#why cant we just be like ‘as long as you don’t murder no one with your cooking youre all gold?’

[hifbialliscoolnoworries]

I have been thinking, on and off, but now more deeply, about opening my own baking business. And cooking too. I know a lot of recipes, family secrets and all that, my friends/people that eat my food always says that I should open a business. Now I’m seriously considering it. But I can’t figure out legal stuff.

I will update with more information as I find them!

[sadly-in-active]

maybe yandere beast cookies? or just Shadow Milk if you cant do them all

Bet 😘

Yandere Beast Cookies x Reader hcs

Summary: My, my, my. The former five Cookies of Virtue, all fallen from grace are…attracted to you? Yes, and very attached. Almost to a point where it could just be considered unhealthy and unhinged. Well, good luck my dearest reader! Try to survive in this world of chaos and doom! ❤️

TW: The usual yandere stuff, stalking, murder, manipulation, gaslighting, threatening, and some other SUPER cool stuff :D

(Sorry if ooc 😭)

Eternal Sugar Cookie

Quite the clingy gal, that’s for sure. She knew you loved her from the start…but she loved you before you even knew her. She had her eyes on you this entire time, watching your every move with a giddy smile. It almost makes her giggle when she remembers the situation.

Eternal Sugar enjoys holding you close and wrapping her wings around you. She wants you to feel content and safe, but she also wants you to get attached to her as well. She knows that if she was going to try something more extreme, it would have to be when you’re becoming more vulnerable and soft towards her. Then she’d strike.

“Oh, sweetie…that unfortunate Cookie spoke to you too long. They looked like they were flirting with you, and I just couldn’t have that! I love you dearly, and I’m never letting my darling go again~!”

All in all, you’re probably too busy looking at how beautiful she was, how her sweet eyes were filled with care for you…and…then…

Were you getting sleepy just now?

Burning Spice Cookie

He’s not the type to really stalk you, but he’d demand to know where his little peppercorn is at all times, who you’re with and why you’re even there in the first place and not next to him. (yes he nicknamed you that and no I’m not talking about the canon Peppercorn Cookie don’t come at me)

Burning Spice probably gets really aggressive when you try to go somewhere without his permission, even trying to burn you once or twice to make you stay with him while he treats your wounds, love-bombing you afterwards and holding you close to his warm chest while he bear-hugs you. This tactic is usually done on your legs and especially your knees, giving you second degree burns and ending up with you being unable to walk for about a week or so.

“C’mon, toots! It’s just a few burns, no need to cry when you’re around me! This only happened because you aren’t being a good partner… Hey, look, maybe we could cuddle after if that’s what you want?”

How could you stay mad at a guy who looked so sure of himself? So warm and confident…

But the temperature was increasing more, you just didn’t realize until it was a bit too late.

Silent Salt Cookie

They’ve always been, well, silent. Even when around their peers, they’re known as the quiet one. Their situation with you is probably a lot like Eternal Sugar’s, watching you since the very beginning. They’re definitely light on their feet, a sound rarely coming out of their mouth as they watch you go about your day.

Watching you was something that made them feel a bit of hope in the quiet silence they’ve had during their time as a Beast.

They’ve never tried to hurt you, but they’ve hurt many cookies that have interacted with you. Haven’t you noticed all the missing posters? Well, Silent Salt is sure happy that you didn’t see the papers or notice anything off about the world. After all, how could you when you’re in their home, wandering the salt flats from time to time?

“…it’s not to hurt you.”

They had whispered in your ear while keeping you close on their lap, the two of you embracing each other and the silence that came with it.

The Beast of Silence had even felt some…guilt, being this attached to you.

They could kill armies and hundreds of innocent civilians…but never raise their sword at you.

Ever.

And it would be best to keep it that way.

Mystic Flour Cookie

So, I don’t really know what to write about her…because she’s basically a nihilist and the literal Beast of Apathy..

But she’d definitely try to guilt trip you into making you care about her and worship her by telling her story, wanting you to feel sympathy for her even if she doesn’t want to care for you. (She does, in a way.)

“Don’t stop the flow of life, dearest. Join me and become flour…”

Anyways, she’s probably going to turn you into flour in the end.

But watching you cough out flour as you collapse next to her was…a strange sight indeed. Not even she knew how to feel.

Shadow Milk Cookie

(Nightmare nightmare nightmare)

He’s certainly a flirt, ever since the two of you met. Shadow Milk has always been thinking of you as his little toy, someone that he could play around with and face little consequences.

Because how could you resist a face like his? With a pout on his lips as he tries to justify harming the ones who’ve wronged you a long time ago, whether it be a childhood bully or even your parents… Heck, he even swears that it was for your sake and not because he’s a sadistic piece of shit.

“But [name]! How could I rest well knowing that my sweet, sweet doll still has enemies all around them? It’s my duty to protect you and keep you safe. Besides, don’t you love me?! I know you’re not chickening out now, sweetheart!”

He’s definitely tried to control you, making you into a mindless puppet without your knowledge. It’s something he only does when he’s feeling particularly pissed off at you because you’re not listening to him.

Well, if you’re not listening to him, he’s not planning to listen to his little doll anytime soon!

And he swears he’ll change. Every promise he makes is another lie from the jester. Those kisses he gives you before he goes off doing who knows what? That’s just to keep you entertained.

It’s his duty to protect you, but it’s his job to keep everyone entertained— especially himself.

[theyjustadmitthathuh]

Hi I'm not a radfem but I'm a believer in learning about all political idealogies/opinions so that I can better construct my own beliefs/opinions

It's pretty obvious what the radfem opinion on trans women is, that you think they're invading women's spaces, predatory, etc, but I'm curious what the opinion of trans men (or trans identifying women, I think your term is?) and nonbinary/genderqueer people. I don't see it talked about super often so I'm just sort of curious what radfems think about it.

btw this is not meant to be a hate ask to to stir up shit or anything, I would just genuinely like to know so I can expand my understandings of different political views

I’d like to start out by saying that trans women are no more predatory than cis men, and that predators will flock to any movement that gives them deniability. This means that I dont believe that trans women inherently by the fact of being trans or crossdressing or taking hormones, are predators, nor do I think that male predators are inherently more apt to be feminine or crossdress or take hrt. I think it’s more comparable to teachers (or cops but teachers are a safer analogy).

Not all teachers abuse students. Abusers do not inherently feel the desire to teach children. And yet, many teachers abuse students because teaching is a profession where only few people can actually say no to or question you. Teachers have a boss- they can be stopped there, although usually not- teachers have students’ parents to question them, but many parents are burnt out, overworked, or just do not care. This means as long as abusive people are smart about their methods, an abusive person could become a teacher and have plenty of victims with no way out who truly believe this is correct and fair. Doesn’t that seem appealing to them? But! If they taught at a different school, perhaps one where the principal stops this kind of thing or the parents are very involved, the abusive person would either never get the job or get fired/arrested quite quickly.

This is what we’re saying is happening with some trans women. I’d like to stop here in my explanation to expound on another fact that often gets misconstrued when we have these conversations: i dont believe anyone is inherently trans. I believe that “being trans” or “having gender dysphoria” (which I do believe is a subset of body dysmorphia) is caused by negative sexist stereotypes and the inability to live up to them. What is there to make one feel like a different sex other than stereotypes about the other sex? I mean truly, in order for me to feel male, wouldnt I have to know how it feels to be male? How would I know that? All I know is the stereotypes about being male, and those stereotypes are sexist. If I’m relating to male people more than female people in daily life, that’s because men are human and maybe I need to work on why I cant relate to other women. (Side note: working on relating to other women over relating to men has helped my gender dysphoria more than crossdressing or being called sir)

So anyway, with that covered, you have a group of (most gay/bi) men who don’t fit in to sexist stereotypes trying desperately to live their lives. Sad, but not hurting anyone. Then it became a mainstream theory. “What if people actually did have souls and they got switched up? Or maybe it’s in the brain?? It could be inherent! Should it be a protected trait?” Still no one is listening to the gay men who could tell you why they did it. (And nobody knows about the trans men who exist now because they NEED it that way for escaping misogyny)

So now those gay/bi men are a minority, and this culture of questioning a trans person being the same as murder came out. Are you seeing the parallels yet? This is the culture, the atmosphere, the environment, that is alluring to predators. We may as well be running a church with the way questions and outside sources get you blocked by everyone who once called you a friend. And tell a predator going to prison that all he has to do is go by she/her to keep abusing women and he will do that. So we have all these trans women, who are not transitioning in the original spirit, being predators and ruining the public’s understanding of what a transgender person is and is trying to do. Basically, men kept abusing women and being predators, but now they have a new deniability to try on when it suits them. I know the argument “it’s a lot of work to transition why would they do that?” Well it’s a lot of work to become a teacher or a minister or the pope or a gynecologist, but there are all men who’ve admitting to doing those things to get victims that couldn’t fight back.

So, now that hopefully, you understand that I’m not a lunatic who thinks that estrogen in a male body makes a man abusive or that somehow abusers crave estrogen and frills, we can move on to your question about trans men.

Basically the same thing except women dont have the social power to abuse that men do. There’s no posts going around like “if a trans man rapes you no he didnt” or “youre just a trans mans flesh doll” or “if I hear that a trans man is racist then I’m going to assume whoever told me is transphobic” (quotes of posts i’ve seen reblogged about trans women) because there’s little to no female solidarity like there is male solidarity (the concept that a man will side with another man he hates or disagrees with over any woman, even one he agrees with), so I’m not saying that men being predatory is biological or anything, I’m saying that trans men simply do not have the social power nor class solidarity needed to call predators to their ranks in droves. Are there predatory trans men? Yes there’s predatory every kind of person.

So, if there’s very little social power gained with becoming a trans man, why are there more female trans people than male trans people? Because women are oppressed on the basis of sex. Escaping that oppression is the number one reason for transitioning (whether ftm or nb) for female humans. Whether it be sexual assault, harassment, or misogyny intersecting with other things like racism, homophobia, or the oppression associated with gender non-conformity, most trans men have a story to tell of a time they would have been treated better as a boy or man or a time they would have been not hurt if they were male. I know my transition story centered around my hatred of being a lesbian. I’m coming to terms with that in a more healthy way now, and not by pretending to be a straight man.

Other than the vague theories surrounding the movement and the real consequences of it, trans people are just people. Some are shit some are cool. Some realize what theyre doing and just think this is the best way to live with their shit, some are unaware and truly think they were born into a body that is not their own, and some are running a game.

Here, I’m mostly concerned with using logic to try to get people to become a little more self aware. (And passing the time at work) But if I can reblog a rant about “afab trans women” and make someone realize that we’re all saying the same things here and maybe we can reach an agreement and work together, great! If I can reblog a misogynist rant in the disguise of a trans rights rant and get someone to notice what theyre agreeing with, great!

If not, well this is a silly little blog. Radical feminism is much much much much much more than the trans issue. I’m busy helping women in abusive situations and trying to foster female friendship and solidarity. Imo, if we could get female solidarity with all female humans (cis women, trans men, female nbs) that would truly be a better world than one where no woman transitions but also no woman stands with one another.

(I know you also asked about nbs and genderqueer ppl but as I dont believe any form of trans is inherent, there is little difference to me between a trans man and an afab nb genderqueer person in terms of identity. Obviously each person is unique in terms of personality.)

I enjoy these types of questions, and if there’s anything that wasn’t clear or anything that you’re still wondering about, feel free to send another anon or dm me or whatevs! Thanks for the question! 😊

[insensiblelimerence]

Traveler ➹

Pairing: Ellie Williams x f!reader

Synopsis: You were supposed to know better, but here you were, maybe two hours max from turning. What about the life you were going to have? The life you could’ve had with Ellie?

Warnings: character death, angst, swearing, mentions of blood, descriptions of murder, weapons, apocalyptic events

I wrote this like two years ago and decided fuck it why not get this out of my horde of drafts?

UNEDITED. 18+ MINORS DNI.

That all seemed fucking stupid as you stare at the bite mark on your forearm, pupils glued onto it as you dropped the gun in your right hand.

How did you not notice..?

Ellie came in, trying to look over slowly as she noticed your gun on the floor.

“you look like hell. are you okay..?”

You quickly turn to her, a panic-stricken look to your face. you chuckle as you roll down your sleeve.

“it’s nothing,” you say.

“nothing at all.”

she frowns at your now bleeding blue jacket, looking from your sleeve and back at you.

“no way did you try and stitch yourself up again.” she jokes.

you give an awkward smile. “yup.. y’know me, always stitching myself up!”

she walks over to you quickly, grabbing your arm. she sighs, starting to pull up your sleeve. “let me see how you did, if you did it all jagged i swe-“

“stop!” you pull your arm away, adjusting your sleeve “i.. i think i saw someone out there, we.. we should go.”

“we’re in ass nowhere, there’s nobody nearby.”

you shake your head. “no, no i swear I saw one!”

she gives you a knowing look, before its your turn to sigh as you slowly take off your backpack. guess you two were staying here for the night.

—

half an our has passed. you can feel her eyes boring into your back as you doodle on the worn wood with a rock. you know you should tell her… but…. it’ll be hard.

ellie has already lost so much, and you want to protect her for as long as you can.

the sun has set by now, and you lean against the staircase.

you glance at ellie repeatedly, who hasn’t moved from her criss cross position on the floor. she makes eye contact with you, before rushing at you.

“holy shit!” you shout. she grabs your arm, pulling up the sleeve as you fight back. “ellie stop! you’re hurting me! what if you pull the stitch!”

it seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. the dried up mark pulsed on your arm, veins haywire. she stares at the bite mark with a blank face, her eyebrows furrowing. “are you fucking serious.”

you try to speak, but nothing comes out. your hand reaches hers, as you attempt to slowly pry her fingers off. when you touch hands, she suddenly explodes.

“why didn’t you tell me?!” she yells. “when did you get this?? do you not trust me?!”

the questions flood your head, and you feel dizzy. you stumble against the floor, tears pooling at your eyes.

“i’m sorry.”

“when did you get it?!” she repeats, shaking your arm.

just before you two got in the safe house, when you killed those clickers.

“i… i don’t know. i only saw it when we got in the house.”

her gaze softens, the grip on you loosening. she’s silent now. uncomfortably silent.

she lets go of you, but doesn’t move.

“when… when did you plan on telling me?”

“soon, i swear. i-“

“were you gonna just run away and kill yourself or what?! why couldnt you have fucking told me! i could have helped you! i could’ve- I-“ she chokes on her words, falling to her knees.

she hugs you tightly, cradling you slowly as if you were fragile. “i can’t lose you. not you too…”

you shiver against her breath as warm tears fall onto your shoulder. “we could.. we could amputate it. my arm, i mean.”

she lets go, gently taking off your jacket and inspecting your arm. “no use.” she says coldly, dropping both your arm and hers. you look at her, only for her not to look back.

“look, ellie i-“

“if you want me to do it i wont.”

“what?”

“i cant shoot you. even if you killed everybody i know i could never shoot you. i… i fucking said it. fucking embarrassing am i right..? i could never do it.” she rambles as she looks to the side.

ellie looked so god damn pretty right now. the moon glimmering in the window framed her face perfectly, as if she was sculpted by the gods herself.

you grab her face with your bite-free arm. even if she couldn’t get infected, you would never.

you look at her lips, and then her eyes. then her lips again. she stared at you gently, tears glossing her eyes. you kiss her softly, the feeling of her chapped lips against yours filling your heart with joy. you had waited so long to feel her lips, to feel them against yours. you had just wished it was under different circumstances. you let go, and she leans into you for more, but you stand your ground.

“i know you just said you cant,” you say quietly. “but neither can i. so someone needs to, y’know?” you chuckle.

ellie looks at you in shock. “what?” she feels the cold metal against her palm, and looks at the gun you slid into her hands. she glances back up. “no, no.. i…” she shakes her head. “i can’t, you know i can’t.”

you smile slowly. “i’m too much of a pussy to do it. we both know this. and if i have to go this way, i’d only want you to do it.”

you scoot back a little, so you rest against the stairs once more. she’s standing up now, towering over you as the gun lay limp in her hand.

“do it for me, ellie.” you murmur softly, refusing to make eye contact.

your gun shakes in her hand, and she swears she can feel the leftover warmth of you touching it. its now aimed at your head as you continue to smile at her.

“i can’t.”

you frown. “please.”

she’d never seen you beg, and realized it would be the last. you want it to be her. you want her to do this one last favor. and she’d be damned if she never did anythung for you in your last moments.

“i love you.” you whisper.

she looks away, biting her lips.

“i love you too.”

—

she picks up the blue stained jacket, gently wrapping your gun in it before packing it into her bag.

she grabs your limp body, huffing as she leaves the house with you in her arms. she reaches the door, glancing at the blood splatter against the wall of the staircase. she should have known. she thought to herself. you would have gushed about how beautiful the house must have been before the outbreak. she turns, leaving as she silently swears to never set foot in that house again. not while your blood soiled the floral wallpaper.

you two were going to go to this farm that dina had promised was amazing. jj and dina were waiting for you two. waiting for you to excitedly run to jj the second you got in the house, getting to meet the new baby. watching you gush about how cute he is and refuse to take your eyes off him. to finally be at peace.

she walked for a bit, before finding a patch of tall grass and moss, next to a fallen tree. the moon’s light gave it an ethereal feel to it. you would have loved to see this.

her grip tightened on you. she didn’t want to let go. as much as she wishes she could just easily lay you down and walk away she just couldn’t. she always couldn’t do something. she couldn’t ride a bike. she couldn’t swim. she couldn’t save you.

she couldn’t shoot you.

but she did.

so,

ellie gently laid you on the forest ground, taking off her coat and placing it over your face. she couldn’t look at you anymore. not without falling apart.

she backs up, staring at you one final time.

“see ya later i guess..” she chuckles. she feels her nails digging into her skin, tears crawling down her face. her clothes didnt feel right anymore. they felt itchy, uncomfortable, wet. only wet because of your blood of course. the redness on the hem of her shirt was suffocating, the coppery smell sending her into an internal fit.

it doesn’t matter what she can’t do. its now what she will do. and what she will do is kill abby. abby’s to blame. she’s the cause of this. if she never killed joel, they’d never even go to seattle. jesse wouldn’t be dead. all of this was because of abby. she couldnt kill abby she couldn’t save jesse.

she couldn’t save you.

in the end she still couldn’t.

she just couldn’t live without you.

[sillygoosealert]

So guys don’t be like me please but basically I been neglecting my personal needs and now I cant get out of bed. I feel terrible and then I thought of something (insane right?) what if Bi Han find out reader hasnt been taking care of themselves so he takes a day off to care for them

92jinnies, please pull through for me kitten 💕

To another episode, another day blurs

Bi-han comfort, mental episode

It's been 3 days since you've last brushed your teeth

12 hours since you last up to use the bathroom

And however long since you've last ate

Maybe you won't do anything

Maybe you won't be anyone

Your throat is dry and you can hear yourself blink

The room is dark and smells of cold air

Bi-Han hasn't seen you ever since you crawled into your room and never came out

Well, no one has seen you, but he's worried

He originally thought you ran away or went off

But when looking into your old room, he saw you there

You were just lying there, listening to your breath

He doesn't know what set you off this time, you were fine

But you get like this, where nothing works out and you can't stand to be alive

So you pretend you're not

You don't bathe, you don't eat, you have trouble sleeping at night too

All you can do is exist, but that too seems too much for you

Nothing is easy, but is even harder when you aren't normal

Maybe you look fine, but something is wrong with you

But he knew that when he met you, he knew he had to help you when you couldn't help yourself

So he walks into the room and goes by your side

You motion for him to get into the bed but he just picks you up instead

Carrying you to your shared room

Then he gets on the bed, with you on his lap

He's just cradling you to take in how bad it is this time

He pinches your cheek to see if you will do anything

You hum into him, you can't say anything right now

He starts to undress you, tossing your clothes near the bed

Then you both go into the bathroom, and you get placed into the bath while he runs the water

You put your knees up to your chest and lean your head on them

‘You are tired?’

You hum to that as you yawn

Going back to bed sounds better than anything right now

He scrubs you raw, washing your hair to the best of his abilities

Your hair is tangled and possibly matted, but it could be worse

He rinses you off before putting you on the floor

He dries you off and brings you to the bed

Dressing you in his boxers and shirt

‘Stay put. I am getting you fruit and milk to help give you good nutrients.’

‘Fruit and milk?’

You're giggling, you don't know why

He comes over and scratches your stomach

‘Did you want something else?’

‘I’m not hungry right now, maybe we can eat later..’

‘Oh. When did you last eat?’

‘I don't remember’

You're curled up in the blankets, close to going to bed

‘Then I will get you milk and fruit. Please try to eat when I come back with it.’

‘Okay..’

After he comes back he makes you brush your teeth before eating, then he helps you eat

You're shaking a lot and you don't even realize it

And you have trouble holding the bowl with fruit or drinking the milk

So he holds your chin and slowly tips the milk so you can drink

Then he feeds you pieces of fruit at your own pace

After he brushes out your hair, humming into your neck when he's finished

Picking you up, he rolls around with you in his arms on the bed

Then he lays ontop of you with his head in your neck

‘I am..here for you, even if no one else is’

‘Thank you’

You're crying now

And he lets you

He lets you cry however much you need to

And he doesn't leave you

He doesn't even think about it

It's you and him

If you have 100 supporters he is one of them

If you only have 1 that is him

If everyone was against you he would stay right by your side

You fall asleep in each other's arms

Nothing is wrong

You are at peace

You are fine with being someone

You are okay with living

Then you start a family but while pregnant you are MURDERED by Kuai Liang (you know he would, he was going to kill Frost but Harumi stopped him) and it is now Bi-Han against the world. He's alone again 🎀

[heartsouls]

no plz tell me all your thoughts about the gregory hate so I can reblog it💀

OHHH boy this is gonna be a long one buckle up

Ever since Gregory was first announced I believe most of the fandom have interpreted him as this frail child who was always on the verge of tears and needed G.Freddy’s protection (think C.C 2.0), but once the game came out most ppl were shocked to see this kid actually has a lot of bite to him and kicked ass (ppl’s first reactions to him destroying the animatronics still make me laugh).

This was MY first introduction to him, so I wasn’t completely taken aback but still pleasantly surprised. Most if not all his actions made sense or at least made sense for a 10yr boy to think/act. Giant robots coming after me with the intention to kill (and insulting me for no damn reason)? Yeah I’d probably add an extra kick in there for good measure. Then came the first repair scene, when Vanessa revealed the high possibility of Gregory being an homeless orphan everything just clicked into place for me.

OF COURSE that’s why Gregory was so aggressive, he had to learn how to fight on his own to survive he’d probably had to face even worse than this! He wasn’t going to let that all go to waste bc some weird murderous rabbit lady wanted to drag him into her plans. It explains why he brushed off G.Freddy’s worries about him bc he’s used to have to just keep moving and bare thru pain, especially in an environment where that’s really the ONLY thing you can do. It’s why he’s so blunt and can come off as rude bc he was most likely never taught how to behave “correctly” bc really who has the time?

He was just using all the knowledge he learned on how to survive from a cruel and harsh environment for another. But this time he has an ally for once, an adult (father) figure who actually cares about his wellbeing, it’s no wonder why he became so attached (but struggles to show it bc he’s not used to it). And through all that easily irritable aggression, there are moments to remind us he’s still a kid.

A useless fridge magnet? Yeah that is pretty lame man.

Now imagine my shock when I see others hating on him and calling him a villain. “How could he KILL the poor animatronics? He was so mean, he’s the true monster!” Wh- DID WE WATCH THE SAME GAME? You mean the same animatronics that says he doesn’t have anyone to care about him? Yeah real sweethearts they are. Gregory isn’t a damn monster, he’s a survivor! He’s doing what he only knows best, IT’S TO SURVIVE!

“How could he be so mean to G.Freddy??? Those are his friends! He made Freddy feel bad!” Trust me when I say that Gregory cares about G.Freddy ALOT, did you see his reactions whenever G.Freddy got hurt??? That’s his father thank you very much!

“How could he have killed Vanny in that one ending?! He’s the real villain!” …Do I even need to explain this one?

And ohhhhhh don’t get me started on the awful “bratty gremlin devil” Gregory HCs. Now this isn’t to say that Gregory can’t be a gremlin or whatever. He can be, he is a bit cheeky, but then some started to intensify it and made it his entire personality. No, Gregory wasn’t just itching to rip Roxy’s eyes out or do the next batshit insane thing, he noticed the other upgrades and put two and two together (It gets more weird and slightly disrespectful when they add in the homeless thing as if that automatically makes someone act “feral”….tiktok.)

And then we have the complete opposite where some portray him as what I mentioned in the first paragraph. The poor helpless child who cant handle anything by himself…even though that’s complete bullshit (he’s also usually portrayed to be obnoxiously sweet for some reason). I don’t think many ppl realize how often were not in G.Freddy during SB, and Gregory is described to be quick on his feet and wits (plus his tools) and he doing damn well by himself! [Obviously this isnt to say that he didnt need G.Freddy’s help and protection, ofc he did, he just didnt need to RELY on it like some ppl make it seem he did].

(I know we went a bit off-topic for the last two paragraphs, trust me it connects)

All of this comes down to simply that some just can’t accept the fact that Gregory isn’t their perfect victim. He doesn’t crumble to the floor and beg for G.Freddy to help him up like they want him too. He’s not shy and sheepishly asking for help like they think he’s supposed to. And when they realize that part they try to push him into the other far end where he’s crazy, cold, and cruel. But he’s not. He cares, and he cares deeply. He’s still a little boy, he cried and tried to cover his face when he saw Vanny die. He should be leaping in victory, he killed his killer after all right? But he didn’t, bc despite everything she was still a human being, and he was so scared.

He has complex trauma (duh), he’s not this way or that way, and I get it. It’s hard to write or draw that kind of trauma for Gregory, especially when SB didn’t really give us much. But the way ppl act as if that’s what he actually is is soooooo frustrating. In my opinion the fact that his trauma is so complex and the fact he’s not your typical written victim is what makes him so interesting! And I feel like a lot ppl were slowly getting around to it…

Until GGY and Ruin happened and the hate came back so much worse, Welcome to the real Freddy Hell.

[certifiedstarrr]

stone cold - c.s pt.2 of "i'll beat her bitch ass."

pt1

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femvolleyballplayer!y/n x comforting!chris

warnings: cursing, crying, intentional lowercase, no grammar used (intentional), detailed brutal fighting, mentions of death, ig triggering topic, use of y/n (sorry?) ig angst???

summary: somerville won the semi-finals and amelia's team goes home. amelia should wish that she hadn't said that because y/n doesnt play when it comes to someone talking about her boyfriend. shits about to go down.

this is set in some random ass au that i can’t really explain😭

p.s sorry to people named amelia, no hate to y’all !💗

also be kind to others please !!

don’t like don’t read !!

find some other shit to do.

not proofread (a bitch don’t got no time for that shit)

this is my creative work and i do not approve of plagiarism in any way. i also do not approve of reposting my work onto other apps or anything of the idea. SSTVRNIOLOO 2024.

a/n: HEYY , so this is your surprise fic series ive been working onnnn ~ also my laptop stopped working so i don’t have the option of typing anymore, so it’ll be on my phone or ipad. (mostly ipad though) 💔

wc: 2k

enjoy !!

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im going to beat this motherfucker up.

how dare she slap me, tell chris is only dating me because im just a "good fuck", and saying didnt love me.

im going to beat her so bad that her nose is so fucking crooked. so bad that she cant speak. that shes hospitalized just as long that i was when she injured me.

after she slapped me i pounced on her. yanking at her hair & jaw to get her to look at me.

"whos laughing now, bitch?"

laughing, i bitch slap her right back and punch her in the nose. nobody even dares to fucking touch me. no one.

i jump on her pounding her head onto the glossy gym floors. throwing many punches at her nose and face, practically drilling my knuckles into her faceーwith. no. absolute. mercy.

i didnt care how bad her injuries were gonna be. i could actually care less.

my white jerseyーwell, previouslyーwas now splattered with her blood.

"yeah get her ass !!"

meghan yelled from the bench. i love meg.

nobody was really going to stop me. i probably looked like a monster.

"please stop!! im sorry !"

amelia yelped and screamed. i heard herーloud and clearーbut didn't give no fucks.

throwing punches directly at her nose, hoping to complete my goal of making her; already hideous nose; crooked as hell.

her face drowned of ruby red coloured blood. her mouth draining of blood and face bruised and cut.

i could practically kill her. but do i want murder charges though? no.

i looked at her twisted nose in proudness & enjoyment. he nose was perfectly crooked how i wanted it to be.

all this timeーwith out realizing itーi'd also been fighting off the refs and amelia's teamates. i was also tuning out the repeatedly blown whistle.

well too late. the damage was done. she was definitely fucked up.

its called payback, bitch.

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she surprisingly got up, stumbling around before she threw a hand at me. she punched my nose and scratched my cheek.

i felt the burning sensation on my cheek and my blood sprinting down my cheek.

“you motherfucker!”

she furiously yelled at me, with tears running down her face, mixing in with the blood.

my eyes shot down to the gym floor. it was one big puddle of blood. i grinned crazilyーlike a fucking serial killer.

we were both standing in fighting positions, ready to quite literally kill each other.

i caught chris’ big blue orbs staring at me. he was also grinning. he knew the rivalry that me and amelia have; that’s why he never stopped me.

the crowd was chanting my name. they all backed me up on this rivalry comepletely.

our faces were both decorated with blood. but mine didn’t have tears streaming down them.

i knew i was going to penalized for the tournament. i most definitely was; without question.

this beef wasn’t with any of our other teammates, it was only between me and her. though everybody knew what amelia did to me last season.

the referees and her teammates finally pulled us away from each other. both screaming profanities at eachother.

but suddenly whilst she was walking back to her bench. she fell. its all because i knocked her outー

stone cold.

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as my coach walked me to the locker room, i heard cheering, applause and more loud chanting of my name. they all knew the beef between amelia and i.

i got to the locker room with my coach and sat down.

“you’re expecting me to yell at you or something, hm?”

my coach monique said.

“yep.”

“well i’m not. i’m so proud of you for beating that bitch up.”

coach monique laughed.

“thank you! i thought everybody thought i was a monster for doing that”

“you’re a monster on the court. but thatーthat was just handing pure business.”

“thank you coach”

coach monique walked back out the the court to settle my team and talk to the refs.

suddenly, chris walked in to the locker room.

“oh hey chris”

“hey baby”

he went in to hug me but i gestured no.

“unless you want blood on your shirt, i don’t think you should.”

“i don’t really care”

he hugged me tightly and i hugged right back.

“so how’d the fight even start y/n?” chris questioned

“well first she slapped me because i was supposedly “cheating” then told me that you were only dating me because i was a “good fuck” and you didn’t love me”

i explained calmly.

“that little bitch.” chris said low-toned.

“and that’s exactly why her nose is crooked as fuck”

i grinned, remembering how her nose looked.

“i’m gonna go back to the stands and get to car.” chris said.

“okay see you in a bit baby”

he gave me a swift kiss on the lips and walked out the locker room.

i grabbed a wet towel and dabbed at my cuts and bruisesーa burning sensation each time i dabbed at them.

changing back into my clothes and taking my sports bag. i head to the car and greet my friends.

i hated the media. and now they were following me.

i stepped out the door and walked to car where all my friends were. i ran up to nick first.

“hey babes!” nick said excitedly.

“hey nickk” matching his same energy.

group hugging lauren and angelina (angie) happily while getting tons of dumb questions from the media that was previously following me.

also greeting matt aswell, making sure to make him smile.

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parking into the driveway, me, matt, chris, and nick got out the car and heading inside the house.

nick and matt went to their rooms, leaving me and chris to go to our shared one.

“i need a shower” i said.

“okay baby i’ll go after you” chris said.

..

i closed the bathroom door and started stripping my clothes off. once fully done, i stepped inside the shower, turning the water on and letting the water stream down.

the water mixed in with the little blood that was left on me. falling on the shower tiles.

i took my loofah and put soap on it and watched it grow soap suds on it. i got lost in relaxing feeling of hot water and sudsy soap. it just rejuvenated me.

..

hopping out the shower, and drying myself with my towel. i threw on my clothes that were laid out on the counter. i opened the bathroom door and felt the cold air rush past me.

i stretched out on the shared bed and get a call.

it’s from my aunt. she never calls me. why now?

“hey y/n it’s me”

my aunt sounded like she was crying. but why?

“yes auntie?”

“y/n y-you’re parents died.”

i dropped my phone on the bed.

no. this is some kind of sick joke.

my eyes darted everywhere, trying to register what i just heard.

they couldn't have died. i saw them last night when they flew to London.

when they disappointed me telling me they couldn't make it to my game. i had totally forgot about that when i looked around in the stands.

then, i broke out into a loud, ugly, sob.

chris’ eyes immediately shot to me.

“what happened y/n??” his voice laced with worry and concern.

"my parents- they-" i couldn't finish my sentence.

"take your time ma" chris said gently.

i could hardly believe my parents died. it just wasn't possible.

chris hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead, trying to get me to calm down.

i sobbed. i loved my parents so much. sure we weren't on the best terms with eachother lately. but i still loved them dearly.

and the worst part is, the last thing i ever said to them but "i hate you both"

"chris the last thing i said to them wasn't even i love you!" i wailed, still sobbing.

"shh y/n" chris calmed.

then chris just held me there. no words. no sound. nothing.

just silence.

he knew what had happened by the hints i dropped.

i just couldn't bring myself to say it. not yet.

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i awoke, wrapped in chris' arms. i looked over the time,

1:56pm

a solid 13 hours of sleep.

yet i still felt tired.

i had no energy. so many missed calls and texts.

i knew what they were all gonna say,

"We're so sorry for your lost! If there's anything we can do to help let us know."

well you most certainly cant fix those empty parental figures;

hell, i'm an orphan now.

so bullshit.

i opened tiktok bored out of my mind and started scrolling.

i saw a tiktok of a girl who looked around my age with both her mom and dad , doing a dance.

why cant that be me?

..

i was at my desk a couple minutes later, hatching a plan.

because what if my parents really weren't dead,

what they faked it?

well its time to find out.

chris woke up groggily,

"morning ma" he yawned.

"morning baby" i answered swiftly.

"what are you doing?" he asked.

"we're flying to london."

extra: soooooooooo this took so long for no reason but here it isssss.

school was beating my ass fr fr

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[im-out-of-it]

when Thomas gets accused of murder, why can’t that be his pov? I’m sorry but this has nothing to do with James. I get he has this whole being tied to belial or whatever thing but this should’ve been all about Thomas. why can’t he have a conversation with Gideon and Sophie about this? why can’t it be Eugenia? WHY CANT IT BE THOMAS’S POV

this is what I meant before by inappropriate povs and the fact that thomastair doesn’t get expanded the way they deserve. could’ve used this time to include Thomas’s pov, have him speak with Gideon and watch Gideon be the fucking fantastic father that he is

Sophie gets excluded out of the whole series practically. I’m sorry but if my son is accused of murder, I’d want to talk to them. maybe they did talk and it’s cut out of the story. the whole thing is about how James feels about all of it and we don’t really get to see Thomas’s feelings much about it

we see matthews and James reactions when Alastair strides in protecting his beloved but WHY CANT THAT BE IN THOMAS’S POV. this is the man who Thomas for so long adored and admired and then was angry at after he found out about the rumors. and to know he’s still trying to protect Thomas, like I want his damn thoughts!!!!!

WHY CANT WE GET ALASTAIR’S POV ABOUT THIS

they had a falling out but I’m more interested in reading about this than Will cracking jokes about a sword and having to hear about his and Tessa’s issues. I DONT CARE. this would’ve been a really good time to start giving Alastair page time (I would’ve made the whole book about him but whatever) and give Thomas’s pov more meaning

I’m sorry but I don’t like the fact it’s James pov. didnt we suffer enough of his thoughts and endured??? and then when we do get Cordelia’s pov (I think) and she says one thing about Alastair and then moves onto what matters to her: James. I’m sorry but she’s so fucking selfish. your brother was protecting someone who is part of a group you’re so bloody desperate to fit into and he could’ve gotten hurt or killed but off to more interesting stuff, right? I’m sorry but I don’t think she is a good sister to Alastair and I’m a little biased because I love him so much but I really think she should have really shown up for him

I honestly just wanted to see Gideon and Gabriel parent and it’s a shame they get shoved in the back but don’t worry, if anything traumatizing happens, will and Tessa will be there for a fuck fest because that is what matters most!!!!!! don’t worry about grieving anyone or about anyone’s states because Will and Tessa matter more than anyone else

I can see Gideon reassuring Thomas and saying “I know you didn’t kill anyone. you wouldn’t harm anyone son.” or something like that and Eugenia defending her brother to anyone who speaks against him and Sophie also defending her son against the clave. I JUST WANT SOME LIGHTWOOD BONDING TIME I KNOW ITS A LOT TO ASK FOR CC so someone else provide PLEASE

[batwynn]

Ok so since my last post about Palestine on this blog*, which I spent multiple days writing to try to make it as clear as possible where I stand and how I feel about both what is happening and how people are using their couch activism to do nothing but get internet points against other people on the internet, I’ve received a bunch of ‘go girl give us nothing’ kind of anons praising me for ‘not taking a stance’ or yelling at me for ‘not talking a stance’.

Which, for one. No. Just because don’t talk about everything that I do to support important causes does not mean I don’t do anything. I’m not posting my donation receipts online for your approval.

I’m also… I’m genuinely lost as to how that was the message received. I know I’m autistic af, but don’t feel like that’s what I said at all and I can’t figure out why that’s what people got from it.

This will be another long post with basically the same information as the last one, but put more bluntly. If you are still struggling to understand where I stand, I genuinely don’t know how to help you with this anymore and I’m not spending more energy hashing it out for you.

I thought I said, pretty explicitly, that I think colonizing entities and terrorism is bad. That genocide is bad. I thought it was very clear that I don’t support the murder of many thousands of people—tens of thousands of children. I included the USA in this previous statement explicitly because we are backing a genocide, yet again. (If not, you know, directly doing genocide against people ourselves.) I expressed clearly, I thought, that I did not support anyone killing innocent people, as a reminder to the ‘what-about-ers’, who like to say that people who don’t agree with a genocide ‘cheer on’ what the Hamas did to random citizens. I cant 100% say I know enough about the Hamas and their desires to tell you much more of my thoughts about that. It’s been a constant struggle with misinformation, in general, but a lot of it surrounding them and their beliefs/actions.

I thought it was also pretty clear that I am so far removed from this that I’m constantly aware that me saying anything could be based on wrong, outdated, or mistranslated info at any given point. I’m catching up as fast as I can, continuously educating myself, and voiding years of propaganda from growing up in this shitty ass country with its shitty ass education propaganda system. I mean a lifetime of messages directly from the media, our politicians, teachers, etc. to not pay attention because it’s ’not our problem’ as a country and there’s ’always a war there’ so ‘don’t care about it’ and ‘don’t react.’ Which is part of the reason why I made the original post, because I do care and I am reacting, and it does matter.

So, I guess I have to say it again, because as hard as I tried to get the message through last time, it apparently got lost somewhere.

I do not support the ongoing genocide of Palestine. I do not support the crimes against humanity that I have seen happening there. I do not support murder and terrorism. I do not support the country I am forced to live in, and its involvement in this. (USA)

I do love my Jewish and Muslim friends. I do not believe in a bigoted hatred against either religious grouping based on the actions of some people. I support the Jewish people standing up for Palestine. I do want peace. I do want healing. But I am also aware that peace and healing is something heavily owed to Palestine for many years now, and that it can’t be achieved until something massively changes in how the world and Israel treat them.

Now, if this statement is not clear enough or is said the ‘wrong way’ or isn’t ‘right’ or just isn’t what you want to hear. I’m sorry. I always struggle with communication, and I’m genuinely not good at this. I tried so hard with the last post, and I was still told that I was doing nothing and saying nothing. The only thing I can ask is that you give me the smallest amount of kindness and understanding, and assume that I am trying to communicate compassion for people suffering. Give me the benefit of the doubt, if you can, that I just fucking care about people who are being hurt.

And lastly, please keep your ‘what about’ bullshit out of my inbox. I can’t address every single thing, all the time. I can’t know every single thing, all the time. I’m aware of multiple horrific things happening in the world right now and how important it is to pay attention to them. I do share and talk about them on my side blog* that is dedicated to that kind of thing, but this one thing in particular is something people keep coming to me about in my inbox here and I’m addressing it this one last time.

*Again, my main blog here has always been mostly about my art and projects, and after years of people outright screaming at me to keep it that way and to not include any current events, political, or ‘too personal’ posts I’ve long since moved most of that over to my side blog. Many of you already follow me there or know what blog it is. I am not sharing it again because I’m tired of having personal life things I share being used to hurt me. Also, one last reminder that you can’t have it both ways. You either want to know my personal stuff and political stuff, or you don’t and only want to see my art. You don’t get both. And this will be the last time I address this here.

[eyeofnewtblog]

Things that happen at home:

So, as @mistressorinoco has been teaching me over the many long years; Americans are NOT the Center Of The Universe (which we have incorrectly been lead to believe) but as we wander ever forward in the streams of time, I do always wonder.

I’m coming up on American Thanksgiving, which is a holiday about giving thanks for, y’know, originally not being murdered by indigenous people and having a good harvest for the first year in the New World, but in a modern sense it’s about getting together and everyone eating and cooking and cleaning so much that we nap in front of the tv while the parade or football (soccer or American, honestly doesn’t matter, there’s a ball and players and a referee) happens in the background while we chat with people that we haven’t talked to in a year because the only thing we have in common is “family tradition and recipes” which is honestly fine. I actually like 99.9% of my relatives.

I suppose my question to the world at large is this; name one thing you are grateful for, right this instant.

Don’t worry about what the thing is, just name it. Don’t worry about all the bad things piling up around you like snow an avalanche; name the one thing you’re grateful for, no matter what.

I’ll go first. I’m grateful that I have an amazing family, a great job, an awesome husband, and wonderful friends. I’m grateful and I acknowledge that I’m truly blessed with what Life/the Lord has given me.

This last year has been really hard, emotionally and financially, but no matter how many times I’ve wanted to permanently check out, I’ve always been given a reason by a higher power on why that would negatively impact my immediate circle.

So, during these family reunions and gatherings, always remember; you affected and effectively operated in someone’s life. You matter. You are important. You don’t just disappear when you’re gone. You live on, in people’s minds and memories and you get brought up long after you’ve left by your children and grandchildren.

The only important thing to leave behind is the lasting memory of the love you gave. So pour your heart out on all the things you love; withering plants, dying cats, coworkers afraid of your cants; love and live like you aren’t afraid of being hurt. There’s no fear in pain of a broken bone when death can happen at any moment.

[cuddl3s4shur1]

Thought You Could Get Away

Yandere Shuri x Friend Black fem

Summary: As you try to get the Dora Miljae to understand you and what you saw . Yet they don’t listen to you at all.That leads you to take matters into your own hands. Which leads you in a facility. You are escaped from shuri but not for long before you where kidnapped.

Authors Note: Enjoy this story and yeah

Timeline:After Wakanda forever

One shot or series: Series

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Part 1 Part 2:Power Part 3

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Y/n’s Pov

“You have to believe I’m not fucking crazy it was queen shuri “ you yell at some random Dora Miljae. “People who’s crazy say there not crazy so ma,am be honest “I am being honest if you would stop having your head up your ass you would see that MY BEST FRIEND WAS KILLED BY QUEEN SHURI IM NOT MAKING SHIT UP” you tell at them. You can tell they didn't care at all they weren't going to believe you because being honest she's the queen. Why would they think she's a murderer? “Ma, am we are trying to help you-” you cut them not wanting to here them anymore. “If you were trying to help me you would try to look for clues so you're not helping me “ you say snapping at them. You weren't going to let this case be unsolved.”Ma, am we cant help you if your lying and yelling and or screaming” they say trying to calm you down. “Mhm ok whatever you say rolling your eyes at them. “I and my friend have bracelets so if she needs helps I will get an alert I got the alert and went to the location to see queen Shuri dragging my friend. “ you say as you have a tear down your face. “Lady we told you to stop lying this is the 15 time you have lied on if you lie again we will have to take you to a cell. “Fine I’ll just leave “

You left the Dora Miljae report center and took matters until your own hands . You where going to go to the palace they where having a meeting so this was them time to spread the word.

You wore a black suit it was like your power color. You needed the power color because you had to be in power about sharing this moment in your life. Thinking about how your friend ari almost became 6 feet deep hunts you.

(Outfit idea you can imagine whatever)

You knock on the door where the meeting was held . You hear someone makes the way to the door. “Are you supposed to be here “ a Dora Miljae questions you. “Yes I have a statement that is needed” you exclaim. “Come in” they say as they wait for you to walk in . You walk in and stop at the center instead of sitting down

“There is a murder in this room. You may know that recently a murder has been rooming the streets of wakanda. But did you know that a day ago that murder would tried to kill my best friend Ari Simmons. I’m going to tell the story from the beginning. I was on the phone with queen shuri and I told her something that happened at work . I ended the call and watched tv for a good 3 hours until I got a notification from my friend. She sent me her location. I went to the location to see the person in all black . They where about Shuri’S height and I asked a question “what are you doing with my friend “ and than SHURI responded with “I can explain” you fellow queen is a murder of more than my bestfriend but the other people who have went missing “ you say as you end your statement .

“Gaurds take her away” shuri yells . “You’re mad that I’m right “ . You make your final statement before the gaurds dragged you out of the palace.

The two Dora Miljae from earlier where your drivers to some place. “We told you if you did anymore radical statements we would take you cell but you crossed the line we’re taking you to a mental health facility “ they say yelling at you.

The Dora Miljae forces you to walk in the facility. You put up a 0 fight if you did it would make it worse . You walked into the entrance and see a young lady standing. Infront of you . You gesture the two lady’s to get off you. “You must be y/n” the lady says with a smile . “Oh yes that’s me “ you exclaim faking a smile. “Well looks like I have to give you a tour “

The young lady gives you tour and tells you your daily schedule . “This will be your roommate and your room” She says as she opens the room door. You see a guy laying on the twin sized bedroom.

You walk into the room and take a seat on the other twin bed. “So what are you in here for “ the guy says as he turns around . “Being honest I’m in here for telling the truth of a murder “ you say annoyed . “Looks like that makes 2 “ you look at the guy more “kev?” You question the guy . “Y/n” he asks back at you. You two get up to hug .

For the next couple minutes you and kev told why you were in here and what was going on.

“Looks like the duo is back as where here to start chaos” kev explains. “You know it “ you say smiling.

“So how’s your powers going “ kev asks . It was only a couple people who knew .”it’s been hard try to keep in under wraps but you know I rarely use it “ you explain to kev.

You had powers for the darkness with the power you had more speed and strength when using it. The darkness also found you as the owner of the dark so it would protect you . You could also use it to manipulate your surroundings so if you where in any bad situation that situation would become bad for the other .

“You barley using it is good but what if just comes out” he says getting scared.

With your powers if you don’t use is comes out during a random time you can tell when it’s going to happen .

“I should be good for a good minute” you say ending the convo . The young lady from earlier opens the door “Y/n someone would like to talk to you” You roll your eyes hoping it’s not who you think it is.

You make your way to the visiting center . You see a empty table with queen shuri sitting on the other side.

“Excuse me can I go back to my room I don’t want to talk to my visitor” you exclaim to the young lady. “Y/n I recommend that you talk to the young lady she may want to help you get out” the young lady says as she smiles.

You walk over to the table and sit across from shuri.” What do you want “ you ask her confused. “Y/n let me take you home “ she says trying to be nice . “No shuri I’m not going anywhere with you” you spat at her.”Y/n you need me to protect you and I can’t protect you if your in this place” she says acting like she cares . “I’d rather be in the facility than be with you” you get up from the chair and you go back to your room.

“Kev We gonna break outa this mf “ you say as you walk in the room.”Where we gonna go” he asks you. “We’re going to go to my place and where going to have to leave wakanda I’m not going to stay here knowing I basically have a stalker “ you exclaim. “Alright”

You and kev thought of the plan and how you guys where going to breakout .

“So we got a plan” you ask kev with a smirk. “Hell yeah” he says.

The plan know started now

Shuri’s Pov

“CHECK HER HOUSE CHECK IT FOR CLUES ON WHATEVER AND AFTER YOUR GOING TO BREAK IN THE FACILITY AND GET HER AND KILL THE KEVIN GUY” I yell at the guards . “DONT JUST STAND THERE GET TO WORK” I spat yelling at my team

Y/n she was beautiful a angel she was my sunshine. And I would anything to make her mine. I killed people for her yet she doesn’t even care. She cares for someone else . Her old friend Kev. I don’t get what she sees and him. So that means I have to get him away from her.

“Ms. Shuri…” A quiet lady calls my name . “What “ I ask confused on what she wanted to tell me . “Y/n and the kev guy broke out the facility and they don’t know where she is “ . “If you don’t find her I will you like I did the others “ I say yelling at the lady . “I’m- I’m sorry Ms. Shuri “ . “Send out a amber alert and searching for her as we speak”

Y/n’s Pov

As I look at my apartment from afar I see Dora Miljae coming out of the complex . “Where not going to go to my apartment where going to have to go by foot- “ you stop talking to kev as hands cover your mouth.

You start to scream but it’s muffled. You begin to use your powers against the person even though you put up a fight until you stopped

You lost kev but you also hoped he was alive because if it was up to Shuri (which it is)he’s going to end up

Dead

[soulful-blooms]

Moon 0 - Beginnings and Bereavement

CW for manipulation, emotional abuse, graphic death, gore, and murder of a spouse.

Bloomheart sat in camp, eyes closed as the sun shone upon his fur. He took a deep breath in… held it… deep breath out. He opened his eyes when he heard pawsteps coming into camp. A hunting patrol. He noticed a masked gray tabby she-cat, a long-furred pale smoke and white tom, and a black rosette tom each carrying a piece of prey. The masked she-cat had a squirrel, and carried it to the nursery. One of the kits, a black tabby she-cat, immediately ran over and took the squirrel. Bloomheart knew her to be named Rainkit. She was only a moon old, and had been newly weaned. The black rosette tom, Ravenswoop, was her father. Her mother, Shatterfeather, was watching her. 

Bloomheart expected the kit to start eating the squirrel, and was horrified when she batted it across the clearing. She chased it, and batted it back in the direction of the nursery. Bloomheart rose to his paws and padded over. He cast a glance at Shatterfeather. She seemed a bit uncomfortable too. Her eyes met his, and he put a paw in between the kit and the squirrel. “Rainkit, you shouldn’t play with your food. It gave its life to help sustain yours. It deserves respect.” He mewed gently. Rainkit looked up at him with big kitten eyes. “Sowwy…” She mewed, lowering her head. Bloomheart purred. “It’s okay little one. Just be more ca-” he was cut off by a hiss, as Ravenswoop approached him. “Leave her alone, Bloomheart. She was just having fun. The squirrel is dead, what does it matter?” He growled. Bloomheart’s ears turned back. “I didn’t mean to overstep my bounds, Ravenswoop, but the squirrel made a noble sacrifice.” He argued. “Noble? Ha! That squirrel ran tail-lengths before Bearchasm caught it. Squirrels dont make ‘sacrifices’. No prey does. They arent ‘noble’ or whatever other word you wanna use for them. They’re food. Nothing more.” He snarled. He turned to Shatterfeather. “Isn’t that right? Why didn’t you tell him to buzz off?” He scolded. Shatterfeather turned to Bloomheart. “Bloomheart, i… i think you should go.” She mewed, not meeting his eyes. Bloomheart glared at Ravenswoop, but he walked off. He didn’t understand what Shatterfeather could see in him. Bloomheart and Shatterfeather had been friends since kithood. He didn’t hold any romantic feelings for her himself, but he knew she deserved better than a tom that talked over her. He knew Shatterfeather had the same view on life that he did. The view that everything had a spirit in it. The view that everything around them deserves respect. He’d witnessed cats disrespecting everything lately. From plants that they trampled, to prey that kits merely played with without eating. He’d brought it up to their leader, but had just been laughed at. He couldn’t take this anymore. I don’t wanna stay with cats that cant respect the sacrifices of nature. He thought to himself. He made up his mind. Tomorrow, he’d leave, and bring any cats along with him that agreed with his feelings.

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The next day, just after the dawn hunters left, Bloomheart was quick to talk to his clanmates. He spoke to Shatterfeather first. “Shatterfeather, do you want to come with me to form our own group? Like some of our former clanmates did?” He asked his friend. He’d made sure to ask when Ravenswoop was out of camp. He knew the tom wouldnt come with them, and he knew Ravenswoop would try to make Shatterfeather stay too. Shatterfeather avoided eye contact. “I.. I don’t know. I cant leave Rainkit, and.. Im worried shes too young to travel.” She mewed. Bloomheart put a paw on his friend’s shoulder. “She can come with us. She is very young, yes, but we can protect her. And i’m gonna gather more cats too. I know you feel the way i do about how our clanmates disrespect our home. We can raise her in a group where she’s taught about the sacrifices of the land in which we live, and of the spirits that keep balance between life and death.” He mewed. Shatterfeather was silent a moment longer, but finally nodded. “I’ll come. And i’ll bring Rainkit too. I’ll.. have to make sure Ravenswoop doesn’t find out though.” She mewed. Bloomheart nodded, and went to gather more cats.

It was sunhigh by the time he was done. He’d gathered a group of 10 cats, not counting himself: Bearchasm, the masked she-cat ; Mumblenose, a light brown and black mottled she-cat ; Guppydance, a silver smoke she-cat ; Robinfur, a long-furred dark brown tabby she-cat ; Rimewater, the pale smoke and white tom ; Sloepaw and Greenpaw, two of the younger cats and a long-furred dorsal-striped tom and a pale ginger smoke she-cat respectively ; Shatterfeather and Rainkit, and Pikebumble. Pikebumble was one of the senior cats, and a brown ticked she-cat. Pikebumble had asked herself if she could come. She had said it sounded like an adventure, and she hadn’t experienced much fun since she’d gotten older. Bloomheart had agreed, and the cats were about to set out. They’d gathered a bit away from camp, having all left separately so as to not raise suspicion. Bloomheart had just finished making sure everyone was ready, when a voice hissed at them.

“Traitors!” Came the angry voice of Ravenswoop. He stalked over to the group, with two other cats at his side. “Bloomheart… I knew you were full of mousedung, but i didn’t think you’d try and steal my own mate and kit away from me.” He snarled. He then glared at Shatterfeather. “I thought you were smarter than this. Do you think you and Rainkit will survive out there without me or the others to protect you? Do you think Bloomheart and his little motley crew can do anything to protect you and Rainkit?” He snarled, stepping toward her menacingly. “Stop this harebrained thinking and come back to camp. Both you and Rainkit.” Bloomheart stepped between him and the queen. “Back off, Ravenswoop. Why should she come with you? You’ve done nothing but demean and mistreat her. Unlike you, we truly do care about her and Rainkit. We’ll protect them with our lives.” He hissed. “We-” he was cut off as Ravenswoop pounced on him, claws unsheathed. Bloomheart unsheathed his claws, fighting back, as the other two cats grabbed Shatterfeather with their own claws and one lifted up Rainkit by the scruff. He saw out of the corner of his eye as they tried forcing her back to the camp. With one strong, furious kick, he dislodged Ravenswoop and pounced at the nearest of the other two cats. He dislodged the she-cat, fighting with tooth and claw. Bearchasm and Robinfur fought the other cat, making him release Rainkit and getting Rainkit over to Pikebumble and Rimewater.

After the cat Bloomheart was wrestling turned tail and fled, he turned to see Shatterfeather hissing at Ravenswoop. He stood back, watching and listening, as she spoke. “Ravenswoop.. You have done nothing but disrespect me and my opinions since we became mates. Bloomheart tried to warn me, but i didnt listen. I was too afraid to stand up to you. But im not afraid now. I shouldve done this moons ago. I will NEVER come back with you. I will NEVER give you my heart again. Now, leave us ALONE.” She yowled. Bloomheart smiled. He’d always known Shatterfeather could stand up for herself, and had been sad to see her hesitance when she became mates with Ravenswoop. He was glad to see she got her fire back now.  

However, his happiness turned to fear, as Ravenswoop lunged with claws unsheathed at his former mate. He pinned her, snarling. “You mousebrain..” He hissed, before biting hard on her neck. Bloomheart saw Pikebumble cover Rainkit’s eyes, as she screamed in fear as her mother’s throat was ripped out. Bloomheart felt sick. Ravenswoop turned to the group. “Fine. Leave. We’ll be stronger without you lot.” He snarled, turning and leaving with his remaining minion at his side. 

Bloomheart ran to Shatterfeather. She was choking, but managed to speak. “B-Bloom..heart… thank you… t-take… take care… of R-Rainkit…” She choked, as Rainkit ran over. “Mommy!” she wailed. Shatterfeather turned to her daughter, her gaze warm. “B-Be good… for Bloomheart. I’ll… be… watching… you…” she gasped out, as she took her last breath. Rainki wailed, burying her face in her mother’s fur. Bloomheart sat beside the kit, curling his tail around her. It was only then he’d noticed his tail was bleeding. The she-cat he fought mustve gotten it at some point when they were wrestling. He’d been so full of adrenaline, he hadn’t noticed. Mumblenose padded over and whispered, “i’ll have to take a look at that tail later.” Bloomheart nodded, as Mumblenose and the rest of the group gathered around Shatterfeather’s body. They looked to Bloomheart, and he realized they wanted him to say something. Anything. 

He took a deep breath, and spoke. “Shatterfeather was my best friend since kithood. She’d always been brave and fierce, and never let anyone tell her what to do. My heart was broken when she lost that quality after becoming mates with Ravenswoop. I’m happy to see she remembered who she was, even if it was only moments before her death. I vow to protect Rainkit, as per Shatterfeather’s wishes, and i will protect the rest of you. Shatterfeather’s death will not be in vain. We’ll bury her here, so her body may provide nourishment to the soil and plants. May her spirit travel safely to the afterlife, and watch over us as we journey to new lands.”  When he was silent, every cat bowed their heads, even Rainkit. Rainkit pressed herself against Bloomheart, and he knew he’d keep his promise. He’d raise Rainkit as if she were his own daughter, and he’d keep Shatterfeather in his memories. He’d teach Rainkit about the spirits of nature, and about the cycle that kept everything in balance. He knew the journey would be tough, but they could do it. Together. 

[my-memed-tw-adventures]

So with beanfest back I figured it was time to actually talk about my favourite moments

Still gotta do the Scalding Sands event but it’s fine I KNOW WHAT IM DOING

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Beanfest: Survival of the Beanest

Gonna do the first game first before the repeat one. Honestly, could barely remember what happened before I went through it again lol. It’s still good shit

Like Jade just jumping in to save our butts and being the chillest ever? Mans just vibes and takes a selfie with Cater so fast. Paired with Cater saying clutch. Who could ask for better teammates

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Damn Leona need some aloe vera FOR THAT BURN?! I’m not funny. Ruggie low key throwing shade at Leona is the best part of this relationship tho

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Azul bullying party! I love the athletic Savanaclaw poking fun at Azul, even Jack. Cause laughing at Azul for having no stamina is fun, until you remember you also don’t have stamina but it’s fiiiiine

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Rook. Rook just being his overdramatic self instead of fleeing with Trey who could not be more done with his shit lol. I love that Rook insists on calling Trey by this name no matter how many times he asks Rook not to

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DAMMIT CATER! NO WONDER WE KEEP ALMOST GETTING FUCKED! I can’t believe it took Cater that long to realize this shit. I’m also surprised that the kids have their phones still. Like why aren’t they using them to communicate?

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These two. I love them masterminding around one another. Especially Azul eventually catching on and realizing he’s literally in the worst possible position. Jade hath bested him

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ALSO I CANT BELIEVE OUR TEAM LOST! Like we had the perfect plan. Instead of beaning we should’ve just gone for the harp with our tiny making potion. Too bad. Fuck you Azul, getting the grades you need to pass

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LOOK AT THEM! The selfies are everywhere, as expected of Cater. I’m surprised Jade was as chill as he was in this event tho. At least until he was with Azul that is

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And here they are plotting one another’s murder. Luckily they’re friends otherwise who knows what kind of war these two could cause

Masterlist

[swamplatibule]

sooo… why’s Sylvie called The Sidewinder (And like if you want to explain anyone else’s nicknames 👀)

p.s. I like your taste in music!! (and I got increasingly more excited every time I recognized a song)

OH HELLS YEAH I LOVE THIS QUESTION i will absolutely explain that

and also jack and cecelia’s nicknames because those two especially have been rotating in my brain like rotisserie chickens. butch lesbian death goddess (?) and unkillable otter with a gun collection my beloveds

if these are cringe then so be it i will not be apologizing for shit

Sylvie is called The Sidewinder after the snake species!! They’re one of the fastest snakes in the world (their top speed is 18 mph iirc) and the way that they move is really cool

(tw for animal death in the video)

BUT the reason that Sylvie is nicknamed that is mostly because both the way he moves around and the way he fights mimics how the sidewinder does! he does a lot of side-to-side movement, plus he has a knack for hiding and striking from the shadows, even in the middle of combat. he has been known to fully disappear in the middle of a fight only to come flying out like a 56 year old deus ex machina just a few second later!!

fun fact: he is also among the few working at Moonstone who don’t have some freaky magic shit going on. he is fully human and un-powered and he still beats everyone’s ass. like if batman was someone’s cool gay anarchist uncle

Cecelia is called the Reaper because she is straight up the actual Grim Reaper slash personification of death. she also unraveled (aka destroyed) her own universe by killing the original Death and got stuck in an endless void for a really long while 👍 god forbid women do anything you know what I mean. she is my poor little misunderstood meow meow and she has done NOTHING wrong ever in her life (she is actively committing a murder as we speak)

Jack is the Wraith because. well. he cant die. i mean he CAN die, but only temporarily and he wakes up fine about five to ten minutes later! in his early days at Moonstone most people were unconvinced that he wasn’t just a ghost in denial and so he was dubbed the Wraith!! it has since been proven that he is very much not a ghost but the nickname has stuck for years and he’s made no effort to change it (though people do also just call him by his full name as one word because “jackfinch” is fun to say)

another fun fact: cecelia and jack are platonic life partners. they are weird and codependent about it and they are going to make it everyone’s problem and i can go into So Much Detail

[crowning-art]

TGCF SPOILERS!

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He really was just a poor little dude

“His Highness said to himself, ‘It’s okay, I had expected it, no one would stay after I’ve become like this. I can go on on my own. I understand now, I’ve always been alone!!! I DON’T NEED ANYONE!!!’

He's my poor little scrunkly boi, my little meow meow 🥺

I couldn't stop laughing at this, lmaooo just the image in my head is so funnyyy

But I didn’t immediately die, and when he started to act up, my three friends all started screaming from his face. As if they’d done something to him, he started yelling from an agonizing headache, and I was also screaming. The five of us were all screaming wildly, yelling in madness, like we had all gone crazy.

AWWWWW THEY ALL WERE GOUSHIS FOR XIE LIAN! MY HEART!!

Guoshi replied, “It’s them. So, I suppose you are also the disciple of my three friends.

There was something so terrifying about this passage:

“Finding ways to communicate with the friends who had become mountain spirits took me a long time, but after I succeeded, I learned many things. Turns out, the previous dynasty of heavenly officials didn’t fade away naturally. Instead, they were killed slowly, one by one, by him.

He…slaughtered the entire Heavenly Court, leaving no one behind!

As for the corpses and ashes of the heavenly officials of the previous dynasty, they’re all mixed into the foundation of this Heavenly Capital, trampled and stepped on by him each and every day. Right now, perhaps there’s also someone beneath your feet.

Especially when u compare it to the image of pristine white, gold, jade and the grand majesty of the whole realm and suddenly....it's not marble or jade you're staring at but rather the bones of the murdered and the blood seeping out of every crevice....how macabre...

I know it's just a translation thing, but the way the goushi's response was translated just feels so accurate, like yes, this is probably EXACTLY what he said lol I love it

Xie Lian suddenly recalled the strange attitude Guoshi had when he saw Shi Qingxuan. “Master!Lord Wind Master…the skilled fortune-telling master who told Shi Qingxuan’s fortune back then, the one who told his family not to host feasts, was that you?”

“Duh,” Guoshi said.

THE WAY HUA CHENG WAS JUST SMILING AND WATCHING XIE LIAN THE WHOLE TIME GOUSHI WAS TALKING ABOUT HOW SIMILAR JUN WU AND XIE LIAN WERE BUT HOW THEY WERENT BECAUSE HE ALWAYS CHOSE THE PATH OF GOODNESS AND HUA CHENG WAS JUST SO PROUD 😭😭

OK NVM I TAKE IT BACK I HATE JUN WU!! HOW DARE HE MESS WITH THE SHI BROTHERS!! HOW DARE HE??? UNFORGIVABLE!

Ummm....yaaa...about that....😅

“Since the existence of Wuyong could no longer be hidden, anyone who saw the Crown Prince of Xianle and the Crown Prince of Wuyong would think the two were very alike, so it was the perfect solution in leading it all back to you.

I...uhhhh...(thinking back to my theory that Xie Lian was an incarnation of Wuyong prince...)

I HAD THIS EXACT HEADCANON OF GOUSHI REPRIMANDING XIE LIAN FOR LIKING HUA CHENG WAAAY BACK AND I CANT BELIEVE ITS TRUE!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!

Guoshi was doubtful. “Then…could it be…a trait from birth? Well…I never noticed. Hm…alright, this part of you certainly isn’t like him…”

And this part too!!

Guoshi leaned over to argue. "You cunning young man, don't think I can't tell. Aren't you exactly using the fact that His Highness isn't too learned in this aspect? Why don't you tell me right now, to my face, how spiritual power is lent? How many ways can it be lent, and how do you lend it?

What did you tell His Highness?

GUZIII!!!! AWWW I MISSED HIM!!!! lmaooo Qi Rong was such a mood, writing 'I was here' on all the walls and proceeding to get scolded by everyone and then having to clean everything up in a sulky manner lol

Oh my God, all the Goushi confronting Xie Lian about Hua Cheng were GOLDEN LMAOO

Guoshi was puzzled. "Your Highness, how can you say something like that? Your calligraphy was taught by world-class masters, how can you not tell the difference between beautiful and hideous? That writing is totally the worst of the three realms, not even the best teachers could salvage it. What exactly do you like about it? Did your taste fall apart?"

Xie Lian said, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMASTER, PLEASE DON'T SAY ANY MORE!!!

Gosh this part is so interesting to me

Suddenly, he remembered a long time ago, he asked Hua Cheng what Jun Wu was like. At the time, Hua Cheng's response was, Jun Wu must really hate him.

Like even back in the beginning, Jun Wu did treat him well and with kindness, but I guess it kinda makes sense cuz u wouldn't do what Jun Wu ever did to someone you love...

The absolute chaos in Pei Ming's palace was so funny thoooo, everyone just attacking everyone and Pei Ming is just FED UP lol literal party in his house

Xie Lian felt endless sympathy. In some sense, this was probably considered the misfortune of over-popularity.

Oh shoot....with Pei Ming going down to break the array...I think things are gonna start going down hill now officially

[rotfics]

for anon: dating canon!dredge:

be prepared to have a zombie dude put you first in tons of ways

FIRST OFF you better eat right. he will cook for you accordingly and get you to eat (gently if he needs to), you need to eat and he’s a spectacular cook. dude could instant ramen look pretty, and meet all nutrition values. don’t doubt him with his cooking skills. if you somehow cant do solids he has other options.

on off time he will check in with you and see what you’re up to. you’ll get a snoof and a chin on your shoulder, while he asks you what you’re doing, and why you like it so much.

him taking his mask off around you is a HUGE deal

he’ll huff and puff about “not liking physical affection” yea ok nah dude we know you’re lying. bad liar.

as we all know, he can regulate his body temp to be cool or warm however you’d like

my guy might be a bit overprotective internally but won’t express it “out loud” if you choose to take him somewhere.

anywhere you bring him he’ll do his absolute best (to his own comfort) to do... whatever. greet people.. he’s bad at small talk, really, but he can talk about his mixboard (he makes music.)

he still suffers from brain damage via blunt force trauma (his murder) so some of that may come up and hinder things

his memory is also erratic for the most part but he can easily recall his loved ones.

doesn’t know where he is a lot. spaces off to cope and may get startled (and embarrassed, even ashamed) when you snap him out of it/bring him back to reality

be patient with him with these issues, he can’t help it and prefers guidance even if he feels bad

if you reassure him and make him feel better about his issues you’re it, he’ll adore you even more. just be prepared for him mindlessly following you sometimes

you can snap him out of it though and he’ll leave if you uh.. dislike that or need personal time, he gets it

you’re going to eat SOMETHING at least twice a day by the way. especially if you want one of them stacked desserts he makes (misc fruit and whipped cream)

if you cant eat he’ll find something else... like a popsicle. for now.

...getting kisses from a zombie with no nose and protruding teefs kinda tickles, deal. (he could lick your face with his long weird tongue why would you want that)

each day you’ll be greeted with this zombie man, looking at you as if you were the star of his life. and cuddling you as such.

...you can escape for the bathroom but you’ll be grabbed back and close to his chest the second you come back. you can hear his zombie heartbeat.

his arms are warm and weighted, and you’d be hugged close.

he can purr