#whatever you waanna call it

[angelgendered]

'Urianger and Thancred have always been a duo'

Say what u mean Yoshi-P 👀

[doctordiscord123]

Whumptober Day 21: Laced Drink

Saw the prompt floating around on a couple of blogs I follow, and then there was that Bim one I reblogged a bit ago, and I just had to dive into this one! 

King sat at a bar located relatively close to the edge of the city, shifting uncomfortably. He’d never been to a bar before. It...wasn’t really his scene. The Jims had dragged him out, rambling on about him ‘loosening up’. He was skittish, he was new. He’d been created barely a month ago. He would’ve liked to tell the Jims ‘no’, but well...he didn’t exactly have much of a spine. Not to mention not even Dark could control the twins on most days. It didn’t give him much confidence that the Jims would’ve listened if he had spoken up.

He jumped when someone slid onto the bar stool next to him, wringing his cape in his hands. The man smiled at him, probably in an attempt to put him at ease, and King just blushed. “Hi. Sorry to intrude, but I noticed you looked pretty freaked out. Are you okay?”

King squeaked, but he nodded, hands fumbling to keep his crown on his head. “Uh, y-yeah, I-I-I’m okay. This is just...not my kind of place. I was practically dragged here by my...brothers.”

The man raised an eyebrow, glancing over King’s shoulder. “Let me guess, the two hammered identical twins attacking the karaoke machine?”

At that moment, a sound that could almost be called singing rang out through the bar, and King winced, shrinking into his cape. “...Yep. How’d you guess?”

The man flashed a cheeky grin, eyes flicking down King’s body for a moment. “You look similar.” He turned to the bar. “Come on, I’ll buy you a drink. What’re you having?”

King’s blush deepened. “I-I uh...I don’t know...like I said, never really been to a bar before...”

The man hummed, glancing over King again. “Hmm, you don’t look the type for beer. How about something fruitier, let’s say...Long Island iced tea?”

King shrugged, gradually warming up to the man. “Sure.” As the man waved down the bartender, King sat straight. “Oh, by the way...my name’s King.” He smiled shyly. “It’s nice to meet you.”

The man glanced at him from the corner of his eye, smirking a little. “King, huh? I’m Boston.” His smile warmed. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

Their drinks were served, and King reached for his. At the same moment, there was a loud crash behind him, followed by two unfortunately familiar screams, and King whipped around. The drunk twins lay in a pile at the foot of the stage, apparently haven fallen off. A few people were fretting about them, others laughing their ass off, but the Jims sprung to their feet quickly enough, seemingly unharmed with stupid grins plastered to their faces.

King sighed in relief, turning back to the bar and reaching for his drink, taking a tentative sip. He brightened. It was surprisingly good, and he finished it rather quickly. And he ordered another, trying to resist but ultimately giving in to Boston’s insistent offers to pay.

They talked for a while, laughing and joking around and generally getting to know each other. Boston was a very flirty man, and he had King melting into a puddle onto the bar sometimes, his shoulders shaking with laughter and blushing bright red. But...King wasn’t complaining. Boston was very good-looking, and that combined with his flirting just made King all the more flustered.

But, about half an hour after their initial meeting, King began to feel strange.

His limbs began to feel fuzzy and heavy, his mind clouding around the edges. He groaned, and tried to push himself back upright off the bar, but his muscles wouldn’t respond. His fingers twitched, and that was about it. King’s brow furrowed, his thoughts feeling like they were trudging through thick mud. His words slurred. “Wwwwwwh...wha’sss goin’ on...?”

Boston smiled, something in his eyes that made King’s skin crawl. He reach over, brushing a few stray strands of hair behind King’s ear. “You’re drunk, King. You said you’ve never been to a bar before. Figures two would be too much. Come on, I’ll take you home.”

King’s brow furrowed further, making a protesting noise as Boston slung one of King’s arms over his shoulders and hoisted him up. “Noooo...buuuut myy brotherss...”

“Shhh...” Boston grabbed King’s crown from the bar and began walking them to the door. “I’m sure they won’t miss you for one night.”

King’s feet dragged behind them, his muscles refusing to work. Boston turned a corner, and suddenly King’s head was spinning as he was overcome with a severe sense of dizziness. His eyes rolled back, his head lolling on his shoulders. “But...aren’ you takin’ mee home?”

Boston smiled again. “Of course I am! But we’re going to make a little stop first.” He pushed open the doors to the bar, dragging King out into the parking lot and pulling him through the sea of cars. He pulled out a set of keys, unlocking one, and placed King in the passenger seat. “You don’t mind, do you?”

King whimpered, slumping in the seat as Boston buckled him in. Panic was worming into his head, but whatever drug Boston had used was making it hard to think. “Nooo...I don’ waanna go with youu...”

Boston stuck his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “Well, that’s too bad! Because I want you to come with me.” He smiled again, and that predatory glint in his eye returned. “And you don’t look to be in the right state to fight back, so...”

And suddenly Boston was kissing him.

King whimpered into it, wanting to struggle, to pull away, but found himself unable to as the drug and alcohol worked through his body. Boston attacked his lips, rough and demanding, and King couldn’t do anything but let him take what he wanted. Tears began rolling down his face when Boston’s hand wandered between his legs, squeezing his eyes shut.

“HEY!”

Boston pulled away, and King opened his eyes, watching through tear-covered lashes. He nearly sobbed in relief when he spotted the Jims standing behind Boston, fury in their eyes and suddenly looking much more sober than they did half an hour ago. The air rippled around them, like something was trying to break through. Their eyes narrowed. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Boston raised his hands in surrender, an easy smile on his face. “I was just taking him home! You two looked in no condition to, I was just trying to be nice!”

The Jims’ eyes flicked to King, at his slumped posture, tear-stained face, and dazed, cloudy expression. Their eyes narrowed further, still speaking in icy unison. “Try again.”

Boston opened his mouth to defend himself, but then one of the Jim’s fist was flying out, connecting right with his mouth. Boston cried out, stumbling back to lean against his car. The other Jim lashed out with a sharp kick upwards, and Boston quickly crumpled. Both Jims sneered, and the one who kicked him spat out, “Prick.”

King whimpered again, and both of their attentions quickly snapped to him. “King!” 

The scrambled to get him out of the car, and King slumped, a complete dead-weight, into their arms. King groaned, the fog in his head heavier than ever. “Mmm’ssorryy, I di’n’t...meann...”

“Shh, it’s okay, King, it wasn’t your fault!” Regret and guilt swapped over the speaking Jim’s features, an expression quickly matched by his brother. “We shouldn’t have left you alone, it’s not your fault.”

The one not speaking shifted King’s entire weight onto the other, causing him to stagger a bit. “I’m gonna call Dark, get him to bring us home. We’re still shit-faced, remember, and he’s drugged to Hell and back. We’re not walking back home.”

The Jim holding him drew his lips in a tight line, brow furrowing. “...Oh yeah.”

King managed a delirious laugh.

[gardenbiriety]

eeeekkkk christmas is the worst for dysphoria honestly

uhm so sui tw and family shit and just generally bad thoughts ahead 

yikes so i used to really like christmas but now its literally just??? how can i navigate my family without making my parents hate me and without wanting to kill myself more than usual and i forgto this part every year until we have to have dinner w ppl and i just? realise how? my family doesn’t give two shits abt me at all except for my brothers lmao like??? i’ve literally said calling me my deadname makes me feel like sshit and my ma wont fucking believe me until i fucking kill myself and even then? she would just say i was being selfish what a cunt honestly

like i acctually forget that im not ok and then i remeber when i said ‘since ur fmily i guess i can’t make u but i’d really fucking love it if u called me roman ‘ and my uuncle legit was like ‘well im still gonna call u deadname ‘ like thAnks dickhead if i didn’t love my lil counsin (and only one bc her younger brother is such a dick (he’s like 11 so  i try not t hate him) but he’s really fucking violent to his sister and whenever he hurts her she just doesn’t say anything but she accidently (or on purpose,,, but thats rareer bc shes such a sweetie ok i love her) but she tripped him on one fo thsoe big jumping pillow things and i (an almost adult at the time, this was like 6months to a year ago) had to physically get inbetween them bc he was determined to hurt her and he gets away with all sorts of shitty and cruel behaviour and she doesn’t even get away with retaliating and i lvoe her so much and it makes me so mad? but anyway she’s the only person (and maybe my aunt but less) who i like from their sect of the family and we have to have dinner with them and im gonna screm bc every time i see him i remember that and honestly????? 0/10 

but that doesn’t hurt as much as the facct that? my ma still doesn’t believe me? like i fucking started hurting myself when i was 12 but sure..... this is some sort of fucking phase and im just ‘wanting to be different too badly’ (fuck her honestly) im so???? i shouldn’t have to feel this shit and i probably wouldn’t if she just grew the fuck up and let me be???? like????? i dont give a fuck if u ‘always wanted a daughter’ ya didn’t fucking get one and ur gonna lose ur oldest kid if u keep this shit up like idk how long i can deal with her but i also ant leave and i dont know what to do and if i’m not working enough (to her satisfaction anyway) next year she’s actually going to have at me and i just????? i want to get out but there is nowhere to go because nowhere is safe im fucking???/ im stuck and i dont want to be here anymore 

is it that hard to take me seriously???? once i fucking pulled a muscle in my neck at someone elses house and they rung my ma to ask if i could have panadol and i was crying over the phone and she still accused me of faking (recently she told me she thought i had gotten addicted to drugs when i was in america for like? twenty days? because i had fucking panadol and ibprofen in my bag bc i didn’t realise ibprofen was not panadol and didn’t do the same thing and i wasn’t just gonna? chuck it out???) honestly i’ve fucking had enough 

AnD alSo she is always grumpy / easy to anger bc of work / her general suppression of emotions / ect and takes it out on us w/o consquence and i pointed it out and she legit just said ‘yeah but im an adult tho’ like???? honestly fuck u you dont get to do that iim so mad and im so sad and i fucking dont even know if theres any point? trying to maintain out relationship? like i love her but fuck she is not good for me at all and has, consistently, for years, managed to ruin almost all of my good days with a single word and i just fucking???? i’ve had enough and i cant be bothered anymore like all she does is set off bother my anxiety and dysphoria and screams at me until i get out of bed which makes it? even harder to get out next time??? she is still trying to manage my life and shit like???  fuck u??? if i need help ill ask otherwise leave me alone (ofc when i ask for help she’s fckign shiitty abt that too honestly ‘ask if u dont know’ ‘except if its ‘common sense’ or smth that i already know and u, also, somehow, telepathically do to’ like sometimes i jsut wanna ask for reassurance!!!! fuck u!!! jsut say yes / no and move the  fuck on it’s not that hard u dont have to be a cunt

i’ve been on the verge of tears for two days but its g its chill im just gonna have to make sure my ds is charged before the crhistmas family dinner and pray nobody writes my fucking deadname on any gifts bc seeing it written honestly causes me physical pain and accepting it will also do that fuck me theres nothing i can do except send judgmental looks (but on the downlow bc i dont waanna be ‘disrepecctful’ and have them dramatically try and take the gift back even tho i dont rlly care abt whatever shit they got me my ma would kill me) im so tired i can’t wait until i dont have to speak to these people ever again