him as he pumped rope after rope of cum deep into Sam, his hips continuing to snap back and forth until there was nothing left in him.

After he came down, Bucky pulled out and sat back on his heels, recovering his breath. Steve’s hole still gaped at him, and his cum was dripping out of Sam.

“Nat - come look.”

“Oooh, pretty,” she said before bending down and attacking Bucky’s lips with her own. They kissed ferociously for a few moments, fighting each other with tongues and teeth before they moved apart and untied Steve. They rolled him off Sam and he laid prone on the edge of the large bed. Bucky started to rub at the rope marks around his wrists and his thighs, bringing the blood back into full circulation

Meanwhile Nat climbed up onto the mattress, admiring Sam’s still rock-hard cock, the head a deep crimson-purple and covered in Steve’s cum and his own pre-cum. She leant down and licked a stripe up it, letting out an evil giggle at how it twitched.

“Nat! Please!” Sam begged, and with a smirk she took pity on him, throwing her leg over him, taking hold of his cock and sinking down in one move. She leaned back, her hands braced on Sam’s spread legs and began to ride him.

“Fuck, Sam. Love this dick so much. Feels so good. Just hold on for me.”

Bucky watched in amusement, only stopping to tap Steve’s face with his softening cock and then feeding it between Steve’s lips when he blinkingly opened his eyes.

“First clean up duty, Stevie.”

Steve just moaned and started to suck and lick at the cock in his mouth, eager for every drop of Bucky’s cum he could get.

On the other side of the bed, Nat had changed her position, now palming one of her own breasts through her bra, pinching the nipple through its peek-a-boo hole and rubbing at her clit with her other hand. Sam was tossing his head back and forth on the pillow, whimpering, and as soon as Nat shuddered out her own orgasm, Sam’s face screwed up and he shouted, finally letting himself let go.

Nat gave herself a few moments to recover before she eased off Sam, his cum running down her inner thighs, and straddled Steve instead, her puffy cunt hovering over his face.

“Next clean up, Steve. And you better make me cum again.”

“I will, ma’am. Please. Wanna taste you and Sam.” Steve couldn’t keep the eagerness from his voice.

“So you can be good? Now, get to work.” She sat down and Bucky heard her sigh in pleasure as Steve slurped loudly, his small hands coming up to hold Nat’s thighs. Bucky smiled and moved over to release Sam’s bonds and rub at his aching limbs.

“So perfect for us, Sam,” he praised. “Just relax for a moment. You worked so hard.”

“Please kiss me,” Sam slurred out, and who was Bucky to deny him? He laid down next to Sam and gently kissed him, lazily trailing his fingers over Sam’s still sensitive body, amused by the answering whimpers and twitches.

“Fuck! Steve!” Nat shouted, her hips bucking. “There! Just there.” She had one hand on the headboard and the other in Steve’s hair, holding his head in place as she fucked his face with her pussy. She threw her head back and wailed as her second orgasm washed over her. She rocked her hips slower as she came down, and then slid down Steve’s body. His face was flushed red, shiny with her and Sam’s combined spend, and his hair was sticking up every which way. He looked totally debauched and more than happy about it. Nat kissed him deeply before urging him up and over to Sam.

“Clean his cock first, Steve,” she urged. “Then you can get your taste of Bucky’s cum.”

Steve crawled with wobbly limbs over to where Sam was now dozing, his head in Bucky’s lap, having his hair petted. When Steve started to lick and kiss at his cock and balls, Sam let out a happy sigh.

Nat pulled herself up against the headboard, the other side of Sam, and looked indulgently down at her Switch and Sub before turning her attention to Bucky.

“Did you enjoy that, Yasha?”

Bucky opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Sam’s whining moan as Steve pushed his face between his ass cheeks, and most probably, wormed his tongue in Sam’s ass. Bucky chuckled. “Best birthday ever, milaya. We’d best start planning for Steve’s. What was it you said about all of us coming over him and leaving him lying in it?”

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be0mgyubear · 2 years

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✶ it’s called love, not stalking! (l.hs) *:･ﾟ✧ smau

pairing: idol!heeseung x fem!reader

tw: cursing, might mention something suggestive, kys/kms jokes, mentions of food, lmk if there’s more

synopsis: yn, an aspiring painter, has the habit of sketching strangers. on a night out, she started drawing the boy sitting across from her, without realizing his identity, which sparked his interest. he’s now completely head over heels for a stranger he doesn’t know or probably will ever see again

profiles:

yn’s fans ┇enha enha

chapters:

O1 - heeseung’s stalking agenda

tba…

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darthbloodorange · 7 months

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Vampire Tony stalking the halls of Stark mansion late at night.

For the: ✦ @anyfandomgoesbingo , prompt: “Vampire! Tony Stark” [O1]

Medium: Art Word count: N/a Title: The Eternal Stark Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel 616 Pairings: None Characters: Tony Stark Warnings: Mild Blood Major Tags: Vampire AU, Vampire Tony Stark ~ Summery: Vampire Tony stalking the halls of Stark mansion late at night.

#anyfandomgoesbingo #Marvel 616 #Tony Stark #Iron Man #Marvel #Blood.#Vampire AU #Vampire Tony Stark #DarthBloodOrange #DarthBloodOranges Art #I like Early 616 Tony's mustache... more than the MCU look #Though I based this more on the comics that brought the look back for a period a few years back #Was it a few years? I can't recall... What even is time anyway in the face of unending pain

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evenfallwriter · 11 months

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AFTG - SPY AU (P1) || to hunt a rabbit - chapter one

AI-less Whumptober 2023 - Day 8 : Panic attacks / Dissociation / Seizure || @ailesswhumptober Flufftober 2023 - Day 8 Alt 8 : Rainy Day Give Your Character a New Occupation|| @flufftober Angstober 2023 - Day 8 : Dark Days || @angstober Bad Thing Happen Bingo - O1 : Held at Gunpoint || @badthingshappenbingo Halloween Horror Bingo (1/3) - Covered in Blood || @halloweenhorrorbingo Halloween Horror Bingo (2/3) - Monster with a Kind Face || @halloweenhorrorbingo Halloween Horror Bingo (3/3) - What Goes Around Comes Around || @halloweenhorrorbingo Tarot Card Bingo - Wheel of Fortune || Notion Page AFG Angst Bingo - B4 : Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde || @anyfandomangstbingo AFG Dark Bingo - B1 : Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift || @anyfandomdarkbingo Spies Bingo 2023 - G4 : Stalking || @spies-bingo Fall Flash Slumber Party Bingo - I1 : Autumn Aesthetics: Bundling up in blankets || @slumberpartybingo Post JBB 2023 : "Do you need me to kill someone for you?" || @julybreakbingo

To Hunt a Rabbit by foxywrites

Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic

Summary: With the amount of blood staining their hands, a bodyguard was anything but what the foxes were.

"For how much?"

"A million."

But maybe they could make an exception this time.

Word Count: 3185

Rating: Mature

Trigger Warnings: Canon-Typical Warnings, Canonical Rape/Non-con, Blood and Torture, Whump, Morally Grey Characters, Presumed Dead

Relationships: Neil Josten & Ichirou Moriyama, Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau, The Foxes | Palmetto State Foxes Member(s) & Neil Josten, Jean Moreau & The Trojans | USC Trojans Member(s), Kevin Day & Neil Josten & Jean Moreau, Katelyn/Aaron Minyard, Nicky Hemmick/Erik Klose, Matt Boyd/Danielle "Dan" Wilds, Seth Gordon/Allison Reynolds, Allison Reynolds/Renee Walker (All For The Game), Kevin Day/Seth Gordon, Kevin Day/Allison Reynolds

Additional Tags: Neil Josten as Abram, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Alternate Universe - Hackers, Soft Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Slow Burn, Asexual Aaron Minyard, Asexual Renee Walker, Aromantic Seth Gordon, Protective Foxes | Palmetto State Foxes Member(s) (All For The Game), Andrew Minyard is not Medicated, Exy Does Exist (All For The Game)

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ahalal-uralma · 3 years

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I am reacting to this post made by @vestige-of-thorns and shared by @mybloodiedvalentine. As well as covering a history of other abuses and deceit from these two women and their recent supporters.

I am going to break up posts and will link them to each other as well as linking past ones in which I’ve had to address harassment.

Part One.

Here is the whole collection of every hate message I’ve received and post response I’ve had to make regarding both of these women. Marilia aka vestige-of-thorns is projecting I have a new woman I’m harassing, when that’s not true at all. I do not harass any of these girls. What issues exist are just on-going from said same girls harassing and posting about me.

There’s a lot of covered evidence between screenshots of myself and other girl’s regarding vestige-of-thorns problematic history of cyber-stalking and creating fake accounts as well as Tessa using faceapp and lying about my identity and photography.

Marilia O1. // Marilia O2. // Marilia 03. // Marilia 04. // Marilia 05. // Marilia 05. // Marilia 06. // Marilia 07. // Marilia 08. // Marilia 09. // Marilia 10. // Marilia 11. // Marilia 12. // Marilia 13. // Marilia 14. // Marilia 15. // Marilia 16. // Marilia 17. // Marilia 18. // Marilia 19. // Marilia 20. // Marilia 21. // Marilia 22. // Marilia 23. // Marilia 24. (This one might be her) // Both of them 25. // Tessa 26. // Tessa 27. // Tessa 28.

I feel like I could fill an entire book up with just the harassment I’ve gotten from Marilia alone. If you see her trying to back-track online and lie, just realize she’s owned after a point in past direct anonymous messages that she was sending me the hate and didn’t care who knew. She has promised to destroy anyone who wants to protect me.

If you don’t believe me she has tried, just consider she’s harassed my mutuals/friends @jasonlowder and @oculus-de-malus on here.

She’s also made attempts to manipulate my boyfriend @thedescendinglight via the hate blog she operates. In fact, she’s tried to attack him on anonymous after he didn’t reciprocate and follow her back like she hoped he would.

She wasn’t sending me direct messages from her url itself only because she was blocked months before for unsettling behavior on posts I wasn’t comfortable with. She has been called out for using proxy servers to harass me. She cares now that there started to be backlash.

She forgets she’s directly attacked me on Instagram too and here’s further proof of who she is, since she likes to hide her face only the past few months since she’s started to bully me and other girls online.

If you look at some of my linked posts, I’ve gone more in-depth about the Instagram and side-blog harassments from this woman. Ulvindem was the url for her tumblr account in previous years, also. Do not be fooled.

Time and again, I have seen these two people and their alleged friends operating under these list of common logic fallacies:

Here are past examples from comment sections across various posts about me.

There are three of the ten fallacies at play in this exchange. “Begging the question” as this girl assumes what has been stated about me is true simply because her friend Tessa said so. She never came forward to hear my side of anything being claimed. And actually, none of the people siding against me have chosen to communicate with me and understand me if we are going to get technical about it. I don’t think it’s occurred to them once that they should have.

In a way, this could be seen as “appeal to authority” fallacy as well, since she’s treating Tessa as authority on the subject without reference or proof she’s credible on the matter. The other is “appeal to ignorance,” because she hasn’t seen it disproven, or rather proven at all, so she is assuming it is authentic and honest. There is no one present for this conversation to defend me, not even myself, so I must be guilty by pure rule of omission and absence.

Apparently, the argument states that I need to be called out and judged for following random bloggers that Tessa happens to like? But, I’m insane?

Here’s another fallacy combination. But, instead of it just being the “begging the question” and simply “appealing to authority and ignorance” fallacies there is the fourth addition of the non-sequitor fallacy. People simply talked about me in passing, in a way that is expressed vaguely, and can elude to nothing sinister, and there’s a chance it was probably not anything related to the topic, but it’s assumed it’s relevant reason enough to block and condemn me, anyway.

Pay attention going forward, because you’ll often see them controlling people’s perceptions through the ad hominem, straw man, slippery slope and red herring fallacies. And the people who side with them often side with them under the previously mentioned examples. It’s like an ongoing game of monkey-see, monkey-do. They make up an allegation and people believe and act further on it without research.

They can almost never answer a question/concern directly without insult or issuing a threat (ad hominem), straw man (distorting the truth by twisting it with a lie or exaggeration. ie. I simply stated that one of them uses editing on her photos and she claimed I called her a cat fish, despite the fact I have never done so), slippery slope (my responding to their hate posts makes me a criminal) and red herring (when all else fails, they try to find new topics to distract the public with and blame me for).

I’m not allowed to defend myself without all degrees of threats being issued. Some are violent like the ones Marilia has sent me and then there is this. Take this girl I used to follow between 2-3 years. I do not know why she wants to threaten my presence in this way.

We were just mutuals. Interactions were quiet and peaceful as far as I observed it, because we were content to just like/reblog from the other person. I liked her content. There was no fight. No negative exchanges. I’m just guilty in her eyes because her friend doesn’t like me. I didn’t know they were even friends, but that isn’t relevant. I don’t know where she’s getting off threatening me with a petition, when I would never do anything to harm her ability to blog.

The bullying from this group is so toxic they threaten to misuse an activism site to bully offline a girl they don’t even know, haven’t really spoken to, and certainly have never met, and simply on the basis that they don’t like her face or art? This reasoning is shallow.

I wouldn’t be surprised if they plot to con people out of money for this cause, too. They could be spending this energy fighting for charity, or real human/animal rights, but that’s what they want to spend it on instead?

I’ve seen some of these girls preach about being vegan and pro-feminism, but I have yet to see one ounce of evidence shared that they’re interested in helping better humanity.

There are children starving in the world and whales dying, but I’m the biggest problem and threat to waste time on? I wonder if they fight such causes with as much vehemence and devotion as they like to spread hatred of me.

They call me an attention whore, but can’t raise one point of argument without issuing insult, threat or the use of a logic fallacy.

Anyone who has tried knowing me, has cared and genuinely attempted, knows how timid I am of most attention; especially, when they first speak to me. I do not trust easily. It can take me months, sometimes years, before I trust someone. I definitely do not want the popularity they so often complain about my having, considering that would insinuate a generalized level of trust for people I do not actually possess.

I think it’s amusing this insult is following the fact I predicted they would try to slut-shame my appearance as they’ve done so before.

I knew I would not get away with sharing a selfie in which I felt sexy without them raising a fuss over it. They lack the introspection and basic comprehension to understand my tags and why I made them. You girls did exactly what I knew you would do.

Also, how can I be surprised by now that there is ableism in the tags of Marilia? Calling me retarded for having a potential mental illness? Really?

I’m not surprised. Anyone who cares and observes will know the two of these girls long shared history of racism, agism, sexism, etc.

Take just for example in a recent post:

I would rather be cringe than whatever this is. I mean, way to slip in your agenda with a veiled dark joke. Let’s death-wish an entire group of people and make it look like a misfire. You couldn’t pay me to be this brand of evil.

#personal #hate #drama #text #mybloodiedvalentine #vestige-of-thorns

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27dragons · 4 years

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Bad Boys

a fic by @27dragons for the @starkbucksbingo

Title: Bad Boys Square: O1 - AU: Mirror Universe Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28413918 Rating: G Warnings: None Ship: Winteriron Wordcount: 445 Summary: The Avengers are villains, and no one on their side ought to find any of them attractive, Victor.

Norman stalked into the kitchen and dropped a newspaper on the table in front of Doctor Doom.

Doom glanced at it disinterestedly. “Yes?” He took a bite of his toast.

“The picture, Victor,” Norman all but growled.

Doom looked again. “Looks like a shot from yesterday’s skirmish. What about it?”

“You’re ogling Stark’s ass. Again.”

Doom shrugged and brushed toast crumbs off his fingertips. “It’s a nice ass. If I didn’t know he was the Merchant of Death, I’d be making a move.”

“We’ve talked about this,” Norman groaned. “You can’t be eyeing up Stark in the middle of battle!”

“Unlike some others on this team, I’m capable of multitasking,” Doom said blithely.

“Does that multitasking include keeping an eye out for the Winter Soldier? Because Barnes will shoot you if he thinks you’re hitting on his boyfriend.”

“I’m not hitting on him; the Avengers are a bunch of murderers and megalomaniacs who’ve banded together in their quest for world domination. It’s a turn-off, Norman. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t got eyes.”

“You won’t have eyes anymore if the Winter Soldier shoots them out,” Norman gritted. “Which he can do. From like a mile away.”

“Why am I getting this lecture?” Doom complained. “You don’t lecture Loki about hitting on Hawkeye.”

Norman rolled his eyes. “Hawkeye is going to shoot them in the throat one of these days, and I honestly won’t blame him one bit. Even supervillains should not have to put up with that kind of harassment. Anyway, I’m not sure we can trust Loki not to go evil again.”

Doom tipped his head, considering. “I’d trade Loki for Stark,” he said thoughtfully.

“You would.”

“He’d bring the Winter Soldier with him,” Doom pointed out. “It’s like a two-for-one.”

“And then the Captain would go on a rampage and try to kill all of us,” Norman pointed out. “Again. No thanks.”

Robbins came into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He fished out a carton of leftover curry and put it in the microwave. “Did you talk to him about the Stark thing?” he asked Norman.

Doom rolled his eyes. “You’re both aware that I was a superhero in my own right for years before I joined your little cabal, right? I can take care of myself. There are uncountably many universes out there, and in exactly none of them does the Winter Soldier get the best of me.”

Robbins dropped into the chair next to Norman and took a bite of his curry. “You guys ever wonder if there’s a universe out there where we’re the villains and they’re the heroes?”

Norman tried to imagine it, but imagination failed him. “No.”

[A/N: The Cabal is a canon group of villains consisting of Norman Osborn, Doctor Doom, Emma Frost, Loki, the Hood (Parker Robbins), and Namor. Of course, in this universe, they’re the good guys.]

#starkbucksbingo #buckytony #winteriron #my writing #pique queue

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bngtanah · 4 years

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House of Triad | Envy (m)

summary: All the best things come in threes. Just a bunch of one-shots centering around V, RM and the shared girlfriend they affectionately call ‘Honey’.

pairing: RM x Reader x Taehyung

word count: 2k genre: smut rating: explicit

chapters: o1| o2| o3|

warning: smut, explicit sexual themes, polyamory, threesomekinda, light bondage, jealousy.

Honey wasn't entirely sure how it happened this night. Something about a bet, a little beer, a bottle of wine or two with dinner, and suddenly there they were — locked in the room stripping away at the clothing covering all three of their bodies. Their lips took turns claiming her own, Taehyung’s kisses sweet and soft, Namjoon’s harsh and full of teeth on Honey’s smooth skin. They both pulled away after a moment, gasping for breath.

“Honey-ah, do you trust us?” Tae whispered, lips hovering barely inches from hers.

“Of course I do,” she answered in an equally gentle whisper.

He grinned, as if he hadn’t already known the answer and gently trailed his fingers down her arms and sides to the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the floor in a crumpled heap. His lips demanded her attention while deft hands found their way to the clasp of her bra, unclipping it with elite precision. “Beautiful...” He let it fall away from her body and stepped backward to drink in her frame. The amount of times Taehyung had seen her naked body didn’t seem to matter, he was mesmerized by each dip and curve of her figure every time they got undressed.

Namjoon moved in behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso, fondling her breasts with rough hands and planting small bites on the back of her neck. Honey moaned and leaned back against his chest and he chuckled, letting one hand trail downward to the string on her sweats, almost tearing it off in his impatience. He dragged the clothing down her legs, panties and all, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their path, and soon she stood naked before the two men. Taehyung bit his lip as he took her in once more, his eyes dark with desire.

Namjoon pulled away to stand beside the younger male, and Honey immediately missed his warmth against her back. She shivered under their gazes, waiting to see what their next move would be. Taehyung was the first to move. He pushed his honey down gently onto the bed, climbing over to straddle her torso while he coaxed her hands above her head with one hand, and scrambled around in the nightstand next to the bed with the other. He hummed with excitement when he found what he was looking for and wound the silken fabric around Honey’s wrists then fastened them to the headboard, tugging once on the bonds to be sure they would hold before leaning in to kiss her softly.

He broke away reluctantly and stood, gesturing to Namjoon and he swiftly retrieved a bandanna from his pocket and approached her, winding it playfully around his fingers as he stalked forward. Bending forward so they were on eye level, Namjoon brushed his lips against the sensitive skin beneath her ear and Honey moaned with delight. “So eager, my sweet” He mumbled and gently steadied her hands from pawing at his torso “But we want to play a game. Let’s see if you can guess who’s who,” he muttered against her ear. “Here’s a hint: I’ll be the one making you scream.”

Namjoon stole a quick kiss, rough and fleeting before pulling the bandana over her eyes, making sure it was tied firmly -but not too tight- at the back of her head and laying Honey down on the mattress. Then his weight left the bed and she was alone and blind, her heart beating wildly against her rib cage in anticipation of what would happen next. She could hear them talking to each other, a low murmur followed by an even deeper rumble and she strained to hear what they were saying, but it stopped as quickly as it began. A beat of silence passed before Honey could feel the heat of someone approaching her.

She felt two pairs of hands on her, light and fleeting. They seemed to be everywhere at once, except where she wanted them to be. Unidentified fingers teased her, dancing across her inner thighs, skimming her hipbones until she found herself unconsciously reaching for them with her body, urging them to touch her. But it seemed the further she reached, the further they would draw away then she heard a chuckle.

“Someone’s impatient.” The bed shifted and she felt lips graze her neck. “All in due time, Honey-ah.” His thumb traced the curve of her mouth.

Taehyung.

His thumb traced over the swell of her cheek and curved around her mouth forcing her to part her lips for him, letting out a small moan. “Please…” she breathed, closing her lips around his thumb. She felt a small swell of pride when she heard his breath catch in his throat. There was no way he could refuse her like this, naked and wanting beneath his hands. “Don’t tease me anymore…”

He hesitated for what seemed like the longest time as he struggled to fight his very own nature. He groaned audibly and buried his head in the crook of her neck. He licked his lips and she felt his tongue headily graze her ear.

“Don’t do this to me, Honey,” he said, his voice strained. “You know I can’t refuse you.”

“Then don’t.”

He hesitated once more and Honey felt his weight leave abruptly, almost as if he was pushed aside. She shivered with surprise when a second pair of calloused hands made their way up the supple skin of her inner thighs, parting them gently to make way for the weight that settle between them.

“Well, if you won’t do it, I will,” came what sounded like Namjoon’s gruff voice. Honey could hear Taehyung huff in response, but he made no move to regain control.

She had only a second to compose herself before Namjoon lowered his head, breathing hot air across her thighs, and pressed his tongue to her clit, sending a spike of pleasure straight to her core. He teased her with the tip of his tongue, grazing his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin. His mouth worked her over and over, showing little mercy as was his nature. Namjoon was in all honesty somewhat clumsy with most things and sex was not exempt from that small fault. However, what he lacked in composure he definitely made up for in effort. There was never a time that he didn’t give everything he had to make sure that his Honey was never left unsatisfied.

Just as she felt herself approaching her climax, he pulled away completely. Leaving Honey to whimpered at the loss, before hovering over her trembling body once more. There was no way to tell who it was. A mysterious pair of hands clamped down on the pillow beside her head as her partner aligned himself with her entrance and pushed forward slowly, ensuring that she felt every inch of him push past her walls. Honey groaned and tugged at her restraints, wanting to touch him, her fingers itching to tangle in his hair, to grip his waist and urge him faster.

But he kept his pace slow, his thrusts long and hard. She could almost feel him smirking down at her as she writhed beneath him, head thrown back, arms straining to break free of the bonds. Still sensitive from Namjoon’s treatment before, it only took a few strokes before she were once again on the edge of that peak, her breathing growing shallow and her ankles crossing behind her lover’s back to coax him forward at her speed. Yet his pace remained just as languid as before, just like he was doing this on purpose, refusing to give her want she wanted.

Before long, she could feel him straining to keep his control, his movements grew more erratic and uncoordinated with each passing stroke. When it seemed he could not hold on any longer, Honey felt him lean down and pant against the side of her face, so low that she could not recognise the voice. “I want you to come,” he commanded while he reached down to press his thumb harshly against her clit, and she came undone with an incoherent cry. He pulled out and pressed a kiss to her lips, too quick for Honey to determine his identity, before he moved away and another body took his place.

Unlike the previous, this one wasted no time, the pace he set hard and fast. Honey soon gave up any chance of trying to keep up and surrendered herself to his mercy, biting her lip hard to hold in her hoarse cries of pleasure. “Joonie…” she moaned before she could stop herself, voice quivering. The man above her laughed, his pace never wavering as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, letting his jaw graze against her cheek.

“Guess again.”

“Tae?”

The surprise that overtook her was soon forgotten and Honey felt her body jerk upwards once again and she came for the second time that night with his name on her lips. Taehyung followed soon after, panting heavily as he leaned his weight on her body. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and removed the blindfold and restraints, looking down at his lovely Honey tenderly as her eyes adjusted to the sudden influx of light.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, rubbing the red marks from her wrists.

She shook her head. He seemed satisfied and rolled off to clean himself up, and she watched him go, still reeling from his actions only moments before. Lost in thought, she let out a yelp as Namjoon suddenly swept her up against his chest and kissed her, slow and hard, like the way he had made love to she before. His movements were so precise, so controlled that they had her melting all over again.

“I want you again,” he groaned, bucking his hips against her thigh to prove his point. “No blindfold, no Tae.” He added in a hushed whisper “I want you to look me in the eyes when I make you come.”

Honey felt a shudder pass down her spine at his words, pressing herself further against his hard chest.

“But not tonight. You need all the energy you can get,” he teased.

The bed dipped as Taehyung climbed in behind Honey, wrapping his arm about her waist and pulling her back against his chest. She was sure she felt Namjoon’s hold on her tighten slightly as he looked over her head at Tae from the other side of the bed.

“I believe I won this bet, Nams. You have to do the dishes all next month.”

Namjoon looked down at Honey and smirked. “She definitely moaned my name first.”

“That was obviously a fluke, she thought you were me! Honey, you decide, which one of us won?” Taehyung whined then looked down at Honey who pursed her lips. She looked at Taehyung then back to Namjoon before exhaling sharply and pulling the bundle of covers over their bodies.

“In all honesty, I think I’m the real winner here,” she chuckled and closed her eyes “G’night boys!”

“Honey, that’s not what I asked! — You have to answer” They overlapped with complaints but their whining fell on deaf ears. Honey knew that if she actually did answer it would only give them another reason to fight and she was enjoying the streak of peace they’d been having lately. In lieu of an answer she silently pulled Namjoon backwards along with her as she nestled against Taehyung’s chest and kissed them each on the cheek before settling in to sleep.

There was always tomorrow, and she was sure they would find something new to disagree on then.

#ficswithluv #bts fic #bts smut #taehyung smut #rm smut #rm fic #v fic #bts scenarios #bts x woc #bngtanah #h.o.t

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brinesystem · 4 years

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heyyy

oh lets not forgetb EING STALKED HOME BY PEOPLE IN OUR NEIHBORHOOD

STILLL IVE NEAR HERE YAYYYYY

or being stalked in a car that one time that caused my stepdad to lose his job, go into a deep deprestiton, and become SUPER ABUSIVE to me and one of my sisters while favoriting the other one!!!!!!!

coolios

glad that happend!!! glad i got blmaed for it all to!o1!!!!!!!!!

by my sister, stepdad, AND MOM THATS FUNSIES

thanks fam its been real :)

OH OR ONE OF OUR KID ALTERS RETRAUMATIZING SO WE REMEMBERE ALL OF THIS TAHNKS KID

Not that hedidn t already have to deal with brand new traumaa s well as last nights breakdown thinking the people around him were going to pull a ‘get out’ andk ill him thats cool

or that its posssible he might be disliked more because he has darker skin like kodad oes and neither of them are likedmuc h so thats fun

#trauma tag #trauma

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be0mgyubear · 2 years

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✶ it’s called love, not stalking! (l.hs) *:･ﾟ✧ smau - O1 (376)

「 O1… heeseung’s stalking agenda 」

late night runs to the convenience store were one of your favorites. just buying something to eat, sitting there and watching the empty street, with an occasionally passing figure, leading you to wondering their motives for being out at such an ungodly hour. they were also perfectly convenient for practicing your newest hobby: drawing strangers. you liked the feeling of realness it gave to your art, capturing an unexpected moment, something that wasn’t made for the purpose of being drawn or painted, something so spontaneously beautiful.

today it took you a while to find someone interesting enough, people came by but left just as quickly, that was until a somewhat mysterious boy sat a few seats across from you. he was having coffee alone at three in the morning, completely covered up from head to toe, mask covering his features, only quickly taking it off to sip his drink, quick enough to not let you take a look, and a hat covering his apparently brown locks. it intrigued you that he had so much to hide even though there weren’t any eyes laid on him.

you started sketching and, honestly, didn’t pay attention if he realized your eyes were on him. you have the habit of putting your twitter @ on your drawings, just in case, so that’s the first thing you did. then his sitting figure, his long coat and pants, his hand holding his cup, and his covered features and hair. when you were almost finishing, you looked up again and his image was now really close to you. you jolted back a little, startled by his action. “are you drawing me?” you froze for a second. was he angry that you were? maybe you should’ve asked for permission or at least been a little more discrete about it.

“y-yeah.. i’m sorry if it bothers you, you just looked nice” you answered shyly, scared he’d scold you. “no, not at all! it’s very sweet actually” you could see his eyes smiling, and for whatever reason, it made your heart flutter. you both talked for a bit, you shared a few of your aspirations with him, although he was very vague about his, gave him the drawing as a gift and bid your goodbyes.

masterlist | next

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jaxademic · 6 years

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“It’s an Old Song” | A Playlist for ENG 1131 | PLAY

A Song for (almost) Every Text We’ll Read

Hades and Persephone (Hades POV)

o2. “Love Crime” – Siouxsie Sioux & Brian Reitzell

Hades and Persephone (Persephone POV)

o3. “Sympathy For the Devil” – The Rolling Stones

Hercules and Devil!Hades

Please allow me to introduce myself | I'm a man of wealth and taste | I've been around for a long, long year | Stole many a man's soul and faith

o4. “To Pluto’s Moon” – My Brightest Diamond

“Orpheus and Eurydice”

How I tried to catch you while you ran ahead of me | I lassoed mars to see if you were hiding there | But you'd already ran past Jupiter to Pluto's moon | And my rope won't reach that moon | This is a state of electrical shock | You were so beautiful I thought you'd last forever | But you came and you went when the lights went out | You went like you came: In a lightning bolt

o5. “Road to Hell” – Anais Mitchell

Hadestown

o6. “Roxanne” – The Police

Moulin Rouge!

o7. “Haunting” – Halsey

“Cupid and Psyche”

o8. “The Beast” – Austra

“Beauty and the Beast”

The morning that I was born again | I was made into a beast | Am I free now, am I at peace? | Is that the ground below me, or your feet?

o9. “Prologue” – Howard Ashman and Alan Menken

Disney’s Beauty and the Beast

Instrumental

1o. “Become the Beast” - Karliene

“The Tiger’s Bride”

11. “Hallelujah” – Jeff Buckley

Shrek

12. “Marry Me” – Emilie Autumn

“Bluebeard”

Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then | Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when | I was in his bed, and my father had sold me | I knew I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do | And when I'm beheaded at least I was wedded | And when I am buried at least I was married | I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior | But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear | What beautiful dresses and hair | I'm lucky to share his bed | Especially since I'll soon be dead

13. “Where the Wild Roses Grow” – Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds

“The Bloody Chamber”

14. “O Death” – Jen Titus

“A Lady’s Hands Are Cold”

15. “Love the Way You Lie” – Skylar Grey

Jane Eyre

16. “Crazy in Love (2014 Remix)” - Beyoncé

Wide Sargasso Sea

17. “Little Red Riding Hood” – Sam the Sham and Pharaohs

“Little Red Riding Hood” + variants

18. “Howl” – Florence and the Machine

“The Company of Wolves”

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress | Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest | The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound | I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground | And howl | Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers | Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters | A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night | May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

19. “Lullaby” – The Cure

“Our Neighbor’s House”

On candy stripe legs | The Spiderman comes | Softly through the shadow of the evening sun | Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead | Looking for a victim shivering in bed

2o. “Werewolf” – Cat Power

“The Werewolf”

I saw the werewolf, and the werewolf was crying | Cryin' “nobody knows, nobody knows, body knows | How I loved the man, as I teared off his clothes” | Cryin' “nobody, no, nobody knows my pain | When I see that it's risen, that full moon again” | For the werewolf, for the werewolf have sympathy | For the werewolf, somebody like you and me

21. “In the Woods Somewhere” – Hozier

“Margot’s Room”

22. “Lullaby For Cain” – Sinead O’Connor

“His Face All Red”

23. “Hedwig’s Theme” – John Williams

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Instrumental

24. “Two Men in Love” – The Irrepressibles

The Shoebox Project

25. BONUS: “Science Fiction/Double Feature”

King Kong/The Creature From the Black Lagoon

26. “The Mob Song” – Richard White and Cast

King Kong

27. “Jaws Theme” – John Williams

The Creature From the Black Lagoon

Instrumental

28. What the Water Gave Me – Florence + The Machine

The Shape of Water

29. “I’d Like to See The Bad Guys Win Sometime” – Margo Guryan

“My Monster Boyfriend”

#I thought I'd make a fanmix too!

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alterlifes-a · 7 years

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headcanon. tooru + bpd

stardust. hoo boy, where to start with this one… as you can tell ( and as i have mentioned countless times before ), i am not the best at articulation, so i intend to kinda just jump into things from the get-go. but hi, hello ! this is a post about tooru's bpd, which i've been meaning to rewrite for a long time. i made my first post about it over a year ago, and i feel like some things might have changed from that, especially since establishing tooru's own bpd actually led me to discovering that i have it, as well. thus, as opposed to writing it from a third-person perspective, as i did initially, i'm going to be connecting a lot with my own experiences / feelings. therefore, this post might be a bit touchy for those of you who empathize with these kinds of emotions. as always, i encourage you to read this only if you can—your health is so much more important than a post about a fictional character. you are not obligated to read this post, and while i would appreciate it if people did, as it talks a lot about my muse's struggles, i understand wholeheartedly if you are unable to, for your own reasons. i love you and support your decision !! for those of you who can read these kinds of subjects, then please, click the read more !

okay, for simplicity's sake, i will be dividing this post into different sections. as such, feel free to hit that ctrl / cmmd + f button if you want to skip to a certain part !

n. preface i. what is bpd ? ii. symptoms that tooru exhibits iii. symptoms explored thoroughly iv. end note

n. preface

alright, i want to first off note that a lot of how i explain bpd + its symptoms, especially apropos to tooru, are derived from my own personal experience, as was stated above. part of the reason why i do this is honestly because rp'ing a muse that shares the same mental illnesses as me helps a lot because i'm a huge empathizer, and thus tend to use my own feelings in order to learn about a topic more thoroughly than if i were to just research it ( coincidentally, this huge bout of empathy is because of my bpd ). i want to highlight this part in particular because bpd is different for everyone experiencing it; it's a personality disorder, but it's also a cluster b disorder, which i find to be particularly hard in terms of defining specific symptoms / feelings for, just because of how these emotions can be felt on a huuuuge spectrum. for example, one symptom is the fear of abandonment, which takes on aspects of paranoia—already, you can tell that this is something that encompasses a large area: some people may deal with this by being (possibly over)protective, others deal with this by gifting their friends a lot of things, and others may guilt-trip ( though this is, oftentimes, inadvertent ). aside from asserting the fact that every experience of bpd is going to be subjective and they all vary heavily ( especially because there's 9 symptoms, but you only need to have 5 in order to be medically diagnosed, which means that you're never, ever going to have two like cases of bpd ), i also want to say that bpd is, and pardon my language here, a CLUSTERFUCK in terms of how it's treated, both in society and even sometimes amongst psychologists / therapists. take the example i used above ( fear of abandonment ); while i did list some behaviours that stem from that symptom, a lot of them were things that appear a little more positive ( such as making things for people in exchange for approval / attention / love ). unfortunately, given the negative stigma surrounding bpd, the common narrative even within official resources are that these symptoms are going to appear in an extremely destructive / negative light. i am, of course, in no way saying that bpd is all sunshine and rainbows—because it really, really isn't. what i'm insinuating is that there is more than one way to exhibit a symptom, and i disapprove of the demonizing way with which some sources list examples of portraying certain symptoms ( like for example, the website i used to look up symptoms for parts ii and iii of this post listed the fear of abandonment in the form of blocking people from leaving, begging, starting fights, and at one point, even said you might STALK the person to keep them from abandoning you ). I DON'T LIKE THIS APPROACH AT ALL, because while some behaviours which derive from these symptoms can be damaging, there are also more subtle, neutral ways that you may exhibit them ( again, pointing to my hypothetical situation of being protective of someone—this can become part of the " fear of abandonment " symptom because you're scared of losing them—thus, you tend to worry, and are paranoid if you're unsure about their safety ). additionally, i think it all depends on context; some behaviours may be negative if the situation doesn't call for it, while it sometimes can be seen as a good thing, and exhibiting that behaviour associated with that symptom actually helped that person. i'll touch base on this as best as i can when explaining tooru's symptoms, as well.

TL;DR: what i'm going to be talking about is entirely SUBJECTIVE, as bpd and what encompasses it are things based mostly on emotions. as such, what i say ONLY relates to tooru, and is probably not applicable to others in the exact same way.

now onto the nitty gritty:

i. what is bpd ?

this is gonna be really simple and basic. i'm really only putting this here so people who may not exactly know about bpd are aware of what exactly it is, but i am in no way a psychologist. i do know a lot ( at least i hope i do lol ) about this disorder due to actually having it, but again, my experience is not the same as others + i'm the type to talk out of experience because i find being able to empathize makes things easier for me to understand. if anything, i recommend you research it yourself, both because my way of explaining things might not fit your style of learning, and because, if you don't know much about this disorder, i think it's worth learning about. bpd, or borderline personality disorder, is a cluster b personality disorder ( a group that includes antisocial personality disorder, histrionic personality disorder, and narcissistic personality disorder ), and can be characterized by extremes; that is, when it comes to relationships, self-image, etc., you tend to be unstable in terms of your perception / feelings surrounding these things. and it's not a case of mood swings, or the like, either: bpd is LITERALLY going from point a to z / 0 to 100 in a snap ( note: something usually triggers this to occur, but it does tend to happen in a burst ). unlike bipolar disorder, which bpd may often be misdiagnosed as, fluctuations in borderlines are often extreme, yet short, even happening within the span of a day. meanwhile with bipolar disorder, you often experience these mood changes for a longer time—sometimes even weeks, or months. unfortunately, due to it usually happening in such strong fits, bpd can be hard to manage, so a lot of strain is put on the person who has it. again, this is really just a simple explanation, and i feel like a lot of what the disorder is kind of lost, since i am going by typical DSM / google definitions of it, since it is based heavily on emotion. but the basic gist is that it's relationship-driven and very "black-and-white" due to people with bpd often going from point a to z in an instant. more explained in parts ii and iii, which is beginning… now !

ii. symptoms that tooru exhibits

as the name suggests, i'm going to be highlighting what symptoms of bpd tooru has, as well as explanations for what this may encompass. since this is just a basic descriptor for each symptom, part iii is where i'm really going to be getting into how tooru may act out these symptoms, as well as link them to aspects of his life which may have caused / are causing them to manifest.

o1. fear of abandonment — this one is pretty straightforward, and is arguably one of the things that bpd structures its backbone upon. people with bpd are absolutely terrified at the prospect of being left alone / abandoned, and even situations where a loved one is late for a planned meeting ( or something akin to that ) may trigger feelings of intense paranoia / anxiety ( again, as i will say over and over, this is just a hypothetical scenario, and is definitely not something that happens to everyone ). when it comes to this symptom, people with bpd may do different things in order to keep this abandonment—whether threatened or perceived—from happening. this includes doing things like clinging, guilt-tripping ( as mentioned before, this often happens before you even realize it. of course, this doesn't mean it's okay, but i want to get that out, nonetheless ), checking up on them, asking them where they're going if they suddenly get up to leave without notice, worrying over their health / safety if you're not physically with them, as well as many others.

o2. unstable perception of relationships — this ties in with a term known as " splitting ", which i will get to later, but when you have bpd, since you can often slip into a black-and-white mentality, the way you see your relationships with people can shift violently. this may apply to just one relationship, or it can apply to multiple. this can be seen when people with bpd get attached to others quickly, and are thus often left disappointed when the person turns out to not be who they thought they were. connecting this with splitting, it can also manifest as you going through the motions of idealizing and rejecting a relationship, with no in between. your friendship with x is either wonderful or terrible. your romantic relationship with y is either amazing, and the both of you are in love, or you're paranoid that the other suddenly hates you / you suddenly begin to dislike them, yourself.

o3. unclear / unstable self-image — this is kind of related to the above, except it comes to how you see yourself. you tend to lose grip of who you are as a person, thus there are times when you're fine / confident with your self-identity, while other times can see you doubting every action you take, and believing that you are a terrible person. this also incorporates the black-and-white disposition, since you often have times accepting the fact that you are multifaceted, and can thus be a good, yet flawed, person. there is none of that: merely that you are either wholly good or wholly evil. this also encompasses other things. for example, you may have trouble deciding on what to do in the future, or your values / goals in life may change. for example, i often struggle with my major in university, as i changed what i wanted to do every year of high school, and even now, i tend to question whether or not social work is something i want to do. it's very frustrating, especially because outside of these crises that i go through, i know that i'm pretty rational. i understand i'm not perfect, but i also take pride in the fact that i am / want to be a good person, and am always trying to improve myself. however, when these moments do hit, i feel very violently negative towards who i am, essentially shoving all this rationality / calm-minded thinking out the window in 0.3 seconds flat.

o4. chronic feelings of emptiness — tin can in terms of what this is. you feel like you are nothing / are worthless. put simply, it's as if there is a void in you that can only be filled by doing certain things. you can also feel as if you are that void ( that sounds really edgy, i know, but i swear i'm not trying to word it that way ) and the only way to make yourself " whole " again is to receive validation from others. this often leads to you craving attention / love from people, because once you receive it, you begin to feel like you are worth something. however, this feeling is often short-lived, and you begin to feel empty once more. it feels almost like a perpetual cycle.

o5. impulsive, self-destructive behaviour / unhealthy coping mechanisms — this can tie into the emptiness listed above ( at least for tooru, it does ). basically, you want a form of sensation. if you list this apropos to feeling empty, you could be doing these destructive behaviours in order to prove to yourself that you are still capable of feeling anything, whether it be emotion or pain. these behaviours can be: spending money on things you may not need / don't have money for, engaging in dangerous ( unprotected ) sex*, driving recklessly, and many others. basically, they're short moments that you can get a " high " off of, but in the long term, can heavily impact your mental / physical wellbeing and health.

o6. self-harm / suicidal behaviour — this is self-explanatory, and i personally don't want to get into specifics with this topic because it does make me a little uncomfortable ( though i will touch upon it later on in part iii ). but this does occur, and may sometimes be coupled with the above, though they are not entirely the same.

o7. extreme emotional swings — basically covered in part i. to reiterate what's most important: what separates this symptom from the same symptoms of depression and bipolar is that these swings last a few minutes or hours, while the others can last for days, weeks, or even months. o8. explosive anger — you may tend to burst out in anger / be temporarily blinded by rage and frustration. while this may manifest outwardly ( i.e. via yelling, screaming, or throwing things ), it can also be internalized ( i.e. anger at yourself ). you're unable to control your emotions, and more often than not, these bouts of rage are due to keeping them bottled up. i know for me, this takes on that form, since i know that exploding in front of someone for something small ( because even the littlest of things can kind of set you off when you bottle all your feelings up ) isn't fair for that person. while they may be understanding because it is a symptom, i don't like doing it. i did ( and arguably still do, though it's better now ) have anger-management issues in the past, and it's really not fun. i'm speaking out of experience, but i do believe that sometimes, this explosive temper may be what i call a " learnt abuse "; you experienced this at home via parents who would get angry at every little thing, and now the only reaction you know how to emit when frustrated at something is also destructive anger.

* this can also be hypersexuality, though since it is another mental illness on its own, i see it more so as hypersexuality taking form as part of a symptom ?? if that makes sense ?? that is to say, you cannot separate hypersexuality from bpd for people who use sex as a self-destructive coping mechanism.

the last symptom is dissociation, but that's kind of confusing in terms of how it can be applied to tooru, since the entire narrative of my canon for him is that he knows he shouldn't exist, and this is FACT. so it's really less so dissociation ( even though it technically is ) and moreso just him being hyper-aware as to what the nature of his existence is.

iii. symptoms explored thoroughly

now onto actually attaching all of these descriptors and explanations to tooru. i'll be highlighting how he acts out these symptoms, as well as what may have caused them to appear. i do tend to rationalize and connect everything, so don't be surprised if many things begin to overlap. numbers will correlate to the ones listed above, so symptom o1 in this part will be the same as o1 in part ii. also please note that while fp's ( favourite person ) are something that people with bpd usually have, i don't think tooru really has any in his canon. this changes, of course, because i'm rp'ing him, and his fp does usually end up being whomever he's shipped with in a romantic sense, but for the sake of keeping this post to just his canon, i won't be referring to any fp stuff. if you want to know what an fp is, for those who don't know, i recommend reading this article about it and looking it up, yourself, as i can't really do the term justice by explaining it, myself. also, my explanation can be really in-depth at times, so i'd rather… not spam this entire post with just my own definition of fp's.

o1. fear of abandonment — basically what makes the crux of his experience with bpd, tooru is deathly afraid of being abandoned. he gets very paranoid that this is going to happen, and, tied with symptom o3, this is due to the fact that he doesn't think he's a good person. thus, he tries his best to get people to stay with him. this often actually manifests in actions / behaviours that are generally seen as positive. as such, people may not notice that his intentions, while derived from a genuine form of care for them, part of why he does these things is because he doesn't want them to leave him. these are things that tooru may do to ensure that someone doesn't abandon him: buy them things ( he does this A LOT, given the fact that he comes from a rich family, and his parents give him as much money as he wants ), make them things ( he doesn't think he's too talented in terms of crafts or baking, but he does believe that handmade items are more cherishable than something store bought ), text or message them a lot ( not to an obsessive amount, of course, but maybe something such as sending a positive message everyday, or just checking up on them ), being protective, almost always to the point of (s)mothering them ( he likes being a mom to people; it makes him feel good to see others happy, and also because he wants to provide to them the parental figure that he never received in life. this goes doubly for if their parents are abusive, as well ), and may lead to possible guilt-tripping. the last one, however, is always unintentional; tooru tends to go through lots of moments of uncertainty, so he'll often say things that he believes are true, but is unaware of how they could be used to guilt-trip the other ( for example, let's say you scheduled an event with him. if you suddenly had to go, he may make a comment about how he was really looking forward to hanging out. another example is him possibly degrading himself; while he does believe it, this kind of behaviour can be used to get people to feel bad for you, so i still think it's a form of unintentional guilt-tripping ). of course, if / when he realizes how that can be perceived as him trying to get you to stay, he'll apologize. i think a lot of his character derives from this fear, to be honest. or rather, there's a weird dichotomy that tooru sets up within himself: is he kind because he has to be in order to get those that he loves to stay, or is he kind because that's just who he is as a person? but if it's the latter, then is he kind as a person because he wants people to like him? or is it because of his own need to be kind? he does tend to overthink almost everything he does, so a lot of his actions are usually followed up with this line of logic. this also ties in with self-identity issues ( o3 ). the reason why tooru feels so fearful towards the prospect of being abandoned is because of his parents. in this headcanon, i explained the basic gist of what his family life was like growing up, and what it is now. but basically, his parents ignored him when he was a child, and thus, the only family member he formed any sort of bond with was his older brother, kaito. however, when tooru was 11, kaito suddenly left in order to move in with his girlfriend, whom he'd gotten pregnant. thus, tooru is deathly scared of getting attached to someone, only to have them suddenly leave him. it's also why he has such a perfectionist attitude; he believes that the more perfect he presents himself, the more likely it is that that person won't leave him. he also gets very paranoid when you try to leave without making any indication of your intentions ( so if you were to suddenly get up while watching a movie with him and give no explanation as to why, his first thought would instantly be " oh my gosh they've gotten bored of me and now they're leaving ", as opposed to " oh, they're probably getting a snack " ), and thus will ask you where you are going, perhaps even with a sort of franticness to his tone—something that is rather uncharacteristic of him, since he tends to be calm and level-headed, or peppy.

o2. unstable perception of relationships — this one is more or less explained in part ii. tooru tends to get infatuated with people REALLY quickly. this ties in a lot with his romanticization, as well. tooru is full of love. his entire existence is arguably centred around the notion. thus, he finds it hard to believe that some people are incapable of being good; while it may be true that everyone harbours love in their hearts, minuscule as it may be, it is also true that these kinds of people are also very self-serving, and often use others to get what they want. this can be really dangerous for tooru, as he lets his romanticization oftentimes get in the way of seeing clearly. however ( and this is tied with his anger issues ), if he finds out that you're just using him, he can get very angry, very quickly. the same goes for if you ever do something to make him extremely upset ( i can't think of anything right now, since tooru doesn't have a lot of things that he would blow up about ?? but one example would be if you made a joke about one of his insecurities even though you know that it's an insecurity of his ). this doesn't happen as often with genuine relationships, but tooru will have moments where he wonders if the other party actually likes him or not. this also is encompassed in bouts of paranoia wherein he convinces himself that they hate him. i think this goes especially when you have a close tie with him—whether it be a very deep friendship or even a romantic relationship. he begins to question why you've stayed with him for so long, if you want something from him, or if he's even good enough for you. this is in stark contrast to how he usually is: i.e. bubbly, affectionate, etc. of course, a lot of this is internalized, as he does acknowledge that this is due in part to his bpd. however, it doesn't help ease the paranoia, especially since he fears that bringing it up will cause the person to actually hate him if they didn't already. this " we have the perfect relationship " / " they hate me " mentality is referred to as splitting, and it's something observed in a lot of pd's. a good article about it is this one, which specifically talks about a person's experience with splitting in relation to bpd, and i recommend giving it a read, since it explains it much better than i can. i'll be talking about it a little more in o3, as well. visually speaking, i see this as a gradient between black and white, with one being negative, and the other, positive. the greys in between are essentially that, with some things being neutral, or mostly bad, instead of just being clear-cut good/bad. however, splitting causes the person to only see the black and white; all other shades are cut out, thus rendering them unable to see the greys. since a lot of this just stems from bpd as a whole, i can only really guess where this particular paranoia / fluctuation of perceptions may come from. tooru's never had many friends, and the one relationship he did have was very intense, and also ended in a similar fashion: tumultuous, extreme… you get the point. as such, tooru seriously has no idea how a relationship is supposed to go down; all he knows of is what he's experienced, and since he only has one friend who's been a constant in his life and hasn't abandoned or used him, tooru's understanding of how relationships work is paramount to why he may act oddly or appear to be extremely affectionate. he legitimately has no idea how they're supposed to work, apart from the friendship he has with arata, said friend he's been able to maintain a healthy relationship with.

o3. unclear / unstable self-image — to put things bluntly, tooru has no idea who he is. how he sees himself fluctuates so wildly that it physically tires him. as mentioned in o1, tooru tends to overthink everything he does. in relation to his bpd, this is because of the lack of experience when it comes to how to act around people ( o2 ). obviously, this doesn't demean his ability to play the part: he can, and is good with, acting out how he thinks he's supposed to behave in a social environment. tooru is by no means an idiot, either. while he can be ditzy, tooru tends to obfuscate stupidity ( and oftentimes obliviousness, but 9 times out of 10, his obliviousness is genuine; he's smart, but he's not all that great at picking things up right off the bat ). since tooru desperately wants the approval of others, this unstable self-image can also manifest itself via him pretending to be someone he's not in order to impress another. tooru is an empath ( notably, he's a hyper-empath; he literally takes emotions from others + his surroundings and makes them his own )—a huge thing when it comes to bpd, since, as i said, it's an emotion-driven personality disorder. as such, he is very sensitive to whatever atmosphere / aura a person may give off, and picks up on / is influenced by it as a result. thus, if tooru is with a muse who is loud, he tends to be loud, as well. if he's with a muse who is reserved, tooru is much more humble. while he, as a person, is both at once ( meaning that he can be the boisterous teenager that he is, or just the shy, traditionally-styled boy that he is at home / in quiet situations ), this adaptability, unfortunately, also lends its hand into his inability to figure himself out. tying again into other symptoms, this is how tooru splits: mainly on matters revolving himself. while he does tend to have his " they said one thing and i'm not sure if they're joking so i'm paranoid they hate me now " moments of splitting in relationships, a majority of the times he splits is because he's having severe identity issues. he really has no idea who he is, so he tries so hard to get insight from others ( " i'm a good person, right ? " or even more subtly so, " you think i'm ___ ? how so ? :0 " ). this constant need for validation from others is what he more or less constructs his identity on. if he notices that a certain behaviour or tic makes you happy, chances are, he'll stick to it.

o4. chronic feelings of emptiness — kind of self-explanatory. due to constantly splitting in terms of self-image, tooru has moments where he feels empty / as if he's nothing because he doesn't know who he is. this ties in a lot with his depression, and this also presents itself in the form of suicidal thoughts, as well as a general nihilism towards his existence. it's the " why am i even here " sort of thinking, one that quickly turns drastic if you leave it running unchecked. this also incorporates slight bits of tooru's canon into it, because tooru knows he's an OC; he knows he's an existence that shouldn't be, and that both is the reason behind his feelings of emptiness / homesickness ( what with him wanting to go back to the universe / not live such a tragic human existence anymore ) and also the cause ( i.e. in all of his lives, this realization that he doesn't belong metaphysically is what leads him to a despair event horizon ).

o5. impulsive, self-destructive behaviour / unhealthy coping mechanisms — i won't get too much into detail, but tooru is impulsive by nature, already. so this, coupled with the dangerous effect that bpd has, is really bad for his health—especially because, as i said, he is the type to overthink and regret everything he says or does. while he will beat himself up for even the smallest of mistakes when he's having a breakdown, a lot of his self-destructiveness comes from his hypersexuality. while not as bad as it used to be, tooru does engage in dangerous sexual activities from time to time ( though this is rare ). a lot of what he used to do, though, was during his second year in high school ( so from 16-17 years old ), as he had just come out of an abusive relationship. sex helped him cope with the trauma, but again, it was not a healthy coping mechanism, especially since he merely used it as a tool to make himself momentarily forget about everything. tooru also used it as a way to keep himself grounded, in that the sensation / feeling of another helped him reaffirm the fact that he was not empty ( o4 ). while he doesn't engage in dangerous sexual acts anymore, tooru now finds solace in cigarettes. again, not a good coping mechanism, but he needs something to fill in the emptiness he often feels when lonely, and substance usually does just that. another thing he might do is spend a frivolous amount of money on things like video games or books, and while it may not seem bad, tooru is a very schedule / routine-oriented person, so he tends to just buy things for friends or for himself only when he wants to reward himself for something, such as getting a huge project done early. despite his wealth, tooru does try to be money-conscious, so any veer off of this trait is a huge indicator that something may not be right.

o6. self-harm / suicidal behaviour — also something i won't be touching on too much, since it is a sensitive topic, both in general, and for me. but due to his nature in canon, tooru does kill himself in every timeline he's lived in. it's what happens when he realizes he stole someone else's existence to live his own; the guilt literally kills him. this ties in with o4, as well, because he feels like he has no purpose in the world. he has no friends, his family doesn't seem to care much for him… he truly is almost all alone. his self-harm, meanwhile, isn't entirely physical. while he does tend to burn himself using matches / his cigarettes ( hence why he wears bandages or covers his hands with makeup ), a lot of his self-harm is emotional / mental, which makes it all the more difficult to notice. he overthinks things, he beats himself up for little mistakes, he revisits traumatic memories, etc, etc… and these things are hard to notice / recover from. you can watch a burn or scar heal—perhaps not entirely, yes, but it will, nonetheless—but emotional damage, i think, is harder to gauge because you cannot physically see it.

o7. extreme emotional swings — something tooru has been trying to keep in check, but yes, he does experience these. they tie in with his aforementioned impulsivity, but also when he splits. when tooru goes through these emotional swings, he experiences them very violently. however, as mentioned, they only last for a few minutes, or at the very most, hours. he often calms himself down before anything really bad happens, and he is trying his best to keep a rational mind, even when he is having a breakdown. it's hard, but you kind of learn how to do these things by yourself after being alone for so long.

o8. explosive anger — also something he keeps in check. i wouldn't say tooru shows his anger easily, but he does get peeved / irritated more often than you'd think. he acknowledges that this is due to his trauma / mental illness, and usually enlists the help of breathing exercises that he's learnt while doing kyudo in order to help. what will set him off, though, is poking fun at his trauma or home life, especially if you know what it's like. another thing that'll make him angry at you ( and justifiably so ) is if you mock his gender identity or sexuality. if you really want to make him angry, then ridicule his friends in front of him. that's more or less the only time that he'll allow himself to explode because he does not like that. this is intertwined with his selflessness, as he won't defend himself ( he's very passive ) but he will defend his friends / loved ones to the ends of the earth. notably, his anger is almost never externalized. it’s mostly internalized, and therefore directed at himself, making it harder to see that he does deal with anger-management issues. this anger derives from abuse at the hands of his parents; whenever tooru didn't perform as well as they wanted him to, especially in academics, they would get angry. this form of learnt abuse was absorbed by him, due to his hyper-empathy, and because he was only a kid at the time, and so he does get upset more quickly than one would think. but as i said, he knows it's his own problem, and he feels terribly guilty whenever he explodes at someone, so he does try his best to keep it in line.

iv. end note

okay, i'll keep this brief, but if you made it all the way through, then thank you so much !! i know this isn't an easy topic to read through, so i appreciate it. if you merely skimmed through, i am still grateful. i didn't really tackle this as thoroughly as i would have liked to, but i hope this post gives a little insight on how tooru's bpd works. if you have any questions, or if you think i'm writing something incorrectly, please don't be afraid to contact me !! i hope you have a lovely day, and i love you lots ! <3

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